Hello everyone, hope you liked the last chapter. I know it was really long and more plot forming than anything but I really want to pave the way and slow build the sort of trouble Dean will have coming to terms with his pain and leading into his addiction. In my experience I didn't really feel or fear the pain until I was sent home with no help from nurses or having a doctor at hand and the transition was...difficult to say the least. So if I'm going slow I apologize but I promise I won't drag it out too long since there is a story here I wish to write. Hope you all enjoyed your Halloween~

-Bel

I don't own Supernatural.

Dean woke up to the sound of someone humming softly, tugging at something just to his left, and for a moment it reminded him of how his mother used to sing to him when he was a kid, either to put him to sleep or just singing around the house. But it wasn't the right song he remembered her singing and it definitely didn't sound like her. Dean forced his eyes open, the effects of the morphine making it more difficult than usual, and as his vision cleared he saw a very pretty, dark haired nurse with short hair looking over a clipboard.

His chart probably.

"Hm, you're new." Dean mumbled, his slurred voice catching the womans' attention. He'd been in the hospital for almost two weeks and hadn't seen the woman before, he was half expecting to see Gabriel or Cas.

"Well look who's up. Good morning princess." she teased. "I'm your nurse for today, how are you feeling?"

Dean smacked his lips, his mouth feeling drier than the Sahara Desert and a wave of nausea rolled over him.

"Ugh...been better. Thirsty as hell and I think...nope yeah. I might need a bucket soon. This feels just as bad as a hangover. Maybe worse." He tried to sit up but then the room started spinning and decided maybe laying back down would be better. Dean felt a cool hand on his forehead and relaxed under the touch, the cool sensation a relief to his heated skin. He took another look up at the nurse and saw her name tag. Tessa.

"Well you are kinda warm. First let me take your temperature then I'll get you some nausea medicine, patients usually experience these sorts of symptoms when they're on such strong pain medication. Other than the nausea and dry mouth are you experiencing anything else?"

Dean took a moment to assess his body. Yeah there was pain, but ever since waking up it wasn't anything new: the throbbing in his leg, how careful he had to breathe so he didn't make his chest ache, the sharp pain in his left arm if he moved too much. But the nausea was new and so was the dry mouth.

"Just the pain but that's about it."

Tessa shot him an apologetic smile and patted his shoulder comfortingly, hugging the clipboard to her chest.

"Sorry princess, you're already maxed out on your drip. But with an injury that bad I don't think anything can help with that, you're bound to feel something."

Dean nodded and Tessa went about taking his temperature, wrote something in his chart and fluffed his pillows for him before leaving the room. Dean noticed a meal tray was set off to the side on his little movable desk and his stomach grumbled at the thought of eating something solid. He used his good arm to pull the tray to him and lifted the plastic cover revealing a small plate of mac and cheese with a few vegetables mixed in and some pudding. He also spotted a bottle of Ensure and decided to drink that instead, not quite sure if he could handle the meal until Tessa came back with that nausea medicine.

Dean took a glance at the clock and saw that it was just past 3pm. Sam and Bobby still hadn't showed up yet and a sort of unease settled in his stomach, wondering what was taking them so long. Usually they showed up a little bit before noon since Sam argued he didn't want to get stuck in early morning traffic now that Dean was awake. And since Tessa was the one helping him today Dean figured Gabriel had left for the day and if his favorite doctor wasn't in then it was Castiels' day off. Dean couldn't deny the fact that he enjoyed Castiels company, the socially awkward doctor provided too easy a target for teasing and flirting, but soon found himself looking forward to seeing the blue eyed man. But Castiel never hung around just to chit chat for too long and had to leave almost as soon as he'd come so as to check on his other patients and do whatever doctorly duties he had to do. So, without Sam and Bobby there to distract him, Dean found himself mostly alone in his small room, his window didn't give him a great view and with one hand out of commission there was very little Dean could busy himself with.

And it was driving him nuts.

Tessa came back with a small paper cup and a pitcher of water.

"These should help with the nausea and I got you a nice big pitcher of water with some ice. Hope that works."

Dean smiled gratefully. "Hell yeah."

She poured him a cup of water and handed him the pills when there was a knock on the door and Sam poked his head in, his hazel eyes taking in the scene before him.

"Is this a bad time?"

Tessa shook her head and beckoned the younger Winchester in.

"No not at all. I'm just giving Dean something to help with his nausea."

Sam walked in, a plastic bag in hand and set his things down in one the spare chairs before sitting near Deans bedside, waiting on him to finish with the nurse. Once Dean had swallowed the pills he greedily poured himself a simple cup of water and chugged it down, smacking his lips gratefully.

"Thanks Tess, you're a doll." he said, flashing her a dazzling smile and Tessa rolled her eyes, cocking out her hip with one hand.

"If I didn't know any better Mr. Winchester I'd dare to say you're a heartbreaker. And a heartbreaker is nothing but trouble."

"Oh, you don't know the half of it doll." he winked slyly.

Tessa shook her head in exasperation before looking pointedly at Sam.

"I'm noticing a pattern between Dean here and Bobby. Like father like son I guess." and with that she left, not staying long enough for Sam to correct her but she wasn't 100% wrong.

"I can't take you anywhere." Sam scolded despite an easy smile crossing his lips.

"Hey man, can't teach an old dog new tricks. But anyways, what took you so long today? It's almost 4, usually you're here before 12."

"Yeah man sorry about that. I was gonna call you to let you know that I'd be late but I got caught up with the movers. I had to be there to let em in."

Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Movers? You movin' somewhere without telling me?"

"No, no, nothing like that. I figured with you being in bad shape and all you'd need a hospital bed like this one to help you get in and out of bed alright. Bobby's helping to set it up and making sure it's all ready for you when you get back."

Sam hoped his brother wouldn't be offended over the idea of a hospital bed, he didn't want Dean to think he was an invalid or anything, but if his leg was as bad as everyone was saying Dean could use all the help he could get.

"Oh...right. Yeah I guess it would be kinda hard to get in and out of bed with one leg wrapped up like Frodo when Shelob caught him."

Sam gave his brother a questioning look. Dean smiled sheepishly and shrugged.

"Love me some Lord of the Rings." he said proudly and Sam couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. God his brother was a geek.

They passed the time with random conversations, some about Deans experience with the staff here at the ward but he never brought up what happened between him and Alastair, not wanting to worry his little brother with something that wouldn't be a problem anymore. Cas had promised that Alastair wouldn't be allowed anywhere near him and he believed him. Instead he talked about the horrible hospital food and how he worried about his 'Baby' and what Bobby was planning on doing to it. Sam reassured him that Bobby wouldn't start without Dean and at the mention of food, he lifted the plastic bag he had brought with him.

"I knew you'd start complaining about the food here so I got you something special. It should still be hot too." Sam pulled out a take out box and placed it in front of Dean but if the smell was anything to go by Dean knew what it was immediately.

He flicked the box open and saw his favorite food from his favorite diner; a bacon cheeseburger, fries and a little container that held some ketchup. He groaned in anticipation and was about to dig in, ready to embarrass himself in front of his brother but there was something missing. He looked over at Sam, a wide grin of victory on his face but one look at Dean made his face fall in confusion, he furrowed his brows.

"What?"

"Dude? Where's the pie?"

Sam blinked, the wheels in his brain turning until it finally clicked and his eyes widened in horror, his face even paling a bit.

"Oh crap. Dean I totally forgot. I was already running late and I was so distracted about getting you the burger, you know Mel's can get pretty crowded during lunch, and I forgot to order the pie." he swallowed thickly, nervously looking between Dean and the burger.

"Man, you always forget the pie!" Dean whined, a small pout on his lips as he stared at his burger, the meal not as enticing as before.

"Dude...you need like pie intervention or something. Pie-dependency isn't to be taken lightly…"

He started laughing as Dean began smacking him with his empty Ensure bottle, trying to silence him.

"Dean! Seriously! You can't live in denial any longer, you need professional help!"

"Yeah?! That's what you'll need once I'm done with you! Can't believe you forgot my pie!"

They bickered and play-fought until a nurse had to come in and silence the brothers but that didn't stop them from snickering and tossing fries at one another. Dean didn't care, didn't care how his chest hurt, how every laugh he took pulled at his stitches or shifted his broken ribs. He didn't care how the pain flared up in his leg as he shifted closer to his brother to hit him harder or how his head throbbed from moving too fast. He knew his car accident could have been the end of him and could see how it affected Sam when he woke up, taking in his brothers disheveled appearance, how clearly stressed out he was. But now, seeing Sam try and avoid being hit by a fry, the carefree smile on his face, his genuine boisterous laugh, it was worth every ache in his body. Sam would always be worth it.

Once they had run out of fries to throw at each other and Dean finished tearing apart his burger, the brothers talked for a while longer until Sam decided he should get back to Bobby and get some food himself. They shared a quick one armed hug and Dean scolded Sam to get him a whole pie the next time he came to visit or there'd be hell to pay.

"Oh! I can't believe I almost forgot…

Dean snorted but Sam ignored him, reaching back into the plastic bag pulling out a small box and put it in front of Dean.

"I got you a new phone since your old one got busted in the accident. The people at the store said it should have all your old contacts and some photos. It's set up and ready to use."

Dean snatched the box and began prying off the lid to see the silver gleam of his new phone, his fingers itching to play with something new and keep him busy between visits.

"You know you're my favorite brother, right?"

Sam scoffed and shook his head.

"I'm your only brother. I'll see you tomorrow." and with that Sam left, leaving Dean to play around with his new phone, eager to watch something that wasn't awful daytime television. The distraction was enough for him to ignore the constant throbbing in his right leg.

Castiel was having dinner with Gabriel when his phone went off, causing the two brothers to raise an eyebrow in surprise. It was rare that they both had the same days off so he decided to make dinner at his house and invited Gabriel over since they didn't have anything planned to do on their own.

"Who's textin' ya Cassy? Got a new boy-toy you haven't told me about?" Gabriel teased, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

Castiel looked to his phone, ignoring the look his brother was giving him, the number not one he recognized.

"You know I don't have many friends Gabriel. And no, I don't have a...a 'boy-toy'. You''re promiscuous enough for the both of us."
Castiel swiped his thumb over the screen, looking at the text message he received.

?:"What are you wearing?"

Castiel was about to delete the message when it pinged again.

?:"I have a few ideas if you need any."

Castiel quickly replied, hoping that it was simply a wrong number and not some sort of stalker.

C:"You must have the wrong number.

It pinged again with a response and this time Castiel felt his heart hammer in his chest, a blush soon spreading over his cheeks.

?:"It's Dean Winchester. I finally have a phone thanks to Sam. This is Castiel right? My angel?

Gabriel noticed the change in his little brothers face and grinned, his head craning to try and look at Castiels phone.

"Cassy, you're blushing. Who is it?"

"It's...Dean Winchester. He sent me a text message." He showed the screen to Gabriel and his grin grew even wider.

"Oooh, Cassy. You naughty thing you. Flirting with your patients, tsk I didn't know my brother was such a rebel."

"I'm not flirting. He said Sam had given him a new phone, he must have put my number in there for Dean."

"Uh huh..so you gonna respond or what?" Gabriel took another glance at the phone. "Looks like Dean has a claim on you already, 'his angel' huh? You guys are so gross."

Castiel glared at his brother but he honestly didn't know how to respond. He knew it went against some kind of code between patient and doctor but Dean was only his patient because he was admitted. Once Dean was discharged he technically wouldn't be his patient anymore. He felt a pang in his chest at the thought that he wouldn't see Dean again once he was deemed okay to go home.

Okay, maybe he had a little crush but, again once Dean was gone he'd never see him again so what good did a crush do. Unless...he pursued Dean. Pursued the idea of courting the man and going out on a few dates, see what kind of chemistry they held since he barely knew the man. But with Dean being as injured as he was he doubted the man would want to get into the dating scene, hell he didn't even know if he was taken. He didn't think the man was single based off his looks alone...though... Castiel would be lying if he didn't notice that there wasn't a wedding band on Deans finger. So there was a chance Castiel wouldn't be stepping on any toes if he returned the flirting remarks.

Castiel turned his attention back to his phone and began typing away.

C:"Yes, this is Castiel. I'm currently having dinner with my brother at my house so my clothes are casual-wear."

"Let me see!" Gabriel whined when he noticed Castiel was actually responding to the message. He frowned however when he saw his brothers lame response and rolled his eyes.

"You are something else Cassy." he scolded and stood up taking his empty plate, going into the kitchen.

Castiel barely had to wait long for a response and a small smile tugged at his lips.

D:"Yeah? Bet you look good in em, you'd look good in anything."

C:"What are your intentions Dean?"

D:"You sure don't waste any time do you. Just having a bit of fun."

C:"You like to do that a lot."

D:"You just make it so easy Cas, I can't help myself when I'm around you."

C:"Cas? You've called me that before."

Deans next reply took a minute longer to reply but when he did, Castiel didn't realize he was holding his breath.

D:"Do you like it? I can stop if you don't."

C:"I like it."

D:"Oh good, cos I do too."

"Oh god, you look like a schoolgirl who managed to get a date with the school jock. You're blushing! Dean and Cassy sittin' in a tree f-u-c-k-i-ACK!"

Castiel threw his napkin at Gabriel and stood up so he could reply in private, his legs taking him to his living room, leaning against the back of his couch. His phone pinged once more and his eyes widened at the text.

D:"I like you even more. You work tomorrow right?"

C:"Yes. I'll be there for a better part of the day."

D:"Good can't wait to see you. Tessa isn't as cute to look at."

C:"I suppose, if one was the sweetest orange in the world, there will always be someone who doesn't like oranges."

D:"Cute, smart and a poet. Take me now."

C:"I don't think that'd be wise in your condition."

D:"Did you just make a sex joke?"

C:"I'll see you tomorrow Dean."

Castiel knew he should stop before it got out of hand and landed himself in some sort of trouble, Dean seemed like type to cause all sorts of trouble.

D:"See you soon Cas."

Castiel quickly saved Deans number to his phone and stared at the screen for a moment longer, his eyes replaying the message over and over in his head.

He'd see him soon.

Dean laid back on his hospital bed, his phone on his chest and his uninjured hand behind his head. That had gone a lot better than he hoped and was glad Castiel took it in stride, other than when he asked what Deans 'intentions' were. He was a bit taken by surprise at the bluntness of the doctors' question but now...he was asking himself the same question. Did he really mean it when he said he was just having a bit of fun? Did he want to go past the flirting and teasing? Sure he wasn't much right now: a swollen bruised mess that could barely walk to the bathroom without help. But when Castiel looked at him...he didn't seem to care. The attraction was there, it was obvious, but one of them had to take that step to make something out of that attraction. He drummed his fingers across the screen of his phone until an idea hit him. He grabbed his phone and called his brother.

"Dean? Everything okay?"

"Yeah, shut up and listen. Before you visit tomorrow can you pick something up for me? I have an idea."

Sam couldn't believe Dean.

Seriously, Dean had a pie problem and needed to get help. The fact that Sam even agreed in the first place was just enabling at this point. He was standing in a long line at 6 in the morning, the morning fog carrying a biting chill that went straight through his woolen coat. According to Dean this bakery sold out quick but had the best pie in the city and wouldn't take no for an answer. When Sam started to argue that there was no way he was gonna wake up at the buttcrack of dawn for a stupid pie, Dean pulled the 'almost dying' card and Sam gave in pretty quickly after that.

So here he was, in a long line that was already beginning to loop around the block and he still had another hour until the bakery opened. At first Sam was going to just call his assistant or Deans but his stupid conscious got in the way and felt bad at the idea of them having to get up so early when they already had so much on their plate with him and Dean out of the picture.

The shit he did for his brother.

Finally the store opened and by the time he got to the counter, half of their baked goods were already gone but there was still plenty of pie. He figured, since he stood in line for an hour and then some, he'd pick up something for him and Bobby to enjoy. He made sure to tell the cashier he needed the pie above everything else, and when he made the poor cashier double and triple check, he finally paid for everything and left. He had at least 2 bags worth of pastries and wondered what he'd done to deserve a brother obsessed with pie.

Castiel entered the ICU ward with his heart fluttering and butterflies filling his stomach. He would see Dean today. And after the text message exchange they had the other night he was slightly nervous to see the green-eyed man. What would he say? What would Dean say? Would it be awkward?

He knew he had that effect on people sometimes, how he'd be scolded that he was too blunt, too reserved, how he didn't have a filter or was too intense. Castiel tried his best to correct whatever it was that was 'wrong' with him but knew that, he was who he was and didn't think he should have to change how he acted simply for the pleasure and comfort of others. He was Castiel.

He decided to see his other patients first, leaving Dean for last. He knew he was stalling, trying to delay the awkward encounter he was sure they would have. He genuinely liked Dean, crush aside, and didn't want to risk that connection to just fall apart because of him making it awkward. The past few days since Deans awakening he had come to form some sort of bond with the man, enjoying his company and the small talks time permitting. And if Deans flirting was any indication, he enjoyed the doctors company as well. But maybe that was just how Dean was?

With a weight on his shoulders, Castiel stood outside Deans door and took a breath before pushing his way in, hoping for the best.

Dean looked much better today and if Castiel had to guess, maybe a bit anxious. When he entered the room he noticed Deans' head snapped to the door, his body tensing defensively until recognition passed over his face.

"Cas. Hey." Dean greeted. He smiled warmly at Castiel and the familiar flutter of butterflies stirred in his stomach again, the weight he had felt earlier soon melted away at the sight of Deans smile.

"Hello, Dean. How are you today?" he half closed to the door behind him, taking a step into the room. He noticed Deans' bruises on his face were now a pale yellow color with barely any purple left, his cuts almost healed completely with only smooth pink scars proof that they had ever been there. Dean looked like he was on the mend and Castiel knew it would only be a matter of time until he would be discharged and fit to return home. That thought was bittersweet seeing as how he wouldn't be able to see Dean nearly daily but it also meant he was getting better.

"A lot better now that you're here. Did you enjoy dinner with your brother last night?" a knowing smile on his lips.

Castiel nodded, walking over to Deans left bedside to check on his vitals as was routine and check on his bandages.

"Yes, we had a nice time. We rarely have the same days off and when we do I tend to make some sort of plan involving brotherly bonding time. I'm sure you can relate."

"Ah yeah, Sammy and I work together too but with our busy schedule sometimes there are days where we don't see each other. But one of us cracks one way or another and try to sneak some time in to get together. Either for a quick drink or bite to eat."

"You two are very close." he observed. Cas thought as much after seeing the two brothers interact and Sams reaction when they first met at the front desk when Dean was being admitted.

A shadow of a memory passed across Deans face, his eyes growing distant for a moment before he spoke softly.

"Yeah, we're all we got."

But as soon as it had came it was gone and Dean looked pointedly at Castiel.

"Other than Gabriel, what else do you do on your days off?"

Cas thought for a moment, wondering if there was anything interesting he did that would prove interesting for Dean. There wasn't much he did outside of work, being a doctor in the ICU didn't really give a lot of time for hobbies.

"Well, if I'm behind on work I will look over my patients records and fill out reports, help a few other doctors with a consult. But if we're talking about what I do for fun...I like to watch the bees."

Dean raised an eyebrow at that, a small smile twitching on his lips.

"Watch...the bees?"

"I own a small bee farm above my studio. Small bee farms in San Francisco are quite common. I believe there was even a man, whom I met a while ago, that was growing cannabis for his bees to pollinate and derive honey from. His hives were very impressive and advice well received, he helped me prevent further rotting within the hive.

His brows furrowed at the memory.

"It was incredibly stressful that I didn't know what was wrong with my bees."

Dean laughed and shook his head. "Can't believe I'm jealous of a friggin beekeeper."

"I can show you one day, if you'd like." Cas blurted out without thinking.

"Oh yeah? I think I'll pass on the honey weed, thanks." he grumbled.

"No, I meant...I could show you my hives. They're not impressive by any means, since my time is mostly taken up by my work but if you're interested I can always give you a personal tour. That is...if you'd like." Castiel replied shyly, his eyes darting down to his shoes. This was the moment where Dean would make fun of him, where he'd tease Castiel about his 'dumb' bee farm and turn him down.

"I'd love to Cas." Dean quickly replied, noticing how despondent the doctor looked.

He jumped at the chance to learn more about the doctor and if Cas was willing to show him something that he was clearly passionate about, Dean wasn't about to skip out on the opportunity. It'd make a cute date.

Cas's gaze snapped back to look at Deans green eyes, searching for anything that might suggest the man was anything but genuine. They held each others' gaze for a while, Castiel taking his time until he was sure Dean wasn't poking fun at him, or humoring him and broke out into a wide smile.

Dean felt his breath catch in his throat at Cas' smile, a genuine teeth-showing-eye-crinkling-carefree-smile. Dean was blown away by how dazzling Castiel looked when he smiled and how open it was, how it was directed at Dean. His already bright blue eyes twinkling and Dean found himself lost in them.

Cas was smiling at him. Because of him.

Dean felt a deep, primal satisfaction at that and smiled back at Castiel. Man was he fucked.

"Now, Dean clasped his hands loudly before reaching to his right side, pulling up a plastic bag and settling it on his lap. He needed to distract himself before he lost control.

"What are your thoughts on pie? Yay or nay?"

Castiel cocked his head and nodded. "Pie? I enjoy it." he said simply.

Dean pursed his lips but said nothing, determined to make the man a believer in the power of pie.

"Well then, let me introduce you to the best pie in the city. If you aren't moaning at the end of each bite then I don't know if this relationship is going to work out."

Castiel raised his eyebrow at the comment but didn't say anything regarding it.

"You really like pie." Cas then thought about ways in which he could use honey from his bees to make a pie for Dean. He knew Gabriel was already getting tired of the jars of honey, a constant gift Cas kept giving to his brother, and so Castiel had a decent stockpile of jars that he could experiment with.

"You can thank my mom for that. She made the best pie hands down but this...comes close to it." Dean opened the bag and pulled out 2 pink boxes, setting them on the little table and opening the lids. One box had a large pie with floral patterns cut out in the crust and the other had a mix of tiny pies, each with a different colored jam poking out from their own floral designs.

"I had Sammy pick up some pie this morning from my favorite bakery. They sell out pretty quick and I wanted to make sure I had variety since...I don't really know what you like." he scratched his head shyly, man he sure was making this turn into a chick flick moment.

Castiels' cheeks warmed at the idea that Dean had gone and asked Sam to buy some pie specifically so he could try them. Dean looked at Cas and noticed the doctor was blushing before chuckling to himself.

"Cute." was all he said before digging into the boxes, unsure which to pick up first.

"Dean…" Cas croaked out, his voice tight.

"Yeah?" he asked distractedly, his attention back to the pies and spreading them out across the table, fork and knife in hand.

"Let me tell the staff that I'm going on my lunch so I can enjoy the pies with you. I don't want to be interrupted."

Dean couldn't stop the smile that spread out on his face, nodding excitedly.

"Yeah, yeah. Go for it. I'll be here."

Castiel quickly left, pretty sure his heart wasn't beating right, and blood rushing in his ears. He tried to keep his face as emotionless as possible, letting the other nurses and doctors that he'd be on his lunch break, asking them to keep an eye on his patients until he returned. When he returned back to Deans room the subtle smell of the fruit filled pastries was in the air. He took off his white doctors coat, shrugging out of his suit jacket and folded them neatly to lay across one of the chairs in the room. He wasn't sure how messy the pies would get and didn't want to risk staining his clothes. The white shirt could always be replaced, his coats would be slightly more difficult to clean.

Cas didn't miss how Deans eyes stared at him as he took off his coats, how those hungry meadow green eyes took in every movement and threatened to swallow him whole. Castiel felt his face heat up at the intensity of Deans gaze before he briefly wondered if this intensity was the same Castiel gave off, the same intensity people complained about. But with Dean, he didn't mind.

"Damn Cas, you aren't the scrawny doctor I thought you'd be. You're packing some lethal muscle." He observed, his voice slightly strained and his eyes finally making their way up to lock onto Castiels own, his pupils slightly dilated.

"It would be counter productive as a doctor to not take care of my own personal health when it is my duty to ensure the health of others. I have to set a good example for my patients. Not that I don't enjoy the occasional junk food. But I try to stick to a healthy diet."

Castiel pulled up a stool and settled comfortable next to Deans bedside, taking care not to jostle his left arm and break his eye contact with the man. Instead he looked over to the pies.

"So, what flavors are which?"

Dean cleared his throat and returned his attention back to the pies, pointing to each one as he spoke. "Well, we got our classic ones. Apple, pumpkin, pecan and rhubarb. But there's also blackberry, peach, apricot, I think this ones' sweet potato but I could be wrong."

Castiel looked over the pies, deciding on which one he wanted."Which one is your favorite?" he asked.

"I personally like peach. When you bake it it looses a lot of its tartness and all that's left is the juiciest softest peach ever."

"Then I'll try that one. I haven't had peach pie before. I'm familiar with apple and pumpkin but usually I eat the more heavier pies. Boston cream, banana, and chocolate."

"Oh, trust me, these will change your life and blow your mind. You won't be able to go back to any other pie ever." He handed Castiel the small tin.

"We can split it if you'd like," if it was Deans favorite he didn't want to eat the only one in the lot. "You did say peach was your favorite."

"How about this, if you don't like it I'll finish it, but if you do then go ahead and finish it. They're small."

Castiel took the tiny pie tin and lifted the flakey pastry out from its metal confines before taking a bite.

Dean was right.

This was unlike any other pie he had ever tasted. The crust wasn't thick on his tongue, or sticking to the roof of his mouth that was for sure overloaded with lard like he was used to. No. This pie crust was buttery and crumbly in all the right ways, the sweetness of the peach like an explosion of flavor and juice, almost gushing. Like he was biting into the fruit just as it was plucked off of a tree at its ripest. He let out a small groan, taking another bite and finding it was even better than the first. Now he could see why Dean was obsessed with pie, these were bite sized pieces of heaven.

"These...these make me very happy." Castiel confessed, a grin on his face as he spoke through the uneaten dessert, his eyes locking with Deans. A satisfied grin was plastered on Deans face and he chuckled, nodding his head. He noticed that there was a slick smear of the juice from the peaches on the corner of Cas' mouth. Crap, he forgot to ask Sam for napkins.

"Oh, you got something…" Dean started before he took a deep breath and leaned forward, pressing his lips against the side of Castiels mouth, his tongue darting out to lick at the smear of peach and crumbs that were stuck there. Castiel went rigid, breath caught in his throat, unsure if what was happening was in fact real. After he felt Deans hot tongue flick out to lick at him Castiel turned his head to meet Deans lips with his own. They shared a shy kiss at first, their lips testing out the others, in unfamiliar territory until Dean pressed his tongue against Cas' lips, asking for permission. Castiel eagerly opened his lips to greet Deans tongue with his own, their teeth clicking as they deepened the kiss.

Dean tasted like coffee and cinnamon Cas noticed. And Castiel tasted like peaches and, surprise surprise, honey. Dean reached his right hand to grip at Castiels collar, pulling him closer and angling his head to gain better access to kiss the doctor even harder,refusing to end the kiss anytime soon. He ignored the pain in his chest from straining over to lean into the doctor, or the pressure he was putting on his broken arm and the flare up in his leg. He needed to taste Cas. Pain be damned.

What felt like hours of mapping out each others mouth with their own, as if trying to commit it to memory, Castiel pulled away gasping for air. Dean rested his forehead against Cas' own, catching his breath and roamed his eyes over his doctor taking in the mans' flushed appearance. Cas' eyes were closed but his cheeks were flushed, his lips red and swollen from their intense kissing and all Dean wanted to do was suck on that tantalizing top lip. Dean ran his thumb over Cas' lower lip, tugging it down slightly before he leaned in again to place a small kiss on those plump lips, taking the top lip between his teeth and pulling gently. Cas groaned in delight, his grip tight on the bed rails so as to steady himself.

"Dean…" Castiel breathed out, pulling away slightly, his eyes finally fluttering open to look into bright green ones.

"Cas, lemme taste you..." Dean murmured, trying to catch Cas' lips again, kissing up his neck to his chin and it took all of Castiels' willpower to not give in.

"Dean wait...we can't." he could barely get the words out, he could hear how weak his voice was, the uncertainty behind them.

"Yes we can, I'll take care of you, make you feel so good." Dean was right in Castiels' ear, biting the sensitive flesh above his jaw, the whisper sending a shiver down his back. Cas let out a whine, fighting hard against the obvious want and desire to just give in to Dean. How easy it would be to let Dean take over, let Dean make good on his promise.

"W-we can't. Not...not yet." he managed, voice firm, and pulled away but not enough to escape the grip Dean still had on his collar.

Dean sighed and hung his head but when he looked up at Castiel, he saw how there was barely a thin band of blue around the black of his pupil. They were blown wide open with lust. Castiel wanted it, wanted it as bad as he did but there was a hesitant look in those eyes. But Dean wasn't about to force the doctor into something he wasn't ready for, and no matter how those eyes screamed otherwise he just wasn't that kind of guy.

"We barely know each other. And you're injured and my patient. It-it's against the rules...some policy..." he mumbled, as if trying to convince himself.

"Then let's get to know each other," Dean pushed, not wanting to let the doctor slip through the cracks, he didn't want to lose contact be it physical or through communication. "Once I'm outta here let me take you on a date, let me get to know you, have you show me your bee farm and try your honey."

"Dean…" Cas warned but didn't finish his sentence. Dean let go of his collar and ran his hand through those dark locks, relishing in the softness of the strands and how Cas turned practically into putty in his hand.

"You said two to three weeks right? I'll be outta here soon and then I won't be your patient anymore. We can take it slow if you want, take it nice and slow. Go on sappy dates and cuddle and look at the stars, watch the sunset. Go out and share a plate of spaghetti and meatballs, replay the scene of Lady and the Tramp."

Cas stayed silent for a moment and nodded, but didn't pull away when Dean kissed him again. They shared a deep kiss, filled with promises and desire but there was a tenderness to it.

Finally Cas pulled away and Dean's hand fell away from his head but their hands met each other, Castiel holding Deans good hand like he had so many days before.

"I don't want to end it like this. When I get out I want to try with you, try to make something out of this." Dean gestured to the space between him and Cas.

Cas stayed silent, squeezing Deans hand gently and bit his lip but Dean waited patiently, not wanting to scare off the doctor.

"Dean...I'm not...I'm not an easy person to be with. I...I'm awkward and I don't understand sarcasm. I work at a hospital and won't be there all the time, I only know how to cook pasta and…" Cas didn't know why he was trying to come up with excuses on why it wouldn't work but when he saw hope in those green eyes, all of his excuses died in his throat.

"That was a yes, right?" Dean asked, his voice catching despite his best efforts to remain calm and collected.

"...yes," Cas breathed, bringing his forehead to lean against Deans own, a shaky breath exhaling out from between his lips. "Yes, Dean it's a yes."

Dean kissed the tip of Cas' nose and took his hand out of Castiels own, tipping his chin up so he could look into those clear blue eyes.

"We'll go slow. I promise," then he smiled sadly, gesturing to himself. "Plus not like I can really do much once I leave. But I'll make it up to you."

"Dean...we should...we should wait once you've healed completely. Your first priority should be to take care of your body. It won't be easy and I won't put you through anymore stress than you're already in. You'll need time to recover and I can't prove to be a distraction, I won't allow myself to do that to you."

Dean shifted where he sat, the throbbing of his injuries still a dull throb, a sobering reminder.

"But...you'll be with me during all that right? You'll stay with me? We can just talk and you can come over and we'll watch movies and just hang out. And once I'm back to full strength…" he trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows at the implication that made a blush creep onto Castiels cheeks.

Cas let out deep sigh but a small smiled formed on his lips, looking up into those meadow green eyes that reminded him of sunlight streaming through the windows of stained glass.

"Of course, I'll stay with you Dean."

A/N

I don't know if any of you are in the bay area or live in San Francisco but if you know someone who owns a bee farm and can visit I highly recommend it. It's so cute and informative. Not to mention the honey is so delicious. I've tried a few of the local honey here, since I myself am a S.F native and thought I'd combine a bit of my city's quirkiness and Cas' hobby to watch the bees, ugh so addicting. I mean you can make mead out of it,it helps with allergies and never goes bad. Amazing. And if you don't know where to find one then second best thing is to find one of those like...artisinal food places that sell small batch goods from local merchants (or wholefoods) and ask if they carry any local honey. I know Sonoma honey is really good and they have sample jars. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter and give it a review if you'd like ^^. Ciao

-Bel