I wanted to thank everyone who read the first chapter! Since nobody told me it sucked I'll keep going. Kindly remember I'm pretty much texting this so any mistakes I overlook I am sorry for. Also the characters decided that they don't want to stick to their show so its getting slightly AU. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2: Memories Sustained

Slowly the days crept along with little change from the day before it. The only constant was Dean's decision to stay sober instead of drinking the the boring days away. He still was not sure if his dream encounter with Castiel was only a dream or if the angel had visited him but it was strangely reassuring. He didn't feel the deep depression of before but he did still feel the sorrow of his younger brother's betrayed. He wasn't saying the part of Cas he carried wasn't enough but it did not fill the void Sam had left.

The younger hunter came back every night, telling Dean lies about how he had spent the day in the local library and hiding his injuries. Dean didn't question it after a few days of this. It was obvious he didn't want his older brother getting involved with whatever it was he was doing with the Campbell's but that made no difference to Dean. Sam was lieing to him again, something he had sworn he would stop doing. With every new lie the void in his chest felt bigger.

The longer they stayed in this random town the more anxious the older hunter got. Sam wasn't letting him hunt, claiming the Campbell's had everything under control. The fight didn't last long before Sam left saying he worked better with them anyway and that they were better hunters than Dean could ever be. He slammed the door leaving Dean alone.

Sam didn't want to hunt with him anymore? Fine. He'd get the hell out of here, find somewhere with some beasty that needed to be ganked and let Sam be with his new family. He sank onto his bed. He knew he wouldn't leave Sam alone with these sonsofbitches. When Sam got his thoughts straight he'd be here.

He put his face in his hands, fighting back tears.

...

The shower felt amazing. The water was close to scalding, turning his skin pink. He couldn't think of anything he would rather do than stand under the burning water. Well... maybe not...

The memory of his dream came to him, every detail sharp in his minds eye. The green grass, the midnight sky full of stars, Cas sitting beside him on the hood of the Impala.

"Hello Dean." Cas saying his name. The hunter placed his hands on the cold tile, allowing the water tattoo itself into his skin.

"Hello Dean." The familiar, deep and gravely, voice repeated his name. The more he heard it in the angel's voice the better it sounded. He could feel his heart steadily beat faster with every time his name was said, attempting to free itself from it's prison.

"The war can wait." For him. Castiel was willing to to put him before the first angelic civil war. Something as insignificant as him came before the fate of Heaven.

He showed the human something no other human had ever seen- a sun created with the Grace of Castiel. He could still see the star as clearly as if he were looking at it again. The bright yellows and orange of the sphere, the reds and purples of the rings surrounding it. The star that was a part of him through the Grace they shared. There was something about that knowledge that made the moment feel so much more intimate than he had originally thought.

Then there was the kiss that they had shared. It was something he had not felt in such a long time. There was a sweetness about it that had nothing to do with inexperience and everything to do with closeness. It had none of the drunken sloppiness he had grown used to or the the desperate need to be touched the girls that he usually picked up oozed from every pore. It had been sweet and innocent... and perfect.

He could feel every breath fighting to escape past the hammering of his heart as he relived through the moment he had shared with his angel even if it was just a dream. He could also feel the unexpected tightness in his groin from the memory. Quickly he turned off the hot water and turned on the cold- fighting through the shock if the drastic temperature change. A few seconds was all he could bare before turning off the water completely ignoring the fact he hadn't washed anything.

What he needed to do was get out of this dump and pick up some random girl from the nearest bar, go back to her place and try to forget the dream. After all that is all it was. A dream nothing more. More than that he needed to prove to himself that he wasnt interested in the angel. Yes that was it! He needed to get out, that was all. Smiling, happy with his new plan, he opened the curtain and nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Damn it Cas! Make some noise!" Dean snatched the towel off of the rack and wrapped it around his waist.

The angel gave him a long sideways look, a wrinkle forming between his brows. "I did not wish to disturb you."

Dean rolled his eyes. "If you would have said something I would have gotten out." Cas continued to stare at him.

"I have come to ask a favor. I am loosing the war. May I stay with you while I rethink my strategy?" He looked slightly uncomfortable and Dean wondered if he had been reading his thoughts while he was in the shower.

"Of course you can, Cas. It's the least I could do after everything you have done for us." He smiled at the angel who didn't return it.

...

Dean was not sure how angels strategized but he had thought there would be charts, maps, and notes but instead he merely sat beside him while the human watched Dr. Sexy MD. It did not appear as if the angel was doing anything other than watching television but he didn't know how the minds of angels worked.

"Hey Cas, can I ask you a question?" Dean asked during a toilet paper commercial. He wanted to ask about the dream that seemed to haunt him but at the last minute thought better of it. Castiel turned to give him all of his attention. "What's going on in Heaven?" The angel looked at his hands for a moment before looking back at the human.

"Raphael... he is killing insubordinate angels." He brought his brows together. "It is all my fault. I taught them about free will and now they are dieing because of it."

Dean couldn't look away from the hurt in the other man's eyes. He saw the guilt from the knowledge his actions were getting his brothers slaughtered. Words failed him. Nothing came to mind on what to say to make his friend feel any better so he did the one thing he could think of. He wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders, pulling him into a hug. Castiel did not move a muscle while he was being hugged. When Dean pulled away Cas slowly, deliberately, said: "thank you, Dean."

So I lied. This wasn't longer and it felt more like filler... what's done is done I guess. I think I got Castiel's personality down though which is better than last chapter. Anyway thank you for reading.