Alright, so...here's this.

You guys asked (demanded) for it and I had a small inkling of an idea form, and it grew into this thankfully. After this though, I honestly have no where to go with it. Maybe sometime in the future I will, but until then I've got Sweet Tyranny to finish up and a Big Bang to work on.

Also, since it's now the 19th, it is officially elemenoze's birthday fic! Enjoy the second part you fucking pushy as hell asshole. Bombarded me with texts while I was peacefully trying to write over here. Spazass.

Anyway! I hope you guys enjoy this second, even more pointless, second part as much as you did the first.

A quiet buzzing on the nightstand interrupted the quiet of the room. Dean sighed and buried his head into the pillow, the buzz continued.

"Cas, answer your damn phone."

Cas grunted from his place beside Dean and didn't move at all. Dean had learned early on that Cas' sometimes crazy work hours had Cas evolving into being able to fall asleep anywhere and at any time. And it was always a deep sleep that took a hell of a lot to wake him from.

The phone dinged with a new voicemail before immediately starting its little buzz across the nightstand again.

"Answer your damn phone before I break it." Cas grunted again and didn't move a muscle.

The phone continued ringing.

"Cas!"

"Fuck's sake." Cas muttered, rolling over until he was sprawled over Dean and groped around in the dark for his phone.

Dean let out his own grunt and growled, "Get the fuck off me, you weigh a ton." Cas ignored Dean's attempts at shoving him off and answered his phone.

"Pam, this better be good. I was just dreaming about licking chocolate sauce off of Dean's ass."

"Jesus Cas." Dean had learned early on that Cas' partner Pam was spared no detail about Dean and Cas' sex life. She was just as stubborn and unaware of personal boundaries as Cas was and Dean always felt on the verge of being her next meal when he was around her. He liked her though, despite the unwanted groping of his ass whenever Cas wasn't looking. Normally he wouldn't mind, but he was with Cas, even if it only had been a month, but he liked Cas and for once wasn't running for the hills like he usually would have been by now.

"No you may not," Dean shoved one last time at Cas; he rolled his eyes when he saw Cas grinning at him in the dark. Cas, thankfully shifted to the side so Dean could breathe again, "Because it's my ass that's why."

Dean reached around and slapped Cas' own ass in retaliation and finally rolled out of the bed since he was realizing he really needed to pee. Cas snickered at his retreating back before he too was rolling out of bed saying, "I'll be there in twenty."

When Dean returned to the bedroom, the light was flicked on and Cas was half-dressed and searching for his other sock. Dean flopped back into the middle of the bed and watched Cas get ready.

"Work?"

"Ass o'clock in the morning, naturally." Dean sighed and pulled the blankets back over himself, laughing quietly when Cas sniffed the shirt he'd picked up off the floor before putting it on. Cas' gun and badge were gathered from the nightstand and clipped to his belt and he settled on the edge of the bed to pull on his shoes.

"Don't forget my brother is coming in tonight."

"I know Dean."

"Said you'd be here. Don't forget." God when had he turned into the nagging housewife in this relationship?

Cas chuckled, pressed a kiss to Dean's temple before standing and turning the light off, "I'll be here Dean, don't worry."

"'Kay."

"Go back to sleep." Dean nodded, he was already well on his way back to sleep for a few more hours before he himself had to head into work. Normally he would rub it in Cas' face, but he was already half asleep. Cas kissed him again and Dean heard him leaving the room, the front door clicking shut behind him.

When Dean made his way home later in the day it was to find Cas passed out on the couch in his living room, Day of the Dead on the TV. He couldn't help the grin that spread over his face, zombie movies were Cas' lullaby, they had the same effect on him that you would singing a baby to sleep.

Dean plopped down on the couch beside him, turned the volume up until Cas jerked awake at a scream shouting, "Shoot 'em in the head!" Dean cracked up, turned the volume back down and grinned at the befuddled look Cas was shooting him.

"I really wish I had a camera rolling for that moment Cas."

"I just want you to know that sometimes I hate you." Dean grinned again, watched as Cas sniffed the air and asked, "Is that a sandwich from the deli across the street I smell?"

"Yeah, but I only got it for me, didn't know you'd be here since you had to work." Cas had levered himself off the couch and had disappeared into the kitchen where Dean had set his bags when he'd heard the TV in the living room going.

There was the sound of bags rustling, plates clinking and Cas was back on the couch next to him, the sandwich split into two, one of which was handed over to Dean.

"Was a suicide, not my thing." Cas muttered through a mouthful, clicking the TV back on. Dean hesitated around his sandwich; he never really knew how to acknowledge that, dead bodies and gore were never his thing. Pies and engines were more his thing.

Cas always worried he came across as too insensitive and would always apologize to Dean about it, but Dean wasn't worried about it. It was Cas' job, and by now, he'd learned that what people saw as Cas being emotionless Dean knew it was just Cas pushing everything to back, hiding it behind his wall. Cas just felt things deeper than other people did and since he was a little socially awkward he never knew how to express it properly.

Dean kind of loved him for it.

"Sorry." Cas mumbled, watching Dean from the corner of his eye, Dean shook his head, smiled and took a bite of his sandwich.

"You know I don't mind Cas. Just keep your pictures and paperwork off the table when Sam is here." Cas nodded and they ate in silence.

"Are you sure you want me here when your brother is visiting? I don't want to intrude, I know you don't get to see him as often as you'd like."

"I want you two to meet Cas, you'll get along great. Both of you are nerds and he's bringing his girlfriend with him anyway. We can double date." He did not just say that. By the way Cas grinned at him, snorting and stuffing his mouth full of sandwich, Dean really had just said that and Cas was trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Shut up."

"You're adorable Dean, really." Dean smacked Cas' shoulder and they went back to watching the movie, Dean would never understand how Cas could enjoy so much gore when his days were usually filled with it to begin with. It made Cas happy though, and he usually found great entertainment in seeing blood flying everywhere and limbs being torn off. Dean shrugged to himself and smiled when he felt Cas settle in against his side, a warm and welcome weight.

When the movie finally ended, Dean nudged Cas out of his light doze and said, "Time to hit the airport."

Cas blinked up at him and stretched out, "You want me to go with you?"

"Well don't sound so shocked, of course I want you to go with me. You expect me to make you wait here like a housewife or some shit?" Cas snorted and stood, beginning the hunt for his shoes since the man never seemed capable of keeping track of them, "You're totally the woman in this relationship Dean."

"Don't make me hit you." Cas simply grinned and pulled on his jacket and waited by the door for Dean. Dean paused to appreciate the view that was Cas in his jeans, t-shirt and rather form fitting leather jacket, badge and gun just peeking out from underneath.

Cas eyed him, "What?"

"That's a good look for you, you should ditch the suits. They make you look like a wannabe tax accountant and no one in their right mind grows up thinking 'I'm going to be a tax accountant'."

Cas snorted, rolled his eyes and opened the front door, "You just like being able to stare at my ass." Dean did just that, giving that fine rear a good long look that had Cas rolling his eyes again as they headed for Dean's car.

They arrived at the airport on time and only had to wait a few minutes in the baggage claim for Sam and Jess to show up. Dean immediately spotted Sam through the crowd; his stupid floppy could be seen from outer space with his stupid height.

Sam spotted Dean, waved and bounded over, dragging his girlfriend Jess along behind him. Dean had about ten seconds to prepare himself for the impact that was Sam's gigantic ass slamming into him in a hug.

"Alright Sammy, let me go so I can breathe please?" Sam patted Dean's back and pulled away, smiling so hard his dimples were in full effect. Dean straightened his clothes and pulled Cas forward from where he'd been hanging back, letting everyone get their greetings out of the way.

"Sam, Jess, this is Castiel Adams my…my-"

"Boyfriend. He still has trouble with the B word." Cas cut in, smirking over at Dean as he held his hand out for Sam and then Jess to shake.

"Nice to finally meet you Cas, Dean's said a lot about you."

"Have not."

"He's said a lot about you too Sam."

"Have not! What am I? Chopped liver over here?"

"Oh really?" Sam turned that obnoxious looking grin on Dean and Dean resisted the urge to smack him upside the head.

"I do not." Dean repeated, glaring at Cas who was taking it all in with a smile on his face as he completely ignored Dean and said, "He really does, always 'Sam this' and 'Sam that'. It's all quite adorable really." Dean glared what he hoped was death on contact looks as Sam and Cas walked ahead of him, chatting away as if they had been best friends forever instead of just now meeting.

Jess hooked her arm over Dean's shoulder, watched their two boyfriends walking away, "Don't worry; we can totally get them back."

"Damn right we are." Dean and Jess gathered up the bags that had been left behind and followed the two chatty Cathy's to the Impala, Dean should have known it would have been a bad idea to let Cas and Sam meet. It would be the force of younger siblings joining, not scared to take on the older sibling. Naturally, Cas would latch on to that whenever Gabriel and Dean poked and prodded at him for being the younger sibling and throw it all back in Dean's face.

Payback was going to be a bitch either way for the next couple of days.