"Back again so soon?" Castiel said, smiling at Dean as he sat down in the bar. It had only been about 40 minutes or so, but here he was.

"Yeah," Dean said. Castiel gestured towards the fridge with the beers in it, and Dean nodded. Castiel smiled, turned, and took out a beer, and handed it to Dean before closing the fridge behind him. Dean took a sip of it. "Sam's still being an ass. Jess is with him now though, so she might be able to calm him down. I don't know what the problem is now, he wouldn't tell me."

Castiel nodded while he handed a beer to another customer – this one poured in a glass, unlike Dean's. The bar had gotten busier since Dean had left, but Castiel could still talk somewhat privately to Dean without a problem. Most of the people were sitting at tables, only coming up to the bar for another round of drinks. The customer paid and Castiel offered a polite smile that the customer didn't return. Castiel turned most of his attention back to Dean.

"Who's Jess? You didn't mention her before."

"Oh, she's Sam's girlfriend. Nice enough. Good looking, though," Dean explained, and Castiel nodded. Dean took another sip of his beer. "I don't have anywhere to sleep," he said after putting his beer down. "You don't think you could let me stay in here, do you?"

Castiel shook his head. "Sorry. I'd have to throw you out by 3." He felt a bit bad when Dean sighed, though. "But I mean, if you want, you can go sleep in one of the back booths until then. You can still get a couple of hours. Not really quiet, but it's better than a car, right?"

Dean shook his head after taking another sip of his beer. He was drinking rather quickly this time, Castiel noticed. He'd have to keep an eye on him. "Nah, I'll be fine in the car. I'll stay here for a while though."

Castiel nodded. "Yeah, sure." A new costumer – a young girl, this time – came up to the bar and asked for a rum and coke. She smiled at Dean, and he gave her a fake smile. At least, Castiel thought it was fake; the skin around his eyes didn't wrinkle, and that usually meant the smile was fake. As Castiel served her drink, she looked at Dean a last time, and went back down to her friend. Dean sighed.

"I'm hungry. You have any nachos done?"

"Not done, but I can have Adam make you some real quick. He's on kitchen duty this week," Castiel said, and was already a few feet away when Dean answered.

"No, it's okay. Don't bother. I'll go get something to eat at a pizzeria or something later."

Castiel paused and looked back at Dean. "You sure? Because if you're sticking around until 3, most pizzerias will be closed."

Dean pursed his lips again. Castiel liked it when he did that. "So clever, Castiel," Dean said. "I'll have some nachos, then." Just as Castiel moved to continue, Dean called again. "Oh, and another beer. Aren't you having anything to drink?"

Castiel looked at Dean over his shoulder. "No, we can only drink if customers buy us the drinks. Besides, I don't really drink much. I'll get your beer when I get back in a minute."

"I'll buy you a beer, come on," was the first thing Dean said when Castiel got back from the kitchen. He sighed and took two beers out of the fridge, handing one to Dean and taking a sip of his own before closing the fridge behind him. He made a face, and Dean laughed. Castiel couldn't help but smile. He liked Dean's laugh.

"Adam should be out with your nachos in a few minutes," Castiel said, resting his arms on the countertop and putting most of his weight on his arms, both of his hands wrapped around the beer bottle. There was some noise in there now, a bunch of customers having arrived, but most of the people were at least a few feet away from the bar, so they could still talk.

"You know, I think you're the only bartender who ever bothered to talk to me," Dean said after a short silence. "It's nice. Not being ignored for once."

"Oh come on," Castiel said, nudging Dean's arm teasingly. "With a face like yours?"

Dean snorted and smiled softly. "Yeah," he then said and sighed. "With a face like mine."

Castiel worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, trying to figure out what to say, but when he was about to say something, Adam called from the kitchen that the nachos were done. Castiel straightened up before going to get the nachos for Dean.

"Dean, come on, it's 3:30, and you only got to stay until now because I'm off now. Come on, you need to go," Castiel said, shaking Dean's shoulder. Dean laughed up at him with the goofiest grin Castiel had ever seen on anyone. He probably shouldn't have let Dean drink that much, he realised, but there was nothing to do about it now. Pulling him up, Castiel propped Dean's arm over his own shoulders, supporting him. Most of Dean's weight was on Castiel, but he could take it. "Dean, come on!"

"You know, Castiel, I like you. You're nice. No one's ever nice just to be nice, but you are. I like you," Dean said and grinned up at him. Castiel sighed.

"That's great, Dean. Now would you please think for a bit? I need to know where you and Sam live, or at least what car is yours. I'm not leaving you on the street," Castiel said.

"That one's mine," Dean said and pointed. What he had failed to realise, though, was that they were still inside the bar.

"Oh my God, you have got to be kidding me. Do you remember your address, Dean?"

"What address?" Dean slurred and grinned at him.

"Your home address! Come on!" Dean just laughed and didn't answer, but leaned more on Castiel. Castiel had to fight the urge to yell at him – he's drunk, Castiel, you can't expect anything but this – but he couldn't stop himself from sighing in annoyance. "Come on, then. You can crash on my couch tonight."

Dean didn't answer, and he didn't try to help Castiel even a little – he just hung on his shoulders and let Castiel drag him with him.

"Castiel, I'm cold!"

Dean was on the couch in Castiel's bedroom. Castiel had gotten him a blanket, but he knew it wasn't enough – it was very thin, and very old, so it didn't give much warmth in a small apartment like this where the heat didn't really warm up the place at this time of the year. Castiel hadn't been really tired when they had gotten there, so he hadn't fallen asleep yet. He sighed.

"I know, Dean," he said, turned to lie on his back and look over at Dean. His back had been turned against Dean before. "What do you want me to do about it? I don't have anything else you can wear."

He saw Dean get up from the couch and walk towards the bed, and when he was about to ask what he was doing, Dean pushed him gently to get him to move closer to the wall. "Come on, move."

"You can't be serious," Castiel said, frowning and looking up at Dean's silhouette. Dean pushed at his side again, and Castiel gave another sigh. "You sure sobered up quickly," he said, finally moving over, and he thought he could almost see Dean smirk in the dark, the moonlight from the window shining a bit in his teeth. Picking up the cover, Dean slipped into the bed. Castiel couldn't stop himself from shivering as Dean's ice cold arm touched his own. "You can't really have expected to be warm enough with nothing but your boxers and that blanket, Dean."

"Shut up and sleep, Cas," Dean said, obviously tired now that he was warm enough. It was easy to hear in his voice.

Castiel paused. Cas? "Did you just call me Cas?"

"Yeah. Why?"

I've never had a nickname before. "No reason. Goodnight, Dean."

He heard Dean yawn, and he almost thought he wasn't going to answer, but he did. "Night, Cas."

AN: Alright, second chapter up, yay.

For those of you following my TMI fic, don't worry, I'm working on it, and it'll probably be up tonight or tomorrow.

So. I hope you guys like it. Review, maybe?

Thanks to my darling CJ (nomadiccas on tumblr) for betaing. It got better thanks to you. Love you bunches.

Lea