A/N So basically, I don't really understand fanfiction, and this is my first fic/story with a plot-line ever. As such it'd be kinda great if anyone could point out anything thats messed up in this ? I'm pretty sure I'm rubbish at characterization, plus corrections on slightly shaky grammar/spelling/anything else that I've missed...

Dean wakes first the next day, and is surprised to find Cas next to him.

He doesn't mind though; somehow, it feels right to have the angel snuggled close. He is about to get up when he realises that their legs are tangled together. Not wanting to disturb Cas' peaceful slumber, Dean decides to wait until Cas wakes before moving.

He doesnt have to wait long, as Cas is awake almost before Dean has decided to let him rest.

Cas stares at him sleepily, and Dean watches him, amused by this new side of him. There is an odd fluttery feeling twisting in Dean's stomach, but before he can properly take notice of it, Castiel's eyes widen and he starts babbling in a way entirely uncharacteristic of the ever composed angel.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to - I mean, you fell asleep, and I didn't want to wake you, and I just..."

Cas tails off, and looks at Dean meekly. "I know, Cas. Thanks," Dean laughs.

Relief colours Cas' eyes a lighter blue for a moment, until the door bursts open and Sam bounds in. "Guys, Bobby called, and..."

He takes in the scene and grins. "At last, I was beginning to think the two of you would never notice!"

Dean and Cas stare at him blankly, still too surprised for embarrassment. Sam's grin fades, and turns to a look of exasperation.

"Anyway, Bobby called and one of his friends asked if we could work a case for him."

Cas struggles off the bed with difficulty, and Dean groans. "Details?"

"Manhattan, and probably a werewolf."

Dean looks at Sam quickly, remembering their last experience with a werewolf, but Sam looks OK. He rolls out from under the covers and starts gathering his belongings. "And I was starting to kinda like it here!"

He is joking of course, but then remembering last night Dean realises that maybe he was getting more attached to the place. He looks over at Cas quickly, turning back just as fast when Castiel notices his gaze.

Sam watches this exchange and smirks in that particularly annoying way of his, but all he says is, "There's a diner nearby where we can have breakfast."

Dean's stomach growls at the suggestion. Swinging his hastily-packed bag over his shoulder, he leads the way out.

They eat quickly, and if Dean finds his eyes straying to Cas' lips a bit too often, well, that's just because he's wishing he'd ordered the same as Cas - that apple pie looks good.

If Cas catches himself watching Dean maybe more that he should, of course it's because he wants to be sure he has fully understood the human concept of 'eating'.

Neither notices Sam's small, satisfied smirk, and soon they have paid and are walking back to the car.

When they arrive at the black impala, both Cas and Dean are surprised to see Sam walk round and casually sit down in the back seat.

Cas frowns, confused. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, it's just that normally you ride shotgun, Sammy," Dean says.

"Oh right, of course. I just felt like a change, you know? More space back here."

Dean is momentarily nonplussed, then decides not to bother wasting time trying to comprehend Sam's twisted little-brother logic. "OK then. Cas?" He smiles as Cas slides carefully into the seat.

"You sure you're alright with this?" Cas asks.

"Oh yes," Sam says brightly. "It's absolutely perfect..."

Dean can almost hear the evil laugh behind those words, and years of experience with Sam's pranks tells him something is definitely going on.

But for now, there are more important things to think about. Cas' warm hand is so very near his, close enough to touch, and he's about to reach just that tiny bit further...

Suddenly, an abrupt realisation snaps Dean back to reality.

The fluttery feeling is back.