Sam and Dean were on the road again. They were on the middle of nowhere. There were no motels in the nearby. The Impala was parked under a street lamp as it was pitch black. Sam was snoring on the back seat of Impala. Dean sat on the passanger seat.
There was a flutter of wings and Cas sat beside Dean. - Hello, Dean.
- Cas.
There was a silence of few minutes.
- What brought you here, Cas?
- You.
- I didn't pray or anything.
That silenced the angel.
- Cas? Is it true something you'd like to share with me?
The brightness of Castiel's eyes made Dean to figure out on his own. Oh, great, Dean thought, I never liked guessing games. - So you want to talk only to me. You haven't appeared when Sam was present. Well, awake , that is, Dean corrected as Sam let out a loud snore.
Dean took his flask of whisky out of the glove department.
Cas glared at him.
- What? Dean asked raising an eyebrow. - Can't I have a drink?
- I'd prefer you didn't.
- Cas, give me a bloody break. I am tired but I cannot sleep. I am swallowed by this feeling that's crushing my chest.
- Dean. Something has been troubling me. It's just like you said. There's a crushing feeling at my chest.
- Okay.
- It helps when I am with you. But I don't want to see you sad, depressed or anything like that. I would like you to be happy.
- Cas, you know our life is not dancing on roses, Dean sighed.
Castiel turned to look at his human friend. He smiled. - Dean, you should enjoy the little things in life.