A/N: This is really two short chapters blended together. Chapter three would have been a little morning chat between Dean and Cas, and the second another chat between Sam and Dean about what Sam walked in on.

I just couldn't help myself, I had to keep going.

And thanks again to cassiels-song. I now have more ideas to keep this store alive. But, Wish will be finished after this chapter. The nest story in this series is called Want.

Oh, and thanks to gnoing for your awesome comment that you were happy that this story had been changed to "in progress"!

Anywho, my lovelies, here be the last chapter of Wish.

Wish Series Part One, Chapter Three

Time

Dean woke up in the morning to Cas's blue eyes staring at him.

"Good morning Dean."

"Morning Cas." Dean sighed, "How long have you been staring at me?"

Cas looked a bit embarrassed. "Since you feel asleep. You would make some interesting faces." Cas hesitated, "Dean?"

"Yeah Cas?"

"You don't regret last night, do you?"

Dean's eyes widened. "No Cas! Not at all!"

Cas was relieved. "Good. I was worried for a moment that you would."

"Don't be. You don't ever have to be worried about," Dean gestured between them, "this. Ok?"

Cas smiled, "Ok Dean."

Just as Dean was about to kiss Cas, there was a knock on the door. "Damn it Sammy!" He whispered.

"Hey, you guys decent in there? Want to go get some breakfast?"

"Coming Sam!" Dean yelled at the door.

He better not mean that in a dirty way, real-Sam thought.

Dean and Cas got out of the bed, then the hunter answered the door. Sam looked Dean up and down and smiled broadly.

"Have a good night last night, Dean?"

Dean's eyes widened. He must have a morning boner. He looked down and sighed. He was relieved, no morning boner. Thank God.

Dean put on a false smile, "Would you like to come in, Sammy?"

"I don't know, would I?" Sam leered at Dean.

"Damn it Sam! I'm fully clothed. Cas is fully clothed. Nothing biblical happened last night."

"Uh, Dean –"

Dean Cut him off, "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Sasquatch."

Sam chuckled and pushed past Dean into the motel room. He took a seat at the kitchen table, noting that only one bed had been disturbed. He smiled to himself.

When Dean went to the bathroom, showered, did his business, and brushed his teeth, Sam decided to have a little chat with Cas. But, for the life of him, he couldn't drop the smile.

"You know, if you hurt Dean, I'll kill you. Badass angel or not."

"Do not worry Sam, I have no intention of hurt your brother." Cas looked down, recalling his past actions. "Again." He looked Sam in the eyes. "But if I do hurt him, please, kill me."

Wow. "Uh, ok Cas."

"I mean it Sam. If you don't, I will."

Double wow. This was starting to make Sam uncomfortable. He shifted in his seat. "Cas, look, I know you won't hurt Dean. You hurt him once, but you won't don't do it again. I know you won't."

"Thank you for your confidence, Sam."

Sam took a deep breath and sighed. "No problem Cas."

A few minutes went by…

"So..." Sam smiled devilishly, "is, uh, is Dean a better kisser than Daphne?"

Cas smiled. Really smiled. "Yes. He most certainly is."

Dean came out of the bathroom. He looked between his brother and his angel.

"Were you two talking about me?" He said with a smirk.

"Let's go Dean, I'm starving."

"Fine fine fine, quite your whining."

Dean and Sam went to breakfast, leaving Cas behind at the motel. Cas didn't think it was necessary for him to go with them because he didn't eat. Also, he thought the brothers needed time to speak after what Sam had witnessed last night.

Dean knew that Sam would inevitably say something to piss him off, seeing as how he gave a shit ton of ammo to his Sasquatch of a baby brother last night, so he intentionally drove to a diner ten blocks away.

Sam and Dean sat down at a booth in the corner at Pat's Diner. The waitress, Janet, took their order. Sam didn't order anything because he had a feeling that Dean would be storming off relatively soon. Dean ordered bacon, eggs, toast and three pancakes.

The Winchesters sat in silence, stealing glances at each other until their food came. Sam spoke up first.

"So?"

"So, what?"

"Is Cas a good kisser?"

Dean blushed. "Shut up, Sammy!"

"Oh my god! He is, isn't he?"

Dean sat up straight and put on his poker face. "That's a personal question, Sammy. One that I am not going to answer."

"Wow. I guess that Daphne taught him a thing or two." Sam smiled. Then immediately realized that remark was a mistake. Nice going, Winchester! Dean frowned sorrowfully. Sam frowned. "Oh, God Dean! I, I'm so sorry! You – you really wish you were his first, don't you?"

Dean slammed his napkin down on the table. "This is not a conversation I am going to have with you Sam!"

"Ok, ok. Sorry."

Dean put his napkin back on his lap. A few moments went by…

"So, I guess you really are into dick now?" Sam smiled.

Dean through his napkin at Sam, who in turn started laughing.

"Real mature Sammy!" Dean got up, started walking away, then turned back around. He grabbed one of his slices of bacon and poined it at Sam. "Bitch."

Dean took a bite of his bacon and just as he started walking away again, Sam called back, "Jerk". Dean walked to the car and drove back to the motel.

Sam laughed to himself. So fucking worth having to pay the bill and walk the – oh. Shit. Sam dropped his fist on the table. Now I have to walk the ten goddamn blocks to get back to the motel. Way to go Sammy. Way to go. Sam sighed, then shrugged. Oh well, still worth it, he thought as he took a bite of Dean's toast.

A/N: Ok my awesome supporters! That's it for Wish! For those of you who liked this story, Want is up now!