The third time it happens is when Castiel pops into Bobby's living room. Scaring the crap out of everyone in the process, including Dean. Castiel had just come to a dead end in finding God and came back for a visit, mainly to see Dean but no one needed to know that.

"Jesus Cas!" Exclaimed Dean as the human turned to look at him. "You should really wear a bell." Confused he tilted his head, a bell? Why should he wear one? He wasn't a cow.

"Ignore him Cas." Retorted Sam, the younger brother. Saving Castiel the embarrassment of asking what Dean had meant, although he probably wouldn't of minded seeing as human emotions were still so strange. Dean glared at his brother while Bobby scoffed in the background,

"Idjits." He commented before wheeling into the kitchen, "I'm getting a beer." Sam and Dean were still locked in what seemed like a "Staring Contest" that Dean told him about. Castiel just stood there silently and didn't move an inch as the two brothers broke the silence and laughed at each other.

"Bitch."

"Jerk." The name calling was always in good humour, which confused Castiel but he had grown accustomed to the human brothers relationship. But the time for pleasantries must end, he wishes, needs, to speak with Dean alone and he cannot do so with Samuel Winchester in the room. Although Castiel has nothing against the nice man that Sam is, he knows Dean and what he has to say would make him uncomfortable if Sam heard too. So he stares at Sam blankly, communicating with his "freaky angel stare", dubbed by Dean, hoping he would understand. He was doing this for Dean, like he does everything for Dean.

Sam catches the Angel's stare and his laughter quietens. A few moments fly past as Dean notices the unnerving silence settling over the room, just as Castiel thinks it isn't going to work Sam nods briefly at him and smiles slightly as he turns to Dean and grins. "I wouldn't mind a beer myself." He says as he pulls his large frame out of the chair he'd crammed himself into about an hour ago.

"Get me one too, Sammy." Dean asks winking as Sam fakes annoyance at his older brother. Then, within the next few seconds, Castiel is alone with Dean. A few moments of silence before Castiel remembers that silence for too long makes humans nervous, awkward.

"Dean." He says, knowing that he can't stare at Dean for as long as he wishes, it makes him edgy even though Dean is the only human who can properly look him in straight in the eye as he does.

"Hm?" Hums Dean tiredly, not really paying attention to him. The magazine in his hands more interesting than Castiel, and for a brief moment that angers him until the feeling seeps away, he is an Angel and he must remember his mission to find God.

"Dean." He says again. And there must have been something in his voice as Dean looks up sharply, green eyes bright with worry and curiosity.

"Cas?" He asks, and the nickname makes Castiel feel a bit lighter, calmer. Dean sits up from his slouching position on the couch and stares up at him, waiting, the magazine laying forgotten beside him. With Dean's attention on him Castiel can't help but feel warm under his gaze,

"My recent search for my Father has not gone so well." He begins, Dean nodding to his words. "It seems I will be with you again for several weeks before I find a lead." And Castiel catches the pleasure in Dean's eyes briefly before it is hidden once more, it was almost as if it had never been there at all. Dean smiles happily, the smile then changing into a full grin showing his clean, white teeth, creases appearing at the edges of Dean's eyes.

Dean's happy face.

The expression never fails to pull a smile onto Castiel's face as he still stands, arms hung by his side dressed in his rumpled suit and trusty trench coat. Dean pats the space beside him, confusing Castiel for a moment as he tilts his head. His charge just lifts an eyebrow up at him, "Sit." He says, the tone offering no argument. So he does just that, and sits beside Dean maybe a little too close, but if the hunter has a problem with Castiel breaching his personal space (again) he doesn't say anything. The room fills up with quiet again, and the Angel realises that neither Bobby or Sam have returned from the kitchen. It takes him another minute or two to realise that it was probably intentional, and the two men had given him a private audience with Dean, for which he is grateful. He knew humans could be smart from time to time, they were such fascinating creatures, especially Dean of course. He was the best of them all. Spending time with Dean, and his family, intrigues Castiel and he briefly wonders why his brother, Uriel, hates them so much. There were some bad humans, yes, but the good ones make up for them, Castiel just didn't understand him. But…

Uriel was Uriel after all.

Before he even realises it he has spoken, "Have you been sleeping peacefully?" Castiel peers at Dean suddenly wondering if he'd intruded into his privacy, but Dean just stares back levelly the grin on his face reducing to a small, but still warm, smile.

"Yeah…" He breathes. "Better than before anyway." Castiel is surprisingly happy to hear this and nods at Dean's answer, he is very glad but seeing as he is not so busy it wouldn't hurt to check up on Dean later on.

"That is," Castiel pauses. "Good news." Dean snorts a little while Castiel tilts his head in confusion. Had he done something funny? The hunter shakes his head slightly before silence reigned once more, Castiel didn't know what the proper etiquette was for times like this, humans were interesting but confusing. Dean moves his legs slightly, his knee brushing Castiel's own, the action sending shivers down Castiel's back a very…odd feeling. He nearly moves away but Dean is so close, and warm…and to Castiel he smelt faintly of apples, or an apple orchard in the summer. A very pleasant fragrance.

"I'm glad you're here Cas." Says Dean, slicing through the silence like a warm knife through butter. His deep voice startling Castiel for a second before he recovers and turns to look at Dean who is already watching him with an expression akin to amusement. Castiel feels warm at the confession and he smiles ever so slightly.

"I am glad to be here with you Dean." He replies and he immediately knows it was the correct answer. Dean's eyes turn to a bright green as the soft smile pulls at his plump lips, lighting up his face. The Sun chooses that moment to shine through the window, highlighting Dean in its golden glow, making Dean's short hair gleam. His eyes looking like they're sparkling at Castiel, the full black lashes creating an almost girlish effect on Dean's face as he blinks, brushing along his freckled cheeks. And God he is…remarkable. Dean is…

Beautiful.

And its all for Castiel, he is the one who placed that smile on Dean's face, and he is the only one blessed with the vision of Dean sat before him in casual clothes but looking every bit as heavenly as the Angels Castiel knows. Maybe even more so. But then he realises he is staring as Dean's face frowns in confusion, Castiel looks away for a second or two. "Dean." He says softly as he turns back to look, the sight of seeing Dean again shocking him once more. Dean's frown softens as he nods slightly waiting for him to finish. Castiel doesn't really know what overcomes him as he leans forward with the desire to touch, to taste. But he knows that in doing so he will scare Dean, and that won't do. So, he does the next best thing. He sends a silent prayer to his Father as he closes the distance between them and softly brushes his lips to Dean's cheek.

The skin is smoother than he thought, and holds such warmth. And if Castiel had thought Dean had smelt nice before, that didn't compare to how luscious he smells up close. The contact is short lived but nice and as he leans back Castiel is almost afraid to see the expression on Dean's face. Will he be surprised? Angry? Disgusted? But it is none of those, Dean's face is serene, a look of pure bliss in his eyes and a slight blush colouring his cheeks. "Cas." He whispers longingly, the sound like a whimper to Castiel's ears. The nickname for him, Dean's name for him, propelling him forward as he leans in to kiss the other cheek, pressing his lips a bit more firmly this time. Dean lets out a soft sigh, the breeze blowing over Castiel's cheek and neck.

He is no longer just Castiel, Angel of the Lord, he is Dean's Angel, his Castiel, his Cas. And he's perfectly fine with that, he discovers. He revels in the fact that he means something to Dean, and he is needed, so his biggest concern is to forever be Dean Winchester's angel, Cas the Holy Tax Accountant.

A cough echoes into the room as both he and Dean snap their eyes to look at the doorway. Sam is stood there, two cold beers in his hands the condensation melting down the sides as he stares bewildered at the two of them. "Sammy." Dean says shocked, and embarrassed. He rubs a hand at the back of his neck, "Erm…" Castiel, Cas, chooses to intervene here to save Dean the hassel of speaking.

"I was just leaving." He says before adding. "But I'll be back soon." Sam nods in a daze as Cas turns to look at Dean, they meet each other's eyes shyly before Cas smiles once more before he vanishes. Reluctantly leaving Dean when he'd only just got back, but Cas knows that he needs to give Dean time to think over what he did, and he needs time for himself to marvel at what he did. He touches his lips, a warm tingling sensation still lingering even though he is no longer with Dean. It is then that he slowly begins to understand the greatness of God's gift of emotion to humans is, and how Afriel could possibly leave them and fall to Earth. Cas is slightly guilty at leaving Dean by himself to explain to Sam exactly what happened but he thinks that Dean would probably know what to say, for Cas doesn't have the faintest idea what he did, and its meaning. Cas smiles to himself as he sits on the park bench, the sun shining as it begins its decent, bathing the empty park in a mixture of red, orange and yellow. He is happy to be home.

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And when Cas, checks back later that night, Dean is sleeping peacefully. Without knowing what's he doing, he's leaning over Dean's sleeping form. Placing a soft kiss to the smooth skin of his forehead, for once unmarred by creases of worry. He places two fingers to Dean's temple, making sure he sleeps deeply and completely dream free. He steps back to vanish again when Dean rolls over with a happy smile on his face, eyes still closed in sleep as he let's out a content sigh of, Cas.

And to him, that is the best sound in the whole world.

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