A/N: First off, I'd like to apologize for my absence, my laptop had been having issues, and I refuse to write my fics on anyone else's computer. Though we should all know by now, I never actually stop writing this fic, there's a library of handwritten sheets of the story on notebook paper filling my jeans.

Secondly! This chapter is dedicated to my Online Best Friend: Aydefirth, because she hates reading WIPs, but I sort of forced her. This is for you dear! On with Chapter 4!

For a while, they laid there, just laid there. Silently, just taking in everything. Taking in the sun, taking in the comfortable silence, taking in each other. You know, even though their friendship was broken, probably beyond compare, they enjoyed this. They enjoyed laying there in each other's arms, relishing in the comfort it provided. They enjoyed each other's warmth. They even enjoyed listening each other's breathing.

Castiel shifted, pressing his forehead onto Dean's chest and exhaled deeply. Things were looking up, well for now anyways. At least in these quiet moments with Dean, everything was practically perfect, and they both knew it. Soon they were sleeping again. They seem to be doing a lot of that lately. Sleeping.

Castiel, for once, fell into a dreamless sleep. Although, unlike most dreamless sleeps, this would leave him relaxed and well rested. Dean, however, did dream this time around. The dreams don't leave him well rested. Quite the opposite, in fact. They leave him worried deeply. They were about Sam, and his broken wall. Things didn't seem normal with him anymore. He was distant, and quite frankly, he acted like he did when the wall first broke.

Dean's breath quickened, and he began getting restless, "Dean," someone was calling for him. "Dean. Dean! Dean, wake up!" He felt something touch him. Someone was pushing his shoulder, and then everything went white. His eyes shot open, everything was temporarily blurry. When everything came into focus, he sees Castiel looking over him looking frantic.

"What happened?" Castiel asked urgently.

Dean sat up slowly, "Nothing, nightmare is all." He looked around; it was dark now, well past dinner time. He placed a hand on his stomach, God, what he wouldn't give to have a cheeseburger right about now. He slowly lay back down and stared up at the ceiling.

Castiel ran a hand through Dean's hair. He would have placed a kiss on his head, like he's seen mothers do so many times, but that wouldn't be accepted, not yet anyways. Instead, he wrapped one arm around Dean, and placed his head in the crook of his neck. Again, Dean's warmth soothed Castiel, even if he wasn't the one who needed soothing. He slipped another hand under his neck and ran said hand through the Winchester's hair again. It was the only thing he knew would work.

Dean wouldn't let on, but Castiel was helping, probably in more ways than one. He slid one hand under and around the Angel, resting his hand on his hip, and his head on his.

"Thank you," Dean finally whispered. Castiel only nodded and shifted closer. That was his tired (and lazy) way of saying 'You're Welcome,'. Soon, with little argument, Castiel lulled Dean into another period of sleep.

There was a noise outside the door, but neither of them really heard it. Instead, they subconsciously stirred and pressed closer to one another. The lock clicked and the door opened. Someone walked into the room, the lights flicked one, causing both Castiel and Dean to cringe at the sudden brightness.

"Is cuddling going to become a regular thing with you, Dean?" Sam asked in a teasing tone.

"Sam? What the hell are you doing in here?" Dean was sitting up now, looking rather miffed.

"You two didn't show up for dinner, so instead of going back to my room, I asked around a bit. Found out if anyone's noticed anything unusual." He paused, "Well, our kind of unusual."

"And?"

"And nothing! This place was so clear of anything supernatural, it's almost impossible!"

"So you're here for nothing then?" Castiel had chimed in this time.

"Well no, there was nothing unusual until tonight." Dean's ears perked.

"Go on…"

"Suicide. From what I gather, they slit their wrists. Now where have we heard that before?"

"So not only are we dealing with a Demon, but a wrathe now too? That's just awesome!" Dean said sarcastically. Sam nodded in agreement. This really was going to be hard. Not only because they had a hard time with the last wrathe they hunted, but they weren't even sure if the Demon was a Demon!

Dean let out an exasperated sigh and held his head in his hands. They don't even have any weapons for Christ sake! All they had was themselves, a go-get-'em attitude, and a broken Angel. And now they could kiss that attitude goodbye. They were royally fucked.

Castiel looked at Sam, them over to Dean. There had to be some way he could help. He looked back to Sam once more and noticed something. Sam seemed different. More detached, and come to think of it, why was he paying so much attention to the corner of the room? There's nothing over there! Dean looked no better. He seemed completely stressed out, and almost defeated. He would wrap his arms around the hunter, run his hands through his hair again, and pull him back down into the bed, lulling him into a false sense of safety and security, but he knew better than that. Dean would never allow it, not with Sam around anyways. He had to be strong for his little brother, and Castiel knew that all too well.

"What do you propose we do?" Castiel started, "I mean if you came in here now to tell us all of this, you must have a plan about it, hmm?" he spoke in a half accusatory half sarcastic tone. That was the plan; he had to drive Sam away for now, for Dean's sake.

"Well no, but guys had to know." Castiel looked in between him and the clock, then conjured his best bitchface. Even Dean agreed, yes this was important, but it couldn't have waited three hours until breakfast? At the very least, they'd all be less irritable then. Dean let his head fall back and bang against the wall.

Sam stood up, "Well in that case, I'll uh…I'll see you in the morning then." E made his way across the room and flicked the lights out on his way out. He walked quietly down the hall, towards what was supposed to be his and Dean's room, leaving Dean and Castiel alone, with the moon as their only source of light.

Castiel let out a breath and looked over at Dean.

"What?" asked the man in question.

"Nothing, just try to calm down and relax."

"Relax? Relax. Maybe you weren't here five seconds ago but—"

"Hey!" Castiel almost shouted, "I was here, but don't you get angry with me! Not yet." He looked into the man's eyes, silently pleading with him to just try and keep his cool.

Now that he remembers everything, he really missed Dean. Dean looked down, then back to Castiel, "Sorry," he said quietly. Castiel held his gaze for a moment longer, and then came to a decision. If he was going to do this, it was going to be now.

He crawled closer to Dean, then climbed into his lap reluctantly, putting both his legs on either side of him, looking straight at him.

"Cas—"

"Don't" Castiel answered in a breath. He pressed his forehead to Dean's, but was sure not to look him in the eye this time.

Dean tried to pull away, "Dean, I'm trying to help," Castiel argued, grabbing Dean's shoulders.

"Cas, what are you doing?" Dean said rather than asked, as he lazily wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist.

"I'm helping. You're not mad anymore, so it seems to be working." He spoke quietly, as if he was unsure of himself. Dean didn't know how to react to any of this. He knows Castiel didn't know how either, but still. How could he react to a situation like this? He'd have to ignore everything his instincts were telling him, of course. It'd completely ruin everything. Instead, he just stayed where he was, taking everything in again. The sound of Castiel breathing, the warmth. Oh the warmth! That was the best part of all this. Seriously though, Castiel was like a radiator! He took comfort in this heat.

That's exactly what Castiel wanted. He focused the little bit of Grace he could muster up to create heat. He knew that humans took comfort inn body heat, so why not give it a shot? Dean pulled Castiel closer, gathering all of the Angel's warmth. Castiel let his hands slip down the human's back. He grabbed at Dean's shirt, clumping it into his fists, resting his head on his shoulder now.

Dean yawned, he was still tired. He slid down, and lay back, pulling Castiel onto his chest. The Angel began to roll off, but Dean held him in place. Castiel let out a shaky breath, he'd planned to help Dean, but he hadn't planned on Dean responding so well.

Dean ran his hands through Castiel's hair, "It's hard sometimes." Castiel looked up at him, "Sometimes I think everything is falling apart around me. The monsters, Sam, the Leviathans. Everything." Castiel looked down, "I don't blame you anymore." Dean tilted up Castiel's head to face him, "It took awhile to come to terms with everything, but in the long run, you were doing it all for us, and we…and I, took you for granted." Dean was looking right at him now, telling him everything he needed to hear. That settled it, he needed to do this now. He slid his hands up and cupped Dean's face, and then he pulled himself up so that they were lying chest to chest. He nervously flickered his eyes from Dean's to his mouth. Slowly, his eyes fell shut and he gently pressed his lips to Dean's His heart his heart was caught in his throat, beating a mile a minute. The kiss he shared with Meg didn't produce this feeling, and it was far more heated. But this, with Dean, it meant something. With Dean it was slow and sweet. When he pulled away, he saw that Dean looked confused. He really screwed up this time, he began to pull away, but Dean quickly wrapped his arms around him.

"N-no, wait," he paused, "I uh…I don't know what to say." This was really saying something because he's usually a pro when it comes to things like this, but this was Cas. It's not the same, he's not some nameless chick at a bar, this was Cas.

Castiel, who had already begun reprimanding himself, now waited for the inevitable, for Dean to blow up. He was surprised when the much expected freak out never happened. Though, surprised was an understatement when Dean had begun to kiss him again. A pink tongue swiped across his lips tentatively, and he parted them, allowing the Winchester entrance. Their tongues danced together, slow and experimental. Slowly, they broke apart, neither of them knew what to say, they didn't want to say anything.

Dean snaked his arms around Castiel, and rested them on his lower back. Castiel rested his head in the crook of Dean's neck. They didn't sleep though, they weren't tire anymore.

Hours passed as they lay in silence, it would be time for breakfast soon, but they didn't want to leave. Leaving would mean getting out of bed. It would mean getting out of bed; it would mean having to give up the addicting body heat. It would mean having to face the day, having to face the wrathe, having to face the Demon or whatever, and having to face Sam. He may not know what happened after he left, but the thought of Sam judging him scared Dean.

"What do I do?" Castiel asked, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?"

"I have therapy today."

Dean's heart stopped, "Just try to act normal, he expects you to know something. So you have to throw him off your trail. He can't know you suspect him. No matter what happens, don't let him know." He wishes he could do more, offer Castiel some sort of protection, but there wasn't anything. They had to lay low.

Castiel nodded and told him he understood, though he didn't want to face the therapist. He shut out the thoughts for the time being, and himself closer (if that were possible) to Dean.

It wasn't long until there was a knock on the door, and the nurse walked in, "Sleep well?" She asked, closing the door behind her. They nodded, not going to tell her that they actually barely slept. "They're still going to be after you. And Castiel, you have therapy today," She was truly nervous for them. Castiel had become one of her closest friends, and his what seemed to be 'boyfriend' cared deeply for him. She felt like she had to protect them. "As much as they will fire me…you can no longer take your medication. It will be hard for you—"

"We're not crazy you know!" Dean snapped, "Sam and I are here on business, and you all just found Cas and forced him to think everything he believes was a lie!"

The nurse looked at him, mouth agape, "I know, I know why you're here. But even though Castiel is so seemingly normal, he is sick."

"He's not, how do you know why I'm here?"

"Because I…because there's something here. I know what Hunters are." That was the moment Dean became suspicious.

"Uh huh…Well I think I'm hungry now." It was obvious that all his trust for her was practically depleted, but he'd be civil, for Cas' sake.

They were led down to the Cafeteria after Dean spoke. They got in line and got their food, then waited for Sam to arrive. Ten minutes passed before Sam arrived with his breakfast. Dean wanted to tell Sam to keep an eye on the nurse, but decided against it, he'll worry on his own. Castiel kept quiet, his meeting with the Therapist was drawing dangerously close.

"So uh…" Sam began awkwardly, "Am I going to be spending the rest of our time here by myself?" Dean had begun to respond, but the nurse walked over and told Castiel that it was time to go. Panicked glances were exchanged, but Dean silently reassured him. He followed her out of the cafeteria, still looking rather nervous.

The two brothers sat in silence for a moment, "Alright, seriously. Are you planning on bunking with Cas now?" Sam asked, breaking the temporary silence.

"I hadn't really thought about it," he answered blandly.

"You seemed to like it though," Dean just looked at him, "I mean you seemed pretty happy last night." Dean flushed remembering everything that happened after Sam left, and how everything had been so peaceful, so worry free, that for a little bit, he had forgotten the job at hand. Now it was all just falling back into place. "Hey! Earth to Dean!" Sam was snapping in his face.

"What?"

"Jesus."

"Castiel," The therapist's voice was deep and raspy; it reminded him of how Raphael used to say his name. "How have you been?" He asked. The same question he asked every time they met.

"I've been good, and you?" This is actually the first time he's been forwardly polite with the man.

The therapist nodded curtly, "I'm fine," he spoke with boredom in his voice. Castiel had picked up on this. "Have you been hearing the—oh, what was it? — Angels! Have you been hearing the 'Angels' lately?" He looked up from his clipboard, expecting to see Castiel squirming, but he wasn't. He sat straight and poised.

"No I haven't. Not since my last outbreak. He answered, 'Why would I need to hear them when I am one?' his thoughts were taking on a more sassy tone.

"And how are you feeling? Emotionally?"

"Fantastic." Castiel said, trying to cover up his excitement when thought of why he was happy, but the therapist picked up on it.

He raised a brow in question, "And why would that be?"

"Oh, I found some friends,"

"Wonderful," he didn't care anymore. Oddly enough, he didn't seem as evil as Dean had made him out to be. 'Either that or he's tricking you,' the words resounded in the back of his mind. "You seem to be a lot better than you were a few days ago, just tell me about your friends and I'll let you go." There was something about the way the therapist spoke these words that made Castiel put up his guard completely. Something wasn't right; he fidgeted in his seat before answering.

"They're nice, and they're…caring…and uh…funny, though one of them has an attitude issue, but I like it sometimes."

The therapist nodded, "Attitude issue? You shouldn't associate yourself with people like that; it'll lessen your progress." Castiel nodded, not taking in a word he said. He stood up and left, he found Sam and Dean in the Rec Room. Same was smirking, and Dean was adamantly denying something. Castiel smiled, this is how he liked them, happy and relaxed. Opposed to the usual broken and stressed. He walked over to the brothers, and Dean seemed to stop speaking mid sentence, but Sam's smirk seemed to grown. Castiel decided not to acknowledge it.

"How was it?" Dean asked.

"He doesn't suspect a thing. When he asked about my dreams, I made something up about befriending sharks, then the sharks wanting to eat me, and then something about someone killing and cooking up the sharks for dinner." Alright, so that last part was a lie, but it beat telling them that the topic of today was mostly them. "So how was your morning?" Castiel asked in order to change the subject.

"We just talked, nothing special." Dean answered coolly. Castiel nodded, and then sat beside Dean. Lunch would be in about an hour, so Sam suggested that they all play a game of cards. After seven rounds, it was lunch time, and Dean had won every game. "Hey Cas?" Dean began, Castiel looked up at him, "Do you know what's for lunch?"

"No Dean," Now that they were looking at each other, Sam felt the unbearable urge to start something.

"Well, I think it's time we brought Cas in on our conversation, hmm?" before Dean could interject, Sam continued, "Dean's been staying with you, so I figured not only will this be good for gathering intel, but Dean's benefitting as well," Castiel noticed how uncomfortable Dean looked. Sam saw how confused Castiel looked and he began to explain, "He hasn't been sleeping well, and from what I saw last night, he was doing great, he looked happy and comfortable. The point is, I want him to stay with you until the job is over. Although, how do you do it?"

"How do I do what?"

"Get him to sleep?" Castiel paused. He didn't know how, well, he has an idea, but that can't be it, can it?

"I'm an Angel. That's probably why." That answer should do well, it's not the truth, but then again, Castiel didn't exactly know why Dean would fall right to sleep with him, especially if he's been having sleeping problems. Oh well, that's a question for another day. They had other things to worry about.