"sam?" castiel whispered, poking his cellphone.

"yeah?" sam looked at castiel, trying not to wake dean.

"can you teach me how to take photos?"

"for what?" sam asked.

what would castiel need to take pictures of?

"to take pictures of dean sleeping. like how he is right now." castiel said matter-of-factly, tone serious.

sam's eyes trailed over castiel's face, to look for any sign that he was joking.

there was none.

"why do you want to take pictures of dean?" sam deadpanned.

"he looks better when he's not talking." castiel said, glancing at the same person in his thoughts.

sam nodded slowly, trying to process this information. castiel wants pictures of dean sleeping. that's not creepy at all.

"cas, no. that's weird."

"alright." castiel shrugged, going back to exploring the new apps that dean downloaded for him earlier.

sam got to thinking; if castiel didhave pictures of dean on his phone, he could one hundred percent use that to blackmail him in case he tried to bring up any embarrassing stories. sam could just whip out the phone and threaten to send them to all of his contacts. it was actually a great idea.

"on second thought, cas, come here." sam said, gesturing for the angel to come over.

castiel got up from his seat by the table, bringing his phone with him.

"okay, so you open up the camera app, right?"

"right." castiel said, focused. he remembered the app had a literal camera on it, hard to miss.

"then you press the little white button and..." sam demonstrated, the screen going black for a split second and a sleeping dean reappearing.

castiel gasped, making sam smile.

"where did it go?" castiel asked, poking the screen.

he just focused the camera on dean a little more.

"he's in your gallery. see?" sam pressed the small square in the corner of the screen, a picture of dean sleeping popping up.

castiel was in awe, taking the phone from sam. "can i try it?"

"go ahead."

sam was enjoying this too much.

castiel pressed the white button on the phone, taking a picture of dean again. a small smile tugged at his lips when he realized he finally knew how to take photos. dean shifted in his sleep so that he was facing castiel, the angel looking at sam.

sam nodded his head, telling him to take another one. he did, and soon castiel got a message that his phone was running out of storage.

"okay, i think you've taken enough. here, i'll clear some pictures out for you, so you have memory." sam said.

the whole camera roll was filled with dean, but hey – the more the merrier.

castiel had gotten good with this whole photography thing, managing to take pictures of dean even when he wasn't sleeping. there were a few times when castiel accidentally put the flash on, so of course dean got suspicious every now and then.

he was out with sam right now, castiel insisting that they go get cheeseburgers from white castle for breakfast. dean was still asleep, but he woke up to an empty room not long ago. he didn't know where they went, and he decided to call sam. he grabbed his cellphone off of the table, eyebrows furrowing in confusion when his gallery was opened.

he hasn't taken pictures on this thing since he first got it.

and were these all pictures of him?

he was so confused, who would take pictures of him while he slept? did someone break in and take these as some type of joke? and why usehisphone?

so many questions were pooling in dean's head as he tried to wrap his mind around this. what the hell?

dean turned the phone over to see his signature in white sharpie on the black phone case. it started to make sense. a little strange, but it made sense.

only castiel had dean's writing on his phone.

he dialed sam's number, waiting for him to pick up.

"...hey, dean." sam greeted, looking at castiel.

it took castiel a while, but then he shot sam a wide-eyed look.

"he has my phone!" castiel said.

"yes, i do." dean said through the phone. "and i also have the..." dean looked at the top of the app, showing the amount of pictures in the gallery," ...two hundred and nineteen pictures you took of me?"

castiel's cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. "he wasn't supposed to find those!" he whispered.

"uh, you see, dean. we're, uh...kinda busy." sam gestured his hand for castiel to start making noise or something.

"uh...you want a number two and a milkshake?" castiel asked to nobody in particular, voice raised a little.

"you two work at white castle?" dean asked, more confused than ever.

"yeah! we got a job a few days ago, but they were out of workers this morning." sam mentally slapped himself for such a stupid lie.

"right. get your candy asses back here, now." dean demanded, hanging up the phone.

sam and castiel stared at each other in silence, trying to think of something.

"sam?" castiel asked.

"we're screwed."