Lately, when Dean woke up, he thought he was the luckiest man – no, luckiest soul – in the existence of the universe. Cas, his guardian angel, his angel was always watching over him when he woke up. He hadn't dreamt of Hell once since he started dating with Castiel.

They had been staying at Bobby's for a few weeks and it was nice for the Winchesters to settle in one place for a while. Bobby had been helping Cas figure out the Anna sightings, even though he was the only one to see her yet. Both Dean and Bobby thought it was all in Cas's head, but he insisted otherwise, and Dean wasn't interested in irritating his angel.

"Breakfast?"

"What'd Bobby make?"

Cas sniffed the air, using his freaky angel senses to figure out what was cooking.

"Eggs, coffee and...bacon."

Dean licked his lips. "Awesome. Come on, angel, time to feed your human."

The hunter pulled on a pair of boxers and an old band t-shirt. Castiel dressed himself with a blink in his usual attire, but lighter. No trench coat, tie or heavy wool slacks. He even left his dress shirt unbuttoned.

Castiel hated using the stairs to get from Dean's unofficial bedroom to the kitchen. Before he could convince Cas to at least try using the stairs, he was standing next to the kitchen table.

"What did I tell you about using your angel mojo to fly me downstairs?"

Cas shrugged and gave Dean an amused half-smile.

"Alright lovebirds, get your food and stop eyein' each other up in my kitchen. Tryin' to enjoy my breakfast here."

"Sorry Bobby, but no promises."


Later in the afternoon, Bobby turned on the game on his old TV set, adjusting the antenna to get rid of the static. Sam, Bobby and Dean were already settled in the few available seats when Cas joined them.

He almost walked right back out, but Dean waved him over to the arm chair he was sitting in.

"Dean, I don't believe there is enough room available for me."

His hunter laughed and pulled the angel into sitting on top of him. Being in Dean's lap was surprisingly wonderful for Castiel, who used the opportunity to kiss his hunter's cheek. "Upstairs?"

God, Cas's voice was sexy. Deep, gravelly, very hard to resist, especially when he was whispering right into Dean's ear.

"After the game." Cas pouted at his response, but was still happy to sit on Dean.

"If you two are going to fuck, can you please do it in your room?" Sam complained.

"I would like to but Dean first requires to watch this match of American football."

Sam scoffed in disbelief. It was almost two years since they had met and he was still getting used to the angel's frankness.

"It's called a game, Cas. Not a match." Dean began to explain the basics of football.

"Dean, I understand the sport, I was there for its invention."

Sometimes his angel was such a know-it-all. Cas dangled his legs against Dean's and stared out the window while he watched the game.


It was about two hours into the game when Castiel suddenly tensed on top of Dean, causing him to grab the hunter's thigh, which started him up pretty well. But he could sense it wasn't a happy or intentionally-endearing tense. Cas's eyes were still locked outside the window.

Dean matched his gaze. He saw something - a woman, red hair and...wings? Anna? Her form flickered for a second before disappearing. "Castiel, was that...?"

"Anna." He affirms.

"So you aren't crazy." Dean murmured.

"You thought I was crazy?" Hurt was audible in his angel's voice.

"Course not. I just thought your eyes were playing tricks on you. Happens to Sammy and me all the time with people we miss -"

"She attempted to kill you. And Sam. I do not miss Anna."

"Right. Although it looks like we got a real-live spirit on our hands."

"That's impossible. Angels don't have souls."

"Bobby!" Dean shouted over his shoulder to the ex-hunter behind him. "How can we have a ghost with no soul?"

"How the hell should I know?"

"I thought you were looking into this."

"Doesn't mean I've found anything. I'll hit the books after dinner."

Cas relaxed back into Dean's lap, the angel resting his face on Dean's neck. He squirmed a bit, trying to get more comfortable after being startled. Dean tried to ignore the beautiful angel rubbing his butt in Dean's junk and focus on the game. God, Cas was distracting.

Dean wrapped his arms around his angel, who despite saying otherwise, clearly missed Anna and the rest of his angel family. Cas's breathing steadied against the side of Dean's neck, his angel's hot breath giving his goose bumps.

"Dean," Cas sighed and wrapped his arms tighter around his hunter.

Not just Cas's voice, but Cas saying – breathing – his name onto his skin, sent him reeling out of control.

"Really Dean? I no longer in the 'mood'. Please attempt to control yourself." His angel disappeared in a rustle, visibly upset.

"Dammit!" He hopped out of the armchair. "Castiel, I'm sorry!"

"What the hell, Dean? Oh man, I do not need to see that." Sam blocked his vision of Dean's erection, covering his eyes with his hands.

Dean stumbled out of the room and up the stairs. He stopped in front of the door that belonged to him and Cas.