Dean woke a little groggily in the morning. Facing the opposite way he'd fallen asleep, he half turned his body, "Cas?" He said with his sleepy voice, and when he didn't see him in he bed he sat up, "Cas?"

Castiel was confused in the morning when he woke up. He didn't even remember the moment he'd fallen asleep, but he just... Did. Opening his eyes, he spied Dean still sleeping peacefully across from him. He blinked slowly, taking in the hunter's peaceful features... His favourite pas time as an angel was watching Dean sleep... It was the only time his hard mask wasn't in place, and the only time Dean appeared soft and gentle. At least as a human, he could still enjoy this small comfort of a sleeping Dean. He wanted to lay there for a while longer to watch him, but found certain bodily urges were prompting him out of bed. His bladder needed to be emptied. Rising up out of the blankets as silently as he could, he padded over to the bathroom. At least he knew how /these/ bodily functions worked without a problem. Once relieved, he washed his hands in the sink, and looked up at himself in the mirror... It was only now that the reality of his situation began to set in. He was alone in his head, now... It was just Castiel. Jimmy Novak was no longer there... This body was /his/. And it would be his until the day he died as a mortal... Somehow, this thought made him smile. It was a grim smile... At least he would be able to grow old with Sam and Dean. He would die /with/ them, opposed to outliving them for countless centuries... They were his only friends, and now he was allowed that honour. He was allowed to be human, with no judgement from heaven... "Yes Dean," he called over his shoulder, his smile taking on a bit of life. "I am in the bathroom." Turning back to the mirror, and running a hand over his cheek, he sighed and closed his eyes. /This/ was home now. And this body was /Castiel/, and Castiel alone.

Dean sighed as he knew he hadn't run off from him. He got up to stretch, letting his tummy show, and he smacked his lips as he searched for his pants that /were/ on the floor in a heap, but now apparently had folded themselves nicely on his night table. "Cas did you... /fold my pants/?" He asked in bewilderment. Why? When Cas came back into the room still pantless as well, the look on his face was something Dean couldn't put a name to, but it seemed he'd been deep in thought. "Dude, are you okay?"

Castiel came back into the room, pursing his lips a little in embarrassment as he paused by the table with Dean's clothes folded atop it. "... Y-yes, I did. My apologies," he said, lifting all of Dean's things from the table and placing them on the foot of the man's bed for him to reach. Taking his own things to his bed, he sat on the edge and kept his eyes trained on his feet as he began pulling on his pants. "I am fine, Dean... I've had an epiphany. And have simply come to terms with what I am now... Human. This isn't Jimmy's body anymore, it's... Me. Castiel... It is only me now..." He was still depressed that he was no longer an angel of course, but at least he found being a human was now a little more bearable. Almost acceptable. And he wasn't going to fight it... He'd keep on living. For Dean... And for Sam.

Dean shook his head as Cas apologized for folding his clothes... It had just been that no one really ever got to teach him how nor had he ever needed to. He glued his eyes to Castiel as he spoke, /his own body/. Yes... It was true, his skin was no longer a simple vessel for him, but now who he was. He smiled at the other human with him, and he felt another tug at his heart, but he dressed quickly. "So, human. Hungry?" He felt his tummy rumble loudly and he rubbed it, "me too" he muttered at himself.

Doing up his pants and putting on his suit and tie, the ex angel eyed his trench coat for a long moment. He took it up in his hands, thumbing the material before closing his eyes and letting out a sigh as he placed it back down on the bed. No, he wouldn't wear it today... "Yes. Can we... Have burgers? I really like burgers Dean," he yawned again, before shaking his head and rubbing his eyes.

"For breakfast?" Dean laughed. "Sure, man, eat whatever you want." Dean gathered his wallet and headed out the door. He walked passed the Impala, to Castiel's confusion, "the diner is a block away, besides, walking wont kill us." Dean said. He couldn't quite identify his own mood, but it didn't really matter. They sat at the table nearest the door, and Dean quickly ordered a black coffee, eggs with bacon, and a side of bacon. He looked to Castiel indicating his turn

Castiel fought the urge to frown at Dean's laughing. He didn't know what was so funny about requesting burgers for breakfast. It was food, just like anything else, but he figured it was another strange human custom that he'd have to get used to, even though he didn't understand the difference right now. Heading outside after the hunter as Dean led the way, his brows furrowed in confusion as they left the car behind. Dean's explanation rang another small memory in the back of his head... Something about the angels getting flabby if they didn't start walking more. Would he get 'flabby' if he didn't walk around as a human now? Huffing, he stayed at Dean's side as the man led him to the diner, and sat in the seat directly across from him. He listened to Dean's order before making his own, asking for an espresso and a bacon burger (solely because Dean had bacon in his order) with fries. "This... Is an acceptable breakfast, yes?" He asked both Dean and the waitress with concern, but she only giggled and assured him that he could have whatever he liked. Seemingly satisfied with the answer, he sat back in his seat with an almost smug expression.

Dean placed one elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand, looking at Cas. Their drinks arrived almost immediately, but Dean wasn't in a hurry to drink his coffee. Before Castiel took a swig of his own, "espresso, huh?" He waited for Cas to look back at him. "You what that stuff does to you, don't you? Think you're ready?" Dean hated espresso. It was way to bitter and too small. It did its job, but it was one of the most horrendous drinks along side americanos in Deans opinion. He took his other hand, not supporting his head, and took a drink of his coffee, letting the hot liquid trickle down his esophagus, and once it warmed his tummy he hummed contently.

As the espresso was placed on the table before him, Castiel looked down at it and licked his lips. "... I've developed a bit of a taste for it," he admitted, before blinking up at Dean. He had no idea what he was talking about - did coffee affect people? He never felt any different drinking it as an angel... Shrugging, he lifted the hot drink to his mouth and sipped, not minding the bitter flavour. Setting it down and wrapping both hands around it to warm himself, he stared across the table at Dean silently, watching his expression. He looked... Surprisingly calm. Almost like the face he wore when he slept; tender, perhaps? Soon their food was brought to them, and Castiel's eyes lit up eagerly at the sight of his burger. Thanking the waitress, he set his espresso off to the side before lifting the burger off his plate with a smile. "These still make me so... Happy..."

Dean ate his bacon strip by strip, not seeming to be able to take his eyes off of Cas. He shoveled his egg in quickly, as he wasn't that into eggs, but they always gave him a little energy. Drank most of his coffee while glancing over the rim over to the hungry human across him. Despite the wolfish shoving that burger in his face like there would never be another burger, Cas looked ... Cute when he ate. His already round cheeks puffed out and his jaw moving, searing into the meat and some of the sauce dripping on his chin. Dean let out a fairly loud laugh as a chunk of mayo slowly slid down his face, "du-dude... There's .. " he ceased his laughing for a mere moment to grab a napkin and rub Cas's face clean.

Castiel stuffed the burger in his mouth with a content hum. He loved the delicious meaty taste of the patty and bacon, not caring that the various greases were dripping inelegantly down his chin. Closing his eyes, the ex angel seemed in a state of pure ecstasy while devouring his meal. He didn't stop trying to bite into it until his cheeks were bulging sorely and he couldn't take in anymore. "Mmmff~" He sighed, chewing and swallowing, savoring his food as it went down. Cas didn't even realize Dean was watching him until he heard a laugh, and he immediately lowered the burger from his mouth, swallowing down what was left in his mouth before staring up in surprise at him. Blinking in embarrassment, his eyes followed Dean's hand and watched as the napkin dabbed at his face. Clearing his throat, he paused entirely as a bit of colour rose to his cheeks. He seemed confused as he felt the heat in his face, but didn't comment on it. "Erm... Thank you, Dean..." He uttered softly, before putting the half eaten burger down on the plate and fingering a little more slowly at his fries.

Dean was distracted by the color dancing on Castiel's cheeks, he almost didnt hear him mutter his thanks. He noticed, however, that he started picking at his food slowly. He watched him closely, just observing his features. He noted internally that his face looked a tad bit softer, more gentle... Maybe he was too burdened with his lost brothers. He decided to let the thought pass him as he sipped the last bit of his black coffee not taking the offer of the refill. He looked to Cas, who was still fingering around with his food, "hey are you alright?"

Castiel lifted a fry to his lips before blinking at Dean again. "I'm... Fine," He said, before rubbing his chin where the hunter had wiped off the mayo. He couldn't help but notice now, the way that Dean was watching him, with a tender expression he'd only ever seen while the man slept. It was extremely unusual to see it while he was awake, and directed at Castiel of all people. Nibbling at the fry, he hummed again as the salts touched his tongue. He loved this food, so much... "Mmm, you should really try these."

Dean was suspicious of Cas but he let him be. Dean smiled, "okay" he said simply as he opened his mouth but didnt move, wordlessly asking Castiel to feed him. He waited patiently, a little smug, ignoring the looks from others.

Swallowing down his fry, he stared at Dean's open mouth blankly for a moment. At first he didn't understand what he was doing, but he picked up a fry again and held it in between them. Leaning forward a little, he reached the fry over to rest it on Dean's tongue gingerly. Swallowing dryly, he half wondered if this was what Dean wanted him to do. Was this normal human behavior, feeding each other like this?

Dean closed his mouth around the fry and chewed it slowly, examining the taste. Cas was right, "hmmm" he hummed as the savoury food slid down his throat. "You about done?" Dean gestured at Cas's food. Dean didnt mind much, taking their time, considering they hadnt much to do... Which made him slump. But then he got an idea. He sat up quickly and beamed excitedly like a child. He remembered Castiel never git any of his movie references. "Cas i'm gonna educate you on pop culture!" Movies, bed, and junk food all day? Hell yes!

As Dean ate the fry, Castiel lowered his hand back to the table, and watched completely transfixed as he chewed. He was rather happy that Dean seemed to like it just as much as he did, and a lopsided smile tugged up one corner of his mouth. He nearly forgot about his burger and the rest of his fries until the hunter brought his attention back to it. "I- uh... I wish to take it back with us. It seems I can't eat as much now, as I could when I was an angel..." The half smile disappeared again, before he drank back the rest of his espresso. That, he wouldn't be taking back with them, but he knew he'd want to finish his food later. "... Pop culture?"