An overly cheery sales woman greeted Dean and Cas as they walked into the department store. Dean gave her a cordial smile and Cas looked around the huge store with interest.

"Can I help you find something?" She smiled, her ponytail bouncing.

Dean shook his head. "No, I think we're good."

Trying to drag Cas through the store was like walking with a giant toddler. Once Dean had finally managed to tow him to the section of the store they needed he was already exhausted. Plopping himself down on a bench he waved Cas off.

"Go find some stuff you like and bring it back to show me."

Dean watched Cas wander through the racks of clothes, tempted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

The previous night when Dean had finally calmed himself down enough and gotten redressed, he helped Cas set about cleaning the gruesome mess from every surface in the bedroom. Cas took a shower and Dean had debated burning the blood-soaked clothes but eventually just stuffed them in a bag in the back of his closet to be dealt with later. He hadn't said another word to Castiel until the next morning when he'd found Cas curled up on the couch sleeping and looking as innocent as could be.

Dean had made them breakfast and found himself unable to stay so surly at Cas when he was looking at the food like it was a gift from God himself.

He still didn't want to talk about it, to Cas or anyone, or anything supernatural but he could at least take the big dopey Angel out shopping for some halfway decent clothes.

Now Cas shuffled back over with an armload of t-shirts and a tan coat slung over his shoulder.

Dean picked through the shirts, holding them up and trying to pick out the best ones. "What's with the trench coat?"

Castiel put his arms in the sleeves, smoothing out some wrinkles self-consciously. "It's an overcoat, and I like it…"

Dean chuckled. "It makes you look like an office worker, but whatever, get it if you like it."

Castiel smiled at him and Dean felt his heart skip. "Alright. You don't have to thank me, just go get some pants and stuff."

After another hour Dean heaved the bags of clothes into the trunk of his Impala and Cas slid into the passenger seat, fiddling with the sleeves of his coat.

"You really like that thing, huh?" Dean drove with one hand on the wheel and the other trailing out the window.

Cas nodded. "It's comforting somehow."

Dean felt his skin crawl and he turned his gaze from the road back to Cas. The Angel was staring at him again.

"Dean…I-"

"Oh no Cas, don't even start. I'm still pissed at you, and I really don't want to talk about it."

Cas closed his mouth, looking down at his lap. "I'm sorry…"

Dean chewed his lip. "Don't apologize, just don't."

The rest of the ride was very quiet. When they got back to the house Dean helped Cas lug all the clothes upstairs to the guest room.

Cas cornered Dean after he had retreated to the kitchen while the Angel unpacked.

"Dean…I really think we should speak-"

Dean slammed his hands against the cold granite countertop. "God damn it Cas! I told you to leave it, so would you please just leave it? I just want a few hours of normal before I have to try to wrap my head around freaking Angels and monsters and whatever the Hell else you're going to throw at me alright?!" He had rounded on the Angel, his green eyes blazing as Dean Winchester stood face to face with a freaking Angel of the Lord.

Cas looked at him for a minute, his intensely blue eyes searching Dean's expression. "I'm-"

Dean grabbed him by the front of that stupid tan coat and shoved him. "If you say you're sorry I'm going to punch you in your face."

Cas straightened, staring silently again.

Dean turned on the spot and stalked into the other room. I'm going for a drive."

Cas curled up on the couch again as he heard Dean drive away. He hated having Dean angry with him, but if he wouldn't let Castiel explain he would never understand. The human was also in danger from any monster that could smell Castiel's Grace. It would become a beacon after a while and Dean would have a lot worse to worry about than a succubus.

Cas hadn't moved when Dean came back hours later. He was staring blankly at the television. If Dean hadn't been so drunk he would have felt bad. He had lost count of the drinks he had consumed while hopping from bar to bar, but it was enough to make the world blur at the edges.

"Hey Cas…" Dean plopped down on the couch next to the morose-looking Angel.

Cas turned his gaze on Dean. "You're very intoxicated Dean."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I am. I needed a drink in a big way. I mean really, Angels, A freaking monster lady that tried to eat me, what else is out there to kill me?"

Cas sighed. "A lot of things."

Dean huffed, pursing his lips as he thought. "I never read the Bible, but aren't Angels supposed to have puffy wings and halos?"

Cas rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to think of a way to explain. "We do have those things, though I wouldn't describe my wings as puffy, but only special humans can see them."

"Can you fly?" Dean was looking at him with awe now. "I friggin hate flying, but still, that would be pretty cool."

Castiel nodded. "Yes. I could fly if I was strong enough. I remember flying. It's…freeing."

Dean chuckled, his words a bit slurred. "That's great Cas. So how am I supposed to help you get your Angel mojo back?"

Cas dropped his gaze. "I honestly don't know. No Angel had Fallen this way before. For most they are either cast into Hell to suffer, of their rip out their Grace and are reborn as humans."

Dean frowned. "Well you don't fit either of those."

Cas fiddled with the sleeves of his coat. "Yes. My Grace is still in tact, I simply can't access it."

"You seemed pretty juiced up when you were tearing that…"

"Succubus." Cas provided.

"Yeah, that succubus chick. I mean you ripped her apart, not to mention the freaking blinding light."

Cas nodded. "It seems that the situation allowed me to access a portion of my powers, but without the proper motivation I can't do anything beyond human."

Dean laughed. "Motivation? Dude you went full on Wrath mode on that poor monster."

Cas smiled. "Wrathful…yes I guess I was." His smile turned a bit sad. "Being with humans will pollute me."

Dean chuckled, the alcohol in his system making him loopy. "Pollute you? Maybe you could use some polluting, Angel."

Pulling himself up Dean tried to stretch but nearly stumbled into the coffee table. "Ug…have to go to bed…work tomorrow…"

Cas stood as well; concerned that Dean would hurt himself.

Dean wobbled up the stairs, asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Several hours later Dean woke with the feeling of being watched. He stayed still for a moment as he listened for any sound. When he didn't hear anything Dean slowly turned over, his eyes scanning the dark room. He jumped when he saw Cas perched on the opposite edge of his bed.

"Son of a bitch! What are you doing Cas?"

The Angel tipped his head, that confused look returning. "I was watching over you while you while you slept."

Dean glared at him, pulling his blankets closer. "Well don't!"

Castiel's expression didn't change. "I couldn't sleep."

Dean grumbled. "Well don't watch me. At least go downstairs and watch more TV or something."

Cas pulled himself up, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his coat and shuffling out of the room.

Dean sighed, relaxing back into the mattress. "Now he's going to pout, he's like a child."