It's been two days since Sam took the stolen grace out of Cas, and while his condition had stabilized, he was still deteriorating. Just at a much slower, much less noticeable rate. He was able to walk around, as long as he stayed hooked up to his IV. They had all kind of developed a sort of rhythm around it, switching off roles of taking care of Cas and then being out hunting down Cas's Metatron lead. Castiel was lucid less and less often now, wandering around the bunker talking about flowers, and the damn bees again.

Dean is washing dishes in the sink when Castiel walks in. "Hey Cas, I made you some more soup, think you can actually keep it down this time?"

Castiel tilts his head and smiles at Dean. "Did you know a honey bee can fly up to 15 miles per hour? They like the wind." Castiel walks over to the bowl of soup next to Dean and stares at it, frowning. "Bees do not like to swim. This would be inappropriate to present as a gift for them." Cas grabs a spoon and begins to investigate the soup. Dean's brow is furrowed in thought when Sam walks in.

"Dean." He stops, spotting Cas talking to the bowl of soup, and splashing in it. "He gone again?"

Dean gives a small nod. "Apparently soup's not an appropriate gift for a honey bee."

Sam raises his eyebrows, "Man, he really likes bees."

Dean shakes his head, "What's up? You find something?"

Sam holds up a book in his hands. "There is nothing in any of these books about stolen grace. I think we're a little out of our depth here, Dean. I mean, we didn't even know angels existed until Cas showed up, it's not like we have a ton of information on them just sitting around. I think we need a primary source." Just then Sam's phone rings, and he turns around to answer it.

Castiel is staring at Dean. Dean turns to face him. "What's up buddy, you eating your soup? Why don't you sit down, don't want you puking up this meal too."

Castiel tilts his head while continuing to stare at Dean. "Your eyes contain stars."

Dean just blinks at him, and then before he knows what's happening, Cas is closing the distance between him and planting his lips right on Dean's. Dean freezes, completely shocked- and before his mind catches up with what just happened, Cas is pulling away and bringing his bowl of soup to the table. He sits down happily and hums as he begins eating.

Dean still has an expression of shock frozen into his face when he notices Sam has stopped talking and is just staring at him, open mouthed, with the phone up to his ear. Sam snaps out of it first and continues his conversation. "Yeah, Garth I'm still here. We'll check it out, thanks." Sam hangs up the phone and clears his throat. "So, Garth thinks he has a location of Cas's missing Metatron contact..."

Dean springs into action. "I got this one, you stay here, look after bee boy over here." Dean rushes out of the kitchen, moving well around Castiel and avoiding eye contact.

Castiel looks over to Sam, a frown on his face. "Storm clouds are dark. They are my storm clouds?" He asks Sam.

Sam gives Cas a sympathetic look. "No, no, he just, he uh.. He's your friend, right? And the um, what you did, the kissing.. That is not something that friends do. Just, don't do that again, and give him some time, he'll come around. He know's you're not in your right mind." Cas looks dejectedly down at his soup, and begins making a buzzing sound. Sam gives him one last glance before going after Dean.

He finds Dean in his room, packing up his duffel. "Dean-" He starts.

"How far am I going, Sammy? One night? two? seven? What are we talking here?"

Sam closes the door and leans against it, crossing his arms. "Dean. I think you hurt his feelings. He thinks you're mad at him."

Dean zips up his duffel and turns around. "I'm not mad, just- He'll forget about it in a day anyways, okay? Just drop it."

Sam shakes his head and moves off of the door so Dean can get by. "He thought he was being friendly. He doesn't know what he's doing, okay? Lighten up on him."

Dean yanks the door open. "You think I don't know that, Sammy? I get that, I'm not mad. It just goes to show how far gone he really is."

Dean walks back out towards the living area, Castiel curled up on one end of the couch. Castiel looks up and notices the bag in Dean's hands. "Dean."

Dean turns to look at him, and see's the rare show of lucidity in his eyes. "Hey man, welcome back."

Castiel gives a small smile and nods towards Dean's bag. "You going?"

Dean nods, "Garth got us a lead on your inside man. I'll drag his ass back here, be back in a couple days."

Cas stands up and moves towards a file cabnet next to Dean. As he nears, Dean flinches away from him. Castiel frowns, and opens the top drawer, pulling out his angel blade. He offers it to Dean, who unconsciously takes a step away from Cas. Castiel's frown deepens. "I thought this may be of use to you... In your interrogations."

Dean reaches behind his back and pulls the first blade out from his waistband. "I think I'm covered on that front, thanks." He goes to put it back into his waistband.

"Are you sure you should still be using that? The mark of Cain is not something to use lightly, it's best to only use it when the situation has no other solution." Cas tries offering the angel blade again.

Dean laughs, "Yeah, like you letting some stolen grace almost kill you, I guess that was the only solution to this problem. I think I've got this under control, Cas. I don't need any of your help."

The look of hurt on Castiel's face causes Dean to soften. "Look, I'm fine, alright? I can handle it. I'll be back in a few days with this inside guy of yours, and we'll be one step closer to stopping Metatron." Dean moves in as if to hug Castiel goodbye, thinks better of it, and ends up giving him an awkward pat on the shoulder. Dean turns and walks out of the bunker.

Cas goes to sit back down on the couch and sees Sam standing in the doorway. Castiel sighs, "He is not happy with me."

"Can you blame him? You were killing yourself for this, and you weren't even going to tell us."

Castiel looks down at his hands, and Sam shakes his head. "He'll come around, he just needs time. In the meantime, you know what would help?" Castiel looks back up at Sam. "Not dying would help. We need to find an angel who knows how to cure stolen grace poisoning."

Castiel brightens. "Sam, there is something I have not told you from my time imprisoned by Metatron..."