He had sensed it on his skin countless times, but he had never felt it before.

Cas sat underneath a tree outside of the bunker as he sorted out his thoughts. Rain had never made such an impact on his vessel whilst he was an angel, but now that the body was his he felt everything.

He could feel each drop of rain indivually and the sensation was overwhelming. Not only were they wet, but they were also cold, which made him uncomfortable. He pulled his trenchcoat around himself tighter to keep warm.

All around him he heard the steady drip drop sounds the rain made. It was quite relaxing and made his eyelids heavy. He yawned and tilted his head upwards. As soon as he did this, his face was bombarded with hundreds of wet droplets that each welcomed his face with a satisfying smack. He was forced to close his eyes to comply with the water's terms, but he smiled as he did so.

He loved the rain.

He figured that anything that helped his Father's creations grow was a good thing, no matter how inconvenient. He leaned against the tree and let the shower just wash over him as he sank deeper and deeper into his thoughts.

Wind blew over him, sending a shiver down his spine. He wrapped his coat even tighter around himself.

The absence of the loud noise the bunker constantly supplied, replaced by the soft sounds of rain, plus the warmth of his coat were enough to make him feel extremely sleepy.

I should go inside soon, he thought to himself, before they start to worry. Deep down, he knew that "they" was mostly just Dean. Sure Sam and Kevin cared for his well being, but neither were nearly as mother hen-ish as Dean got sometimes.

The thought of Dean worrying over him brought a small smile to his face. Usually he shyed away from excessive attention. However, he had to admit that he got a bit drunk off of it when Dean was the one supplying it. By now he was on the brink of subconciousness, and he could feel his body about to give in to sleep. He could always just go inside after his nap and-

"Cas!"

Speaking of Dean. Cas' eyes flew open as he saw his worried looking hunter hurry towards him. He started to slowly rise from his sleeping position. Although he didn't get very far before Dean was in his personal and was pulling him up into a firm hug. Cas could feel the concern in the way he pulled him close, as if he was going to float away if he let go. He hugged him for a while, very tightly I might add, which made Cas struggle to breathe, but not so much that he was willing to protest the contact. He would've pulled away but Dean was just so warm that he couldn't bring himself to even try to do that.

"What were you doing in the rain for so long Cas?" Dean said as his fingers instinctively ran through Cas' hair. Dean then dug his face into Cas' shoulders and mumbled something that sounded strangely close to "I was worried sick," but Cas couldn't be sure.

Finally Dean relaxed a bit, after he was sure his angel wasn't half dead from pneumonia, and Cas had the ability to return the hug.

Several seconds passed with them in that position. Hugging tightly whilst getting drenched in rain. Eventually Dean realized that Cas needed to get officially warm like now and so he released him from the hug to pull him towards the bunker. He grabbed the sleeve of his trenchcoat as he lead the way, just in case Cas got any wise ideas about running off in the rain to look for flowers or whatever he's been doing.

As soon as they got inside, Dean proceeded to peel off Cas' trenchocoat.

"Take off your other clothes while I go warm up some soup."

Sam overheard their conversation and although he knew that it was mandatory procedure to help Cas avoid catching a cold, he still couldn't help but chuckle at what his brother just said and who he had said it to.

Cas slowly stripped off his clothes while sporting a huge frown and a confused expression. He couldn't understand why taking off his clothes would help get him warm, but he would still comply to Dean's wishes.

A few minutes later Dean came back into the living room to find Cas stark naked, and he nearly dropped his soup. He quickly looked away and said, "For crying out loud Cas!" Dean could hear Sam's thunderous laughter all the way in the other room, which only made his face burn bright crimson in anger and embarrassment. "Keep your freakin' briefs on!"

Cas knit his brow even tighter together and mumbled, "My apologies," as he pulled his underwear back on. He was simply doing what Dean told him to do so why was he so upset?

Dean dared to look back at Cas. After finding him modest, he walked over to the couch and plopped down with the soup and blanket he was holding. He waved for Cas to come join him.

Cas was a bit unsure at first because there was still the possibility that Dean was still upset with him. But the couch looked so warm and the soup looked absolutely delicious and the potentiality to snuggle with Dean was so high that he couldn't help himself. Cas walked over to the couch and sat beside him. Dean sat the bowl of soup between Cas' legs and then proceeded to wrap up his shivering angel in the huge blanket. The blanket was so big, in fact, that there was plenty of room for him to be underneath it also.

After they were nice and situated, Dean reached for the remote and turned on the TV.

"You know it's actually a federal crime for you to live with us and not have seen Star Wars right?"

In response to this Cas uttered a chuckle and smiled a small smile, which in turn made Dean do the same.

As the words a long, long time ago began to appear on their small TV screen, Cas took a large slurp of his soup and thought about how lucky he was. It didn't take long before he had drunk the majority of his soup and had his head leaning on Dean's shoulder as he drifted off to sleep.

Dean contemplated on whether he should wake him up and force him to watch the masterpiece, but he decided that it had been a long day for his angel. So instead, he simply brought his hand up to run his fingers through Cas' still damp hair and listened to the quiet sounds of snoring.

Once he got to the brink of dozing off himself, to the right of the couch he was sure he heard the faint click of a camera taking a picture, followed by the faint giggles of a very tall man. He cursed Sammy under his breath.