"Hello, Dean."
Dean jumped out of his skin. "Holy hell, Cas!" He screeched.
Castiel's eyes flashed dangerously. "You claim to not remember Hell, but let me assure you that it is anything but holy."
"Well if what you say is true, then it was holy while you were there." Dean said in place of apologizing. Having an angel around was going to be difficult; he would have to kick his religious bashing habits.
At this moment, Sam walked in. "Hey Dea-" he stopped when he saw Castiel standing so close to Dean. "Am I interrupting?" He smirked.
If looks could kill, Dean thought bitterly as he glared at his brother.
"Yes. I was just informing Dean that Hell is not holy, even when Angels are in it." Castiel said matter-of-factly.
Sam and Dean rolled their eyes simultaneously.
Sam walked over and whispered something in Dean's ear.
"No." Castiel stated.
Sam jumped. He was also not used to the Angel's presence. "No what?" Sam asked.
"It did not hurt when I fell from heaven. In fact, I have not fallen at all. Why would you assume that? You know that I am here because I have not fallen from Heaven. Also, if I were to have fallen, it would have hurt. My wings would be ripped from my body by fire, and my grace would shrivel and darken, only a fraction of the beauty it was before. But I do not understand why Dean would use that as a pick up line? Words cannot lift a being. And that is only saying if I let you attempt to lift me."
Dean stared at him incredulously. Sam was struggling to hide giggles.
Castiel tilted his head in confusion. "Was it something I said?"
At this, Sam burst into laughter and Dean frowned. "No, it wasn't something you said, Cas." Dean assured him. At this, he walked out of the room.
"Goodbye, Sam." Castiel said before following.
Dean struggled to get the cap off his beer. Damn bottle opener. Where could it have gone? he thought to himself.
Suddenly, strong fingers gently took the bottle from him and pulled off the lid. "Gluttony is a sin." Castiel said quietly.
"I don't give a damn." Dean said, in place of thank you as he took his bottle back.
"I will assume you meant thank you." Castiel said. Dean just grunted as he took a swig.
"Dean, I have something urgent in which to speak with you about." Castiel said calmly.
"What is it, Cas?" Dean sighed.
"My vessel yearns for your vessel and it is weakening me. I can only imagine what it is doing to yours. And even though lust is a sin, I think it would be in our best interest to christen the soul pair, as we should have done the moment we laid eyes on each other." Castiel said with a serious expression. "I understand your need to prove yourself as the most masculine among your fellow hunters, so I assure you that I do not mind being on the receiving end of penetration."
At this, Dean spit out his mouthful of beer and began coughing. Castiel gently placed his fingers to Dean's reddening forehead and cleared his airway.
"Dean, you cannot die yet. The prophecy hasn't been fulfilled." Castiel stated.
Dean just stared at him before stomping away, face reddening from a mix of embarrassment and anger at himself for loving the idea of sex with the angel. He glared down at minichester, as Dean liked to call himself, and willed him to go back to sleep because there wouldn't be anything to behold any time soon. However, minichester remained awake and ready for action. As much as Dean was loath to admit, Cas was right. His body was definitely yearning.
Back in the kitchen, Castiel watched Dean walk away with his head tilted in confusion. He refrained from reading his thoughts, because his time on earth had shown him that it would be an unfair advantage and Dean would not appreciate it. He couldn't help but wonder, however, if it was something he had said.