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Dean stifled a yawn, leaning back to stretch. "Damn," he muttered as he turned to look at the clock. It was already 11:17 p.m. and Cas was still at his house.

"I should go," Cas said after following Dean's gaze, packing his belongs that were scattered around the kitchen table. "It's already late as it is."

A flash of sadness flew on Dean's face, but he quickly forced it down.

"Uh yeah, sure," Dean muttered, helping Cas collect his books.

"Hey, Cas," Sam called as he entered the kitchen. Dean rolled his eyes, annoyed that Sam had been right there, listening in on them (not to mention that he just called Cas Cas). "It's already eleven. Why don't you just stay the night?"

Dean felt his heart jump, which was just weird.

Cas looked up at Dean, a spark of something that looked a lot like hope in his eyes. "Dean?" he questioned. "I don't want to intrude."

Dean shrugged nonchalantly, feelings that if he opened his mouth a big wad of stupid would pour out of his mouth.

Cas' features melted into a soft smile. "Okay then. Let me just call Anna and tell her I'm staying."

"You're welcome," Sam said with triumph, a smug little bitch smile planted firmly on his face.

"Shut up," Dean said, tousling Sam's hair. "Did you even ask mom?"

"Of course, Dean, I'm not an idiot." Sam said, pushing Dean's hand away and fixing his hair. "She said, and I quote, 'anybody who gets my son an A can stay as long as they want'."

Dean scoffed at that, rolling his eyes and shoving his brother away. He could hear Cas talking in a hushed voice on the phone in the other room. Well, Sam or his mom was right. Cas had managed to get Dean an A-if not barely. He still had to work immensely hard on his work, but things were definitely looking up. Dean didn't know how he'd ever be able to show the guy just how thankful he was.

Or, maybe he did.

There was a clicking noise as Cas snapped his phone shut, and strode back into the room. He smiled genuinely, clearly showing how happy he was to be staying over night at his friend's house. He opened his mouth, probably to announce that he was staying, but Dean interrupted.

"Cas, I do not believe that you have been on a proper ride in the Impala yet." Dean stated, cocking his head and leaning against the kitchen counter.

Cas tilted his head. "Dean, you drove me here in it. You drive me to school every day in it. You drive me home from school every day in it."

Sam laughed at Dean's side and rolled his eyes. "Dean takes his baby very seriously, Cas," Sam said.

"Go to your room, bitch," Dean said, shoving Sam.

"Jerk," Sam muttered back, but ran to his room with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

Cas still looked confused. "Your…baby?" he asked.

Dean smirked, throwing an arm over his friend's shoulder. "C'mon, Cas," he said. "Lemme show you how my baby was meant to be used."Dean grabbed Cas' hand, not waiting for a reply, and pulled him along as they made their way towards the Impala.

Dean got in the driver's seat, Cas following in the passenger's. They drove in silence for a while, the only sound being heard coming from one of Dean's favorite cassette tapes. Cas never really paid attention to the type of music Dean played, but tonight felt different, and Cas took in every word sung.

The stars were out as they drove out to the country side. Dean was vaguely aware of how quiet he and Cas were being. Usually Sam would be with them, and he and Cas would be talking about god knows what; some freaky genius shit. But the silence that surrounded them didn't feel uncomfortable to Dean. In fact, it was the total opposite.

It was the type of silence that cleared his mind completely, and left him with no thoughts except the music pumping out of the speakers and Cas sitting next to him, and that was perfectly fine with Dean.

Eventually, he found the spot he was looking for. A small part of the fence that was broken down, wide enough for the car to pass through with enough clearance. Dean eased them into the open field, not going too far, but far enough that the road was just a distant memory.

He cut the engine and turned to look at Cas, who had a look of contentment on his face that surely mirrored Dean's. Dean smiled at him.

"C'mon," he said, climbing out of his seat.

Cas followed, watching as Dean propped himself up on the hood and leaned back into the coolness of the car. Cas smiled as Dean let his head fall back, and he stared up intently at the stars as if they held the meaning to life.

"No chick-flick moments," Dean warned, looking up at Cas. "Just get your ass up here."

Cas looked skeptically at the spot next to Dean before awkwardly clambering up next to him.

"I don't want to damage your baby," Cas mocked.

"Shut up."

Cas leaned his head back on the hood of the Impala, helplessly laying his gaze on Dean's silhouette.

"I've always liked astronomy," Dean admitted. Cas laughed. "What?"

"It's nothing, I apologize," Cas said, waving his hand dismissively. "I just don't understand how you can fail a class you love."

"I just like the stars and planets and shit," Dean defended. "Something about all that open space makes my problems seem pretty small."

Cas had to agree. It was like you could see the whole universe from their little secluded spot. Billions upon billions of stars, some clustered together and some spread far and wide. The night was clear, and the moon shone brightly off to the side, coating everything in a pale, milky light that made it seem like a dream. A really, really good dream.

"That's Aquarius." Cas said, pointing to one of the constellations. "Your zodiac sign." Dean smiled to himself. Because Cas remembered the tiniest details about him and, shut up, it made him feel special. "In Greek mythology, it is identified with Ganymede, a handsome young man Zeus fell in love with."

Dean turned to look at Cas, raising his eyebrow a bit. Cas looked back at Dean.

"What?" Cas said.

"Nothing," Dean shrugged. "I just didn't think people were gay and stuff, ya know, way back when."

Cas laughed softly. "I do not think that's what they called it then, but yes. He was quite beautiful, supposedly. Homer described him at most beautiful of all men. It is understandable that Zeus would…nevermind," Cas trailed off, his face suddenly hot.

Dean looked over at him, a curious smirk on his face. He smiled and nudged his friend with his elbow before turning his attention back to the stars. They stayed in silence for a while, enjoying each others company under the stars. Cas felt like he could stay this way forever.

"Alright," Dean announced, hopping off the hood of the Impala. "That's enough touchy feely stuff for a life time. Let's hit up a food joint."

"Dean, it's 11:50," Cas informed.

"Your point?" Dean asked. Cas smiled and shook his head as they got into the Impala and drove off.

Dean pulled into the driveway as the mixtape played its last track. He pulled the keys out of ignition before turning to see a now sleeping Cas, head supported under his neatly wrapped trench coat leaning against the window. Dean didn't know what to do because, jesus christ, Cas looked so serene he didn't want to wake him. But Dean couldn't just leave the guy there either.

So he honked the horn.

Cas jumped up, arms flailing and blue eyes wide. As much as Dean was sorry he'd had to wake the guy up, this was pretty funny. Dean sunk into his seat laughing as Cas looked around confused, with his black hair disheveled, until his eyes rested on Dean's laughing form. His face was then graced with a very impressive bitch face.

"Ha, ha, very funny, Dean," Cas grumbled, patting his hair down.

"Sorry man," Dean said, opening the car door. "But it's burger time, and Dean's hungry."

Cas rolled his eyes dramatically and followed Dean out of the car and into the glowing McDonalds, which seemed to be the only thing open for about five miles in any direction. Small family town like this, things didn't normally stay open past nine, much less midnight.

There were a few people in the fast food joint, including a very pretty and very lonely looking girl, who Cas assumed Dean would hit on just out of instinct. Dean, however, grabbed Cas' hand and pulled him straight past the girl and up to the counter. And why did that make Cas happy?

Dean squinted at the menu, pulling his wallet out of his pocket. Dean mumbled an order to the man at the register, but Cas didn't listen in until Dean clapped on the shoulder. "And this guy," Dean said, "will have a Big Mac, large fries, and, uh, a chocolate shake."

Cas' mouth hung agape at the unfathomable amount of calories in his fries alone. Of course, Dean only laughed.

Once Dean had paid and stepped away from the counter, Cas said, "I believe I agreed to a burger, not diabetes on a tray."

"Oh, c'mon Cas," Dean laughed. "Trust me, diabetes on a tray can be pretty good."

Cas glared. "You sicken me."

"Tough luck."

Cas went to sit at a table, shaking his head as he did so, and Dean followed a minute later with their food. Once unwrapped, Dean's meal looked equally artery-clogging as Cas' burger and fries. Dean greedily sunk his teeth into something with cheese and onions and something that maybe passed for meat. He seemed to like it.

"Cas, just try it," Dean sighed, his mouth full of burger.

Cas sighed. Dean wasn't going to relent so he might as well at least try it. He lifted the greasy burger and took a bite.

And, wow, if Dean had ever been right about anything, it was that burgers were mankind's greatest achievement. It was like a chorus of angels was playing in his mouth.

"So?" Dean asked eagerly. "What do you think?"

But Cas was too engrossed in his burger to hear. Every bite seemed to be tastier than the last. He was vaguely aware of the grease slipping through the burger as he took bite after bite.

"Dude," Dean exclaimed, mouth open with a bit of ketchup on the side of his lip.

Cas finished his burger and looked up at Dean, smiling one of the biggest smiles Dean had ever seen the guy wear. Dean was left stunned as Cas got up and went back to the man at the register, returning with another burger.

"These make me very happy," Cas explained as he sunk his teeth into his new burger. Dean laughed as he watched his best friend gorge himself, finishing up his 2nd burger with his fries and chugging down the chocolate shake.

"Hey, slow down," Dean laughed, reached over and pulling the shake away from Cas. "You're gonna choke yourself or something."

Cas' face reddened a bit as he wiped his face with a napkin, and hungrily eyed the shake that Dean had pulled away. Dean snorted with laughter as he slid the shake back to Cas and his friend picked it right back up and chugged.

"Dude, you have been seriously deprived of fast food," Dean said.

"I suppose so," Cas said sheepishly as he set the shake down. "We never really went to places like this growing up."

"I can tell," Dean mumbled, finishing off his fries.

Cas eyed the counter. "Do you think-"

"Dude, no," Dean interrupted. "You're gonna get sick, and I just cleaned her."

Cas pouted, making these stupidly cute puppy dog eyes to rival Sam's.

"Trust me man," Dean said. "Another one of those things and you won't be feeling so good later on. Besides, we should probably head back now."

Cas nodded, and got up to throw their trash away. He followed Dean back outside to the Impala, and into the passenger seat. The car purred to life, and Cas saw Dean smile automatically at the sound, backing the car out of the lot and onto the long-deserted road.

Dean pulled into the garage, eyeing the clock to find it was nearly 1 in the morning. He secretly wished his time with Cas would never end. He wished it even more when Cas ran out of the Impala, straight into the bathroom.

"You're home late," Sam said as Dean walked in.

"Sorry mom," Dean mocked. "Shouldn't you be in bed anyways?"

"Since when do I have a bed time?" Sam shot back.

Dean almost said 'since Cas is over,' but he decided not to. Instead he said, "Since it's one in the morning, brat."

"You're up," Sam said as way of explanation.

"Yeah, well I'm the oldest. I get to stay out as late as I want," Dean said, digging his fist into Sam's head and messing his hair up, winning a scowl from Sam.

Sam swatted Dean's hand away and looked like he was about to say something, when the bathroom door opened, signaling Cas' return.
Dean shoved Sam towards the stairs.

"Go to your room, bitch," Dean mumbled.

Sam muttered a barely heard 'bitch' as he ran up the stairs, a stupid smile on his face.

"I did not enjoy that experience," Cas said, sinking down into the couch cushions. "Remind me never to listen to you again."

"Come on, dude," Dean said, sinking right next to Cas. "Admit it, all in all you enjoyed yourself tonight."

Dean stared as Cas strained his face, trying hard to fight a smile. A tiny twitch on Cas' face made it clear, however, that he did in fact enjoy himself.

"What are you two still doing up?" Mary interrupted, walking in with her scrubs on.

"We were hungry, and Cas needed a burger," Dean said nonchalantly. Cas made a face.

Mary rolled her eyes and grabbed her keys and purse from the counter.

"Well, I'm off to work, which means you two should get to bed," she says.

Dean groans, but he gets up anyways, Cas following suit. Dean heads toward the stairs, but turns back to find that Cas hadn't moved, one hand awkwardly placed on the couch.

"Sh-should I-?"

"Don't be silly, Castiel," Mary soothed. "You can stay in Dean's room, can't he Dean?"

Mary stared at Dean, her eyes wide and expecting.

"Uh, yeah, of course Cas," Dean said. "You don't gotta sleep on the couch."

A smile twitched at Cas' lips. "Thank you."

Dean smiled back at him, and he probably would have said something really stupid if his mom didn't interrupt what would've been the millionth chick flick moment that night.

"You're welcome here anytime, Castiel," she said. "Dean's always talking about you."

"Mom!" Dean groaned, causing Cas to blush and Mary to gently laugh.

"Well, I've gotta get going," Mary sighed. "See you tomorrow, Dean."

She pulled Dean into one of Mary's famous tight, warm hugs that made Dean feel happy and tired at the same time.

She smiled as she pulled back, and then she moved to Cas.

Cas tensed up when Mary wrapped her arms around her. His blue eyes got wide and round, and for a moment Dean thought he might have to pry Mary off his friend.

But then Mary whispered something in his ear that sounded like, "You're part of the family, Castiel."

At that, Cas' face melted.

Mary waved her final goodbye and rushed out the door, living Cas in a trance.

"Dude, what'd she say?" Dean asked.

"Nothing," Cas said, smiling to himself. They made their way to Dean's room, Sam abruptly shut his door when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Bitch," Dean shouted, but not loud enough to wake John. Dean hurried into his room, trying to clean up any last-minute shit he had lying around. "Sorry 'bout the mess," he said. "Really wasn't expecting any company in here." he added, throwing a wink at Cas.

Cas froze, however, when Dean began to pull clothes out of the drawer.

"I-I don't have a change of clothes," Cas said.

Dean looked over his shoulder, dragging his eyes over his friend. He shrugged.

"No problem," Dean said. "Here."

He rummaged through the drawer before tossing Cas a worn AC/DC t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. He pulled out some clothes for himself before turning around to face Cas.

"I can sleep on the floor if you would like," Cas said quickly. "I understand if it would be awkward-"

"Don't be stupid, Cas," Dean interrupted. "You can sleep on the bed, with me." Dean cringed at that. How gay had that sounded? "Just no spooning," he added quickly. "And no staying up to the ungodly hours of the morning talking about our feelings." That was better, right?

Cas stared at him for a moment before the corners of lips twitched into a smile. "Thank you, Dean," he said sincerely.

"Dude, it's really not a problem," Dean said quickly, because that warm feeling in his chest really shouldn't be there. "You're my friend. Now, go change already. The bathroom is down the hall."

Cas nodded and walked down the hall to change. He couldn't help but bring the soft clothes up to his face. They smelled like Dean, and that was a smell that Cas liked a lot.

Dean rushed around his room, trying to pick up any dirty clothes and leftover pizza boxes. He then moved to his bed. It was king sized, so the idea of bumping uglies while they were asleep were slim to none. A change of sheets wouldn't a bad idea, though. He rummaged through his closet before finding a fresh (even nicely scented) pair of sheets with a note that said "You're welcome, Sam" on it. Dean snorted at that. His brother could be annoying, but, hey, he came in handy in situations like this.

Dean spun around and quickly stripped his bed, wadding his sheets up and throwing them in the closet. He didn't know how he managed to get the clean ones on before Cas got back, but miracles happen. Dean even had just enough time to throw his change of clothes on before Cas opened the door.

Wearing Dean's clothes.

The shirt was a little big on him, but it hung on his shoulders nice-probably better than it did on Dean. The pants were long and they hung over Cas' feet, but he didn't seem to care. He looked pretty content.

"Nice look, dude," Dean said, nodding in approval. "ACDC agrees with you."

"But do I agree with them," Cas teased. He made his way to Dean's dresser, placing his neatly folded clothes on the top. Dean tried to break the awkward silence with a cough, winning a questionable look from Cas as he turned around.

"I uh-" Dean stuttered, feeling his face flush. "M-make yourself at home." He gave out lamely as he headed to the bathroom to clean himself up. "Just relax," he told himself. And, really, why wasn't he calm in the first place? It was just Cas. Just his best friend. Just the first dude he's ever share a bed with. Just the only person he knew with perfectly disheveled hair and deep blue eyes... Irrelevant.

Dean brushed his teeth, humming Metallica to calm him down. He washed his face, maybe taking a little extra time then normal. The thought of Cas in his bed crept its way under Dean's skin and he had no friggen idea how to get it out. "Better to wake up to Cas then some one-night-stand-girl," he mused.

When he ran our of hygienic tasks, Dean came out of the bathroom, walking down the hallway to his room. He stopped at his door and let out a heavy breath of air. Should he knock? He felt like he should knock. It was his room, sure, but now he wasn't the only one residing in it. He shrugged that thought off and charged his way through. Besides, he might be welcomed by a scene he could blackmail Cas with later. What he didn't expect to find was Cas already curled up in his bed.

Sleeping.

Dean huffed a sigh he didn't know he was holding in. Hey, it saved him an awkward moment, and Cas did look pretty content all curled up under the sheets. He reminded Dean of a kitten or something, his black hair splayed all over the pillow.

Dean ran his hand through his hair, figuring out the best possible way to get into his bed. He gingerly climbed in, muttering the names of super models under his breath as he got under the covers with Cas. Dean had to admit, having somebody in his bed for reasons other than sex was pretty nice, and he was kinda glad it was Cas. Just a little. A bit. Not even a centimeter. Dean groaned and turned his back to Cas, wondering at what point in his life did he start acting like a teenage girl.