The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you. - Unknown

Light poured in through the half-drawn blinds covering the window to the bedroom currently being shared by two sleeping figures. Outside, the aggressive sounds of car horns, sirens, and loud pedestrians poluted the atmosphere. Inside the room however, the couple who lay tangled around one another on a worn out matress, all strong limbs and sticky torsos, remained happily dead to the world.

If someone were to look in and see the lovers, they might think this was a relationship that has been built over many years, by the way the two men snoozed so comfortably with one another. Anyone might believe that these two had known each other since either one could remember, perhaps that they'd been life-long friends turned partners? But although it may have felt as if they had already shared a lifetime of wonderful experiences, Dean and Cas had only just met a little more than six months ago.

As the morning waned on, the strips of sunshine that had previously been bathing the lower halves of the two masculine bodies, sneakily crept higher and higher until they shone directly over the closed lids of the man facing the window. His partner, who's face was burrowed conveniently in the mess of black hair on the back of his head, was spared from the sun's intrusive wake-up call.

Castiel squeezed his eyes tight, trying and failing to block out the harsh glare. He cracked open an eye, momentarily confused as to why he wasn't waking up in his own apartment.

Slowly gaining consciousness, he gradually became aware of the two strong arms that held him around his shoulders. Cas grinned lazily, remembering he'd decided to sleep over at Dean's last night. He curled his fingers around the backs of the sinewy forearms, basking in the warmth coming from the strong body lying next to his. Sometimes, it was hard to believe this was his life; he'd gone from safe, boring, predictable Cas, to Cas, who'd trespassed in abandoned buildings, and told someone he loved them on the second date, and stayed out till the early hours of the morning with his boyfriend, and let his best friend teach him how to doctor a time-clock when he stumbled in late the mornings after. He dared to hope it might stay like this forever.

Behind him, he could feel Dean rustling in the sheets, finally rousing from his slumber. Cas frowned a little, when the arms that had held him so closely all morning unwound from around his shoulders as Dean extended them, stretching out all his muscles, letting out a long grunt. But all was made well again, when Dean pulled Cas back towards his chest, pressing a kiss to the back of his skull.

"Morning." He crooned, his lips curling into an easy smile.

Cas felt the corners of his own mouth turn upward as he sank into Dean's embrace, "I think we may have missed most of the morning already."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, nuzzling his face into the soft skin of the other man's neck, the stubble on the line of Cas' jaw felt scratchy against his own.

Cas picked up the digital clock off the bedside table, blinking at the tiny red numbers flashing on the screen "It's almost eleven o' clock," he yawned.

"S'that so?"

"Mhmm." Cas turned in Dean's arms so that their noses were nearly touching. There was nowhere else he would rather be. The world beyond the bed he was lying in didn't exist, and he was perfectly happy to keep things this way, as long as Dean was always there to lie next to him. Moments like these had become what Cas lived for, and this one would have been perfect if not for one thing.

"Your morning breath is quite possibly the worst thing I have ever smelled, Dean."

"Really, Cas? The worst?"

Cas crinkled his nose as Dean's breath washed over his face with each word, "Absolutely."

"Ah, come on now, it can't be that bad. Here, you just need some help getting used to it." Dean tightened his grip around Cas' upper body, making it impossible for him to squirm away. He brought one hand up to the back of his head to hold it still, before opening his mouth wide and wheezing a hot gust of fowl air directly into his face.

"Stop!" Cas begged, trying his best to wiggle out of Dean's grip.

"Embrace it, Cas." He exhaled another rancid sigh.

"Oh God, Dean! It's Awful!"

"You know you wanna kiss me. Mmmm, and my mouth is still nice and slimy like it always is when I first wake up. I know you think that's sexy, Cas. Come'er."

Cas sealed his lips together as tightly as he possibly could, twisting his head this way and that in a futile attempt to escape Dean as he chased him with his mouth, pursing his lips, sticking out his tongue, making awful 'ahhh' noises.

"Stop it Dean!" Cas giggled breathlessly, "Stop! Stop! Stop!"

"Ya know, Cas, it hurts my damn feelings you don't love me enough to kiss my morning breath," He pouted playfully "You don't exactly smell minty fresh when you first wake up either."

Cas kept his face turned towards the wall away from Dean. He peeked from the corner of his eye at his partner's dramatically sullen expression and rolled his eyes, "Yes, but I never expect you to kiss me when my breath still stinks."

Dean nudged Cas' jaw with his nose, running it along the defined bone, letting his unshaveness scrape him lightly. It was true, he couldn't recall a time when Cas asked him for a kiss before he'd brushed his teeth. On the other hand, the first thing Dean wanted in the morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, was to feel Cas' lips on him. He was neither patient, nor considerate enough to worry about whether or not he smelled fresh.

"I don't mind kissing you with bad breath." Dean sunk a kiss below Cas' ear "I always want to kiss you, no matter what."

Cas relaxed his straining neck muscles, allowing his face to fall back towards Dean's, "That's not fair."

"What's not fair?"

"You, and all your words, and how damned sweet you are. You're too good at it."

Dean smiled smugly, raising his shoulders with Cas still trapped in his hold, "I just tell the truth, babe."

Cas shook his head. He'd never met someone like Dean before, someone who he actually wanted to be around every hour of the day, someone who could make him feel beautiful before he'd even showered, someone he was willing to kiss even with god-awful morning breath. He finally broke over, capturing Dean's lips in a tender caress, holding no reservations, giving in completely.

Dean looked down at Cas with hooded eyes, "See? It's not that bad."

"You're unbelievable, Dean."

Dean re-tightened his grip around Cas' shoulders, squeezing him nearly in half, pressing an aggressive kiss to his cheek that squished up the entire left side of his face. "If by unbelievable you mean unbelievably hungry, then yes, I am." He threw the covers off the both of them and sprang from the bed, "Let's go make some breakfast."

The mouthwatering smell of greasy bacon and cheesy eggs wafted through the air as Dean stood at the stove, cooking 'breakfast' at eleven o clock on a Sunday morning. Cas sat at the kitchen table, tugging at his partner's over-sized Black Sabbath tee-shirt that he'd slept in last night. He'd initially offered to be the one to cook something for them, but Dean had insisted the task be left to him this morning and Cas hadn't put up much of a fight. He liked when Dean cooked for him, he liked to watch.

Dean in the kitchen was not a graceful sight. He was inattentive, and spilled things, and burned the food, but, he also sang to himself, and did silly dances, and flicked his wrist theatrically whenever he added seasonings. Cas was always more than willing to eat over-salted everything, just so he could get to watch the happy spectacle that was Dean cooking.

"If you add chili powder to the eggs, it'll really bring out the flavor of the cheddar." He suggested mildly.

Dean spun to face Cas, holding his spatula up beside his face, cocking his hip so far out of place it was laughable. "No back-seat cooking."

Cas stifled a laugh, "Sorry, sorry." He folded his arms on the table in front of him and laid his head down on them, continuing to listen to the chaotic sounds of Dean moving about awkwardly as he finished making breakfast. He could hear him humming, a tune that sounded bitter-sweet, and familiar, maybe a little like a song written several years ago.

The rich timbre of the deep, bass singing voice melted Cas. If he didn't love hearing him sing so much, he might be jealous of Dean for his talent. Now and again, a sour note would disrupt an otherwise entrancing melody but for Cas, that only added to the charm of it. He felt his eye lids growing heavier, falling back to sleep by the alternative rock lullaby Dean sang.

An earsplitting clamor tore through the tranquility of the moment. The sound of sturdy glass making contact with an even sturdier linoleum floor, shattering into a hundred tiny slivers, caused Cas to jolt to attention, certain he'd been shot. His eyes darted wildly around the room, seeking out the source of the sudden commotion.

"Dammit!" Dean swore loudly.

Cas looked to find him standing, with one hand raking through his mussed hair, over a mess of broken porcelain and sticky scrambled eggs now covering the kitchen floor.

He was about to laugh, he was going to make a stupid joke about Dean having butter fingers or something of the likes, until he saw the look on his face; something akin to furious.

"Dean?"

"I was just trying to move them," He ran an exasperated hand down his face "From the skillet to a fuckin' plate. And now look at this shit, got scrambled fuckin' eggs everywhere." He gestured to the floor.

"Dean, it's not really a big deal. Here, I'll get some paper towels, we can just clean it up." Cas rose to help clean up the mess, "It's oka-"

"It's not okay, Cas." Dean's voice boomed.

Cas jumped at other man's outburst. He froze beside his chair, completely taken aback, slightly frightened, but mostly confused. The back of his neck grew hot, he couldn't understand why Dean was so upset about eggs, he couldn't understand why he seemed so angry at him, he hadn't even been the one to make a mistake? Cas wrung his fingers, not sure what he should do.

"I'm sorry."

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. He hadn't meant to yell, and never in a million years would he ever dream of making Cas feel frightened by him. The look on his face was heart wrenching. Dean's head felt cloudy. He blinked, attempting to bring order back to his racing thoughts. How did he explain this?

"Dammit." He muttered and looked at Cas "That was every last egg in the fuckin' place."

Cas moved carefully across the room to grab a paper towel and ran it under hot water. "It's alright, Dean." Cas assured cautiously . "It's fine, we don't need eggs, we still have the bacon you cooked. Besides, I promised Charlie I would meet her for lunch. I probably wouldn't have eaten them anyway."

Dean sighed, his shoulders slumped, watching as Cas bent to scoop up hand-fulls of splattered egg. "Wait, stop." He squatted to gingerly take the towel from him and walked it to the trash can. When he returned, he was holding a broom and dust pan, "Step back, you'll get cut." He began sweeping the remnants of what was to be their breakfast into a slimy pile.

Cas observed as Dean cleared the mess "Be careful, you could get cut just as easily you know."

"Yea, but I'm tough."

They cleaned the floor together. After Dean had swept away the broken plate and was satisfied that it was safe to walk across again, Cas wet another towel and ran it across the linoleum, wiping away any residue left behind by the eggs. When they had finished, he divided the bacon into two plates, giving Dean just a little more than he did himself, and served them up.

As he took his seat on the opposite side of the table, Dean's peculiar behavior weighed on his mind. In the time he'd known Dean, Cas hadn't seen him overreact like he had minutes ago since the man at the orchard, and he'd never yelled like that at him. Dean spent the majority of his time mellow, smiling, and scolding him for taking things to seriously. But he'd nearly lost his temper over dropping a plate of cheesy eggs.

Cas picked up a strip of bacon and nibbled off its crispy end. "So, is everything okay Dean?" He asked "Is there anything you, um, might want to talk about?"

"I'm good." He inhaled another strip of bacon.

"Really?"

"Yea?"

"Because a second ago, I thought you were going to have a nervous breakdown about eggs?"

Dean stopped eating. He finished chewing the strip of pork he already had in his mouth and washed it down with a gulp of milk, fixing his eyes on Cas. He remained quiet for a while, deciding what he wanted to say.

"I just wanted to do something nice for you this morning." He said quietly "I wanted to do something nice, and I felt like I fucked it up, and it was just frustrating. I'm sorry, Cas. I wasn't upset at you, I was just...I don't know embarrassed I guess?"

Cas sat down his food, "Dean, you don't have to be embarrassed about anything around me. I love you. You've seen me trip standing still," He laughed nervously "Losing your grip on a plate is nothing to get upset about."

Dean smiled hesitantly "Guess you're right." But he seemed less than convinced.

Dean and Cas continued their meal. Cas picked passively at his food, not wanting to spoil his appetite for later, while Dean wolfed down piece after piece of bacon. With time, the tension in the atmosphere dissipated, and the rest of the morning continued as usual, but the earlier incident remained in the back of Castiel's mind.

Once breakfast was over and the dishes were cleared and washed, the men made their way into the living room to sprawl out on Dean's massive sofa. The television flickered softly, providing background noise but otherwise, remaining totally useless. Cas lay with his head in Dean's lap, buried face-deep in a book he'd brought him one evening when he'd picked Cas up from work.

'Flowers for Algernon.' Cas read the title, printed in elegant, swirling script, from the front cover of the book.

'It's the one I was telling you about that night, out in the field?'

'I remember. The one where he kisses her eyes, right?"

'Right.' Dean looked delighted that Cas had remembered 'And I noticed you've got a lot of books over at your place, I figure you probably like to read, so I thought maybe you'd like to check out it out.. It's my favorite. '

Cas smiled at the memory.

Dean twisted Cas' hair between his fingers lazily, feeling its silkiness as he twirled it around and around his knuckles. He noticed he was reading the book he'd bought him.

"What part are you on now?"

Cas collapsed the open pages against his chest, "Almost to the ending." He peered up at Dean.

"Well, what do you think about it?"

Cas chewed the inside of his cheek thoughtfully, "It's...not what I expected."

"How's that?"

"I feel bad for him, for Charly that is."

"He has it rough, no doubt." Dean smoothed the hair away from Cas' forehead.

"Rough is an understatement." He lamented "All these scientists run all these test on him, perform experiments, put him through brain surgery, to see of they can 'fix' his learning disability. And then, it works." Cas splayed his hands in the air for emphasis, "And he's insanely inteligent, and he and Ms. Kinnian fall in love, and he makes leaps and bounds, only to find out the effects of everything they put him through are only temporary."

"Bites ass, huh?"

"Its horrible! He's had all of these experiences, and gets to see the world in a brand new way, and it's all taken away from him. He forgets almost everything. I just can't imagine how terrible that would be."

Dean continued to play with Cas' hair.

"It's sad." Cas concluded, "It's an amazing book, but it's so sad."

"You should write reviews." Dean teased.

"Oh shut up." Cas smacked Dean's chest with the back of his hand. He lay quiet for a minute, thinking about the novel, about Charly Gordon, about Ms. Kinnian, about scientists and diseases and cures.

"It's sad, but it's beautiful," Dean said suddenly "Kinda like life. I think that's why I've always liked it so much. I mean, yeah, people treat Charly like shit, he goes through hell, and you say it's all for nothing. But I say, if he hadn't taken the chance he did, he'd have never known what it was like read books, or write in a journal, or fall in love with a beautiful woman. I think it was all a risk worth taking, because he did get to experience all those things. Even if it was only for a little while."

Cas laid the book on the table that sat in front of the couch. He sat up and snuggled into Dean's side, under his arm, kissing his cheek. Sometimes, it still surprised him how his lighthearted, silly, happy-go-lucky Dean could be so poetic.

"I love you." He said, beaming into his lover's eyes.

"I love you, Cas."

Dean leaned to press a kiss to Cas' lips, when he pulled away there was a devilish gleam in his eyes.

"Ya know, your Charlie is probably gonna be pretty pissed at you for being so late to meet her."

Cas frantically searched for the clock that hung on the wall. He spotted the time; three minutes past one. He was late. He, Castiel Novak, Consistently Punctual Cas, was more than thirty minutes late in meeting his best friend who he'd always made fun of for never being on time for anything in her life, ever.

"Dammit Dean!" He lept from the couch, shedding his pajamas as he practically ran to get his day clothes from the bedroom, "Look what you've done to me!"

As it turned out, Charlie was actually on time for the first time Cas could ever recall, and she was in fact pissed at him for making her wait. He tried reminding her of the several countless times she'd been late, forcing him to anticipate her arrival, but Charlie would hear none of it.

"You're used to waiting for me by now!" She argued "You know how to handle it! I just felt weird standing all by myself, having to constantly be on the look out for you, it was just-" She squeezed shut her eyes, shaking her head furiously "Weird!"

"Charlie, that's exactly how I feel every single time we meet out! Maybe you should think about this the next time you're only 'right around the corner' or 'a couple minutes away'? Maybe from now on, you might try a little harder to meet me at the time we agree on?"

Charlie placed a hand on her hip, cocking her head sarcastically to one side "Cas, don't be absurd."

At least she was being honest.

The bistro they'd chosen to have lunch at was one of Cas' favorites. It was fairly new, it had only been open a few months shy of a year, but the food was so fresh and delicious that from the first time he and Charlie had decided to give it a try, Cas fell in love with the restaurant. The delectable food was not the only reason Cas often revisited this place though, he also was fond of it's off the beaten path location. Although the eatery was never void of customers, it was never quite as populated as the restaurants Charlie often chose to eat at. Cas liked to think of it as a diamond in the rough. And even though he'd come out of his shell significantly since meeting Dean some days, like today, he still enjoyed being some place most people didn't know about.

Within minutes after taking their seats, a waitress was at the table taking Cas and Charlie's lunch order. She was pretty, Cas noticed, with hair a shade of red close to his friend's that fell in ringlets down her back, steely, gray eyes, and bright crimson painted lips. Her name-tag read 'Abby'. Cas looked to Charlie to see if she'd noticed the beautiful woman come to wait their table yet, but she seemed largely uninterested in anything other than trying to decide what kind of sandwich to order.

When the fiery haired woman had written down their meals and left, Cas turned his attention to Charlie.

"Are you feeling alright today?"

Charlie looked perplexed, "I'm fine, Cas. Why do you ask?"

Castiel looked around to make sure their waitress was nowhere near by, "Because you didn't even try to make a move on that girl, and she's a solid nine out of ten on anyone's scale."

"She's pretty." Charlie agreed casually. She took a sip of her water with lemon, a tiny, wistful smile dancing on her lips, "I'm just not interested. I really like Meg, Cas. Like, really, really like her." She shrugged "I'm not looking for anything else right now."

Cas feigned surprise, "Am I hearing this correctly?" He held a hand to his ear, "Is it possible, that the notorious commitment-ophobe Charlie Bradbury might have actual feelings for someone?"

"Commitment-ophobe? Says you. 'Oh, I'm Cas, and I can't move in with my boyfriend of almost a year and a half because it's too soon and we aren't even serious.'" Charlie lowered her voice in a bad impersonation of her friend "Poor Adam, I don't blame him for moving away from you!'

"Adam moved away to be closer to his family. And besides, I'm in a committed relationship now. Have you told your girlfriend you love her yet?"

Charlie wadded her straw wrapper and tossed it at Cas, "No. I'm just...waiting for the right time."

It was at this time, Abby came back around to refill their water glasses and set down a basket of warm, fresh breads. Cas felt a tiny sense of accomplishment at having rendered Charlie as close to speechless as he'd ever seen her. He saw her glance the waitress up and down once before she left, probably just because he'd brought it to her attention that she hadn't yet. Cas was honestly happy his best friend had found someone she deemed worthy to be more than just her fling, at least for the time being.

"Life is short, Charlie." Cas chastised as the waitress left to service her other tables.

"Ya know, Dean must really be something to have gotten you to say The 'L' Word so soon. Have you ever said it to anyone besides him?"

Cas dipped his finger into his water and ran it around the rim of the glass. "I've said it plenty of times. But I don't think I ever really meant it, not the way I do when I say it to him." The eerie hum from the glass resonated between them "He really is something special Charlie."

"See, that, that's what I want to be sure of before I say it to Meg." Charlie snatched a piece of bread from the basket, waving it at Cas as she spoke,"That stupid shit-eating grin you get on your face when you talk about him, it's adorable, it's so obvious you really love him. I want to be sure I mean it before I say it to her, she deserves that." Charlie chewed a mouth full of sour dough, "She deserves the best...She's amazing."

Cas smiled. He'd never seen Charlie act this way over a girl before. Even if she didn't realize it yet, he already knew she was in love.

"So, you've finally found someone worth more to you than hot sex, huh?" He jested, keeping their conversation light.

"I think so." This Charlie reminded Cas of an innocent school girl telling her friends about her crush, "But don't get me wrong, she is one hell of a lay."

There was the Charlie he knew so well.

She gleamed at Cas, raising both eyebrows up and down as two plates piled high with colossal sandwiches and kettle cooked potato chips were served before them. Neither of them paid their waitress any mind this time, both preoccupied in discussing a matter of much greater importance.

"Here we go." Cas crunched one of the crispy chips as he prepared for Charlie to launch into the nitty gritty details of her love life.

"I can't even talk about it too much in public, like, they would literally kick us out Cas."

"But you're going to talk about it anyway, aren't you?"

"She's got the most perfect boobs."

"Of course you are." Cas chuckled, leaning his cheek into the backs of his knuckles, popping another chip in his mouth.

"I could stare at them all day, Cas. They're just so," She searched the sky above her for the right adjective "I don't know, they're perfect, I can't even explain." Charlie reached into her pocket pulling out her cellphone and began scrolling furiously, "I mean look!" She shoved the phone in Cas' face.

"Oh God, Charlie." Cas drew his neck back, looking away from the screen in distaste.

"Look, Cas, look at the boobs. Look at how perfect they are."

To appease his friend, Cas peeked out of the corner of his eye at the picture being forced in his face. He knitted his brows, casting his eyes skyward, away from the unwanted image, "They're very nice."

"Yes, they are." Charlie finally pulled the phone away, smiling down at it one last time before slipping it back into her pocket. She lifted the massive club from her plate, forcing her jaws to nearly unhinge so she could fit the behemoth sandwich in her mouth.

Cas took the opportunity to sneak a bite of his own food.

"And what about you?" Charlie swallowed her bite before Cas even had time to chew his, "How is your man in the bedroom department?"

Cas took his time in finishing his mouthful of sandwich. There was no two ways about it, he would be having this conversation with his best friend whether he wanted to or not, he knew that. Cas swallowed and took a drink of his water. So the question wasn't should he tell Charlie about his sex life, it was how much should he reveal.

"Oh ya know, it's kind of dull."

"Bullshit."

Cas entire face broke into a devious smile "You're right, he's totally amazing."

"Of course he is!" Charlie threw her hands in the air, nearly knocking over both her food and drink in the process, "He's got to be some kind of sex god to have you so stupid over him!"

Castiel shrugged, picking at his sandwich, "I can't disagree with that statment."

"Oh my God, where's the waitress? Alcohol, we need alcohol. Fuck this water, we need beer, this is a beer conversation."

Charlie succeeded in flagging down Abby and ordered two beers for Cas and herself. Normally, Cas might feel embarrassed to discuss such private matters in such a public setting but for some reason, sharing secrets about his intimate moments with Dean made him feel giddy. He didn't care of other people heard. Maybe, he even wanted them to hear.

They chatted over their beers, talking and listening to one another, swapping stories, disclosing secrets. At one point, Cas made Charlie blush, he actually made her blush and twisted sense of accomplishment he felt about it was something he would never admit to anyone but himself. They're lunches had been long forgotten but it didn't matter. Sharing stealthy conversation about topics that could only be discussed leaned across the table in hushed whispers was too much fun.

"So what's your favorite place so far?" Charlie asked once she was sure a middle aged man was passed their table and out of earshot.

"Favorite place we've had sex?" Cas thought for a moment before his face split into a grin, "Definitely his car. He takes care of that thing like it's his baby, but one night when he was bringing me home, it was super late, he pulled into the street beside my complex and there was no one around. So, we start making out and next thing I know, he's dragging me into the back seat!"

"Car sex is totally hot." Charlie agreed, finishing off her beverage, "But you wanna know what's even hotter than car sex? Cheap hotel sex."

"Cheap hotel sex?" Cas asked, clearly appalled.

"Hey, don't knock it 'till you try it. Meg was the one who suggested it and at first I wasn't crazy about the idea either. But oh man, Cas." She nodded approvingly "You've got to try it sometime. It feels so dirty."

"Yeah, that's exactly why it sounds so unappealing."

"Like, kinky dirty you ass. You don't even have to have kinky sex, it just makes everything you do seem naughtier. It's almost like you're a teenager again, you know, like when your parents to know you were doin' the deed, so you had to sneak around? It's like car sex, but you don't have to worry about being arrested for public indecency, and you've got a lot more room to move. "

Cas considered what his friend was telling him, "That does sound kind of fun."

He thought back to the night he and Dean had sex in the Impala. He hadn't lied when he told Charlie he'd enjoyed it, he'd just left out the details about shoving Dean away every three seconds because he thought he heard someone coming.

Charlie scooted away from the table and rose from her chair. She tossed down enough money to cover her bill and leave a tip for their server, "I'm serious Cas, it's pretty great, you should think about giving it a try."

And Cas did think about giving it a try. He thought about it on the walk all the way back to Dean's apartment. He thought about it as he opened the door, thought about it as he walked into the living room, saw Dean still sitting on the couch, beer in his hand, watching television. He thought about it as Dean looked up, noticing he had made it back.

"Hey babe," He smiled making room for Cas next to him on the sofa "How was Charlie?"

Cas flopped down in his spot next to Dean, "She was fine, same old Charlie."

Dean hummed, "That's good. You guys catch up on all your gossip? Talk about anything interesting?"

Cas laid his head back in Dean's lap and got comfortable, it was as if he'd never left, "Not not really." He lied.

He watch the program on T.V half-heartedly, his mind still in other places. Dean was watching some stupid crime melodramma that he loved but Cas hated.

He was still thinking about it.

"Hey Dean," Cas asked, still watching the television "Do you think you could maybe call in sick at work tomorrow?"

"I guess so? Why, is there something wrong, Cas?"

"No, everything's fine." He assured "There's just something I'd like us to do."

Anyone care to guess what might be happening next chapter? Come on, take a shot. On an unrelated note, my finals week is less than fourteen days away and in order to be able to keep updating weekly, I will now post new chapters on Thursdays rather than Tuesdays. Thursday is just a much less hectic day for me. Anywho, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Review, review my lovelies!