Sam and Dean finished the case, both not straying from safe topics like the case, where they'll go for dinner and the weather. They end up going to stay with bobby for a few days. But he soon gets tired of them fussing over him so he calls them both idjits, reminds them again that just cos he's in a wheelchair don't mean he can't kick their sorry asses and pushes them out the door. So they're back on the road again. This time heading north due to reports of demon activity.

It's been a while since Dean had seen CasCastiel and he was starting to get antsy. He didn't like it when the angel didn't call in, anything could've happened to him. 'God when did i become so girly?' Dean mutters and shakes his head.

Dean adjusts himself in his seat and tries to stretch out his aching muscles. His thoughts drift back to Cas, a war going on inside his head. Part of him wants Cas completely, part of him doesn't want to hurt Sam and the other part wants to bury his head in the sand and pretend none of this is happening and to drown himself in booze and women. Dean's leaning towards the latter.

Luckily for him Sam's taking a nap so Dean's alone with the thoughts.

He looks over at the passenger side and takes in Sam's sleeping form. The thing between them had never been about physical attraction, at least Dean prayed to god that it wasn't, it's not cool to find your brother hot, it had been more out of neediness and loneliness, to have someone close and to reassure them both that they weren't alone. But now Sam seems to be twisting it into something more and Dean just can't handle that. Not because of Castiel, but because he doesn't want to belong to Sam that way. Yeah it's wrong and illegal but more to the point Dean just doesn't want Sam. He's his annoying pig-headed brother. Not a lover.

It's starting to worry him that Sam doesn't see it like that, that he thinks he has a claim on him that is more than just family. Dean rubs his eyes tiredly and sighs, sitting back and watching the open road in front of him.

Sam stirs in his sleep and sits up abruptly, 'Are we there yet?'

'About another 20 minutes Sam' Dean replies, yawning.

'Want me to drive?'

Dean laughs at Sam, 'Not on your life, nobody touches my girl, ain't that right baby' he pats the dashboard affectionately. Sam chuckles and stretches out his long limbs as much as he can.


They soon arrive at the motel, Dean leaving Sam to check in while he unpacks the car. He rubs the roof affectionately. 'Might give you a wash tomorrow, would you like that baby?'.

'Hello Dean'.

He shrieks (a very manly shriek i might add) and spins around facing Castiel. 'Stop doing that Cas you're gonna give me a heart attack' he throws a soft punch to his arm for good measure. 'Nice one Dean, very macho' he thinks and rolls his eyes at himself before focusing on Cas. 'So long time no see Cas'.

The angel half smiles and murmurs 'Did you miss me Dean?'. He gulps and red warning lights go off in his head, bad territory. 'Ha ha yeah you wish buddy, it'd just be nice if you checked in every once in a while'. He tries to aim for cool and casual. Castiel nods and they stare at each other for a few seconds before Sam interrupts them by clearing his throat.

Dean tries to swallow the guilt he feels at being caught eye sexing the angel. Stupid Sam.

'Hey Sam, Cas has popped in to say hi'.

'Yeah i can see that, how are you?' he directs at Cas.

'I am well, i made small progress in russia but since then i've lost the trail. I think i need to rest again'.

'Awesome' Dean replies smiling at the angel, obviously torn between wanting him to stay away because of the promise he made to Sam about not doing anything with him, and wanting Cas to stick around, he has missed the nerdy angel after all.

'Great' i'll go book you a room' Sam says before walking back towards the main office. Dean's face falls. 'He can sleep on the couch or bunk with one of us Sam' he calls out after him. Sam turns around and gives him a preview of the bitch-face thats going to come if Dean doesn't shut up. He takes the hint and nods his head and watches Sam disappear into the office before turning back to Castiel, 'Hope you don't mind your own room'.

'It is fine i only require it for one night anyway. I should probably learn how to do this on my own so i'm not bothering you two' Cas replies, face tilting downwards so Dean can't see the disappointment in his eyes.

'No way, your not bothering us, Sam just probably thought you'd be more comfortable in your own room. Thats all Cas' he tries to smile reassuringly at Cas but he can see the doubt on his face. 'Bloody Sam' Dean thinks.

Sam returns with two sets of keys and hands one set to Cas. 'Our rooms are next to each other so you can come get us if you need anything'. And with that he picks up his bag and walks away throwing a look over his shoulder to Dean, a silent command that he should follow. Dean stands his ground and squares his shoulder's, knowing that he's gonna regret this later but dammit he's not going to trail after his younger brother like some bitch.

'I'm gonna hang with Cas for a bit, make sure he's settled.' Cas looks at Dean with gratitude, he didn't really want to be left on his own. That look makes Sam's eyebrow raised bitch-face totally worth it to Dean. He smiles at the angel and waves Sam off, 'i'll see you later, you'd better get you're beauty sleep you look like you need it'. He jokes trying to lighten the mood with Sam, but he isn't having any of it. He just nods and slams his way into the motel door.

Cas eyes the door warily, like he's afraid Sam's going to burst out and attempt to smite him.

'Come on Cas' Dean says slinging his arm around his shoulder, pulling him towards Castiel's motel room. 'Just ignore him, he's got PMS'. Castiel mouths the word and ponders what it could mean. Dean shakes his head and takes in his confused expression, 'he's like an owl' he thinks affectionately. 'Stop it! You're friends thats it. Stop thinking cute or sexy thoughts, absolutely no sexy thoughts. None about his mouth or his eyes or those bloody hipbones or….' Dean's thoughts are interrupted by Cas clearing his throat and stares at him puzzled.

Dean looks around and notices that Cas is inside the motel room while Dean is still standing outside the door frame, foot poised to walk in. He flushes and walks in, shutting the door behind him.

The room is average, horrible flower printed wallpaper, plain white sheets, a couch and a small table that's missing a leg. 'Feels like home' he grins to Cas, who nods and looks around. Dean walks over and fiddles with the small tv, checking the channels and manages to find one that has the least amount of static. They can hear a couple having extremely loud sex a few doors down and a wailing baby somewhere above them.

Dean hears his stomach growl and he realises that he was too busy trying to get here before it got too dark that he didn't stop to eat. That is unacceptable.

'How bout i go get us some food and maybe a few beers? Or i can go eat on my own if your tired, or maybe…' he's aware that he's rambling but suddenly realising how alone he is with the angel and that it's just going to be the two of them has left Dean feeling nervous and awkward. Like a first date. 'Shut up brain' he thinks angrily before turning his attention back to Cas.

'Food sounds good'. Cas smiles lightly at Dean and sits down on the bed.

'Okay i'll be right back, don't go anywhere'. And he walks out the door mentally face-palming himself at how lame he sounds. 'God help me' he whispers and decides to check if Sam wants anything.

He doesn't.

He lets Dean know this by throwing a bottle of holy water at him and threatening bodily harm if he steps one foot inside the room. Dean will never admit to anyone how quickly he ran from that motel room. 'Freakishly large Sam' he grumbles to himself before getting into the car.

He returns later with a large pizza with everything on it (he isn't sure what Cas does and does not like so he went with everything) and some beer. He walks into the motel room and notices that Cas is still in the same position as he left him.

'Have you been sitting there this whole time Cas?'

Cas shrugs, 'You told me not to go anywhere'.

Dean laughs and puts the pizza and beer on the floor in front of the couch and beckons Cas over. They sit down and balance the pizza box between them on their knee's.

He watches Cas take his first experimental bite of pizza, unknowingly holding his breath waiting for the result. Cas takes his time, chewing every mouthful slowly and thoughtfully. Dean could practically see him mentally analysing the different flavours.

'So…. how is it?'

'It is satisfactory. I do not believe that i like these though' he points to the pepperoni and pineapple. Dean smiles and takes his slice away from him and picks them off and hands it back to Castiel who eats it gratefully. They're watching some re-run of Doctor Who and eating the remainder of the pizza, Dean picking off the pineapple and pepperoni before passing it to Cas.

They stay like this for a few hours, both not really talking, just happy and comfortable in each others company.


Dean yawns and stretches out his muscles before looking at Cas who's practically half-asleep. 'Come on lets get you tucked in.'

Cas simply nods and follows Dean towards the bed, Dean suddenly aware that he doesn't have any clothes to sleep in.

'You might as well just sleep in your boxers and undershirt Cas'.

He nods again and follows Dean's direction, too exhausted to do anything else.

He slips into the bed and closes his eye's, ready for sleep to come. Dean picks up his jacket and is about to walk out the door when he hears a soft 'Dean' and his heart leaps.

He turns back around to see Cas staring sleepily at him, 'Yeah Cas?'

'Could you stay? I've been alone these past few day's and i just…' he trails off the end yawning loud and wide.

'Sure Cas, i'll stay if you'd like'. Dean knows this is trouble. He can feel it but he ignores the feeling in favour of seeing Cas looking so… human (He was not going to say cute or adorable or sweet or anything like that because he's feeling girly enough as it is)

He makes his way over to the couch and assesses how comfortable it's going to be to sleep on. His verdict: not very.

Cas watches him with half-closed eyes. 'You can sleep here Dean'. He says shoving away the blanket so Dean can crawl in beside him.

Red alerts are going off in his head again, danger danger do not proceed, very bad things are going to happen if you get into that bed. Very sexy bad things. But still bad. He swallows and tries to ignore all the images of things he wants to do to Cas in his head.

He forces a nonchalant look and shrugs his shoulders, 'sure why not'.

He slides in beside Cas and pulls the blanket up around his shoulders moving as close to the edge of the bed as his possibly can. 'There i can't very well ravish him if i'm no where near him' he thinks feeling smug at his clever plan.

'Uh Dean, you're fully clothed and your shoes are still on. I don't believe those are proper sleep attire'.

Fuck.

He forces a laugh and sits up, 'Knew i forgot something' he jokes and bends to untie his shoes.

Cas hums and watches Dean, taking in how nervous and unsteady he seems.

He's just about to say something when Dean's jeans leg gets caught on his foot, causing him to lose his balance and he topples over with a loud crash.

Cas sits up alarmed. 'Dean are you alright?'

Dean stands up quickly, flushes and forces another laugh, 'Yeah i'm fine' before kicking off the rest of his jeans and clambering awkwardly into the bed wincing slightly as he hits a tender spot from his fall.

Cas lies back down, completely bewildered by Dean's behaviour but too tired to try and figure out what's wrong.

It doesn't take the angel very long to fall asleep. A few minutes at the max. Dean on the other hand is finding it very difficult to fall asleep when he has an incredibly sexy, nearly naked angel lying next to him, just close enough that he can feel his body heat and hear the soft snores that are coming from his slightly open mouth.

Dean flips himself so that he's on his back, staring up at the ceiling and trying to ignore the incessant need he has to move closer to Cas.

'This is not good' he thinks before turning his head to watch Cas sleep, which is not creepy at all, not like that stupid sparkling vampire from those books that he caught Sam secretly reading under the table at the library. Dean chuckles softly at the memory of Sam's flushed face and his hysterical 'give it back Dean i was doing research' when he ran around the room reading lines from the book, getting them both kicked out for be disruptive.

Cas stirs in his sleep and shuffles closer to Dean, who freezes and tries to ignore the way his skin practically crackles with electricity when Cas touches him, leaning half his chest onto Dean's and wrapping his arm around his torso. He buries his face into Dean's neck and he sighs happily, pushing his leg up and over Dean's so it's resting between his legs.

Dean unfreezes and hesitates for a moment. He then wraps his arms around the angel and breathes in the scent of Cas. He's too tired to fight what just feels so right. He rubs his cheek against Castiel's hair and closes his eyes, letting his warmth and heartbeat sooth him to sleep.

A.N aww got very sappy towards the end :) hope your still enjoying it. please review xxxxxxx