Ahem, so I had the idea of this chapter a couple of days ago, and it kind of needs a warning. Not too much of one, because I'm rubbish at that sort of writing, but if you're not a Destiel fan, you may want to stay away. Although hopefully you read, because I'm not quite taking the same angle on it as most do. Please review after reading, I would love to know what people think does and doesn't work within the story!

Dean and Sam made it back to the bunker with no trouble. But while Sam seemed relaxed when he realised they were all safe, Dean seemed even more stressed than when they were on the road. He checked all over the bunker, peering out the front door, making sure everything was locked, before hurrying into Siobhan's room. She was asleep in bed, cuddling Bear, and Castiel stood over her, watching her.

'Is she okay?' Dean asked from the doorway, his voice still urgent.

'Should she not be?' Castiel asked without turning around.

'Sam texted you-'

'The writing on the phone you gave me?'

Dean groaned. He'd tried to explain how text messages worked more than once, but Castiel still had trouble with the concept.

'Did you want to move out of the bunker? Other hunters in the area can't be good news.'

'We'll stay here. Safest place on earth, right?' Dean walked into the room finally, standing beside the angel, oblivious to Sam creeping up to the doorway. 'What exactly does she know?'

'I've told her nothing of the hunters. I had to teach her about the other angels, how heaven works, where she fits into it all.'

Dean crossed his arms, bringing one hand up to chew on a fingernail. Castiel noticed the movement, and fought the urge to put his hand on Dean's shoulder. It would be such a small gesture, but Dean would still resist it, based on some rule that Castiel could never fathom.

'Is Bear awake?' Dean broke the silence. They both looked to the Bear, whose glassy eyes could never close. Dean had never questioned whether the bear could sleep or not, but he would hate for his daughter to find out she was in danger by a stuffed toy. It was his job to tell her, and to protect her, and it was a job he took seriously.

'Bear?' Castiel asked as loudly as he dared, without waking the little girl cuddling up to it. The bear didn't move.

'What exactly does Bear even know about the other hunters?' Sam asked from the doorframe. Dean and Castiel turned around quickly, both with slightly guilty looks on their faces. Sam didn't see why, since they were both just talking about the safety of Siobhan, but then he reasoned, they were probably guilty for forgetting about him. He had a sudden vision of the three of them – and Bear – increasingly leaving him out of things. For some reason, that thought particularly hurt.

'We need to talk somewhere else. Bear, if you are awake, keep an eye on Siobhan. Anything weird goes down, you let us know.' Dean took charge, as he always did.

He led the way out of Siobhan's room, and Castiel pulled the door closed before following Dean and Sam out down the hallway, into the nearest empty room.

'So, what's the plan?' Sam asked as soon as they were in there. Dean sat on the desk in the room, facing his brother and his angel.

'We stay in here for a few days, we've got enough food to last. In a few days, we go out, see what's going on with those guys. We don't give anything away to Siobhan, we let her have some normal time while we still can. But we all keep an eye on her. If they find her, if they work out a way to get in that we haven't found yet,'

Dean didn't seem to be able to go on. And this time, Castiel couldn't help himself from reaching a hand out to reassure Dean.

'We'll be ready, Dean.' Castiel looked at Sam, hinting that he should take his turn reassuring his brother.

'Yeah, Dean. I mean, she's a little annoying sometimes, but I know how much she means to you.'

Dean nodded slowly, and then stood up, walking across the room.

'I'm going to bed.'

Dean was tossing and turning in his bed. Castiel stood in the corner of the room, invisible, watching him. He could tell Dean was having a nightmare, but he was frozen in indecision about what to do. Dean's nightmares happened infrequently, but Castiel knew there were a few ways they could go. He could shove Castiel away in the throes of the dream, or actually swipe out to hit him. Sometimes, Dean cuddled him close, only letting him go when the nightmare was over. Whatever happened, when Dean came to, he was ashamed, barely looking Castiel in the eye in the morning. Castiel wasn't sure what to make of it, why Dean would be so embarrassed around him.

'Cas, Cas,' Dean's voice was low, urgent, clogged with sleep. Castiel pretended to flash in, creeping closer to the bed. Dean sat up slightly, looking around blearily. So Dean had woken up. He gestured for Castiel to come closer, and Castiel did hesitantly. This had only happened maybe once or twice before, that Dean had woken from his dream and called for him, like a security blanket, in the night. Those times were the most confusing.

Dean wouldn't stop beckoning Castiel over until Castiel was perched on the edge of the bed, up close to Dean.

'I'm here,' Castiel reassured him. Dean reached over and grabbed his arm.

'I know,' and slowly, Dean pulled Castiel closer, lying back on the bed as he did, tugging Castiel until he was on top of him. Just like the last time.

'Dean,' Castiel hissed through his teeth, as Dean continued tugging at him, to crawl further up the bed, to get under the covers with him, to lose his clothes.

The first time this had happened, Castiel had been more enthusiastic. Grateful that suddenly, Dean seemed to be accepting their bond again, was craving the physical feeling with Castiel as much as Castiel craved it with him. His clothes had practically flown off, his trenchcoat knocking over the lamp in the motel they were in at the time, a few miles from Cassandra's house. Siobhan was only a few hours old, and Castiel had hoped it was the joy of their new baby that had made Dean let his guard down. It had been different to the times when Castiel was in Cassandra, and much worse in the morning, when Dean barely said a word to him.

And so now, Castiel was more reluctant. But Dean was insistent, using Castiel's tie to pull him closer, pressing his lips to Castiel's. And sure, Castiel was an angel, but he was weak when it came to Dean. He gave in, kissing Dean back just as ferociously. And he let Dean shed the trenchcoat, and the shirt underneath, as he felt Dean's temperature rising.

'Cas,' Dean kept muttering, wringing under Castiel, his hands sliding over Castiel's skin. And Castiel went along with it all, until Dean grabbed hold of his hand, and started angling it down his underpants. This had all happened That Time too, and Castiel still hurt from it.

'No, Dean.' Castiel sounded more in control than he felt.

'Please, Cas,' Dean mumbled, and Castiel considered making Dean go back to sleep, just so he didn't have to feel so conflicted. Yes, he wanted Dean badly, had been missing even a hint of this, but he didn't want what he knew what happen after. It wasn't worth it, to touch Dean where he wanted, to follow Dean's orders to suck, to kiss, to turn around, to stay quiet. Not if Dean was just going to blank him for a week afterwards.

But then Dean rolled him over, straddled him, his chest pushing down on the angel, and his hands working on Castiel's pants. His breathing was erratic, but every move was calculated. Castiel saw his only chance to break the pattern.

'Dean, please, don't ignore me.'

Dean paused for a moment, looking down at Castiel through the darkness.

'I won't,' he promised, bending back over Castiel, going in for the kill. And Castiel thought he heard – or maybe Dean just thought it, and the thought broke through all Dean's normal defenses – Dean whisper, barely more than a breath. 'I love you, Cas.'

And Castiel pulled him down, on top of him, and allowed Dean to do whatever the hell he wanted.

Castiel spent the night in Dean's bed, watching him sleep, keeping an ear tuned to the room next door, where Siobhan was asleep. Dean barely stirred until the morning, and Castiel was content to just watch him sleep, propped on an arm, lying right beside Dean.

When Dean's eyes opened, they zeroed straight in on Castiel. He seemed to start, before settling back on the bed.

'Have you checked on her?' Dean asked first.

'I've been listening. She was asleep until half an hour ago, when she started singing songs with Bear. They sound like the songs you play in the car.'

Dean grinned lazily, stretching an arm out and under his pillow. 'Atta girl.' He smiled up at Castiel, who felt that stupid hope stirring in his chest again. 'We should let her fly for a little today. Give her some freedom while we can.'

'I don't think that's wise Dean.'

Dean shrugged, and rolled out of bed. Castiel tried to fight the urge to watch Dean cross the room, completely naked. He failed. But Dean didn't seem to notice as he pulled on new clothes, casting half a glance over at Castiel.

'Cas? Put some clothes on. Sam's not ready for that, yet.'

Castiel smiled, and started wriggling out of the bed, pausing as Dean chucked a shirt over his head.

'Wear some of my stuff. We'll make Sam do some laundry.'

So Castiel pulled the shirt on, and the other clothes that Dean chucked his way, and followed him to the room next door, to check in on their daughter.