"Ugh. Sammy, roll over. I told you dad checked the room for monsters last night, you don't have to lay on me."
"I am not Sammy and you are being a nuisance with your incessant morning rambles- OOF!" Castiel was suddenly laying on the floor with a knife to his throat.
Once Dean saw who was cuddling against him, he stopped threatening the angel. "Sorry, Cas." He held out a hand to the angel. "Why were you sleeping in my bed?"
Castiel accepted the hand out of courtesy, even though he was perfectly capable of standing on his own. "Do you not remember the events that transpired last night?" Castiel asked, head tilt and all.
"No? Was I drunk? I feel a lot better so- oh. Oh no. Shit!" He said, realization dawning.
"We did not have sex, Dean." Castiel said calmly. "You insulted my father and my mouth took it out on yours. In fact, there is bruising and I think a few cracks- here, allow me." Castiel gently placed a tap on Dean's forehead.
Dean felt instantly better. Not just health wise, but mentally. He would never admit it, but something made him feel better whenever Castiel gave him his love-taps. That's what Dean called them, anyway. Healing taps he gave to people to show them he cared.
Dean wasn't sure if everyone felt that way when being touched by an angel, or if it was because of the angel hickies Cas had already left, or because they were soul mates, but Dean really liked when Cas healed him. Something felt right, feeling Castiel's grace seep into him, feel it prod at various parts of his body, checking for injuries, and then lapping at it's findings to heal. It made him feel safe, content. Something about having Castiel's grace flowing between them, connecting them, felt right.
"Dean?" Castiel asked, concerned.
Dean had zoned out to concentrate on the feelings brought on by the angel's love-tap. "Hmm? Oh yeah. Just- don't let it happen again." Dean said, not really paying attention.
"Dean, Cas, we got something." Sam said, popping his head in.
When he an Bobby were at the bar last night, trying to give Castiel and Dean some privacy, a figure had popped in-one they knew to be the trickster. Sam reached for his demon knife.
"I wouldn't do that, Sammy." Gabriel said, smiling and clapped Sam on the back.
"What do you want?" Sam said.
"Here's the thing, my little brother Cassie, you know the one, called me for help on convincing Dean to let my little brother have his way with him, and I did. Then Dean got horny, insulted our father, I broke some windows, and Castiel kissed Dean. Not just any kiss. Their souls have been searching for eachother for weeks without satisfaction, if you get my drift." Gabriel winked. "So when they collided forcefully, with emotion, it momentarily extinguished their consciousness and their souls mingled together while they had the chance, while they were in close proximity."
"Why are you telling us this?" Bobby asked.
"I just thought you might want to know its safe to go home now and that you shouldn't be alarmed when you get home and Castiel, an angel who isn't supposed to sleep, is collapsed on top of an equally unconscious Dean. Also, Bobby, you might want to invest in some windows. Winter is coming." Gabriel paused, "and maybe some new light bulbs. And a new door frame- in fact, why don't you just redo that whole room?" Gabriel waved, and then he was gone.
There was a horde of demons terrorizing a small town in Kentucky. Sam knew, from what Gabriel said, that Dean and Castiel were energized enough to help out.
Dean, however, was restless. Castiel said he needed to check in with heaven, and that he would meet them there. Dean told himself that being separated from Castiel was not the reason for his unease, but his stomach tightened in unease when he thought of something going wrong in their hunt tonight.
Dean pulled over on the side of the road and got out. He paced around a bit before Sam got out as well. "Dean? What's going on? We need to get back on the road."
Dean got an idea. "Sam, punch me in the face."
"What? Dean come on, stop messing around."
"Come on, just once."
"What are you even talking about?"
"Punch me in the face! Did you not hear me?"
"I always hear 'punch me in the face' when you speak, but its usually just subtext. Now let's go." Sam said, turning around.
"Oh, for God's sake!' Dean spun Sam around and punched him.
When Sam and Dean arrived in Louisville, Kentucky, Castiel was already there.
"Dean! What happened?" Castiel said worriedly.
"Cas, it hurts real bad. I need some of your mojo." Dean said, playing up his injuries. It was just a shiner, and he'd had worse. He was used to Sam's punches, and he kind of hit like a girl anyway. But he needed a love tap to settle his unease.
And boy, did Castiel deliver.
"What happened?" Castiel said, once his magic fingers where back by his sides.
"Oh, nothing. Just some brotherly disagreement. I was trying to listen to good music and Sam wanted to listen to Justin Beaver or something."
To say Sam looked affronted was an understatement. However, Sam wasn't stupid. He could but two and two together.
Dean demanding to be hit, plus making it seem worse than it was, plus begging for Castiel's help for a bruise, equalled a very love struck brother.
So Sam allowed Dean's accusation to slide. Thank God Castiel didn't actually know who Justin Bieber was.
"So, are you guys ready to kick some demonic ass?" Dean said, apparently energized and healthy once more. It must have been a soul pair thing, Sam thought. I never look that chipper after being healed by an angel.
Castiel dramatically threw open the doors and they entered.
Seriously? Why couldn't my brother find someone with a little less flame?
(A/N: Yes, that was a quote from BBC's "Sherlock". I don't own that either.)