Cas sat on the bed. He poked Dean's mattress. "I like this bed." Dean grinned. "It's memory foam." He sat beside Cas. Despite how messed up everything was right now, he was glad to at least have him here.

"So, what is on your mind, Dean?"

Dean sighed. "Everything. I've really screwed up, Cas. I let the angel in because I thought it was the right thing to do, and it nearly got Sam killed…" Dean's face scrunched up. "Funny, I'd have thought Zeke would've stopped Sam from shooting Crowley up with angel blood…

"Anyway, now I don't know where Sam's head is with Crowley. I mean, I'd be cool with Sam finding someone. God knows he's earned it. But… I don't know. I still can't totally trust Crowley, or…"

"Or what, Dean?"

"Sam's judgement. Or mine, really. I mean, when's the last time either of us have made a good decision? That's our curse: we make stupid decisions and everyone we love dies." Dean briefly looked Cas in the eyes at the last part. "I just… Don't want Crowley to screw us over or Sam to get hurt…"

"Well, Dean, they are not together. Crowley tells me Sam has been confusing. And that he was more or less accidentally drugged when he tried kissing him tonight…"

"Yeah, THAT makes me feel better…"

"Dean… I know you worry about Sam. So do I. But as Sam's friend, and yours, I feel you need to loosen your grip on him. And maybe give Crowley a chance…"

"But…"

"If you could give me and Sam second chances every time we've fallen, I'm sure you could give Crowley one…" Castiel said with a yawn. The man looked dead tired.

"Why don't you crash in my room tonight, Cas? You don't look like you can make the trek to your room. Just kick your shoes off…"

Cas complied and curled up on the bed. Dean changed into his sleepwear and laid down beside Cas. "Good night, Dean." Cas said, and drifted to sleep.

Dean looked at Cas. He couldn't help but smile. Funny how far their relationship had come from stabbing him in a shed five years ago. He sighed. Maybe Cas had a point. He was probably being too hasty.

And who knew? Maybe, if Crowley did care about his brother so much and want to change, it would work out as well as it did for him and Cas…

"Did a really just think that?" Dean whispered to himself. Maybe he and Crowley (and possibly Sam) had more in common than he thought…