Dean's eyes shot open and he was trembling, a thin line of sweat on his brow. He looked over wide eyed but Castiel wasn't there, he bolted up to find the motel exactly as it was earlier - beer bottles littered the floor with the malt whisky bottle discarded among the rest of the trash. 'Wasthatreal?'It was still raining out and he shut his eyes trying to work out what had just happened and if it had happened. The door opened. Castiel wondered in looking a little distressed he had barely noticed Dean being awake and it took him a while before he breathed a 'good morning'. Castiel had been searching for some answers…

'Is it possible for an angel and a human to share a dream? I know I may visit humans in their dreams as I have done many a time before yet sharing a dream is different. I know not whether it was Dean or I that initiated the sequence of events that affected us so. I've heard that if the faith is strong enough they can communicate wholly upon what the humans call 'physic ability' but delving into subconscious realms, is that possible? Is it dangerous? I know that he senses my presence and even when I hide myself from him he looks over his shoulder and looks through me. If this is possible Deans faith in me is stronger than I would have ever imagined. I did not suspect could damage our relationship and distinctive roles as angel and humanwe must never forget what we are. I can not confide in any other but you my Lord, I beg of you to answer my question. Can angels and humans share dreams? I do not want Dean to fear me. Even when he does not call I will be the angel on his shoulder. I ask of you, a sign, a message or a simple order. Will you honour me with your Grace and knowledge? My Lord…'

Neither Dean nor Castiel made comment to their dream though it was evident that neither had forgotten what they had experienced in the subconscious realm. Castiel had run Dean through the previous nights events before they slept and explained how he had 'gotten called back to heaven', a perfect alibi for his disappearance in the early morn.

Dean was adamant that Castiel knew something of his dream yet he feared asking. He never was one for embarrassment he'd rather be beheading vampires or exorcising demons. And the most frightening and alarming part was 'I enjoyed it'he clenched his fists. After Castiel's run down of last nights series of drunken events Dean hit the shower; a cold shower.

Castiel heard the water turn on and he sat down. He had experienced pleasures that he had never dreamed of. 'Anna was right about these feelings though I am still uneducated in emotional stances'. Castiel poured himself a drink and knocked it back – a mannerism he'd acquired from Dean. His senses where still sensitive from his dream almost like it had happened in reality… a long hair brushed itself across his neck and it tickled causing him to rub the area. He smiled. Dean had affected him in so many ways and he never once truly felt 'regret' towards anything he had given up for the eldest Winchester. He would do anything to protect his friends they had become his weak spot but he could never tell them this. Guilt knotted in this gut. He knocked another glass back. He became lost in thought...

After Dean had showered he'd completely forgotten to take some clean clothes to the bathroom with him in his rush to remove himself from the same room as the angel. He couldn't keep his eyes of Castiel, hell he felt his cheeks glow every time they made eye contact. He sincerely hoped that Castiel's lack of knowledge on human emotion and body language would dampen any curiosity the angel could display. But as Dean had learnt if you can't do something the easy way, go confident the hard way and with that he left the bathroom with nothing but his towel on.

As he strolled back into the room with his newly found 'strut' he found Castiel transfixed in his 'confused' stance.

"I don't understand?" Castiel questioned, "I didn't think they were classed as formal dress wear, are they coming back into fashion?"
"What? A guy can't wear a towel in his own motel room" Dean expressed raising an eyebrow at Castiel.
'Ohh' Castiel sighed; this was not helping his situation. Whatever he dreamed tonight was going to be heavily influenced. He prayed to God that his dreams where not shared with the man that stood before him – wholly unaware of his shifting gaze.
Or so he thought…
No response met Dean but he could feel the hot trail of Castiel's eyes flitting across his body. Oddly, he felt rather proud and puffed up his chest a little. 'Yeah you still got it Dean, Dude or not you're still one sexy son of a bitch'. He grinned and 'carefully' began to dress.

'Hmm, I would much rather have towels back in fashion…' Castiel thought looking away in disgust. 'How dare he dress himself. Oh great, now I have another new emotion to deal with, how do these creatures deal with these 'things'...' he wondered.

"Earth to Cas, dude, you want a drink? It's 6pm somewhere!" Dean grinned holding what was left of their 'liquor store'.