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"Since you and mom have church tomorrow, did you want to just crash here again?" Dean asks.

Cas was resting his head on Dean's lap as they watched cartoons on low volume. Mary had taken Sam to the grocery store to give Cas some solitude while his hang over cleared up, so it was just the two of them.

"I do not have anything here," Castiel states gravely.

"We could go grab some stuff in a bit," Dean starts, Cas looking up at him with a look that seems to say 'but that requires moving.' "Or I could just go," he laughs running his hand through Ca's hair.

"My keys are in my jeans," Cas tells him before snuggling pack to watch the TV.

A couple hours later, Cas is passed out snoring quietly when Mary comes back with the groceries; Dean somehow Indiana Joneses Cas' head onto a pillow as he slips out to go help his mom bring stuff in.

"Sam went to his friends house," Mary tells him, when he notices his brother's absence. "Cas feeling any better?" She asks as they start putting the items away in the kitchen.

"I think he so, he's taking a nap," He tells her. "Is it cool if he stays over?" Dean asks. "Since you have church tomorrow," He adds.

"Of course, sweetie," She smiles at him. "You going to join us?" Mary asks hopefully.

"Ya, um, sure." Dean sighs, "I'm going to run to Cas's real quick," He tells her. "Get some of his things."

"Ok, hurry back," She tells him as he heads to the stairs to get Cas's keys. "Your father and I are going out tonight," Mary adds.

Dean heads over to Cas's and takes a minute to stand there awkwardly trying to figure out what to grab. He finds Cas's arm sack and heads to his bedroom. He goes towards the closet, realizing just how messy they had let Castiel's normally orderly room get as he steps over clothes and other things. He finds a black dress shirt in the closet and then searches around for the navy colored tie, he finds it on the bed post as the memory of how it got there flashes in his mind.

He heads to the bathroom to grab Cas's tooth brush when there is a knock at the door. Dean walks towards the front, dropping the bag on the sofa and pausing to check the peep hole. To his chagrin it was Balthazar. He waited a moment trying to decide whether or not to answer the door.

"Come on, Cassy darling." Balthazar calls knocking on the door again.

Dean's face falls with miss placed jealous as he decides to open the door. He quickly pulls off his shirt tossing it back on the couch and yanks the door open, catching the other man with his fist raised to knock again with a surprised look on his face.

"Oh, hey," Dean says slowly pretending to remember the bastards name. "Baty right?" He smirks.

Balthazar ignores the remark trying to peak around Dean to find Castiel, "Ya, listen mate is Castiel in?" He asks taking in Dean's state of dress.

"No," Dean sighs eyeing him with suspicion. "I can give him a message though," he smiles.

"It's kind of urgent mate."

"Well he ain't here, won't be for a while," He says, losing patience.

"Right," Balthazar looks down catching the hint, "Just tell him to answer his phone, ya."

"Will do," Dean nods starting to close the door.

"Cheers," Balthazar says as he turns and leaves.

Dean wasn't sure what that was about, but the dude seemed nervous. He through his shirt back on and grabbed Cas's tooth brush tossing it in the bag and doing a cursory glance to make sure he got everything. He leaves, locking the door behind him and jogging back to the car.

He makes it back home to find Cas still sleeping, spread out on the couch with his mouth slightly parted. Dean watches him for a moment before running the stuff back up to his room and checking Castiel's pants for his cell phone he debates checking the messages, but he doesn't want to be that kind of boyfriend. He hears his dad come home and Mary greeting him, his voice carrying up the stairs.

"Why is Dean's," John pauses awkwardly, "What is the boy doing sleeping on my couch?" Dean rolls his eyes as he hurry's down stairs his mom placating his father.

"Hey dad," Dean greets, as he passes him on the stairs.

John just grunts heading up to shower and change for his date with Mary. He finds his mom sitting on the chair in the living room reading and was wearing a sky blue halter dress.

"Hey mom," Dean whispers sitting on the arm of the sofa. "You look, great!"

"Thank you, sweetie," She smiles at him.

"What are you guys doing tonight?"

"We're meeting the Dwyer's for dinner at that new restraint by the movie theater."

"Sounds fun," Dean nods.

"Sam should be home by six and I'll leave some money for pizza," Mary tells him. "Make sure you make a salad though," She adds with a knowing look as Dean makes a face.

"Fine."

John and Mary leave a little later and Dean decides to wake up Cas to tell him about Balthazar's message. He kneels in front of the sofa and rubs his hand over Cas's arm, "Cas." He drops a kiss on to his forehead as Cas blinks awake.

"Hello," Castiel rasps his voice rough from disuse.

"Hey," he smiles. "Think you might want to get up?"

Cas nods stretching out on the couch before sitting up.

"I grabbed some stuff for you, so you can crash here." Dean tells him.

"Thank you, Dean."

"Oh, and Balthazar stopped by he says to answer your phone," He hands Cas his phone watching as Cas checks it.

Cas nods rising and heading for the back porch to smoke, as he checks his messages, frowning. Dean gives him some privacy, but peaks out when he hears Castiel talking in an angry voice.

"I do have it," Castiel says into the phone as he paces back and forth. "That was not part of the original deal." His voice is low and dangerous before he listens to whatever the other person is saying. "I do not care, you can't just change the terms…No… I do not answer to you."

Dean keeps listening not like where the conversation is heading, but wishing he could hear the other side of it as well.

"Is that a threat?" Castiel asks, his eyes hard as he listens again. "I understand…Does Crowley know about this?" He flicks his finished cigarette. "I see…I'll take care of it." Cas sighs, Dean seeing the tension in his set shoulders. "I said I'd take care of it, Balthazar." He hears Cas grit out hanging up the phone and lighting another cigarette.

Dean moves away from the door and sits back on the couch running over the facts, in his mind. This doesn't sound good, Balthazar seemed nervous earlier, which he figures probably takes a lot for that to happen. Plus Cas had mentioned Crowley and Dean knew he was bad news, no matter how you sliced it. He just hoped Castiel would tell if something was up.

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