Author's Note: Finally! More plot!

Disclaimer: Meh.

"Hello, Dean." Dean jumps up and off of the couch where he fell asleep. Cas is sitting on the floor in front of him, head tilted. "It is noon. I was told by Sam that this is when you eat lunch." Dean rubs his forehead and sits up slowly.

"Damnit Cas! Personal space?" He moves back, away from Cas. Cas looks down at the floor.

"My apologies." Cas scoots backwards. Dean suddenly realizes that he isn't supposed to be friendly, and moves silently towards the kitchen. He finds a perfectly made sandwich on the counter. A sticky note with DEAN written on it is attached to the top bun.

"Castiel, did you make this?" Sam would never encourage Dean's laziness. Dean sees Cas nod from the corner of his vision. "Thank you, I guess." Cas beams.

"It was no problem, Dean. I didn't know what you liked, so I put a little bit of everything in there." Dean lifts the top bun gingerly to remove the sticky, and realizes that Cas is not joking. There are stripes of mayonnaise, ketchup, mustard, relish, and, is that hot sauce? running down the sides. From this angle, the sandwich looks more or less unedible. He cringes, and sighs. "My pigeons seems to like it when I put everything on their plates."

"Yes, Castiel, but I am not a pigeon." Dean picks off the stranger elements of the sandwich, leaving just a few simple ingredients. There. Now he can eat it. Cas watches him as he throws half of the sandwich away, and frowns.

"Do you not like it?" Dean turns to look at him, and hurriedly shakes his head.

"It's fine, Cas. You could just be a little simpler next time, that's all." Damn. He called him Cas again. Dean picks up his plate and sits back down on the couch. Splitting his sandwich, he hands half to Cas. "Have you eaten yet, Castiel?" Cas shakes his head, and takes the offered sandwich.

"Thank you." They munch in silence. Dean turns to look at Cas, and their eyes meet. Cas' eyes are very blue. "Is something wrong, Dean?" Cas tilts his head to the side.

"No." Dean stutters, turning away. He suddenly stands up, and walks out of the room. Moments later, he returns with a tan object. "Here." He throws the trench coat at Cas. Since Cas is so bad at catching, the trench coat covers him completely, and he looks like a brown tent.

"What is this?" Cas slowly removes himself from the trench coat. Dean still is not looking at him.

"Gift from me and Sam. Since your other one is so dirty now." Cas looks at the trench coat, then smiles at Dean.

"Thank you, Dean. The pockets are big enough for my pigeons. I'm sure they will love it too." He stands up, trying the coat on.

"This doesn't mean I'm forgiving you for all that you did, or saying any of it is acceptable." Dean warns, but he cannot help but smile at Cas as his arms get swallowed up by the coat.

"Of course not. I understand." Cas replies, solemn.

"And don't get bird crap all over the new coat." Dean jokes. Cas looks a little worried.

"I'm not sure I can control the pigeons to that extent, but I will politely ask them to do their business elsewhere." Cas promises. He takes the coat off, and hangs it by the door.

"And you know what, Castiel is too long, so I'm calling you Cas. Again, this doesn't change anything." Dean feels himself blush. Cas does not seem to notice. They are staring at each other again. Cas' eyes are still very blue.

"Winchester! We got an emergency!" Captain Singer's voice rings out from Dean's pocket. Dean looks away from Cas and pulls out his cell. "The tablet's been stolen."

"What do you mean, stolen? I thought we had that on lockdown?" Dean yells into the phone. Cas backs away.

"Well, apparently some thieves broke in last night. Funny thing is, they weren't Crowley's." Captain Singer says. "A call just went out on the black market. Someone is selling the tablet at an auction tomorrow."

"You want us to go get it?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, but stay quiet about it. If the people figure out you are cops, they are going to run. Just get the tablet." Captain Singer orders. "The kid wants to come."

"What? No!" Dean yells into the phone. Captain Singer is certainly half deaf by now.

"Not my call, Dean. No one else can tell if that tablet is genuine or not. Only he can read it." Captain Singer responds. "If it's any consolation, Ms. Tran won't let her boy go alone. She wants to come also."

"Great. Two civilians with one cop and no backup in a room full of criminals. What could go wrong?" Dean mutters. "Garth is out on that undercover op, so I'm working solo."

"Take Sam. He's trained, right?" Singer asks. "He might be a lawyer, but I taught that kid a thing or two."

"That might work. It's still a risky idea."

"It's all we got. Report to the station immediately to be briefed, and I'll call Sam." Singer orders. "See you in ten."

"Bye Bobby." Dean shoves the phone back into his pocket. "Sorry, Cas, I gotta run. I'll see you later." Cas makes a move like he is about to say something, but does not quite manage to speak. Dean is already pulling on his jacket and reaching for the keys to the Impala. "It must be lonely around here. You could head out, unless you think you might be triggered?" Dean suggests.

"I don't think I will be. Those were… for desperate times." Cas responds. Dean nods, and snaps his gun into place on his holster. "Stay safe, Dean." Cas whispers. Dean does not seems to hear him.

"Why don't you take a walk around the park, Cas? Some fresh air will do you some good." Dean hands Cas his new trench coat. Cas takes it slowly, and wraps it around himself.

"Ok. See you later, Dean."

- Break -

"Hello, Castiel." Cas turns to find a woman in a gray suit walking up to him from behind. He is walking along the dirt path in the park, surrounded by green grass and flowering trees. Some kids are throwing a frisbee around at the foot of the hill. He is still walking down the descent. Cas stops along the path. There is a convenient bench a few steps away, so he motions for the woman to follow, and they sit down. The park is nice, and there is a light breeze blowing. Someone is shouting for their dog. There are a few answering barks.

"Hello. Do I know you?" The woman seems surprised, but she recovers quickly. She brushes back the nonexistent bangs on her forehead.

"Yes. Well, you should. I am an Angel. I worked as the head of the legal department." The woman responds. Cas scoots a few inches away from her.

"I'm sorry. I don't remember much about the Angels. I thought they disbanded" The woman smiles kindly.

"Well, sort of. We are mostly just a bunch of competing groups right now, but there isn't much violence involved. The group itself is pretty silent." Cas knows that is a lie, at least. Dean was talking about the competing Angel factions yesterday. "And it's fine that you don't remember me. I'm sure it must have been a few hard years for you. I just wanted to say hello." She hands him a business card. "Please, if you have any questions, feel free to contact me. I look forward to meeting you again, Castiel." Cas looks down at the business card, and shakes the woman's hand.

"See you again then, Naomi."