The next morning, three things broke.

The first was the rain, giving way to bright sunshine.

The second was Castiel… I mean, Cas' fever.

And the third was me, in to a smile, upon seeing such absolutely wonderful luck.

I knew Castiel felt better when I woke up, first cursing myself for falling asleep, then frantically looking around to see Castiel was NOT in the tent, although his coat still was in the corner, slightly rumpled.

In my defense, it had been a very comfortable pillow.

But when I poked my head out, I saw Castiel's bare back outside, sitting out in the dew and letting the sun rain down on him. His shirt and a few other wet clothes from our bag were laying out in the sun nearby him.

"Casti-," I paused, remembering his request. "Cas?" I asked. He turned, looking over at me, and smiled.

"It stopped raining." He said. I smiled back at him, absolutely enjoying the simplicity of the scene before me.

"Yeah, it did." I agreed. I ducked back in the tent for a minute to grab his coat, and went slowly to sit with him outside, almost as if he were a deer or something that I feared scaring off.

Castiel still wore his pants, thank GOD. Once I saw that, I moved towards him much easier, and laid out his coat in the sun along with my own hoodie I had. Afterwards, I moved to check his temperature.

No fever.

Absolutely none whatsoever.

Satisfied, I sat beside him, enjoying the sun myself. "Did I," he almost looked embarrassed when I glanced over at him. "Did I do the right thing?"

"Yeah, Cas." I nodded for emphasis. "It was a really smart idea." He looked so relieved by the affirmation.

I didn't bother to mention that it wasn't normal for a guy to just lay his shirt out unless he was alone. He just seemed so… I honestly think the word is stoked. So absolutely stoked that he had done something right.

"Thank you for the card." I said a few moments later, and I saw Castiel get shy again.

"Thank you for your forgiveness." He responded. I laid out in the grass, relaxing just a little bit while Castiel continued to sit, hands back behind him in support.

We both just… were there, in those moments. We weren't worrying about angels or demons or sickness, but instead just enjoyed the moments of peace out in the forest, under a sun we hadn't seen in a few days.

It's an odd way to describe it, but for the first time I felt like I really was there, solid, in the moments and scenery and space and thoughts and whole world that was around me, around us.

And by whoever, it was one of the most freeing feelings in the world.

"I like this." Castiel stated. I turned my head to face him, and saw he was tilted slightly towards me as he spoke. I most definitely did not stare, nor even glance, at his abs as I spoke with him. Like a true lady, I kept my eyes right on his.

"I do too."

"Are you still… Unhappy?"

"It takes too much effort to keep being unhappy with a person." I explained. "It makes you tired and more irritable and really doesn't help in improving a situation. So no," I looked back up at the scenery before us. "I'm not unhappy. Not anymore."

"Then I like this even more." His voice was decisive, and I could hear his own gaze return to what was in front of us.

"Why's that?"

"Because you are here with me," I looked back over at him to see him still sitting there, eyes closed and letting his face bask in the sunlight. "And you are happy, as am I." He stopped, turning to look at me and face me and see me, and there it was again.

That smile.

The one that would, under normal circumstances, not even make me question whether he was human or not.

But then again, he was human now, wasn't he? He wasn't an angel, most certainly. Angels don't get sick. Angels don't bask in the sunlight.

But angels do look that… Heavenly, I guess. An innocence mixed in with absolute beauty, if that makes any sense.

It did to me as I watched him. Painters would probably kill for the view I had right now.

"You're staring at me." He stated. I snapped out of my reverie to see him looking back at me, confused. "Is there something wrong? Is there an insect on me?" He started looking around his torso to try and find the invisible, nonexistant bug.

"No, no, there's nothing." I said quickly. "I was just… Thinking."

"What about?" He inquired, looking back at me. I almost got lost again, just in… Well… The portrait I could see in my mind. I was a shit artist, but man, if I could paint…

"Nothing important." I lied. He was important, after all. But I couldn't tell him what I was thinking. That would be just a little odd, even to an ex-angel figuring out how to be human.

"Alright, then." He said, believing me. I went back to laying on the ground, looking up at the bits of sky and sun covered by leaves above me.

I thought about it, thought about why I'd been so angry with him, when looking at him now all I could see was a person that I was happy to be with, at this moment. Someone who'd been thoughtful, who'd been kind, who'd gotten up early to lay out clothes, but hadn't woken me up because he cared, more than likely.

He was an adult, and a consenting adult. I had no right to be angry or hurt by his decision; by…. April.

April who was dead, by the way. And who more than likely wouldn't be coming back.

Not like I had.

I closed my own eyes to bask in the light. I was happy. I wasn't going to let those thoughts poison my good mood. I was just going to enjoy this moment, while it still existed. It was hard to be angry when it took that much effort, like I was continually pushing on a rock that just wouldn't go up.

And then there was Castiel, breaking that rock somehow, just by being there and being… HIM.

Man, wouldn't Sisyphus wish he had his own Castiel?

I was happy to have him here, have him alive, and have him healthy.

For the first time since I came back, I was quite simply just… Happy.