By the ending of the evening, Dean and Sam were drunk. Castiel laughed as he compared the two brothers while they were under the influence. Sam was playing the role of the sad drunk, as he whined about being hungry and tired, and swung at the air like a small child having a tantrum.

"Dean always gets the girls. Always. I just don't why they d-don't like me… I'm so much taller!" Sam exclaimed, drifting off balance as he paced around the motel, hiccuping occasionally.

On the other hand, Dean was the touchy drunk, leaving sloppy kisses on Cas' cheek and attempting to grab at his crotch while the angel helped him over to the bed. Castiel would just wipe off his cheek and swat the wondering hand away, chucking at the thought of baby sitting the two of them. He carefully pulled Dean's shirt off, and laid him on the bed, sitting next to him momentarily to caress his cheek while he drifted away.

"Hey…hey Cas." Dean mumbled, barely opening his eyes. He waved his arm around wildly before leaving it at rest on the angel's close hand. "I….I am so in love with you. Y-you know that… right?" His eyes fluttered, and his eyebrows rose, attempting to convey the seriousness behind his drunken words.

The angel merely bobbed his head down and placed a soft kiss on the hunter's forehead, and shushed him.

"I'm in love with you too, Dean." He smiled, and rose to shut off the light. The slow and heavy rising of Dean's chest told Cas that the hunter was asleep. A small part of him longed to undress himself and crawl in next to Dean, curling into the curve of his waist, but he was far too distracted to reward himself with spooning. He instead sat in the other room at the kitchen table and thought about the task at hand while the human's slept.

The sun peeked over the horizon, and entered the apartment, reminding Cas the brother's would be waking soon. He had been sitting there all night, mulling over tactics to stop Raphael, but most importantly, how to keep his human's safe. He had tried for hours to communicate with his allies in Heaven, but each time was met with an eerie silence. His encounter with Dean in the bathroom at the bar, while pleasant, had only been a momentary distraction from his troubled thoughts regarding the death of those angles. Not only had Cas known them, but they had been loyal to him, they had followed him. For hours upon hours Castiel had been sitting in the dark and devouring his own mind with guilt.

Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of discomfort took the angel over, causing him to turn to Dean's bedroom door. He pictured his human sleeping peacefully, but unknowingly surrounded by danger. He ran forward throwing himself into the room, only to be met with the ominous image of two tall men standing over Dean while he obliviously slept.

"Castiel…" spoke one of the men softly, without turning around. "I will never come to understand your decision. You disobeyed Heaven, for this?" Both of the men were angels, followers of Raphael. "Human's are so weak."

Cas stared at him, frozen in place. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his body trembled slightly as the two men stood between him and Dean. Never before had he felt so much fear, fear that he would fail at protecting the person he loved most. He peered past the two men, and saw Dean's strong arms wrapped around the pillow next to him, his mouth curled up in a subtle smile. In that moment, all Cas could think was how envious he was of that pillow, longing to be curled up next to him human.

He snapped back into reality, taking a cautious step toward the backs of the two angels, watching them carefully at the risk of them hurting Dean.

"D-don't you dare touch him." Castiel said sternly, causing the angel who spoke to turn around with frown of confusion across his face. His eyes were empty, and his body was rigid. He said nothing, and merely outstretched a thin finger in the direction of the sleeping hunter.

Castiel lept forward, sinking his angel blade into the back of the other intruding angel. He had no time to let out a scream as white light glowed from his eye sockets, and then disappeared. "I warned you." Castiel said, anger evident in his tone.

The other angel let out a cold chuckle, and placed his hand down by his side once again. "What have you become, brother. You have given up your family, and your home, for this?" he questioned gesturing toward Dean. "These humans, are pathetic. Leave them, and return to us. Follow Raphael." The angel spoke in a tone akin to a hypnotist, but Castiel knew he never had this choice. He never had the choice of turning his back on Dean.

Cas looked down at the sleeping human, not yet waken due to his hangover induced safety blanket. He couldn't help but smile as he kept track of each heavy breath of the hunter. His expression transitioned from adoration, to a bitter sternness as he met the eyes of the other angel. "I will never leave him," he said definitively.

"Very well," the angel spoke, his eyes sans emotion. "We will be coming for you." He looked toward Dean, and then back at Castiel. He acknowledged that their relationship had overstepped the bounds of normalcy. "Raphael will be very interested to here about this." He snapped his fingers, and he vanished.

Castiel immediately ran to the bed, crawling on top of Dean and covering his jaw and cheeks with kisses until he awoke in a sleepy haze.

"Cas?" he let out a warm chuckle as he grabbed the face of the angel and mirrored his kisses. "What are you doing?" he asked with a genuine smile, and a flush in his cheeks.

"I love you so much Dean. I promise to not let anything hurt you. Okay? I promise." Castiel spoke with a hint of desperation. His kisses became slower and softer, but his hand still firmly grasped at Dean's shoulder.

Dean's grasped Cas' chin to cease the kisses and his eyes turned solemn. "You don't need to promise me anything."

"I know, but- i just- I love you." Castiel's voice cracked, and he bent down to leave a loving kiss on the hunter's chapped lips.

"I love you too, babe. Now get off me, I need some coffee."

Cas rolled off the bed with a grumble, watched the hunter pull on a shirt, and reached out to grab his hand. He decided not to tell Dean of the intrusion, not wanting to worry him out of his current carefree attitude. The two of them walked toward the kitchen together, laughing at Sammy who laid face down on the floor, a pool of spit forming around his open mouth. Cas pulled himself up to sit on the counter, and listened to Dean whistle a joyful tune as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Dean wedged himself between the legs of the angel, and cupped his jaw in order to press their lips together. He stared up into the shiny blue eyes of his angel as he whispered. "I am the luckiest guy on Earth."

Castiel flinched at the familiarity of the words, but recognized the truth with which he spoke, something that lacked when he had spoken them to someone else. The angel bushed red and draped his arms around the hunter, pulling him closer, and wrapping his legs around his waist.

Before the passion could rise, the sound of their kisses was met with a hurried knock on the door. Dean pulled his lips away with a annoyed groan.

Hey Sammy, can you get that?" Dean called toward his brother, but was answered with merely a drunken snore.

"Goddammit. Always fucking interrupted." He said, rolling his eyes, and pecked his lips against Cas' nose.

He walked toward the door, scratching the back of his head. He pulled on the handle irritatedly.

"It's seven o'clock, assho-" Dean exclaimed, stopping when he caught sight of who stood there. He froze, and his eyes widened, blinking to make positive he wasn't dreaming.

Cas still sat on the counter, but noticed the sudden change in Dean's demeanor. He swung his legs off curiously, and shifted his body to get a look of who stood facing Dean on the other side of the doorframe.

There he found a woman with dark hair, and olive skin. Her face was covered with a look of relief as she set her eyes on the hunter.

It was Lisa.