A/N: I'm sorry for the delay guys. a big thunderstorm knocked out my internet. Here you go, have some feels and shit hitting the fan. Reviews are lovely. Enjoy!

Sam woke up and started his normal routine. Shower, interrogate Crowley, and then made his way out the door for his morning jog. He made his way through the library to throw away another one of Crowley's obscene masterpieces (this one was a picture of Sam with a corset and thigh-high boots pole dancing for a herd of moose.) when he noticed on the table that he left his books and notes n the table. He remembered how Kevin's tablet translations looked so familiar, yet he couldn't quite figure out where he's seen it before. Sam was positive it was an old Native American language, but he couldn't remember how he even came to that conclusion. His thoughts were interrupted by a small snore on the couch behind him. He turned to see his brother and the former angel sleeping on opposite ends of the couch. Cas had his head one armrest, and Dean's head was on another. Sam's laptop balancing on Dean's leg falling toward the center of the couch. Sam chuckled at the sight. He remembered the night before. Alex and Charlie were the first ones to retreat to bed. Sam had followed them about a half an hour later leaving Cas and Dean in the library as they were apartment hunting for Cas. Sam figured they fell asleep doing so, because he caught a glimpse of a craigslist ad for an apartment in southwestern Ohio on the computer when he went to save it from falling off Dean's lap should he roll over in mid-sleep. He closed the laptop and sat it on the end table beside the couch closest to his brother as he gave one last look at the sleeping pair. It's only a matter of time now, he thought to himself as he headed up the stairs and out of the bunker.

As Sam closed the bunker door behind him, the silence in the room was broken with a creak of the heavy door's hinges and a loud bang as soon it was shut, causing the two men on the couch to be awoken very suddenly. Dean woke up a little more violently, which was second nature to the man who would have to be awake whenever something made noise, because from past experience that meant there was a monster after him. Cas was slower to awake, for he never really had the chance to develop that hunter's instinct. Both the men sat up and surveyed their surroundings. After realizing where they were and what their fatigue from the previous night had interrupted, Dean picked up the laptop and dragged his finger along the track pad, making the screensaver disappear and looking at the apartment ad. Cas glanced over and seeing that the hunter was wanting to continue where they left off, he scooted closer to Dean so he can look at the screen as well.

"So we did decide on the Yellow Springs apartment last night right?" Dean asked the former angel, breaking the silence.

Cas looked down at his feet, trying to hide the disappointment on his face. "Yes I believe so."

Dean looked sternly at the angel, his face betraying no emotion, but inside, the hunter was hurting too. "Well in a couple hours we'll give the landlord a call to set something up."

Cas looked up at the older Winchester, his eyes wide and sad-looking. "Dean?"

"Yeah Cas?" replied the hunter, his green eyes finding the blue.

Cas lost himself in the man's eyes, thinking about where to begin. He thought about what Charlie said to him last night. She had helped him identify his feelings to Dean, but he wished he had time to ask how to go about bring it up, especially since the former angel believed that there was a higher chance that Dean did not return his affections. He figured it was safer to start plainly. "Dean I do not want to leave."

Dean took a deep breath, his mind trying to find an appropriate response. Dean thought about what he and Alex talked about on the way to get pizza. Dean did not want to regret not telling Cas about his feelings toward him before he went away. Through all the miserable things that Dean had lived through during his career as a hunter, Cas really made him happy. Dean didn't want to live in denial anymore because Alex was right; it is no way to live. Dean wished to tell Cas everything, but he wasn't quite ready to go all chick-flick on the guy. Besides, Cas may not return his feelings, and that scared the hell out of the hunter. Dean pondered where to begin. "I… I don't want you to leave either Cas."

"Then why send me away?" the former angel asked, looking into his friends green eyes looking for a glimmer of hope.

"Because they're coming after us to get to you so the farther away you are the better. As soon as we figure out what we need to do to get the angels off our backs for good, I'm dragging your ass back here." Dean stated, leaning a bit closer to the man beside him.

Cas placed a hand on top of the hunter's hand that was resting on his knee. "Is that a promise?" Cas asked softly leaning ever so slightly toward Dean.

"I promise. It's not the same without you man." Dean replied

The two men began slowly moving their heads closer and closer. Dean's covered hand trembled with nerves, and Castiel found himself holding his breath for the same reason, both wondering if it's a smart move to kiss the other. Their hearts both began to pound in their chest. Dean notices that Cas is moving toward him, and seeing that as a good sign, he reaches a hand out to hold the side of the former angel's face. Cas notices the extending hand, and he lets himself be caressed by the man beside him. Their lips were an inch apart when the sound of footsteps and a loud yawn made them disconnect and sit bolt upright.

Alex walked into the library, her shaggy brown hair messed up in a bed head, sweatpants sitting loosely on her hips with the band of her boxers poking out of the top. A white ribbed tank top completed the psychic's bedtime ensemble. She walked into the library to find the two men sitting unnaturally stiff and straight on the couch. It didn't take her long to realize what it is that she had just interrupted and she stopped in her tracks, coffee in hand. A knowing smile found its way on her face.

"Oh boys please, don't stop because I'm here. You know I saw this coming a mile away right?" said Alex looking smug.

Before the boys could find the words to respond, there was a loud, high pitched beeping coming from one of the monitors in the war room. The trio hurried to the monitor responsible for the warning sound. The screen that Charlie had installed the previous night, the one with the angel radar over the area of the bunker, showed two red dots signaling angel activity. Upon closer inspection they saw that the red dots were located in a park just north of the bunker.

"Oh my god!" Dean exclaimed. "Sammy."