Cas was mildly surprised that the rest of the evening went smoothly. They stopped to get two boxes of pizzas (because Dean said the meat lovers was completely his), some beer, apple, and two movies from the video store: The Avengers and The Princess Bride. Once in the motel room they settled down comfortably, with Dean casually leaning against the headboard of his bed, and Cas sitting almost rigidly at the foot of his.

They started with the Avengers, because Dean said he had only gotten the second one because he thought Cas would like it, and that the angel could watch it by himself if he stayed awake tonight. The pizza was dug into hungrily by the hunter, while Cas picked at the stolen meat lovers, wishing he could still taste food as humans did. Beers were practically inhaled, while Cas only sipped at his, casting the occasional glance backwards to check on Dean's mood. Though he was glad that the night seemed to be going well, with the hunter calm and engaged by the night's chosen victory activity, he didn't necessarily approve of the amount of alcohol that was being consumed. True, he had offered to go to a bar with the hunter, but would have hoped there would be other distractions as well to slow the hunter down. Or at least, the hunter would slow due to his need to drive back to the motel. Currently, though, Dean, content and relaxed, had just gotten through his six beer, which Cas was sure was tad bit much for a human to drink within less than two hours.

Still, all he did was cast concerned glances towards the hunter. As much as he wanted to point out the harm that would be done to the internal organs, he also knew how easy it could be to upset Dean at this time. He might have seemed perfectly happy now, but one wrong word from Cas and Dean could blow up again and do something foolish in his temperamental state. It was best, the angel decided, to just keep an eye on him and stay silent.

The problem with that was that Dean noticed the consistent glances. "Dude," he sighed, rolling his eyes, "you really have to stop staring," Cas opened his mouth, "And don't say you apologize." Cas closed his mouth. "What are you staring at anyways?" On any other day such a question would have been stated rudely, with a lift of mockery to it, but at the moment Dean sounded sincerely curious.

"You."

Again, Dean rolled his eyes. More than that, Cas noticed the small lift of his lips in an attempt to keep from smiling. The angel felt another swell of pride and happiness within him for having the ability to cause such an expression on the hunter even when the Mark had been going through its mood swings.

"Why?"

Cas squinted at the question, trying to come up with an accepted excuse. A while ago he would have stated that he was staring at his soul. The bright soul that had encaptured his grace and mind even in the depths of Hell because of its beauty and righteousness. The soul that had completely thrown his divine existence into chaos because Cas had been too mesmerized by it to allow another being to enter into it's flesh.

Even now, Cas kept an eye on his soul, though he found himself depressed by the darkness that now swirled around its edges.

Now, though, it couldn't be said. Mostly because it wasn't true. The last time Cas had looked upon Dean's soul, they had been in the garage and the darkness had been trying to seep through the cracks. Since then Cas had been too scared to find how his soul might have changed to see it. He purposefully closed his true eyes and only viewed Dean in terms of the physical, which was tiring, but also more safer (in terms of Castiel's immediate mindset).

"I...do not know." He ended up saying, the words separate and distinct, slow and hesitant.

Dean rose an eyebrow. "You don't know why you keep looking back my way even though the TV is right in front of you?" There was a smug expression on his face that Cas couldn't decipher clearly, an underlying smirk that was threatening to become full fledged. "I'm just that good looking, huh? Too distracting for you?"

"Yes."

The smirk tried to stay, but it faltered under the blush that crept along the bridge of his nose. Then, as if to hide the fact that Cas had been able to cause such a reaction, he scoffed, and forced his eyes to gaze past Cas and towards the movie that was about to end.

When the movie did end, Dean 'reluctantly' put in The Princess Bride, muttering how he was still awake and there probably wasn't anything good on anyways. Cas had the suspicion that Dean really did want to watch the movie himself, and wasn't entirely sure as to why he was pretending otherwise.

"Aren't you ever going to relax?" Dean asked a while later.

Cas shifted to look back at Dean, his head tilted slightly, his blue eyes a little too wide. "I am relaxed."

"Could 'ave fooled me."

The angel kept his head tilted, then straightened and turned back to the TV. Almost robotically, he began to untie his shoes and slip them off. Then he stood in his black socks to slip the trenchcoat easily off and place it on a nearby chair, along with his tie. Satisfied that such attires being taken off would appease Dean's sense of what constituted as being relaxed, he sat on the edge of the bed again.

From the corner of his eyes he could see the hunter's lips twitch at the sides. "That's a start." He sighed softly, and Cas was sure that eye-rolling had been involved. "Why don't you lay down on the bed?"

"I do not need to sleep."

"You don't have to sleep. You just have to lay back. Kind of like I'm doing. It's more comfortable."

When Cas looked back to study Dean's position, the hunter wiggled slightly and smiled to exaggerate his comfortableness. He was about to inform Dean that he was comfortable as he was. Though sitting still had been a chore for while he was human, as an angel, the position didn't bother him at all. As long as there was some sort of entertainment before him, Cas could have remained sitting upright for hours on end without moving.

As soon as the thought entered his head, though, he decided against it, and instead did as Dean suggested. He lifted himself off of the edge, and then made his way to the other end. Briefly glancing at Dean so that the position would be done correctly, he maneuvered himself to the center of the bed with his heads propped up on a pile of pillows, leaning against the headboard. He studied the hunter a little closer, putting on foot of the other, swinging one arm to be braced beneath his head, and wiggled a little further down the cushions.

A laughed escaped the hunter's lips. Cas straightened at the sound and stared at Dean to see what had caused such a reaction. Dean revealed nothing. Squinting in accusation, Cas asked, "What is so funny?"

Dean smiled. "Nothing." The smile widened and green eyes were fond. "Just...huh...man, you're something?"

"Something?"

"Something good."

"Oh," Cas preened under the casual praise. "Thank you."

They fell back into a easy silence, watching the movie intently. When the movie ended, Cas expected for Dean to switch the movie off and flip through the channels for something else to watch, but the end credits played until the very end. Curious, he turned to Dean, and found him to be soundly asleep.

A small smile played at the edges of the angel's lips at the sight of the sleeping hunter. He was sprawled in the same position as he had been earlier, with an arm behind his head, his legs crossed over one another, and slumped in a half sitting, half lying posture. The empty pizza box was on the side of the bed, and a plate of mostly eaten pie was even closer still. The arm that wasn't behind his head, had a light grip on the last beer bottle, swaying lazily over the end of the bed.

With fondness and something else that Cas wasn't sure he should be trying to define, he got up to put everything away. He took the beer bottle away last, staring at it with disdain as he threw it away with the empty ones on the bedside table. Then he moved back to the hunter's side, wondering if he should try to bring the comforter up around him. Not wanting to take the chance, he just whispered gently, "Goodnight Dean."

With a drowsy mumble, already deep within an unconscious state, "Night Cas."