Sorry this took a while. I'm actually in the middle of moving and things are a little hectic around here. I absolutely hate moving. I hope you like this chapter and sorry again for the delay. It won't happen again, I promise.

Chapter 11: All the World's A Stage and Everyone Has a Part to Play

"Why are you doing this to yourself, Castiel? Why are you here? This place only causes you pain." Castiel felt Maggie place her hand briefly on his shoulder, but didn't turn around. His gaze remained fixed on the field in front of him, the flowers he'd created as a memorial blew gently in the breeze. Even by moonlight alone, the field of flowers seemed to possess its own inner light, darkness never touched it. "This is where I let him die, I deserve to feel pain."

She moved around and placed both her hands on his shoulders. "You couldn't save him Castiel. You shouldn't blame yourself."

He shook her hands off his shoulders and moved away, looking down at his hands. "I tell myself that over and over, but it feels like a lie. It felt like a lie then and it feels like a lie now. I don't expect you to understand."

"Is that why you're punishing them now? Castiel, hasn't he been through enough? Haven't you been through enough? Tell him what you know, I'm begging you. Give him a chance to do it right." He turned to her and exhaled a deep breath. Seeing the concern in her eyes only mirrored the conflict that he felt, himself. He couldn't let her look at him; see the weakness behind the mask.

"You know why I'm doing this Margaret. Do you think I take pleasure in causing them to suffer? They can be happy here. I would make sure of it." He turned away once again, but she moved around to face him, ignoring his determination to avoid eye contact. He shook his head. He couldn't give her the answer she wanted. "I can't, Margaret. You know what happens; even if he does do what you think is the 'right thing'. It was one thing for me to choose Dean Winchester over myself, but I can't choose him over the world, especially now that I know the truth."

"Are you really that sure they shouldn't be together? You have no doubts at all?" Her words were soft, not judgmental even though the doubt was plastered all over his face.

"No, I have no doubts. You saw what just happened. It seems pretty clear to me." The anger and hardness that had temporarily been replaced with doubt and longing, returned to his tone and features.

She shook her head in a gesture of disbelief, unsure when he'd learned to lie so easily. "What I saw was you manipulating circumstances in a world you have learned to control, Castiel."

Castiel turned away from her, hiding the shame he felt. "I told him that my actions may have been a factor in what happened. I never lied."

She smiled at him and stifled a laugh. "Lies spoken with true words are still lies, Castiel. Every piece of evidence shows that he truly loves Cas and by extension, that your Dean truly loved you. Why won't you see that?"

"My memories are all the evidence I need, Margaret. What's more important here; fixing the mess this world is in or Dean Winchester's sexual desires? You say I control this world, but I don't. I wish I could. All I did was add a little pressure, he did all the rest all on his own. If I hadn't had Rob and Jerrie babysitting them, it would have happened sooner only no one would have been there to stop it."

"Yet you sent him straight back to that angel to give him a chance to fix it, encouraged him to believe that there's hope. If you're so sure there's not, why not just keep them apart? Don't you think you're playing with fire here? You really think keeping them here, knowing what will eventually happen if they do, is the only way?" She looked him straight in the eyes. "You said they could be happy here, Castiel. That tells me that you know Dean is not lying about his feelings. They couldn't be happy together here otherwise."

"I also said that I would see to it. I never said it would be real. I'm still an angel and being the only angel has its advantages." He stopped suddenly, knowing he'd said too much.

"Happy? Like Sam is happy right now? That's what you're talking about, right?" She stepped right in front of him, placing her face within an inch of his own. "Sam is lying in a bed, slowly dying while he dreams of final exams and the perfect life he's always wanted. What you've given him is not happiness, Castiel. It's a trick employed by monsters to suck the life out of their victims while they slowly die. The dream you've given him is death, not happiness. That's what you plan to do to them too?"

"I guess the alternative would be more pleasing to you? He would have had to be killed, Maggie. This world does not care about a person's circumstances, only their actions." Castiel took a deep breath that he really didn't need. "Should I have let him become a monster because he couldn't stop needing his brother? Because I couldn't be the angel he needed? He is happy. Maybe it's not real, but it's better. If I could keep Dean and Cas apart I could wake him up and Sam and Dean could be happy here for real, but Dean is never going to give up Cas."

"Because he loves him, Castiel. They can all be happy for real, together, in their own time." Maggie couldn't understand why Castiel couldn't see what was right in front of his face.

"Dean Winchester does not love that idiot. My Dean did not love me. Only fools believe in such nonsense anyway." Castiel's eyes suddenly turned darker, angrier. "This is my problem, not yours. I will handle it in the way I see fit. Right now, I need that sigil on Cas' hand. He'll never let Rob do it, but he will let Dean. If false hope gets that done, so be it. I have to do the right thing even if it causes pain, even if you think I'm a monster. I was the one left here alone to pick up the pieces of this broken world. I'm a part of this world, you are not. You can always leave, I can't. Why are you even still here?"

"Love is not nonsense, Castiel. God is love. You were created by pure love. Perhaps that is why you could never find our father. You weren't looking in the right place." Maggie knew that pushing him could be a bad idea, especially discussing their father, but this determination he had to 'fix' the world at any cost was worse. "Have you even asked yourself why it is that you were left here when every other angel was sent away?"

"I do not need to ask that question, Maggie. We both know why I was left here. The same reason I'm not allowed to die. I'm being punished and will continue being punished until the end of time, being forced to pretend I'm Warden when all I really am is another prisoner. I will never know peace." Castiel turned to leave, but changed his mind and turned back to Margaret. "Go back to your own time, Margaret. No one needs your interference, or as you call it, 'guidance'… and take your faith in our father's love, with you when you go."

Castiel disappeared without a sound and Margaret looked out into the field of sunflowers in front of her, shaking her head solemnly. "I'm sorry Castiel, but I think you do. I think you all do."

Dean found himself back in the hotel room again with three pairs of eyes staring straight at him. He could feel the judgment in their stares and it was only amplified by the silence. "Look, I don't need any more crap for one night, so whatever it is you think of me, get over it."

Jerrie got up and gently patted Cas' back. "See, I told you he'd come back in one piece. Castiel didn't even beat the attitude out of him." She was looking at Cas, his face a mix of relief and embarrassment.

"Did he explain everything to you?" Rob sternly spoke from his seat at the table, gun laid out in front of him. The tension in his posture wasn't lost on Dean.

"No, the son of a bitch just threatened to change the outcome of the damn apocalypse if I don't agree to stay here." Dean walked over to the table and took a seat. "Sorry Rob, but your BFF's little more than a self-centered, douche bag with a damn hero complex." Rob looked like he'd been kicked in the gut and Dean felt a brief moment of sorrow for the guy. "Look Rob, I'm sorry we got you in trouble. He sounded a lot like my father there for a sec. "

"He was right. I screwed up and almost got us all killed. I deserved it, it's no big deal." Rob looked dawn and started fiddling with his gun.

"Take it from me man, that kind of thinking's a one-way ticket to nowhere good. You didn't deserve it. It was our fault and he knows it. He's a self-absorbed bully. I get it, you're a grown man and don't need me telling you any of this, but that dick has you convinced he's some kind of white knight you need to follow around like a puppy dog."

Rob nodded, and pushed the gun aside. "I appreciate the concern, but it's not necessary. I'm not an abused puppy huddling in some corner. I messed up, plain and simple. Leave it be." Rob got up and tucked the gun into his belt, walking over to Cas. "I have to draw something on your hand or Castiel will get pissed. I am begging you not to make me use force." He nodded to Jerrie who immediately got up and moved between Cas and Dean, a very clear gesture that Dean would not be interfering. "All it will do is bind your powers while he has to be away. It's no big deal and once he returns, I can remove it."

He reached out for Cas' hand, but Cas immediately pulled away, jumping up and moving across the room, braced to fight. Dean started to get up, but Jerrie pulled her gun and chambered a round. "Sit back down. No one's gonna hurt him, but I will hurt you if you don't sit back down." Dean put his hands up in a showing of surrender. He was pretty sure he could take her, but she was trained by Sam, it could prove to be more difficult than it looked and even if he could take her, he'd still have Rob to deal with.

"Rob, If he's going somewhere beyond this reality, this is our chance to get away." Cas moved further away from Rob, almost expecting the man to pounce. "If we can get back, we can change all this, fix it. You can't deny us this chance." Cas looked at the paper in Rob's hand. The look of terror on his face couldn't be denied.

Dean watched as Cas backed away from the much bigger man, only inches until he backed himself into a wall. Dean could almost feel the fear radiating off the not-quite angel and hated himself for what he was about to do. He knew it was a kind of betrayal and Cas would probably never forgive him, but it was a chance he had to take. He held his hands up once again and stood. "Guys listen, there's no need for anyone to get hurt here, okay. I'm not gonna make a move on either of you. Just hear me out." Jerrie stood down and let Dean move towards Rob, still unwilling to let him near Cas.

"Look, I need to talk to Cas… alone. I get that we messed up any kind of trust you might have had for us, but… I get it now, okay." Dean rolled his eyes between Rob and the paper he held in his hand and gave him a half-nod. "Can we just go for a walk or something? I saw a pool, maybe we could go there. I'll only be doing what Castiel asked."

Rob slowly and suspiciously handed Dean the paper and the hotel keycard. "Don't leave the grounds. There aren't any sigils to ward against humans so just be careful." He threw Dean the shotgun. "Just in case."

Dean eyed the gun and smirked. "Underestimating your opponent again?"

Rob rolled his eyes and frowned. "Just go. You have twenty minutes before I come looking." He threw Dean one of the walkie talkies from his bag. "If there's any trouble." He was grateful to have Dean lift the burden of the task at hand. The fear in Cas' eyes was almost more than he could take.

Dean used the keycard to unlock the door to the pool area. It was a decent sized indoor pool and there was even a hot tub in the corner of the room. He led Cas to one of the small reclining chairs that lined the room and motioned for him to sit down. "What do you want to talk to me about? Why bother when you've already made up your mind? I can tell. Your signals to Rob didn't go unnoticed. I don't see what there is for us to discuss."

"We need to discuss whether or not he can actually pull off his threat to keep you from saving me from hell." Upset or not, he was gonna have to make Cas cooperate, even if it ended everything between them. Castiel was right, the world was more important. "Can he actually do it?" He found it telling that he didn't ask if he 'would', only if he 'could'.

"In theory, yes." Cas wasn't gonna give Dean anything without a fight. "How can you ask me to do this, Dean? How can you expect me to sit here and converse with you when you've taken their side? I knew that you doubted me, but I never thought you'd trade me for him. By putting that symbol on my skin, you change who and what I am."

"Forget about the damn paper for a minute, Cas. Yeah, I think we need to play ball here, but I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." The look Cas gave him went straight to the part of him that knew his behavior in the park had to hurt, considering the implications. He knelt down in front of Cas and put a hand gently on his knee. "Look, I'm sorry for earlier. I don't even really know what it means, but what I do realize is that you were right. This is so much more important than me and you. We need to know if he really can follow through on his threat."

Cas' anger subsided a little by the look of defeat that he saw on Dean's face. A big part of him knew that he was acting a lot like a child, but damn it, they were treating him like one. He felt like the prisoner that all the guards felt sorry for. Like he was some kind of fragile flower that would wilt if you touched it. He hated the way everyone, including Dean, was patronizing him. "I'm sorry that it's true. It is more important, but you deserve more, Dean. You should be the most important thing. I'm sorry I can't give that to you right now, but I will make you a promise. When we get out of this mess, I will do everything in my power to make that happen." Cas put his hand over the one Dean had on his knee. "I'm not upset about earlier. You and I are too complicated to even begin to understand what happened out there. But Dean, please stop treating me like this. I'm trying to deal with all of this and it's difficult enough without you adding insult to injury by constantly reminding me that I'm helpless."

Dean nodded. "Tell you what, I'll do my best to back off if you stop being so stubborn about everything, especially future you. Dude, you won't even try to see his side and that's not any less pig headed than stomping your feet and threatening to tattle to big brother, Michael." He had been treating Cas like a helpless little kid and he knew it, but Cas should be used to it by now. This wasn't any new part of Dean's personality that no one had seen before. He protected the people he cared about, it was his job. The small smile on Cas lips was enough to give him the okay to continue. "Please tell me that he can't freakin jump back in time and change the apocalypse." Dean appreciated Cas' understanding about earlier (even if he didn't, himself), but if Cas' future self did what he threatened, none of it would matter anyway.

"There's a reason that even Raphael didn't try that. If it were really that easy, any of them would have done it. At best, he'd confront Michael with everything and I'd immediately be executed for disobedience and he'd be executed for attempting to alter the past. Both are punishable by death. Of course it would be 'past me' they would kill, effectively exterminating 'now me' and 'future me'. The only reason Balthazar and I were able to do it a few years ago was because the outcome of the apocalypse changed the hierarchy in heaven, leaving chaos in its wake." Cas saw Dean relax as though he believed that Cas was telling him that it couldn't be done. "That's not to say that Michael wouldn't act on the information and the past would be radically changed. But you and Sam are surprising. There's no way to know that you wouldn't stop it even without my assistance. Chances are that you would. Better yet, nothing I did after that would come to pass and a lot of damage would be avoided. It could be a good thing." Cas lowered his gaze from Dean. He knew that Dean was so damn pig-headed that he'd never even consider the pluses in the scenario. "To answer your next question; yes, I think he's desperate enough to do it, but there is a reason that changing that past is forbidden. It will be a last resort."

Dean stood up and turned around. He couldn't look at Cas right now. "You just don't get it, do you? Do you really think that you're that damn insignificant? Do you think I've been playing games here?" Dean turned back around, eyes watery and red from exhaustion and aggravation. "Without you, I would have said 'yes' to Michael. There is no debate there. I wasn't strong enough on my own and I had even lost faith in Sammy. You were a big part of what held me together back then. It took all of us, Cas… Me, Sammy, Bobby, and You. The apocalypse will happen if he does what he threatened." Dean's decision had been made; there was no need for forty-eight hours. Now all he had to do was figure out how to betray the only friend he had left. "We have no choice. We have to do what he wants." Dean hoped that one day Cas would understand.

Cas stood and moved to his side. "We do have a choice, there's always a choice. We can fight him. You give up too easily sometimes." Cas put his head down. "But this isn't about you, is it? You agree with him. You think I'm too weak. You wanted an excuse to give up and now he's given you the perfect one. This is Michael all over again only this time it's not Sam that you've lost faith in, it's me."

It almost scared Dean that he was so easy for the angel to read. "I think you feel like shit for what you've done and refuse to forgive yourself, yeah. I think that the guilt you carry is killing you, but I don't think you're weak." The words were true. He knew that Cas had changed since they'd fist met in that old barn all those years ago, but so had he.

Cas actually snorted. "Dean, even without my powers I can still read you. While they're not as clear as before, I still know how you feel. I know your facial expressions as well as I know my own. At least extend me the courtesy of being honest." The words were hard, but the tone, kind and forgiving.

"Okay, you want the truth, here it is. Yeah, I worry about you, okay. You don't act like yourself anymore." Dean looked away, searching for words that were all jumbled up in his head. "You imitate me or Sam and it kind of creeps me out. It's like you're still lost. Excuse me if the whole bee watching, pacifist, crazy guy is still stuck in my head."

Cas found this funny for some reason. "Are you really afraid I'll go crazy again?"

"No. I'm afraid you'll become the 2014 Cas that I saw when Zachariah sent me into the future." Cas tilted his head, knowing it was ridiculous for Dean to think he'd resort to drug use or indiscriminate sexual behavior.

"Dean, you're being silly. I'd never do those things." Cas moved into Dean's personal space and smiled. "I've been around a very long time, Dean. I'm not an adolescent that you have to lecture on the dangers of drug and alcohol abuse. And please don't start another argument about me preferring women. The future isn't set in stone. Every single choice we make, regardless of how insignificant we may think it, decides our futures. I thought you learned that."

"I'm not talking about the damn drugs or chicks, Cas. Hell, that was… different, but I could deal with it. It's you that scared me. Using my lines and…" Dean hesitated. He'd never admitted what he saw his future self do, he wishes he could forget the broken man he'd become. "Cas, in that future, I knowingly used you as a decoy. I sent you to your death without even blinking." He watched Cas nod as if he already knew all this. "You know?" Cas nodded, but didn't speak, so Dean continued. "You knew, Cas. You knew I was sending you in there to die, but you just followed my orders without a word. As much as I hate to admit it, he's right. In the end, you'll always choose me, even if it's the wrong choice."

After a too long period of silence, Cas finally spoke. "You think that's so wrong; my choosing you? Did it ever occur to you that maybe it wasn't the wrong choice?" Cas knew it was a waste of breath. He knew that Dean would never believe that he may be worthy enough to be put first. He was the protector, the one who made the sacrifices. "We have a chance to get out of here, Dean. We can trick him into thinking you did put that sigil on me and get home, fix this mess. Me, you, and Sam… Remember? The three of us can fix this."

Dean raised an eyebrow and gave Cas an amused grin. "Do you really think you're stupid enough to fall for that?" No Cas, sorry but we can't expect to get out of this in one piece unless we have all the information. We both know you're smart, Cas. You commanded the armies of heaven. There's a reason he doesn't want to send us back and we need to know why." He raised the paper and pen to Cas. "This is how we do it. We play his game and beat him at it. I'm just taking your advice; to defeat our enemy, we have to know him."

Cas was more than a little unsure about this, the sigil would leave him even more vulnerable, but he trusted Dean. Without much hesitation, Cas held out his left hand, palm down. "Okay Dean, because I have faith in you." Dean reached out and held it in his own. Before Dean could begin drawing, Cas put his other hand over Dean's. "Just promise me that you'll at least try to find the same faith in me."

Dean nodded, leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Cas' mouth. "I do have faith in you." Dean drew the sigil and said the words that appeared to be Enocian. For a brief second, the mark lit up as if glowing before disappearing into Cas' skin. Once the light completely faded, Cas dropped. Dean barely caught him before he fell to the floor. He called his name, shook him, hollered at him, but nothing happened. All Dean could do was hold him in his arms, panicked that he had just made a very bad decision. He calmed himself long enough to notice a shallow breath and faint pulse so he laid Cas down on the lounge chair and ran his fingers through Cas' soft hair.

"Castiel, get your ass here now!" Dean looked around, but nothing happened. He waited another couple of seconds, glancing down at the unconscious angel. He moved his hand over the top of Cas' and noticed how the faint lines of the now invisible sigil glowed under his touch, disappearing again as he moved his hand away. Dean stood up and moved closer to the door, gun in hand and cocked. "Castiel, you son of a bitch, get here now or I'm heading out this door and using Rob and Jerrie for target practice." Dean had no idea what was wrong with Cas. While he didn't really want to hurt Rob or Jerrie, there was no denying that he'd do what it took to get Castiel there.

"I do not exist to be at your every whim, Dean." Dean jumped then turned to face the very aggravated looking angel.

"What the hell did you do to him? Fix him, now!" Dean pointed to Cas, still laying in the exact same position he was left. Castiel turned around and smiled.

"There's nothing wrong with him, he's just sleeping. Humans need sleep, you know." Cas' words finally hit Dean; 'you change what I am'. Castiel watched with interest as Dean's mouth fell open. "He'll be fine, Dean. Technically only my father can truly make him human, but this is the next best thing. You might actually enjoy it."

"He better wake up or…"

"Or you'll what, Dean? You're really not in any position to make demands. He will wake up. I wouldn't do anything to actually hurt myself." Castiel waited for Dean to comment, but when he was only met with silence, he started to leave. "If there's nothing else, I have things to do. Enjoy your not angel."

"Wait." Dean was quickly recovering his thoughts. "You want me to do what you want, but I have a condition." Castiel nodded and waited for another demand to erupt from the hunter's lips. "I want to know why you hate me. I need to know. You either tell me now or you can go ahead and set up that dinner date with Michael. Have your damn apocalypse."

"Still putting your genitalia above the well being of the planet?" If Castiel knew one thing about Dean it was that when he wanted something, he didn't stop till he got it. They were a lot alike that way. It made for an interesting chess game. "I won't tell you, but I will show you. Tomorrow afternoon I'll take you with me and you can see for yourself. I suggest you get him back to the room before he catches a cold or something." Castiel disappeared without another word.

Dean hollered to the empty room. "You could have at least helped me get him to the room, you son of a bitch."

Dean leaned down and lifted Cas out of the lounge chair. The moment he took a step, Cas woke up, confused by the situation. "Dean, why are you carrying me like a girl?" Dean smiled, glad that Cas had woken up so he wasn't faced with the embarrassment of carrying him over the hotel threshold like some newlyweds. Dean was nudged out of his thoughts by Cas, struggling to get out of Dean's arms.

"Hey, calm down before I drop you on your ass. You're not exactly as light as a girl, you know. Might wanna tell Jerrie to stop feeding you so many cheeseburgers." Dean put him down and took a step back, giving him room to straighten his rumpled clothes. After he finished, the scowl on his face almost made Dean laugh, but he stifled it, knowing Cas was pissed enough already.

"I am not a damsel in distress, Dean. I thought we agreed that you'd stop treating me as such." Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Well, Sleeping Beauty, you're the one who wouldn't wake up. Maybe I should've just dragged you behind me by your hair, caveman style. Would that have worked better for you?"

Cas smiled up at him, the sleepiness apparent in his eyes. "Don't even think about it." He grabbed Dean's hand and pulled him along. "Come on Prince Charming, let's get some sleep. We can continue to argue about suitable ways to carry me in the morning."

They walked into the room hand in hand, Dean was more than happy. Maybe Castiel wasn't being a smartass, dick when he implied that Dean might like 'human Cas'.

There was a silent question lingering on Rob's expression when the two walked in. Dean nodded to him slightly in affirmation. Cas threw him a look of disapproval before plopping down on the bed and rolling over into the pillow and blankets.

"Cas… um, before you fall into another coma, I need to tell you something." Cas sat up and glared at him, sure that he was going to be very unhappy with what he was about to hear. "When Castiel leaves tomorrow afternoon, I'm going with him." Cas started to speak, but Dean didn't give him the chance. "No argument, Cas. I'm going. There are things I need to know and he's agreed to show me. That's all. End of discussion."

"Cas, Castiel won't hurt Dean. He's a self righteous dick, but…" Jerrie but her lower lip, almost choking on the bile she felt forming in her throat at the thought of defending Castiel. She forced herself to continue because Dean needed to know what she was sure Cas was going to show him. "Cas, he loved Dean. I don't think even he'd deny it. He still does. That's why he's being a dick towards him. Maybe if Dean knows what happened, he can do it differently, fix it. Sam was sure that it had something to do with everything else, even if Castiel denies it. Sam was pretty smart."

"It's nice that you have the decency to pretend that I have any say in the matter, Jerrie. Whatever, I don't care." He looked over at Dean. "Have a nice trip. Don't forget to pack your toothbrush." Cas laid back down and turned to the wall with his back to Dean and pulled the covers up over his head.

Rob got up from the table and laid down on the other bed with Jerrie, being very sure to stay above the covers. "For a couple of guys who are supposta be 'in love' or whatever, you sure don't act like it… at least he don't." Rob motioned toward Cas.

"Yeah well, it's not usually like this." He paused a second. Rob's words finally hitting him. "And who the hell said anything about lo...?" Dean let the rest of the word drop from his tongue and shook his head. He didn't really have the energy to put into a big display of denial. Truth was; he did love the asshole, even if he wasn't capable of saying the word out loud. He knew why Cas was being a dick, and he really couldn't blame him. He'd be acting the same way if he found himself dependant on another person and turned into a lower species. Human are just 'hairless apes' to most angels, after all.

Dean turned off the light and climbed into bed with his angel. No matter what happened, that's what Cas would always be…his angel, powers or not. He definitely wasn't going to let his angel go to sleep mad, well at least not at him.

Dean got under the covers and scooted as close to Cas as he could possible get, draping his arm around Cas' waist to pull him closer. Cas moved to get away without any luck. "What are you doing, Dean? Let me go."

Dean moved his mouth over the angel's earlobe and nipped it gently. "I'm cuddling. Deal with it and go to sleep." He worked his lips down Cas' neck, amused by the goose bumps that formed with his touch. He traced a line of soft kisses as he worked his way around to the back of Cas' neck, placing a final kiss just below his hairline.

Cas tried half-heartily to move away, but Dean held him tighter, playfully working his hand under Cas' cotton shirt. Cas' pushed at his intruding hand and held his shirt down. "No, I will not deal with it. I'm mad at you, or have you forgotten that already?"

Dean kissed his neck again and moved his hand gently over the top of the shirt Cas was holding down. "Nope, haven't forgotten…just don't care." He laughed, then lightly bit down on the soft skin between Cas' neck and shoulder, causing the angel to jump and turn around suddenly to face Dean.

"You are an annoying, pain in the ass. If I had my powers, I'd…" Dean cut his words short by covering Cas' lips with his own.

When he pulled away, Cas moved to chase his lips, not wanting the kiss to end. Dean smirked. "You wouldn't do shit and you know it. Now quit over compensating already and settle down."

Cas huffed. "You would know all about over compensating." Cas attempted to turn back around, but Dean wrapped his arms around him and trapped him there.

"Nope, you're caught now. The way I see it, you have two choices: You can cuddle and get some much needed sleep, or you can keep being a bitch and I keep harassing you all night long… your choice."

Cas smiled at him and copied Dean's earlier movements, placing soft kisses along Dean's jaw line, stopping at his ear. "Maybe I'm enjoying your harassment."

That was all Rob could take. "Ugh… Would you two break it the hell up already so we can get some sleep." Jerrie laughed and smacked Rob with a pillow. "Shut up, Rob. At least it's better than having to listen to them bicker like an old married couple."

Rob huffed and threw her pillow back at her. "No…. really, it's not." There wasn't a whole lot of humor in his voice.

Dean looked at Cas and nodded his head towards Rob. "I don't think that Rob's too thrilled with my harassment, so just give in and cuddle already before he gets even grumpier."

Cas cocked his eyebrow and groaned. "Okay fine, I'll cuddle, but I'm only doing it for Rob." Cas laid his head on Deans shoulder and practically purred when Dean wrapped his arms around him.

Rob huffed again from his side of the room. "Thank God, we can finally get some sleep. Tell me though, since when does the infamous Dean Winchester want to cuddle? No offense, but from the stories I've been told, seems a little out of character. Just saying…"

Dean ran his fingers over Cas' back, thinking a moment before answering. "Yeah, well… Dean Winchester is dead here. I can be whoever I want now." The answer was met with an uncomfortable silence, but Dean just pulled Cas closer, gave him one last kiss on the top of his head, and fell asleep lavishing in the unfamiliar feeling of peace.

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