Sam leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows, tucking Sera's thighs against his ribs while she ran the brush through his hair. It was about 5:30 now, and they were probably the only guests in the building besides Dean and Cas that were awake. "How do you feel?" Sera asked, setting the brush down next to her and letting Sam rest against her, not caring that it was getting her…or rather his…shirt wet.

"Traditionally I should be asking you that question," he said, taking one of her hands in his and lacing their fingers together.

"Yeah, well, normal circumstances don't apply here. How are you?"

"I feel really good. Clean, actually, pure from the inside out. Is that normal?"

"I wouldn't know. This sort of coupling isn't typical amongst my kind." She kissed the top of his head. "I'll look into it."

Dean walked in, not bothering to knock. He stopped when he saw them sitting there, both of them with wet hair, Sam was shirtless, Sera seemed to only be wearing one of his hoodies. After he got over the implications of this, he just plastered on his usual nonchalant smile. "Morning."

"Morning," Sera and Sam said together. "Sleep well?" Sera asked, her tone kind of implicative of something that Dean didn't want to acknowledge.

"No, actually, didn't sleep at all, stayed up all night watching bad TV and playing cards. How about you guys?"

"Oh, I slept like a rock. A drunk rock." Sam said.

"I didn't sleep, had to watch over the Jolly Green Giant here." She ruffled his hair a bit with her free hand. "I didn't know what the wine was going to do to him. Luckily it wore off." She looked up at Dean. "Did you need something or did you just want to barge in here unannounced for kicks?"

"I wanted to know when we were leaving."

"Why in such a hurry?" Sera asked. "I thought we could celebrate killing a god and have a little fun today. They have horseback riding here, you could pretend you're a cowboy." Sam snorted.

"This just…isn't my kind of place. I want to get the hell out of here before I end up smashing the next bottle of wine I see over someone's head."

"We'll pack up and hit the road after breakfast, then." Sera said, picking the brush back up to fix the hair she had messed.

"Sucks," Sam said, "I was looking forward to going to that Italian place and getting some real pizza."

"Yeah, me too. But, Dean wants to leave, and I'm sure there are more important things we could be doing than taking a very well-deserved day off in Napa Valley."

Dean rolled his eyes. He wasn't falling for the puppy dog eyes/subliminal psychology act. He was too used to it. He just turned and started to walk out, then stopped and turned back. "What do you want us to do with the bottle of drugged-up wine?"

"Keep it. Never know when it'll come in handy."

"When would we ever need to give someone roofies and Viagra?"

"Better have it and not need it than need it and not have it, Dean."

He started to say something, and then just shook his head and walked out, mumbling.

"Your brother is so stubborn."

"Yeah, he is. But you know what? It's still a while before they start serving breakfast, and then the kitchen's open until ten…"

"So we have quite a bit a time to stall him."

"Yep."

"I don't see the point, maybe we should just move on. It'd be better than listening to him bitch all day. Personally I think he's just trying to keep from being in close quarters alone with Cas for too long. He's scared of what he might do."

"Why would he do anything to Cas? I thought he'd gotten over the whole lying, plotting with Crowley and opening Purgatory thing."

"He has, that's not what I meant."

Sam really hoped she wasn't saying what he thought she was saying. "What?"

"You're not the only Winchester in love with an angel, Sam." She leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Come on, get up, we need to pack."

Sam scooted forward and sat on the end of the bed, looking around at the mess on the floor. Sera got up and started gathering things and shoving them into their bags.

Dean clicked the door shut and turned to Cas. "Come on, let's pack, we're leaving after breakfast."

Cas stood up and went around the room, picking things up and packing them. "How's Sam?"

"What?" Dean asked from the bathroom, where he was preparing to brush his teeth.

"I mean…how'd he look? Was he okay?"

Dean poked his head out of the doorway. "Why?"

"Just wondering."

There was a long pause. "He's fine." Dean slank back into the bathroom.

"That's good," said Castiel, sounding relieved. Dean stopped in the middle of scrubbing his teeth and spat, then poked his head out again.

"Why do you sound relieved? Why wouldn't he be fine? Was there something you guys didn't tell me about what he drank? Was it poisoned?"

"We would not have let him drink it if we thought he would be in danger."

"What is it, then?"

"I think he should be the one to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"If I told you what it was he should tell you, then he wouldn't be able to, which goes against my previous recommendation."

"Castiel, speak English."

"I am, Dean."

Dean just rolled his eyes and went back into the bathroom, continuing to brush his teeth. What the hell was up with Cas? Why had he been worried about Sam? He finished brushing his teeth then wiped his mouth with a washrag. He dried off the toothbrush and put it back in the caddy he kept it in, then leaned out and tossed it into his duffle bag that was sitting open on the bed. Castiel was at the table, stacking up the cards and putting them back in their box. Dean thought it was an incredibly mundane task for an angel to be doing and had to crack a smile at it.

He got the rest of his stuff together and zipped up his bag almost the same time Castiel zipped up the other one full of hunting supplies.

"You know, not that I'm complaining but there hasn't been much action on any of these jobs that Sera's been around. I mean, other than when we rescued her and an encounter with the Leviathans."

"Are you not satisfied with the way things are being done?"

"No, it's not that. It's just that I kind of miss the hands-on ass kicking we normally do. I don't know what to do with all of this pent-up adrenaline I usually get from starting a job now."

"Would it make you feel better to beat me up?"

"Probably not, I'd probably just hurt myself more."

"True. I could heal anything you break, though."

"That would be convenient, but no, Cas, I don't want to hit you."

"Why not? It won't hurt."

"Not the point."

Dean looked around. "Did we forget anything?" He turned toward Cas and looked up, and Castiel was doing that weird staring thing again. "What?"

"You should be mad at me."

"Why? What'd you do?"

"It's not what I've done, it's what I'm doing. I'm keeping things from you."

"Like?"

"If I could tell you I wouldn't be keeping them."

"Is it one of those weird things where you physically can't say it? Like what Seraphiel does all of the time? I swear half the time when she starts a sentence she ends up swallowing the end of it."

"Yes."

"Then it's not your fault you can't tell me and I don't blame you."

"That doesn't matter. I blame myself, and I want you to be angry."

"I thought we had gotten over you trying to tell me what to do?"

"I'm not giving an order, merely expressing my thoughts."

Dean took a couple of steps toward him. "You know Cas, you need to stop this eventually."

Castiel's brows furrowed. "Stop what?"

"This whole guilt trip you're on. You made decisions that turned out to be bad and then you got forgiveness, and now you're all depressed over something you can't change. Get over it."

Castiel looked down and away. Dean put two fingers under his chin and pulled his face back toward him. "You need to focus on what's important, like this fight we're in, and that the fact that you want to go against everything to try to tell me…whatever it is, proves a lot about where your heart is in this." He pulled his hand away, then noticed the time on the clock. "Come on, let's go get breakfast."

"But I don't want to eat."

"It's already been paid for, Cas. Just order something and I'll eat it." He smacked his angel friend on the back and headed for the door.