Sam rubbed his eyes as he heard the Impala's distinct engine hum pull up next to the motel door. He closed his laptop, effectively done with research for the night. He was tired and hungry. He just hoped their current case was as simple as it looked; a simple salt and burn. Of course the Winchester's definition of simple varied greatly.

"Food delivery." Dean sang as he opened the door, plastic bag in hand and Castiel was following him in. Dean plopped the Styrofoam container into Sam's outstretched hands and Castiel shut the door after them. There was a upbeat tone from Sam's phone and Sam picked it up to check it as he opened his container. It was a text from Gabriel; And his phone had him properly labeled now. Gabriel had sent him a snide remark about Dean and Castiel going on a date and Sam could not deny that it looked that way. After all, Dean and Castiel had already consumed their food and the TV was turned on to Dr. Sexy MD; apparently Gabriel's TV Land had not spoiled Dean's obsession for the show. Sam tapped the keys on his cell.

Sam:

[Would you consider Dr. Sexy an after date program?]

Gabriel:

[Psh, of course.]

[And if it's the correct episode, it could very well lead to some heavy petting]

Sam grimaced and hoped that wasn't the case.

Sam:

[I hope not. I don't want to see that.]

"Who the hell are you texting?" Dean asked from his bed with the remote in hand. Castiel had taken up a chair that angled towards the TV better but was currently giving Sam a curious look as well.

"Just... Gabriel." Sam turned his cell to mute. It wasn't like he'd seen Gabriel since the diner. It was sort of casual talk; not something they'd done before over the phone. It was odd to be in contact with Gabriel and not be able to look at him. Gabriel seemed to be an avid texter though.

"He's texting you a conversation?" Dean was giving Sam a look of raised brows and a half curled upper lip, "Kind of douchy, don't you think." Sam's face flushed in annoyance. He would not mention that he and Jess had done it between classes.

"Shut up and watch your doctor crush on TV," Sam retaliated and Dean shot him back a glare. Sam continued his conversation which hovered around Dean and Gabriel's obsession with Dr. Sexy; which concluded with the fact that Gabriel liked the man's sexy body and long hair which shouldn't have surprised Sam all that much. Sam ate his dinner, which was the Caesar salad he'd asked for and once it was late enough he crawled into bed, sending Gabriel one last good night text.

The TV was turned off and Dean hopped into bed after getting prepped for the night. Dean had his hand on the lamp knob but looked to Castiel, who had moved to the table where there was a smaller lamp. Castiel had one of their mythology books about Norse gods open and held in one hand as he scanned the history through the eyes of humans.

"Gonna sleep, Cas?" Dean asked and Sam watched them tiredly. They didn't have any other furniture in that motel room but the chairs and beds.

"I'm not yet tired, Dean." Castiel took in a breath and stifled a potential yawn. "You need your rest to hunt the ghost tomorrow." Dean hesitated but the lamp clicked off and there was only the street lights from outside and

Castiel's little lamp, which didn't stop Sam from dozing off.

However, Sam awoke with movement in the room and he resisted stretching when he saw Dean was out of bed and coming back from the bathroom. But instead of going straight to bed, Dean walked over to Castiel, who's face was buried in his curled arm on the table and he used the book as a pillow. Dean's hand rubbed Castiel's arm, Castiel's body giving a surprised jerk awake and Dean shushed him quietly, reaching over to turn off the lamp light.

"Dean," Castiel's low, sleep filled voice acknowledged the hunter.

"Get your ass over to the bed. You can't say you're not tired now," Dean muttered and Sam watched their outlines. Dean pulled Castiel up, supporting his arm and guiding the weary angel to the bed. Castiel didn't protest, instead, he ended up taking Dean's warm spot and Dean sat on the other side of the bed.

"I wanted to watch over you." Castiel sighed as he sank into the pillows. All Sam could see now was Castiel's trench coat back. It wasn't like Castiel had any clothes to change into. Dean laid down on the other side of the bed and covers were maneuvered over both of them.

"Yeah, I know, buddy," Dean said quietly. "Get some sleep." Castiel hummed and Sam listened for any more signs of consciousness but there was none.

Sam rolled over to continue sleeping, somewhat reminded of his own space in the bed next to him. It wasn't as though Gabriel had dove willingly back into bed, and that wasn't exactly what Sam was looking for either. The casual texting was nice, it kept the communication open, but it seemed a mediating point; as though Gabriel himself was trying to figure out how much he wanted from this; what ever was left of what they had. The kiss from earlier reminded him of the heat they'd once had, but there had been no appearance or words of security for something more. It was an odd, suspended moment, as though on the brink of a decision. Sam just hoped it wasn't another ending, and that he didn't do something stupid that would drive Gabriel off again.

Sam glanced back at the other bed. Dean seemed genuinely okay with everything that was happening with Castiel. Happy even. He wasn't sure if Castiel and his brother were actually an item or what. But there was something there. Sam took a deep breath and closed his eyes, willing himself not to think about it too much. They had to hunt tomorrow.

After a few more hours sleep, Sam was the first to wake up. He stretched and looked to Dean's bed, where he found Castiel had rolled over and his head was not on the pillow he'd first laid it upon. There was an arm wrapped around Castiel's waist, the hand pressing against the round belly. Sam slowly got up to get a better look and he slowly unplugged his phone from the charger. Dean's other arm was under Castiel's neck, supporting most of his head up and Dean's face was pressed into the nape of Castiel's back, buried in the trench coat and one foot was between Castiel's ankles. The only reason Sam could tell about the feet was because one of them or maybe both of them had kicked off the blankets.

Sam opened his phone and pinched his tongue between his lips as he took a Kodak moment photo of them and saved it immediately on his way to the bathroom. He also sent it to Gabriel, mentioning that there was no heavy petting, but that it looked pretty successful.

Gabriel:

[Seriously, who sleeps in all of their clothes?]

Sam smiled and texted once more before he took his shower.

Sam:

[Really tired humans.]

Gabriel:

[Mm, Touche`.]