Dean and Sam were in another hotel room, passed out from the exhaustion of the day. They had killed another group of vampires earlier and it wore them out. There was a flutter of wings and Castiel appeared in the room but Sam and Dean didn't realize it. Castiel sat on the edge of Dean's bed, being careful not to wake him. Castiel found it strange, his relationship with the two brothers. His connection to both of them was different in so many ways. Sam he saw as a brother of his, one he wanted to protect but Dean, he felt like so much more to Castiel. The angel knew they would have a stronger bond when he pulled him from the fiery depths of hell but this connection surpassed even that. When had he become overrun by emotions?
Dean shifted in his sleep mumbling something that sound like the nickname he had given Castiel, Cass. He believed the second word had been pie.
Castiel tilted his head.
Dean groaned moving again before finally blinking awake.
"Hello Dean," Castiel said.
"Ah," Dean yelled at the figure at the end of his bed. He sat bolt upright reaching for his gun when his eyes focuses and recognized the figure as his angel in a trench coat. Wait when had Cass become his?
He grabbed the pillow next to him throwing it at Castiel. It bounced harmlessly off his head. "Damn it. What did I tell about watching me in my sleep!"
"I apologize," Castiel said.