==Warnings: Depictions of alcohol abuse, prescription medication abuse, marijuana use, non-consensual sex, date-rape, panic attacks, depression and thoughts of suicide. If any of these are triggers, please do not read.==

There was an annoying ringing beside the bed that woke him. Trying to reach for it without moving himself or Dean too much it too a moment to get the phone. Not bothering to look at the screen, he answered the phone in a whisper. "Hello?"

"Cas? Where's Dean?" It was Kevin calling.

"He's asleep. Is there something you need?" Dean shifted in his sleep.

"Uh…ok. Well, I just wanted to let you know they found my mom and she's ok! So I'm going to go see her and then I'll be there to help you guys out. The angels are not as restless now, so we can take a breather. Be there in a week or so."

There was a happiness and relief in the young man's voice, so he smiled. "That is good to hear Kevin, I'll tell Dean."

"Tell me what?" Dean asked sleepily with his eyes closed.

There was silence from the other line, "are…are you guys in bed?"

"Yes." he simply stated.

"Oh….OK, I guess. Uh, I'll let you guys go. Call you later." Then line went dead. Putting the phone down on the table, he resumed his position behind Dean.

"It was Kevin, they found his mom. He'll come here after he sees her."

"Cool..." Dean added groggily before snuggling against him again. The man felt warm but he didn't have a fever anymore. The stress of what was going on his mind had passed. Dean was going to be ok. The question was now if he was going ok with this. The feeling being next to Dean once again was comforting, but his wandering mind came to point where it wondered about engaging in certain activities with Dean. In the past, it was theoretically pleasurable and hoped for. Right now, it was filling him with dread.

He had kissed Dean, right on the lips last night. And Dean didn't do anything. He just sighed, thanked him and went back to sleep. Maybe Dean thought it was a dream. He didn't know what was worse, that Dean thought it might be that or that he ignored it. Or the best/worst scenario, where Dean knew it was and would be pissed.

Slowly untwining himself from Dean, he needed some air. Grabbing Dean's robe before embracing the winter morning, he tried to calm himself. Barefoot, he walked a little beyond the bunker door to watch the rising sun. These emotions and impulses were still perplexing for him. Becoming human is the single most confusing, exhilarating and surprising experience for any angel. Getting cold and finding his resolve, he headed back down.

Dean was still asleep and he suspected he was going to be for a while. Yesterday was a very draining for Dean, both physically and mentally. He figured he needed to have a breakfast to regain his strength. Cooking up Dean's favorite, eggs and bacon with pancakes, he put them on a tray was about to pick them up before he stopped.

He was not certain Dean would appreciate such a gesture, it might be…to straightforward. Breakfast in bed is something you do, he read, with a loved one, such as a spouse or significant other. Dean had enough emotional turmoil, they both did in fact, to deal with whatever was between them. Sighing, he just picked up the tray since it was already set, they'll deal with it.

He wasn't in the bed but rather looking around when he slipped in. Dean heard him but didn't look up, "hey Cas, seen where my robe went?" He didn't reply because he was enjoying the sight of a half-naked Dean.

Coughing slightly to being attention to himself, "yes Dean, I believe I do."

Finally looking at him, Dean saw he was in the robe, then saw the food. "Breakfast in bed Cas? When did you become a full service helper?"

Ignoring the question, he replied, "you did not seem well yesterday, I thought you might have wanted to rest today." It was an innocent enough answer, and accurate.

Dean shrugged, "yeah, but I am feeling better now." Dean took the tray from him after taking a piece of bacon, "thanks." He took it and sat on the bed. "Not bad Cas…" he said smiling at him still standing in the hall way.

"You're welcome."

"Did you eat?" Dean asked stuffing the toast in his face.

"Not hungry." He wasn't, but was suspicious of Dean's happy attitude. All too often, it was a cover for something else.

"Your loss." Eyeing him after he was done chewing, "you know, we do have other robes. Wait…are you still…uh, naked under there?"

"Yes. Do you want your robe back?"

"Uh…no, you can keep it." He left the tray on the bed and threw on some sweats and a henly. "Thanks for breakfast…and, ummm…last night."

"You have done the same for me." He hesitated for a second, "I packed the rest of Sam's belongings and put the box on your desk. Kevin will call again later but he'll be here in a week."

"Thanks Cas. You know…I think it's about time to teach you how to drive." Dean smiled at him, "in case you needed to drive when we're on a case or anything. It's an important skill."The thought of Dean teaching him to drive lifted his spirits. And Dean seemed to be in a good mood. That boded well after what happened last night. "Maybe afterwards, we can go to a bar, have some fun." Dean smiled his mischievous grin. He was most certainly in a good mood. "Guess we'll have to take my car, the other ones can't handle the ice and snow. Ice sucks, but if you can drive in it, you can drive on anything."

"I promise to be careful Dean. The Impala is precious to you and a holy relic."

"She's a classic Cas, not a relic. Those other cars are relics. Thinking of selling one or two once I get them up and running." Dean said as he went to the dresser. "You won't believe what some people are willing to pay for cars in those conditions."

"Is it wise to sell them? Could they be cursed? They are stored here in the bunker for a reason."

"Yeah, the reason was because the Men of Letters liked to cruise around in style. I checked out the records man, they're fine. I wouldn't repair a Christine."

"I don't understand that reference."

"Ok...adding another movie marathon to the list. Stephen King is a great writer, all the classic horror movies. Carrie, It, The Shining…man, he's awesome."

Dean had a fondness for movies, outrageously inaccurate as they usually are. He did enjoy them and there were not some references he understood. "That's sounds good too Dean."

"Cool, let me take a shower and we'll head out. Thanks for breakfast buddy." Dean said has he walked by him. Sighing but smiling, he grabbed the tray to take back to the kitchen. Dean's good mood can be infectious.

"God dammit Cas, tap the brake don't slam it down." Dean leaned over the dash, "I'm sorry baby…I'll give you a nice detailing job ok?"

Rolling his eyes, "the brake is very sensitive as is the gas pedal."

"You have to get used to it." Dean replied still showing affection to his car. "Every car is different but baby's special. You gotta treat her right. Listen, it takes a while, but you'll adjust. At least you're better than Sam. Now let's do it again."

He put the car back into drive and tried the mini-obstacle course Dean made in the abandoned parking lot. It was makeshift but it served well, on the way here he read the state handbook on laws. Dean tried his best to instruct him, and after several hours, a long time-out and much mumbling, he got the hang of it.

After completing the course, Dean wanted him to drive on the road. Since it was still light and in a rural area with straight roads, there was little concern. Instructed to go where he wanted to go, he drove to get used to it. Dean sat rather tense next to him, but he could sense the pride Dean had in him. He felt proud himself, finally getting to master an ability that was actually useful. "Thank you Dean for showing me how to do this."

"No problem Cas, when we get back, gotta show you how to hotwire a car. Just in case. If anything happens, I don't want you hitching a ride again. Steal a car and drive." There was a note or sorrow in his voice. Dean was looking out for him in his own way.

"Can we listen to some music. I see how you like to drive with music, maybe it's different since I am the one in the driver's seat."

"And this is why I rarely let Sam drive. But yes, driver gets to choose the music, I gotta shut my pie hole."

"I thought it was cake hole."

"As if I would eat cake. When have you ever seen me eat cake Cas?"

He had to think, "I don't think I have seen you eat cake. Regardless, I choose. What is on the radio?" Dean reached over and turned it one, the station that came through was something that had a lot of bass and fast beats. He didn't like it. "That sound is annoying."

"Dubstep is for douches. Let's see…" Dean answered as he changed the dial. The next station was more laid back with a man singing in a southern accent. It was about a beach and his voice was low, the guitar made a good sound to accompany the lyrics. "Country music…have to admit, I like it sometimes."

"This singer sounds pleasing, and the lyrics do invoke a pristine beach to relax."

"Country has a way of…expressing itself directly. The way the words are sung give them weight and feel. It's not like rock, where louder is usually better. Guess each style of music has a different way of getting its message across." The song changed to a woman who started singing about her cheating husband. Listening to it, he can sense the anger she had for him, but how she turned that into strength and left him. It was interesting.

"I think I like country, but what else is there?"

Dean turned the dial, "you don't have to decide what music you like Cas. Everyone has their tastes and it can change. I like rock but Sam liked more current, or pop, songs. It's always changing, but if it sounds good, it sounds good." He hit across a station broadcasting 80's classics. He and Dean listened to a myriad of stations along the back roads of Kansas, driving together.

"Pull in to there, that looks like a good place to eat." he told Cas. It was nearing dusk and they had been driving for hours. His stomach was rumbling since it had been several hours when he last eaten. Since he didn't complain, he guessed Cas was hungry too.

"One thing about being out in the boonies," he said as he got out and checked the parking, "is that they usually have the best diners. And I can use a burger."

Throwing him the keys which he handily caught Cas replied, "burgers do make you and I happy."

"I haven't made you my burgers yet have I?" he said opening the door for Cas.

"No, not yet."

"You gotta try them. I've culled all the best ideas across the country and put into one awesome burger." He said proudly.

"You want a menu or do you want to go back there and help Dev?" the waitress asked as she came to their table. Looking up, he saw a pretty young woman with blond hair smiling at them both. She seemed nice, and very nice to look at. Feisty too to overhear them and throw in her two cents.

Turning up the charm, he was about to answer before Cas answered first. "If he needs help, I can go back there. Dean's used to eating what I make." Looking at Cas, he saw that Cas had on his cheesy smile. Coupled with his twinkling blue eyes, he saw the waitress smile even wider.

"That's so cute! I love a man who can cook." Was she giving Cas her flirty eyes? Yes she was. Holy shit, he was outmaneuvered by Cas! He didn't know if he should be proud, jealous or upset. Bringing up her pad, she tried to return to her duties. "But we can about that later. Dev is a hell of a cook and we have the best burgers and shakes in the state. Now what can I get you angel?" She batted her lashes at Cas.

"Can you give us a minute to go over the menu?" he interrupted, trying to 'save' Cas from embarrassing them.

She turned slightly to him, "sure thing sir, anything either one of you want to drink.?"

"Water for me, beer for him if you have anything."

"No problem angel, be back in a minute." She replied as she walked away with a bit too much sway in her backside.

Once she was out of earshot, "dude, she is totally hitting on you!"

Cas tilted his head, "she is not hitting me."

He ran his head over his face, "I mean she was flirting Cas."

"Oh…I know. I tried flirting back."

"Wait, you want to tap that…er…I mean, uh…"

'If you mean have intercourse, then…maybe." Cas said nonchalantly.

Ok, that was new to him. The idea of Cas getting it on…was making him feel things. "Uh…you want to…you know, do that?" He asked haltingly, not really hoping for an answer.

Cas looked over the menu, "not in particular. I thought it was normal to return flirtations."

Inwardly, he took a deep breath. "Yeah, you're right. If we polish it up some, maybe you can use that charm in solving cases. If you're Ok with that."

Cas looked uneasy, "I am not certain. Friendly banter is nice, but deliberate lying still makes me uncomfortable." Baby steps Dean he had to remind himself. There is still a lot of baggage to get through.

"No problem, I can do it. Want to go to a bar after this? Just for fun?"

"That's fine. It is sometimes hilarious to watch people in an inebriated state."

"Oh, you boys going for drinks afterwards? There's a bar 'bout a mile up the road. Bit of a dive, but good fun and cheap drinks. I'm off in an hour and was thinking about going up there." She said leaning one hand on the table towards Cas's direction.

"It would be…nice to see you there…"

"Emily. And you angel?"

"Cas, and I'm no angel." He knew what Cas meant since he heard the tiny amount of sorrow in his voice. April on the other hand didn't notice and took it another way.

"I bet…hope to see you there. You ready to order?"

She took their orders, which was exactly the same. Cheeseburger, fries, pop and a slice of pie. Dean's all American dinner. It wasn't a bad burger either, but not the best he has had. Cas on the other hand enjoyed the burger and made sinful noises when he ate it. He was so going to make his burgers for Cas and knock his socks off. April came by to drop off the check and it didn't escape him how her hand lingered on Cas's shoulder. He stiffened at her touch, but kept a pretty convincing smile on his face.

After he paid and they walked to the car, he looked over at Cas. "You sure you want to go? I saw you freeze up in there when she touched you man." He asked before getting into the driver's seat. Night driving with a nervous newly human driver it not a good idea.

"I want us to go, so yes." Cas replied. He can sense the nervousness rolling off his buddy.

"Ok…if you want to. She's really into you. Play it right, you might get lucky. If that's what you want. If not, then you got to let her know. Women don't like being jerked around. " He should know, he's gotten a lot of pissed of women because of it before he wised up.

"I don't know Dean. She is attractive and I do feel an urge to copulate with her. At the same time, my stomach is feeling bad. I…just want to move on from what happened and this might be good. So I thought why not?" He looked out the window, "I wish I had some marijuana to calm myself."

"Couple of shots will do the trick. I promise. You got your phone and everything on you?"

"Yes."

"Cool. If she want to take you back to her place, let me know. And try to give her all the tests, holy water, borax and silver. Don't think she's anything, but be on guard. You run into trouble, you run and get me." Wait, was he volunteering to be a chaperone for Cas?

"I'll try Dean. First sign of trouble, I promise to come back to you."