Sam gasped. "No!" His answer was true, and Dean seemed to hear it in his voice. He dropped it. Sam mentally slapped his head. He never even asked the angels if they could break the stupid contract. "I don't know what you're up to, Sam, but don't think about breaking it. You'll die. I can't do that. Not again." Sam remembered Gabriel telling him how they had sacrificed themselves time and again. He smiled and pulled his big brother into a hug. "I won't. I promise." Dean hugged him back furiously. "Don't you dare break that promise!" he hissed out, and Sam just knew he was close to tears. Sam didn't say anything more, just kept hugging his brother until Dean patted him on the back to tell him to let go. Walking back to his bed, Dean suddenly bent over and picked something up. Wondering what it was, Sam craned his neck. "What's that, Dean?" He couldn't see properly in the dimly lit room. "Nothing. Just a sock." Dean answered and he crawled back into his bed. "Let's sleep, Sammy. It's late." Sam sighed. Dean was right. He crawled into his own bed an was sleeping in minutes, his dreams pleasant and light for once.
Dean watched his brother as he slept, listening to the soft, even breaths. 'Finally...' he thought and pulled out what he had picked up. In the soft moonlight, there was a silver edge to the raven-black feather. Dean traced it along his palm and stared at it as it moved and reflected the light. 'It could have been there before we even booked the room. Sam could have traced it in with his nighttime stroll. It's probably just a crow's...' Dean sighed. He knew what he wanted it to be and scoffed at his own mind. 'When the Hell did I start believing in angels?' he mused, twirling the feather around between his fingers. He resisted the urge to let the small thing slide along his cheek, instead he carefully curled his fist around it and snuggled down in his bedding. He wished the owner of the feather would turn up, so he could set his mind at ease, then scoffed at his own idiocy again. Alternating between wanting to belief and cussing himself out for wanting it, Dean finally drifted off
"Hello, Dean." Dean turned around, his heart thumping at the sound of that gravelly voice. "Cas?" The angel stood under a street light, leaning against Baby. "What is going on here?" Dean heard his own voice waver, and he cleared his throat. Cas looked like a rather regular guy, except for his amazingly blue eyes and handsome face. Dark suit, white button up, blue tie and a tan trenchcoat. "I'm wondering the same thing, Dean. I can feel your wish to meet, to be close, yet you don't call me." Dean rubbed his neck, looking down at the pavement. "But you're not real. Angels... I mean, come on!" Cas tilted his head, and Dean smiled. He never thought a guy could look so adorably cute. "Dean, you have your memories. You know." He stepped away from Baby, closer to Dean, who could hear his heart thump. "Dean... you know who you are... Who Sam is. Please, don't forget yourself. I've spent so many eons trying to find the both of you. Don't make me lose you again." The gravelly voice was pleading, and Dean could feel his heart squeeze together at the sound. "Cas..." he whispered, devastated, longing. Suddenly the angel grabbed his face and smashed their mouths together. Dean moaned and tangled his hands in the dark locks, relishing the softness. It was Heaven, bliss and coming home all in one messy, sweet kiss, and Dean felt his knees go weak. Cas whimpered. "Din... I missed you.." he whispered as he pulled free. Dean made a noise he would deny until his dying day. It was needy, soft and bordered on a whine. "Cas... Castiël... I need you." he muttered as he pulled those pink lips to his again. Cas melted against him. Humming, Dean licked along the seam of those soft lips. Cas opened his mouth with a sigh and Dean felt fire running through his veins. He dipped his tongue into that warmth and Cas emitted a surprised moan, before leaning in even more. Dean let his tongue swirl around Cas'. 'Oh my god... this is divine! I've never really kissed before this!' Dean thought and moaned. Cas echoed his moan, but then pulled back. His cheeks were flushed and he was panting. With his cerulean eyes wide, he stared at Dean.