Later that night after Sam had gone home they were having dinner.
Dean was sitting with Nancy and Miranda while Cas sat with Nick.
"Can I switch tables?" Dean whined at the two girls he was sitting with.
"No," Said Miranda immediately.
"Then can we stop talking about Sam?" Dean asked.
"You know she does make some valid points," Nancy said referring to Miranda's argument over why Sam was the hotter twin.
"If I agree that Sam's hotter will you shut up?" Dean asked, sick of listening to their chatter.
"Nope," Said Miranda.
"Oh thank god," Dean said as Cas walked over to the table. "Cas can we switch tables?"
"Nope," Cas said with a grin. "I already had to listen to it today."
With that Cas grabbed Dean's plate and turned to walk away.
"What the hell?" Dean asked.
"They were out of meat lover's, you got the last slice," Cas responded. "You shouldn't have taken my pie. Or at the very least you should have guarded your food better."
Nancy and Miranda began to laugh as Cas walked back to his table.
"Okay so Sam wins in muscles and height, but who wins in smile?" Nancy asked.
Dean had already zoned them out and was busy watching Cas over-dramatically eat the pizza while he stared back. A grin spread across his face, the dazzling tilted one that was reserved for Cas.
"Well I think that's an easy one," Miranda said gesturing towards Dean.
Nancy waved her hand in front of Dean's face when he didn't comment or even seem to notice their answer.
"What?" Dean asked turning away from Cas.
"Stop the eye-sex," She responded. "It's creeping me out."
"We weren't having . . ." Dean trailed off realizing that he wasn't going to win that argument.
"Undress him with your eyes on your own time," Miranda commented. "We still need to find out which brother's hotter."
"Can't we just settle at we're both awesome?" Dean asked.
When neither girl responded Dean got up to go get more pizza.
All that was left was plain cheese, he threw a glare in Cas's direction as he walked to sit at a table by himself with the pizza. He'd had enough of the girl's conversation.
After he began to eat he felt both girls eyes staring at him.
He walked over to the table again and asked, "Who's undressing who with their eyes now?"
"Don't flatter yourself," Nancy said. "You'll be happy to hear we moved onto a different subject now."
"What's that?" Dean asked.
"We're trying to find out who's the girl in your relationship," Miranda responded.
"I take it Cas is winning that title," Dean responded.
"You'd be surprised," Nancy said.
Dean sat back down at that table so that he could defend himself.
That night Cas had a weird dream.
When he woke up all he could remember that it was something where he was an angel and he was pretending to be an FBI agent with Dean. Then Dean had been trying to get him a hooker, but it wasn't working out so well.
It certainly had been a strange and highly unrealistic dream, but he didn't think it qualified as a nightmare.
When he went to go see Dr. Crojin and she asked what he had dreamed about he fought to hold back a blush.
"It was really weird. Me and Dean were older and I was an angel who had gone against orders to help him. We were trying to find a different angel to ask him questions so we were impersonating FBI agents to try and find the body he was . . . I guess possessing. I was trying to tell the truth, but Dean was making me lie so we wouldn't be caught. Then we were probably going to die for some reason. And It was our last night so Dean took me to a bar." He made sure not to mention hookers.
"I think that the angel rebelling idea might be because you went against what you're dad wanted you to be. You feel like you were supposed to be the son he was trying to make you into and that you did something you shouldn't by getting help from Dean. You said that you rebelled to help Dean. Well your dad didn't want you to tell anyone at your new school that you like men, but you did tell Dean," She analyzed.
Cas nodded his head, she was making some sort of sense.
"I think the impersonating an FBI agent might be because you're the good guy in the situation with your dad, but you don't believe that you entirely are. Is that true?" She asked.
"I know that he was a douche-bag and shouldn't have behaved that way. That he overreacted and wasn't fair, but at the same time there's a small part of me that feels like I should have been a better son," Cas admitted. "I know it wasn't my fault though."
"Why do you think Dean was trying to get you to lie when you felt like you should be telling the truth?" She asked.
Cas thought it over for a few minutes before responding, "I think it was more that he was trying to protect us and he didn't want to trust people. Which is weird because that was how I was acting after my dad first got caught."
"Why do you think in your dream you were older? And why was it your last night alive?" She asked.
"Because I want to be with him for a long time, but I'm afraid that we won't be able to?" He asked.
"Could be," She responded. "And I think your mind put you as FBI partners as symbolism of being actual partners."
"Well why can't my mind just send the message plainly?" Cas asked.
"I'm not sure what the bar meant. What happened at it?" She asked.
"I just knew we were going, but I woke up before we did," Cas lied.
He wondered to himself what Dean trying to buy him a hooker had meant. Did it mean he wanted a more physical relationship? Although he had scared off the hooker. It must have been that he's afraid that Dean wants to have a more physical relationship, but he's not ready for it.
But why had it been someone else? Was he afraid that he would cheat? But why would he? Or was he afraid that Dean would since he was the one forcing Cas to the hooker. Maybe he was just afraid in general that something would break them up eventually.
Cas gave up on wondering about that. He already had figured out the main things.
"But this didn't seem like a nightmare, did it?" Dr. Crojin asked interrupting his thoughts.
"No," Cas confirmed.
"You were looking for answers," She stated.
"What?" Cas asked wondering if she was talking about how he was wondering about what the hooker meant.
"In the dream you were looking for someone so you could get answers. Does that mean that you want to know why your dad did it?" She asked.
"No," Cas decided and shrugged. "I don't give a damn why he did. Maybe it's that I want to know what happened that made Dean forgive Nancy."
He was glad when the doctor dropped the subject, since it was starting to give him a headache.
"So how did it go yesterday spending time away from Dean?" She asked.
"Alright," Cas replied. "It wasn't that bad, but I would have preferred being able to sit at a table with everyone together."
They talked for a few more minutes before Cas left and passed Nancy in the hallway as she headed to Crojin's office.
When he entered the cafeteria Dean and Miranda were sitting together eating pancakes.
Cas went and grabbed a plate, then sat with them. He figured he wouldn't have to sit by himself if there were only three of them there.
"How'd you sleep princess?" Dean asked when he sat down.
Cas rolled his eyes.
"We've been over this you're the girl in the relationship," Miranda told him.
"I still don't understand you two's logic," Dean told her.
"You cry more, you're the girl," Miranda answered.
Cas began to laugh and then said, "Well I certainly wasn't expecting to be crowned man of the relationship."
"See he even knows he isn't," Dean argued.
"It's not what you two think, it's how other people see you," Miranda said.
"But I'm the over-protective boyfriend," Dean argued. "And he worked at a clothing store."
"He does try to overcompensate at being manly," Cas said with a grin.
"Not helping," Dean said.
"I don't see why I should," Cas offered. "I'm just laying out the facts."
"You are so the girl," Dean said.
"Oh really? Because you have make-up," Cas smirked.
Miranda turned to Dean in shock, inspecting his face to see if he was wearing any.
"That I used to cover your bruise. It's not like I have lipstick or mascara," Dean defended himself. "I had it left over from when I broke my jaw and it was bruised. And you never told me how you slept last night angel."
Cas suspected he had used the term angel to try and illustrate that the older boy was in fact the girl, but he was shocked by the coincidence nonetheless.
"No nightmare," Cas responded. "Just a weird dream."
Dean forced him to explain so Cas explained the story with a blush. He even told him about the hookers.
When he was finished Dean began to laugh and said, "Man you have a weird imagination Cas."
Yeah that must be all it was, Cas thought to himself. It wasn't a bad dream so why should I be taking all these warning signs from it? Dean loves me, I love him and I had a weird dream. That's all. You could probably take any dream and find a way to analyze it back to the bad things if you looked. But if you look at it positively it meant that I thought we'd be together for a long time. We were working together, we had started a life together. It was a good dream, I don't care what Crojin says it means. I know it means something good.
A/N: Please read and review! You guys are great for still reading and hopefully still enjoying this :D
This chapter as usual is dedicated the people who reviewed last chapter: darkphoenix2345, PrettyGirlyFan, EvilAngelTeamGabe, VisionX23, Havent Met My Angel Yet, smartcookie913, Sidsaid, Bernad-at, and SuperNaturalGurl32
Since I already gave out Cas and Dean's hair you guys can have a lock of Sam's hair. But he doesn't have to go bald, we can just shave off his sideburns and we'll have enough hair :P