The drive back to the bunker was a long one. The two brothers sat in the front, and the angel in the back. Sam couldn't keep the smirk off of his face as he gripped the steering wheel, trying not to make his expressions obvious to Dean in the passenger seat. As he drove, he let the nostalgia of the past 15 years wash over him. Damn, he thought, I never thought we'd make it here. No more fighting stupid monsters; demons, witches, or whatever else crossed their path. He remembered the first time he met Cas, and how astonished he was at how such a powerful being could fit inside a human shell like he did. He thought it was funny how the angel who was meant to serve humans had not the smallest clue as to what they were really like. Yet, he wondered, Cas threw away all he had for a human he had never met before.

As Sam let his thoughts wonder, Cas sat quietly like a giddy child in the back seat. He was used to sitting back there, riding with the two brothers on their many adventures. Killing monsters, saving their family, and going out for a beer with Dean when times weren't as rough as they usually were. He didn't know what this feeling was. Maybe it was euphoria, maybe it was love. Whatever it was, it made him woozy. He wondered if this was why Dean liked drinking so much. I could get used to this feeling, he thought. Over the years, he had come to understand how humans worked; their emotions, their speech patterns, their mannerisms. He had picked up little things here and there from Sam and Dean, so little that he had barely noticed when he began to do them. When he did notice, though, he found himself almost embarrassingly happy. He was becoming just like the man he had risked it all to save, the man he loved with every fiber of his being. The angel continued to think about all of the years he spent with- and without- Dean, and realized that finally, he was with him, and for real this time.

"How 'bout some music?", Sam said, trying to break the silence. "Any suggestions?"

Cas suddenly remembered the gift Dean had given him a few weeks back. He reached into the pocket of his trench coat and pulled out the mixtape. Cas reached forward and handed it to Dean. "Here" he said. As Dean took the cassette from Cas, he looked down and realized what it was. Dean's top 13 Zepp TRAXX was written on the front of it in his hand writing.

"You kept this?", he asked in a shocked yet soft tone.

"Of course," Cas smiled. "I keep everything you give me."

"Including the herpes?" Sam chuckled.

"Hey," Dean shouted. "Number one, I don't have fricken herpes man. Number two, fuck you".

Sam kept laughing, and Cas shot him a smirk through the rear view mirror. Dean shook his head as he put the tape into the cassette player and hit start.

As Dean sat back and listened to the music, he let himself relax for the first time in, well, as long as he could remember. He stared out the window at the trees, and he became mesmerized by the different colors of the leaves that began to fall from the trees. He then averted his attention to the sky. It was a bright and crisp day with no clouds in sight. The bright blue hue of the sky reminded him of Cas's eyes. Okay, maybe the colors weren't that similar, but everything seemed to remind him of Cas these days. In fact, he's all he could think about. He reminisced on the days he would spend praying for the angel in his absence, begging for any sign of him. The realization that he didn't have to fear losing him again suddenly came into view. They could finally live the 'normal' life he had always wished for, ever since he was a young boy. He let himself smile.

Cas could not see Dean's face, but he could feel him thinking about him. Angels could hear any thoughts or callings that were about them, whether they were in the direct form of a prayer or not. He didn't know if Dean was aware of this or not, which made it a bit more enjoyable for him. Being able to feel the person he loved thinking about him was something Cas enjoyed quite a bit.

As the three boys pulled into the driveway, they let their day-dreams come to an end. They didn't need to let their imaginations wander any further because right now, their real-life felt like the most magnificent dream. Sam, Dean, and Cas entered the bunker, all still dreary from the long drive home. The first thing Dean did was grab a beer and plop himself onto his recliner. The day had turned to night by now, and the boys began to realize how tired they really were.

Cas walked over to Dean but did not say a word. He simply just stood in front of him.

"Hey, man, what the hell are you doing? You're blocking the TV!" Dean exclaimed, trying to move his head around Cas's body to see the television.

Cas gave him a wide smile as a response. He put his arms out and approached Dean.

"Oh god," Dean laughed, pretending he did not want this to be happening, when they both knew he did.

Cas sat himself down on Dean's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and situating his head in the crook between his shoulder and neck. Dean placed his beer down on the table, and put his hand on Cas's head instead. He let himself run his fingers through his hair. It was softer than he thought it would be.

Cas brought his head up to look at Dean. He still did not speak, continuing to keep that cute smirk of his. Dean looked away from the TV and at Cas. He hadn't really been paying much attention to the show he was watching, rather he was focusing on his heart beat, and the fact that it was beating extremely fast.

"What's the matter?" Dean asked, trying to act oblivious.

"I think there's something you should know, Dean."

"Not this again," Dean sighed.

"No," Cas laughed. "It's not that. I just thought I should let you know that I can feel when you are thinking about me."

"What are you talking about?" Dean sat up, straightening his back.

"It's sort of like how I know when you are praying for me. Whenever you think of me, I sort of get a signal that you are. It's like a tingly feeling in my chest."

"So you're telling me that for the past ten fucking years you knew when I was thinking of you?!" Dean exclaimed, his cheeks suddenly glowing red.

"Yes," Cas smiled. "I am on your mind quite often."

"I mean, how could someone not think of that perfect face." Dean squished Cas's cheeks with his left hand, his right still resting on Cas's head. He leaned forward and gave Cas a soft kiss. As he pulled away, Cas continued to lean into him.

"Someone's desperate," Dean laughed.

"I like this version of you, Dean." Cas suddenly had a sincere tone.

Dean gave him a confused look, narrowing his eyebrows. He held his hand on the side of Cas's face, running his thumb across his cheek.

"The open-hearted you, Dean. It's nice to see you love. It makes me happy"

"Well, you make me happy," Dean said, looking into his eyes. "I guess I just started to realize how nice it is to not have to hide how I feel all the time."

Cas responded in a passionate kiss, this time placing his own hands on Dean's face, grasping him firmly as he urged to get closer to the man he had risked it all for.

"God! GOD!" Sam entered, shielding his eyes.

Dean and Cas quickly pulled away from each other.

"Man, are you ever gonna learn how to knock?" Dean sighed.

"Are you two ever gonna learn how to get a room?" Sam responded.

"Listen, dude, you walked in on us."

"Whatever, I'm gonna go, uh, go to bed."

Sam left the room, feeling awkward and violated. I have to get a hobby, he thought.

Cas was still sitting on Dean's lap, with his hands cupping his cheeks. He slowly removed them as Sam left the room, and stood up. He shimmed himself, smoothing out his trench coat and fixing his tie.

"So, how bout we hit the hay?" Dean suggested with a slight smirk.

"I guess I will go to bed. Goodnight, Dean." And just like that, Cas had vanished.

"Cas?"

Oh, what the hell, he thought.

Dean left the room, searching for his lover. Sam was sitting at the table, aimlessly scrolling on his laptop.

"Have you seen Cas?" Dean asked, urgently.

"What, did you lose him?" Sam laughed.

Dean did not feel like playing Sam's joke right now, so he continued his search. He walked through the hall, when something in the guestroom caught his eye. It was Cas, in his pajamas, laying sitting up on the bed. The pajamas were those from the classic story books, the light blue ones with white pinstripes.

Dean couldn't help himself from laughing. "Man, what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm 'hitting the hay', Dean"

Dean walked towards Cas, plopping himself down next to him on the bed.

"You know, Cas, you can sleep in my room if you want." Dean suggested, lowering his voice in hopes that Sam would not hear him in the next room.

"Why would I do that?" Cas wondered.

"Well uh, you know, because we're together?"

"Well that's true, Dean, but it's not like you are my boyfriend."

"Do you want me to be?" Dean could not even think before he found those words leaving his mouth. Shit, he thought. Is this too soon?

"Yeah, I think I'd like that." Cas smiled at him. Oh, how Dean loved that smile.

Dean patted his hands on his thighs and stood up. "Well, how 'bout we hit that hay?".