"Meg, oh my god, I'm so sorry I didn't call you earlier," Cas said. "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" she asked, incredulous. "Whose phone is this? Are you okay?"

"There was a little accident," he explained, walking farther away from the bathroom, towards the kitchenette. He glanced back at the bathroom, the one with a very naked Dean Winchester in it.

God, what was even happening?"

"My car had to get towed. I found someone to stay with."

"Why didn't you just come back here?"

"He… He needed some help."

"Cas, you can't help everybody who falls into your lap. You're a mental health worker, not a miracle worker. Besides, you need to save some of that empathy and energy for yourself, your own self care. You know how things get when we don't take care of ourselves."

Cas frowned, lying, "I'm… taking care of myself. He just needs help. Uh, I'm calling from his phone. Everything will be okay. I'll explain tomorrow."

"Are you gonna get yourself killed?"

"What?"

"Well, how serious is his issue?"

"Hmm… Define serious."

"Cas!"

"He's drunk. Think he's an…" Cas realized Dean still might be able to hear him, so he lowered his voice before going on, "alcoholic."

"You go out for a cup of tea and find yourself an alcoholic. Congrats. Think you're gonna get paid overtime?"

"Meg!"

"You ditched me."

"I was just getting tea," he argued.

"And now you're with some guy."

"He's… cute," Cas reasoned.

"Don't you dare."

"I'd never. He's drunk."

Castiel was about to add that he didn't know much about what to do when it came to sex anyway, but Meg had no idea he was a virgin. He knew he shouldn't be embarrassed about it, knew it was just a label used to control people, usually women. He had to be at least okay with his body and who he was.

For the most part he was alright with all of that. But Dean's reaction to finding out he was a virgin had made him feel… strange.

Maybe Castiel didn't want to be a virgin anymore.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"When?"

"I don't know."

"Assbutt."

"That's my word," he argued.

"Alright, Clarence. I'm pissed at you, but goodnight. Be safe."

"You too."

They hung up, and Cas went back into the bathroom to give Dean his phone. There was a timer running on it. Had about sixteen minutes left.

His bath. Right, it was for his bath.

"So why did you punch a wall?" Castiel asked as he settled down by the counter again.

"Got angry," Dean simply answered.

"About?"

Dean waved his hand. "Look, we'll… Tomorrow. We can talk tomorrow. For now, just… make yourself useful or get out."

Castiel raised an eyebrow as he looked down at him. "Useful?"

Dean sighed, cheeks red, and he admitted, "I'm not used to bringing a fan back to my hotel and not gettin' any."

"I'm not a fan," Castiel pointed out.

"Right, right. 'Cause you have a stick up your ass."

Castiel didn't feel any hurt from Dean's words.

"You're tired, drunk, probably in pain. You don't mean to be acting like this."

"How do you know what I mean?"

"You could say I've… studied humanity. And there's good there. So there's good in you, even if you're upset now, or trying to throw me off, or hoping you'll get to use me."

Dean grumbled, "I don't use people."

"Then you didn't mean what you said to me. Something clearly set you off before we even met. You just have to take care of yourself physically first."

Castiel left the bathroom to go get something, Dean yelling, "Wait, where are you going?"

After searching through the fridge, he found what he needed, popped the cap, and then went into the bathroom to give it to Dean.

"Here. Drink. It'll get the alcohol out of your system faster, and you're probably dehydrated."

"Water's boring."

Castiel stared at him hard, leaning over as he held out the bottle. As he did so he did his best to not glance at Dean's thighs, or any part of him that was under the water really. What lay there was too tempting. And too confusing. Meg had been right. Castiel needed self care, and just as much as Dean did. He was important too, despite what this rockstar might think. Though, now that he was with him, a lot of the arrogance he'd seen on stage had mellowed. Something in Dean just seemed… hurt, angry. It showed in his apple green eyes, with the slight pout on his plump, cupid's bow lips. And maybe after Castiel left tears would trail down those sharp cheekbones and cut through the makeup he could see now that he was up close. Were those freckles lightly dotting his skin beneath it? No. Didn't matter. He forced the water closer, realizing Dean wasn't taking it. That's what he was here for, not… admiring the view.

"Fine."

Dean took it, and Castiel was content when he unscrewed the cap and started drinking it. Though, that soon turned into chugging.

"Take it slow."

Dean grumbled.

"Need help with your hand?"

"I can handle it."

"Well, there's only one bed, so I guess I'll sleep on the couch. Uh… goodnight, Dean."

Dean raised his swollen right hand in recognition, sipping at the water.

"Night."

Castiel grabbed some blankets he found from the closet, and pulled them over himself, sinking into the couch. This really wasn't a bad place to sleep. Somehow this piece of furniture meant for simply sitting around and reading, maybe watching TV, was more comfortable than his bed at home. Even before knowing that, the idea of sleeping on the couch hadn't daunted him. Castiel had spent many a night shift in a chair that was a few years past its prime. Finding comfort on a couch was easy compared to that.

Before he could process where he was, what he was wearing, who he was with, exhaustion caught up to him and he drifted off.