Castiel looked upon the conscious body of Dean Winchester. Dean sat upright in his hospital bed looking much better than when he was brought into the emergency room yesterday evening. His face was no longer swollen thanks to an I.V. bag of anti-inflammatories, his two-black eyes remained but the darkness under each had lessened giving him a roguish look, and although, he still had to contend with several fractured ribs and a broken ulnar in his left arm, he was in a strangely good mood.
Now that he was finally fully awake and aware, Sam filled him in on the previous day's events describing how Castiel had driven off Zachariah and had kept him from dying. About how they had driven to the hospital. How they had lied and conned the hospital into accepting Dean as Leo Skynyrd, who they claimed, they found unconscious along the side of the road.
After hearing all that, Dean turned to Castiel, "You saved my life Cass?" he questioned.
"Yes. Twice"
Dean reached out with both hands toward Castiel. When Castiel didn't respond, Dean prompted him by saying, "Give me your hand Cass."
Castiel acquiesced and Dean took his hand in both of his and said, "Thank you Cass."
"You're welcome Dean," Castiel deadpanned.
Sam thought, "There, see that's odd." The way they looked at each other and while Dean could be friendly, he was generally standoffish with people which was understandable given his harsh life, and he would certainly shake people's hands if they offered theirs to him but he rarely, if ever, offered his first. Sam remembered a time when Dean was physically affectionate. Years ago when they were younger there had been, hugs, pats on the back or head, playful wrestling but all that had dried up years ago. He was not demonstrative at all anymore, "Unless," Sam thought, "you were a pretty barmaid named Candy Slut!"
Sam winced at his own vindictiveness.
"There's something else Dean" Sam said.
"Yeah, what's that?"
"Cass says he in love with you"
Dean turned to Castiel and asked, "Is that true Cass? Are you in love with me?"
"Yes"
"Ok" Dean said.
Sam was shocked by Dean's nonchalant acceptance, saying, "Ok? ok, that's all you have to say!"
"Come on Sammy, he's an angel. He loves everyone. What's the matter? You jealous?"
"Wha, me, I" Sam stammered, "No, what are you taking about. He said he wanted to kiss you!"
Dean turned to Castiel and asked, "Is that right? Do you want to kiss me?"
"Yes I do"
Dean turned back to Sam, "Jealous?" he teased.
"Stop saying that," Sam ordered. "I can't believe you're not bothered by this."
Dean beamed and said, "What can I say, I'm adorable. People and…angels," he gestured to Castiel, "want to kiss me."
Sam was completely flummoxed by Dean's reaction. "Too many blows to the head," he thought, "he's gone mental."
"Maybe be you should see a neurologist. Check for brain damage," Sam offered.
"Maybe you should mind your own business," Dean countered.
"Alright! Fine!" Sam shouted at him, "that's what I'll do because I don't understand anything that's happening here Dean!"
Dean turn to Castiel and said, "What a drama queen."
Castiel replied, "I don't know what that means."
"You, queen? I," Sam stammered as he pointed an accusing finger at Dean and Castiel while he backed out of the room, red faced.
Dean stared at the empty door for a moment then turned to Castiel who asked, "Can I kiss you now?"
