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Cas was moving about the motel room the next day, Dean hovering worriedly around him, making sure he was okay. Cas kept reasuring Dean that he was fine, but Dean still didn't back off.

Bobby had put angel sigils around the room th night before to make sure the angels didn't find them again. Sam and Bobby were preoccupied at the moment; they were discussing how to deal with the next Horseman: Death. Amber had gone out for some food.

"How can we even find him? There's so much death around nowadays." Bobby said.

"Can we summon him?" Sam questioned.

Bobby frowned. "Summon Death? Even if we can, you sure that's a good idea?"

Sam shrugged. "We need to get the ring. There's no other way. Unless we just ask him nicely for it." Sam added sarcastically.

"Don't get snark with me, boy," Bobby growled.

Sighing, Sam leaned back in his chair. He drummed his fingers on the table restlessly and his eyes wandered to Dean and Cas, who were talking on the couch, backs to Bobby and Sam. Rolling his eyes, Sam felt frustrated. Wasn't his brother concerned that the last Horseman would be the hardest to deal with? Apparently not.

Dean must have felt Sam's eyes on him, because he looked up. There was no mistaking the famous bitch face that was plastered on his mug.

"What's his problem?" Dean muttered under his breath before turning back to his mate and continuing their conversation.

"Dean..you were saying about summoning a demon?" Cas was looking at him with incredulity.

"Yeah." Dean said breezily. "You know, summon a demon into a devil's trap, force it to tell us if it knows anything. The other Horsemen all had demon bitches. Maybe Death does too."

Cas pondered that before answering. "I think the Reapers might be his 'bitches', if anything."

Dean suddenly burst out laughing and Castiel looked at him in alarm. "Dean! What's wrong?"

Tears squeezed from Dean's eyes as he struggled to choke out, "You said bitches."

Tilting his head, Cas regarded Dean curiously, but a shadow of a smile played on his lips.

"Sorry, it wasn't that funny." Dean cleared his throat, shook his head and composed himself. It seemed lately that he was taking more notice of Castiel's quirks, and he felt more in love with the angel then ever. Little things that Cas did, such as saying 'bitches' seemed to make the terrible situation they were in seem less terrible. Hence the uncontrollable laughter.

"Alright, so what do you think, summon a Reaper somehow? He can lead us to Death?"

"Perhaps...that would be a place to start." Cas said. "But if the Reaper tells Death we're looking for him, it might not end well for us."

Dean opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, someone slapped him on the back of the head. He whipped around, instinctively throwing an arm in front of Castiel to protect him, thinking someone was attacking them.

He was more then surprised to see Sam standing there, frowning at him. The back of his head gave a throb and he narrowed his eyes at his brother. Bobby shifted tensely in his seat; he could practically feel the air crackling between the two.

"What was that for?" Dean asked, his voice thin.

"For not doing your job."

"What are you talking about?"Dean snapped. He felt a warm hand on his leg and he knew Castiel had reached out to calm him. Surprisingly it worked. His heart, which was beating rapidly, had started to slow. And the fist he had clenched up to punch Sam loosened.

"What are you discussing? What color you're going to paint your living room? If you didn't forget, there's still one more Horseman, Dean." Sam was almost shaking. He wanted to end this as soon as possible and he had thought Dean did too.

Dean's face hardened again, and he opened his mouth to bite out a sharp retort. How dare Sam accuse him of not doing his job. All he did was work.

But Cas replied before Dean had the chance to. "We were discussing if it would be a wise decision to summon a Reaper. Perhaps it could lead us to Death."

Sam looked taken aback for a minute, before the anger in his face was replaced by guilt. "I don't know why you're talking over here," he muttered, trying to cover himself.

"So I can still do my job without you two seeing me cop a feel." Dean bit out sarcastically, and Cas reddened.

Sam snorted derisively. "So that's why."

Dean bristled and stood. Castiel tried to pull him back down, but he shook the angel's arm off. "You're always insinuating. Has it occurred to you that maybe it's more comfortable for Castiel to sit here instead of a hard chair? No, of course not. You two could have come over here. You should think before you speak, Sam. You never learned that lesson."

Sam took a step closer to Dean, straightening to his full height, and then Bobby was there between them. He held out an arm, pushing Sam back.

"I don't need you two boys fighting. Now knock it off. Stop being so concerned with what the other is doing and focus. Sam you made a mistake, admit it. Now let's just all sit down."

Dean was still fuming. There was no way he was going to sit there so he could look at Sam's smug face. He took a few steps back, grabbed his jacket from the back of the couch and headed for the door.

"Dean!" Bobby said, but Dean ignored him and left the room, slamming the door behind him. He almost bumped into Amber, who was just getting back. She stopped short to avoid colliding with him and almost dropped the bags of food she was carrying.

"Dean! I got your favs." She smiled, but Dean continued walking. He set a fast pace down the street, leaving a confused Amber behind him.

Heavy footsteps resounded on the sidewalk behind him and he groaned. If it was Sam, he swore to God he would punch his little brother out. But it wasn't.

"Dean," Castiel gasped as he caught up. "Slow down." he tugged on Dean's jacket sleeve to further his point.

"Cas," Dean stopped, regarding the angel. His face was red and his breath was coming in gasps. Moaning, he clutched his swollen stomach suddenly.

"Oh shit." Dean cursed aloud. "Are you in labor? Alright hold on..we need to get you to a hospital...no. They'll think you're a freak..maybe Bobby knows someone...that midwife we saved in Wisconsin-" Dean blurted out, his own breath coming in panicked gasps.

"Dean...calm down. It's a stomach cramp. From running." Cas elaborated, slightly amused by Dean's frantic pacing and mumbling.

"Are you sure?" some relief crossed Dean's face and the angel smiled, still rubbing his side.

"I'm sure."

"Shit, Cas, why were you running like that? You could have tripped and the baby could have gotten hurt or the angels- the angels..we need to get you back."

"I couldn't 'zap' to you, and I wanted to catch you before you had time to start brooding." Cas linked his arm around Dean's, pulling him back towards the motel. "Now you have to come back. Because I'm not going back without you."

Dean glanced at Cas; his sweaty face, slightly ruffled hair, eyes that were shining exceptionally bright right now...and he couldn't say no.

He leaned down, placing a hand on the nape of Cas' neck to pull him closer so their lips could meet. He ran his other hand over Cas' belly, and he felt the baby kick. Cas practically purred into his mouth, and Dean felt his knees grow weak. Cas slipped his hands under Dean's shirt, and Dean's muscles tensed at his touch. The kiss was getting more heated, and although Dean didn't want to, he broke it, They were, after all, in the middle of the town where anyone could see them. Including angels.

"C'mon." he said ruefully, wrapping an arm around Cas' shoulders, and they began walking back the way they came. Cas shivered as a gust of wind blew; he was only wearing one of the thin band shirts Dean had gotten for him.

"Cas," Dean shook his head, and took off his own jacket, throwing it over Castiel. He couldn't blame Cas much; he probably still wasn't used to the sensation of being hot and cold.

"Thank you."

Dean reassumed his position, arm tight around Cas, the angel pressed close to his side. Soon the door to their motel room loomed ahead.

"This isn't the time to fight, Dean." Cas reminded gently. "We need to figure things out together."

Dean nodded grudgingly, before reaching out for the doorknob and opening the door. Ushering Cas inside first, he followed, pulling the door closed behind him and locking it. The three others were eating, and Dean knew they were watching him out of the corner of their eyes. Cas lead the way over to join them.

Sam looked up, almost apologetically, and he met his brother's eyes. Dean knew the look Sam was giving him; it was a I'm -sorry- for- all- the -crap- I- said-will-you-forgive-me? look. Dean replied with a forgiving nod, and then sat down to eat.

The atmosphere seemed so much lighter suddenly, and Amber began chatting with Castiel, sensing that there was no more tension in the air.

Dean took a bite of his burger. For now the fight was over. But he was tired of Sam, and Bobby, and the whole damned world, of getting between him and Castiel.