The thoughts had been plaguing him ever since he spoke to Dean. He'd been thinking about the surface for a while, about how things were going up there and everything he was missing. Of course, he'd wondered about it every now and then even before he started considering bringing the topic up with Dean.

Now though, it seemed he'd been thinking about all that… nonsense way more than usual. He didn't know what to do.

And… There was only one person he knew that he could talk to.

Cas finally got some time off, and although there wasn't much to do in Hell (other than your job) he decided to head straight to somewhere quiet. Aka, Dean's living quarters.

(If probed further on the reason for his decision, Cas would refuse to admit that he really just wanted to see Dean.)

As he entered through the small crevice that served as Dean's humble-abode, Cas had to lament about the fact that he'd probably never get a place for his own. You would think that Hell, an infinitely vast place, would have more places for its residents to call home. Alas, hobbles like Dean's were few and far between and all of them were very much taken.

The term 'fight me for it' often came to pass when one would try to scope out some real estate. Cas couldn't find a reason to harm another being just to get a small outcropping of rock that passed as a home.

So yeah, he crashed at Dean's… a lot.

Dean hadn't done much with the place, not that there was all that much to work with. As Cas entered, his eyes scanned over the mess of journals and books that were spread on the surface of a square-ish boulder that Dean dubbed a table. There wasn't a couch or a TV- just the 'table' and a massive hanging fabric creation. It didn't paint any distinguishable picture, was just a mess of green, yellow and hazel threads.

It was like someone had tried to find the perfect color, but couldn't quite capture it.

It was too bad really, the real thing was probably very beautiful.

"Dean?" Cas called. His voice echoed through the rocky cavity.

Sometimes Dean had time off when Cas did, and the younger demon hoped that Dean would be 'round right then. As much as he enjoyed some peace and quiet, it was rather… boring without Dean there.

Castiel was wandering closer to the fabric masterpiece when he heard a response. "Yeah! In the bedroom, Cas. C'mon in."

Frowning, Castiel headed towards the bedroom. He wondered what Dean could possibly be doing in there. Demon's didn't need to sleep, after all.

After their hold up in the bedroom, (view post at askdemondestiel on tumblr) they adjourned to the living room. Cas had to talk to Dean, and even though this was their usual routine when they hung out, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. It was what he was planning to say that was eating at him.

Best he just get it over with.

"Dean I–" Cas began at the same time that Dean said:

"Cas do you–"

Cas paused, Dean chuckled then scratched at the back of his neck. "You go first," the elder demon proposed.

Castiel hesitated. He looked up and met Dean's gaze, trying to get a read on him. Maybe Dean hadn't thought about the surface, but it wasn't like he'd reported Cas for treason when he'd asked the other day. It probably would be better if he just stayed quiet, but he couldn't keep it… bottled up inside any longer.

He took a breath, then let it out.

"Dean I want to visit Earth, and check on my sister…"