Dean was the first to wake up the next morning. He opened his eyes to find he and Cas were facing each other, though the latter was still very much asleep. Dean just looked at Castiel for a few minutes. He was lying on his stomach with one arm dangling over the side of the couch. His eyes were fluttering a little but never fully opened. Dean wondered if he was dreaming and if so, what he would be dreaming about. Probably Heaven.

Dean dreamt of the exact opposite. Well, usually he did. Not last night. He couldn't remember what he dreamt of last night and wondered if he had had a little bit too much to drink. He smiled, hazily remembering his and Cas' drunken performance last night in the bar. And in the car too. Sam hadn't been happy.

Dean got up and went to the kitchen to make himself some coffee. He sat at the table and watched Cas sleep as he drank. Then the last thing Castiel had said to him last night came into his head,

"I like to see you happy."

Dean narrowed his eyes at the sleeping figure and tried to think about what that could mean. Suddenly, he heard a voice from the the other side of the kitchen,

"You're watching him sleep now? I don't know man, that's kinda creepy." Sam was smirking when Dean turned around to glare at him.

"Shut up."

"It's weird to see him sleeping though, isn't it? He just seems so...human." Sam sat down and looked over at Cas as well.

"That's because he is now, Sammy. And he needs some guidance from someone who is skilled in the art of being human." Dean replied. He had all sorts of ideas about what he could teach Cas. The finer points that humanity had to offer over Castiel's previous "club".

"Please do not teach him to be you, Dean. He definitely isn't you." Sam pleaded.

"What do you mean? I'm brilliant." Dean flashed a winning smile at Sam and Sam laughed.

"He just hasn't got your confidence and plus we don't know what he's like human yet. He could be different from when he was an angel. He's already feeling his emotions much stronger than the average human." Sam stated all of this in an analytical sort of voice and Dean just nodded. He was still too tired and hungover to think too much. He bowed his head and clutched it with his hands trying to remember where Bobby kept the aspirin.

Suddenly there was a noise from the living room and Dean looked up. Castiel had fallen off the couch with a thud and was trying to stand while clutching his own head. He eventually stood but then collapsed back down to sit on the couch. Dean went over to Cas and sat beside him. He put a comforting hand on Cas' shoulder.

"Welcome to the morning after! D'you want something to eat?" Cas turned to Dean and gave him a look full of disgust.

"No. My head hurts."

"Ah, aspirin!"

"Could you not shout, Dean, please?"

After Cas had gotten over the initial shock of his hangover he was sitting at the table in the kitchen gladly eating. When he glanced over at Dean he could see that he was thinking hard about something.

"What are you thinking about, Dean?" Cas asked while he put another forkful of bacon into his mouth.

"You." Dean said seriously and then grinned at the shocked expression on Cas' face.

"I'm trying to decide what to teach you first." he continued.

"Teach me?" Cas was perplexed. What did Dean expect to teach him that he didn't already know?

"Yep. You need to know some of the basics first." Cas didn't seem convinced. He still thought that he knew everything he needed to know.

"Dean, what could you possibly teach me?"

"You need to learn to drive. To cook. And my personal favourite, how to pick up chicks." Dean was certain he was going to pass on the best of his knowledge.

Cas took a minute to think and realised he would need to know these things. Well, driving and cooking anyway. He would have to use a car now that he no longer had his wings. And he had to eat and Dean wouldn't always be there to cook every meal for him. He wasn't sure about the last suggestion Dean had made. It didn't appeal to him as he assumed it did to Dean.

"Can we start with driving?" Cas was suddenly excited. He would love to drive the Impala and see what the fuss was about. Dean's eyes lit up when he realised that Cas was not going to be difficult and was actually looking forward to spending so much time with Dean.

"Of course. We'll start as soon as you're ready." Dean got up and went outside, leaving Cas almost bouncing in his seat and hurriedly finishing his breakfast.

"What about the Impala?" Cas asked, disheartened, when he saw that Dean was leaning against one of Bobby's cars and not the baby he was so proud of.

"I'm not starting you out in her." Dean explained, "You're a learner, man." Dean walked around to the passenger side and Cas got in the driver side door.

"Okay. This car is a manual. That means it has a gearbox so you have to use the gearstick quite a bit while you're driving." Dean put his hand on the gearstick and shook it just to emphasise what he was talking about. Cas nodded and put both hands on the steering wheel.

"Okay. So turn the key in the ignition." Cas followed Dean's instructions. "Now press down on the clutch which is that one", Dean pointed, "Good, okay. Now go into first. Good. Now you have to press down on the gas pedal while taking your foot off the clutch." The car stalled and Cas blushed, embarrassed. Dean noticed.

"Cas, it's okay. I did that a few times when I started driving." Cas smiled and tried again and the car lurched forward a bit but he gained control and started to drive towards the exit of Bobby's yard. He moved into second successfully and looked over at Dean grinning. Dean looked at Cas and laughed at the expression on his face. Cas laughed back and then the front of the car hit Bobby's gate.

The airbags deployed and Cas and Dean lurched forward in their seats. Fortunately, they hadn't been going fast enough to do them any damage. Dean felt like laughing again but the smile dropped off his face when he saw that Cas was in full blown panic mode. He instinctively reached out and pulled Cas into a hug and told him it was okay. Cas' tense body relaxed in Dean's arms.

"Are you sure?" Cas almost whispered in Dean's ear. A shiver went down Dean's spine that he immediately tried to repress. He took a deep breath and put his big smile back on his face as he pulled away.

"I am most definitely sure." Cas smiled. They both got out of the car and looked at the damage. The front was pretty badly crushed and Dean doubted it would be fixed easily.

"I'm glas this wasn't your car, Dean." Cas said as he began to laugh.

"Oh god, me too!" and they both started laughing as though they were both drunk as they were last night. "I think that's enough lessons for today. What do you think?" Cas just nodded and Dean walked around the other side of the car and put his arm around Cas' shoulders.

They were still laughing when they went into the house. Bobby had appeared and was sitting at his desk when they walked in. He eyed them suspiciously. Dean cleared his throat.

"I was just teaching Cas how to drive."

"And how did that go?" Bobby questioned, narrowing his eyes. Dean was trying not to laugh. Cas was making no such effort and was doubled over clutching his stomach.

"Terrific. Just...excellent. You might want to move your gate though, it's in Cas' car's way." he pointed in the direction of the yard. Bobby sighed.

Cas stirred in his sleep that night. He was dreaming. And it was a beautiful dream. His mind was replaying the day's events and it paid particular attention to when Dean had embraced him in the car. The way that Dean's arms had comforted Cas as easily as if they were magic. He felt all tension slip away in that instant. When he had spoken in Dean's ear, he could swear he had felt Dean shiver. Dean pulled away and Cas felt the loss and immediately wanted it back. He suddenly reached over and grabbed Dean's shirt and pulled him close until their lips crashed together. A second of hesitation and Dean responded.

Cas smiled in his sleep and then he sat up suddenly. He felt guilty having dreamt about Dean in that way. He was a man, wasn't he supposed to dream about women like that? Dean had said he was going to teach Cas how to "pick up chicks" and Cas remembered how uncomfortable he had felt when he thought about that. Maybe there was something wrong with him. He wanted to ask Dean if it was okay to dream about another man but he didn't want to admit that it had been Dean he had dreamt about.

Right on cue, Dean sat up and looked at Castiel through the darkness.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

"I had an odd dream." Cas told him hesitantly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Dean had suspected that the former angel might have found dreaming overwhelming. He was willing to listen to Cas if he was feeling distressed. Cas said, "No!" rather too quickly and loudly to convince Dean.

"What was it about?" Dean got up and sat on the couch at Castiel's feet. Cas brought his knees up to his chest and hugged his legs. It was a defensive move, he didn't want to admit his dream.

"Come on, man, you can tell me." Dean playfully punched Cas' arm and Cas looked at him and smiled. He groaned, realising that he couldn't possibly lie to Dean. He had no idea how. He buried his head in his hands for a second then reappeared, sighing.

"I dreamt about...something private." Cas said, almost phrasing it like a question. A moment of thinking and then Dean understood.

"Ooh. Was she hot?" Dean winked at Cas and Cas almost laughed.

"This...person... is attractive, yes." and he immediately regretted it. He knew he would turn crimson when Dean found out who exactly they were talking about. Dean seemed to pick up on Cas' hesitation when answering him.

"Who did you dream about, Cas?" genuinely curious. Cas looked down at his hands feeling ashamed about the words he was about to say.

"In my dream, I was kissing a...man...that I know." Cas said and then hid his face again. Dean was stunned into silence. He cleared his throat and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

"Okay. Wow." Dean scrubbed a hand down his face.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Cas asked hesitantly and he could feel himself shaking with nerves. Dean was shocked.

"What? No!" he turned to face Cas as he spoke and shook his head and hands vigorously.

"But am I not supposed to like women? Like you do. Like Sam does." Dean put a hand on Castiel's shoulder and looked him in the eyes.

"Listen to me, Cas. You can like whoever you want. There is definitely nothing wrong with that. I just feel like an idiot." Now Cas was confused.

"Why would you feel like that?" Cas asked as he knitted his brows together in the way he used to do when he didn't understand a joke of Dean's.

"Those times before when I was talking about picking up chicks. Man, that must have made you uncomfortable. I guess I'm going to have to change our plans a bit then." Dean laughed to himself then looked at Cas again. "Is it just men?"

Cas looked away from Dean's eyes for a moment and then nodded. He decided it was safer not to add:

"No. Only you."