Dean woke up lying on his back on the couch. He opened his eyes to find Castiel's head resting on his chest, his arms around Dean's waist and their legs tangled together. He smiled and bent down to place a kiss on Castiel's head.

Dean knew that he did not want Sam and Bobby to know about how he felt for Castiel yet. He had only been willing to admit it to himself last night. However, he had no idea how to tell Cas this or even if it would upset the other man. Right now though, Dean had to get off the couch before Sam or Bobby walked into the living room. He shifted a little underneath Castiel, trying slowly to maneouver himself out. But he ended up underestimating his strength and pulled both himself and Castiel onto the floor with a thump. Cas woke and sat up suddenly, very confused. Dean laughed and apologised before helping Cas get to his feet.

When they were both standing, Dean took a deep breath before starting to talk,

"Cas, I-" he stopped and cleared his throat. "I'm not ready for Sam to know yet. Or Bobby. Do you-do you mind if we keep this to ourselves? Just for a little while." Dean looked down, he was a little scared of how Cas would react to this. But apparently he needn't have worried.

"I do not mind, Dean. I am happy now and I just want you to be also." Castiel stated in his very serious tone. Dean smiled a little before looking back at Cas,

"Thanks, Cas." Dean heard the unmistakable sound of someone's feet hitting the floor upstairs. He kissed Castiel's forehead quickly before stepping away to pull on a pair of trousers and then walked to the kitchen just as Sam came into the room.

"Morning, Sammy!" Dean shouted much to Sam's confusion. Sam knitted his eyebrows together ,

"Uh, morning, Dean." he replied slowly as he began to make some coffee.

"You hungry?"

"Uhh, yeah. Are-are you making breakfast?" Sam leaned against the counter waiting for the kettle to boil and watched Dean take eggs, bacon, sausages and just about every other food you could possibly want to eat for breakfast out of the fridge and cupboards.

"Yep. What are you hungry for?" Dean asked looking at Sam and raising his eyebrows.

"Whatever, I guess."

"Well, I'm making everything."

"I can see that. Are you okay, Dean?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam had heard Dean say these words a hundred times over but they'd always been a cover up of what Dean was really feeling. This time, they seemed like an understatement. Dean seemed a lot more than "fine". In fact, dare he think it, Dean seemed happy. Sam continued to watch Dean as he fried, grilled and toasted with a constant smile on his face.

Castiel entered the room when Dean was almost finished cooking. He sat down at the table looking uncomfortable. At first Sam just brushed this off as Cas had often looked uncomfortable when trying to do simple human things. But then he remembered that Cas had become significantly more comfortable in his human surroundings since, well, becoming human. This was odd behaviour for him now. As Sam studied Castiel, he didn't notice Dean making a cup of coffee and taking it over to Cas. Cas looked at Dean and smiled before quickly averting his eyes.

Sam was pretty sure he'd discovered what was making Dean so happy and Castiel so uncomfortable at the same time. He smirked. Dean noticed,

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing." It was clear that Dean and Cas had agreed not to say anything and Sam wasn't about to embarrass them by telling them he'd figured it out. He just sipped his coffee, still smirking.

Dean called Bobby down when breakfast was ready and the four of them ate in silence, mostly because there was just so much to eat. But Sam couldn't help but notice the small glances and awkward smiles exchanged between his brother and his friend. And obviously Bobby had noticed too.

"Idjits." he muttered quiet enough for only Sam to hear.

When they had all finished eating Castiel said his first words of the day,

"So, what are we doing today, Dean?" Dean was about to say something when Sam jumped in. He had been meaning to take this issue up for a few days but since his brother had obviously been in a Castiel-induced bad mood, he had put it off. But he had put it off for too long now.

"I actually needed to talk to you about that, Castiel."

"About what, Sam?" Cas and Dean asked at the same time.

"I-I think it's time that we got back on the road. We can't just stay at Bobby's all the time. And I assume you're going to want to come with us." Sam said this slowly as he had thought Dean might have a bit of a negative reaction to Castiel hunting without his angel mojo.

"Yes. I would like to come with you." Sam smiled. As long as they knew Castiel was able to hold his own in a fight, Dean would only have to be the minimal amount of worried.

"Okay, then. We have to teach you some stuff now you're human."

"What stuff?" Sam raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Dean, Sam, Castiel and Bobby were standing by the Impala, the trunk open to display their arsenel. Bobby and Sam were currently teaching Castiel how to use the guns, what they were all called, how to clean them, how to fight using only fists and just about any other information Cas might need in a fight. Dean was still a little reluctant at the idea of bringing Cas along with them on hunts but he couldn't deny that Cas was able. He had shown a definite aptitude when it came to the guns. He had excellent aim and could disassemble and reassemble them faster than Dean could. He obviously still had some angel skill left in him. Well, that was what Dean told himself.

Dean was trying to think of any reason why Castiel would be unable to join them but he couldn't come up with any. He also knew that if he did think of something, there was no way he could just leave Cas with Bobby while he was on the other side of the country. Cas was going to be coming with them and there was no way out of it.

When it started to get dark, they all headed back indoors. Sam spent the rest of the night quizzing Castiel about everything he had learned today and it seemed Cas passed with flying colours. They had a late night that night and when Sam and Bobby finally went to bed, Dean and Cas were left sitting on the couch with silence stretching on for what seemed like forever until Cas spoke.

"Are you upset with me?" Dean looked up from his hands into Castiel's eyes and shook his head.

"No, I'm not. I'm just worried." he looked back down again.

"Sam seems to think I'm well prepared. There's no need to worry." Dean gave a quiet laugh.

"There's always need to worry, Cas." he looked up again and this time his and Cas' eyes locked.

"I can't stay here, Dean. I want to come with you."

"I know. I want you to come with us too." Dean smiled and Castiel knew the conversation was over. Dean gave Cas a quick kiss and then headed to the bathroom. That night, Castiel slept soundly but Dean lay awake, unable to switch his brain off.

The next few days, Dean joined in teaching Cas more and more until even Dean was pretty confident that he definitely would not like to be up against him in a fight. He felt strangely proud of how Cas was adapting to the whole human thing so fast. It turned out Cas was just as good with knives as he was with guns, hitting the middle of a target when throwing them with ease.

The first time Cas had taken out all of his targets with a mixture of knives and guns he had turned and grinned at Dean so wide, Dean had wanted to kiss him but managed to restrain himself while Sam and Bobby were around. He had jerked his head towards the house then gone inside. He had been a little worried that Cas wouldn't have gotten the hint but apparently he did. When he walked into the room Dean's mouth was on his so fast, he was almost thrown off his feet.

Cas thought he would never get used to the feeling of Dean's lips moving with his. It was one of the best things he had ever felt. He could feel himself smile into the kiss giving Dean the chance to add his tongue and Castiel thought he would spontaneously combust any moment.

A week after Cas had began his "training", Bobby entered the kitchen during breakfast and made an annoucement,

"Good news." he threw a newspaper onto the table. "You idjits are getting out of my house."

Yes. I finally got to post this. A note I feel like I have to add is that I am British so I use the British words for things. I couldn't bring myself to use the word "pants" instead of "trousers" because it just means something totally different to me. I doubt any non-British reader would get confused but just in case.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it. I'll try to update sooner next time.