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They successfully hunted down the Mambabarang to an area a couple of barely noticed paths off the highway. They iced it with ease and were on the road again with enough time to spare for a burger.

Although Dean reminded him that it would take no effect on him, Castiel insisted on ordering a bacon cheeseburger. He said that was what he would have done if he were a human on the road with Dean Winchester, and so that is what he would do. Dean tried his best to pretend it didn't matter to him, but the whole thing made him blush so much he thought his face might explode with the amount sheer of blood that was rushing to it.

He told himself to stop embarrassing himself. He had to concentrate; his plan would never work if he was distracted. He smiled and ate his burger, all the while bearming with pride at how smart he was. Castiel will love me, he though, I mean it. Castiel will love it.

The next day Dean woke up and saw Cas sitting on the sofa and looking at the wall, musing through his thoughts silently. Dean crept up behind him and yelled "Boo!" but Castiel's instincts were fast and he thought that Dean was an intruder who was, ironically, coming to hurt Dean. He whipped around and tackled the "intruder," only to find that it was, in fact, Dean himself.

When he realized this, Castiel's cheeks gained a barely detectable rosy tint because he also realized that Dean was lying on his back, slammed against the floor, and Castiel was on top of him in a very…unusual position. To say the least, their legs had gotten pretty tangled for two guys who didn't like each other and just had a "misunderstanding" that ended in this, all in fewer than five minutes.

Dean laughed and Castiel could feel his body shake through his own. "A simple 'good morning' would have been enough, Cas," he remarked in a self-confident and snarky but good-hearted tone.

"I…I apologize…" Cass sputtered out, trying to remain his calm and stoic self in a situation as unexpected as this.

"No need, the pleasure was all mine," said Dean, in what Cas almost thought was a flirty tone, but he probably just talked to everyone like that. He was a "lady's man" after all.

Cas felt himself being lifted up and plopped down in a sitting position by two very strong, sturdy arms. He felt safe, secure. He loved the feeling and he…Did Dean just… Cas began to search for the correct word, but didn't find anything good enough so settled on something mediocre. Dean's hand just lingered on my chest! He was practically ecstatic, but his face showed none of that and Dean's hands were gone soon thereafter.

In such a daze from having Dean be so intimate with him, Cas didn't even notice until he spoke again that Dean had even left the room.

"Hey, Cas. I've got somethin for you and me to do today. Wanna come?"

Cas wanted to come very much, and he told Dean so. Saying he would be back in five minutes, he left to go to his park bench and regain his composure. He couldn't go into the Impala, such close quarters, in this state of mind.

At five minutes on the second, Castiel returned with the sound of wings flapping and his trench coat rustling. Hearing the sound, Dean smiled and put on a clean shirt. He grabbed Castiel's trench coat, as per the usual way of getting him around without having to check back every couple of seconds because of a nagging feeling that he wandered off, and dragged him off towards the Impala.

They got on their way, and soon Castiel recognized the path they were taking. "Are we going to the pet store, Dean?" he inquired.

"There's a snowballs chance," answered Dean, only serving to confuse the angel more, just as he knew it would.

Finally they were there, and Dean brought Castiel inside. "Dean, I don't understand. Why are we back here? Did we not succeed in smiting the Mambabarang?" His voice was full of concern, so Dean decided to get to the point quickly.

"Don't worry, Cas. She's long dead. I brought you here because I wanted to get you a hamster." At that, Castiel's eyes widened and Dean's breath was taken away at how blue they were. Then he remembered he was in the middle of speaking, so he inhaled and continued.

"I can just see you are trying so hard. You're eating, you're pretending to sleep, your drinking beers, pretending you give a crap about half the stupid things I do. I just wanted you to know…I just wanted to thank you for it. But Cas?"

"Yes, Dean?"

"You don't have to pretend. You're an angel, I know that. And I don't want you to ever change. Not for me, not for anyone. Ever, you hear?"

Castiel smiled, and Dean felt like the sun had lit up within him. "I hear you, Dean."

"Good, now let's get you a hamster!" Dean yelled, loud enough to cause some stares in his direction. He took off running down the aisle, and Castiel didn't need to be tugged by his trench coat. He wanted to follow. He would follow this man to the ends of the Earth, to Hell and back, anywhere he went. Cas wasn't going anywhere..