Three months later.

'Carry on my wayward soooon. There'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to reeeeest.' Dean's cell phone was ringing at 1:26 am on a Thursday morning. Dean grabbed the phone and looked at it. The number wasn't saved, so Dean assumed it was Sam's new number. Sam called every other day or so, just to check in.

"Sammy, this better be important." Dean wasn't sure if he actually said that or just mumbled random words.

"Dean." The voice on the other end was deep, gruff and slightly slurred. Dean shot up like a bullet coming out of a gun.

"C…Cas?" Dean choked out. He looked over at Lisa; she was sound asleep. Dean stood up, got out of bed and tiptoed out of the bedroom.

"Dean, I…I don't know…I don't know what to do." Castiel sounded drunk out of his mind, but Dean was just happy to hear Cas' voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you whispering?"

"Well, it's one-thirty in the morning, Cas. Lisa is sleeping in the next room." Dean snuck a glance into his bedroom and saw that Lisa was still sleeping.

"Oh, then perhaps we should meet in person."

"Cas, are you drunk?"

"I do not know what that feels like, but I am assuming so, yes. I have consumed a large amount of alcohol and I feel slightly dizzy. Dean, I miss you." Dean heard the words and he was pretty sure his heart stopped.

"I…I miss you too, Cas, but things with Lisa are going so well." Dean wasn't sure if he was saying that convince himself or Cas.

"You're with Lisa. Actually living with her." It wasn't a question, so maybe Dean had seen Castiel that day those months ago. "Does she even know about us? Did you tell her about our relationship?"

"No, Cas I haven't. She didn't know I was gay for you." Dean decided to be honest, there was no point lying to him, especially since he wouldn't remember it after a while.

"Dean, I miss you." Castiel repeated, making Dean's knees weak. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

"I miss you too, Cas."

"Can you meet me, where ever I am? I'm in a hotel somewhere near you."

"Cas, I…I don't know if I should."

"Please Dean? I…I need you." The tone of Castiel's voice almost made Dean pity him. He had to go find him.

"Cas, where are you?"

"Um, there's an 'M' on the paper on the nightstand." Dean smiled; he couldn't believe that Cas was drunk.

"I'll be there soon, just give me a little time okay?" Dean hung up after Castiel made some noise indicating that he understood and would wait for Dean to arrive at the hotel. Dean walked into the room and grabbed a piece of paper out of the small notebook that Lisa kept in her purse. He wrote a quick note to her:

'Lisa, Sam called and needs me just outside of town. I'll be back soon. I love you. –Dean' Dean read it about ten times before he finally agreed that the lie about Sam would be better than explaining that he was going to see an Angel of the Lord that he used to sleep with. Going to visit an ex-boyfriend in a hotel wasn't exactly something that you did when you wanted to be in a relationship with somebody else.

Dean threw on a pair of jeans, one of his old band t-shirts, AC/DC this time, and his black boots. He gently kissed Lisa on her temple and then walked out of the room. He headed downstairs, grabbed his keys, and walked out the door. He knew he had left a gun in the house and Lisa knew where it was. Dean got into his car and cranked up the old Black Sabbath song as he drove to the Marriott, trying to fight the smile that was creeping its way onto his face.

Dean walked into the hotel and up to the front desk. The girl behind the counter looked Dean up and down then smiled at him.

"Hello, sir. Can I help you with," She looked him up and down again and then emphasized the word "anything?"

"Yeah, I'm looking for a nerdy dude in a trench coat, may have been drunk? He's a buddy of mine that called me to pick him up."

"Oh, you mean Mr. Plant?"

"Plant? Robert Plant?" Did Cas really use the alias of the singer of his favorite band? The smile Dean had been fighting the whole way over landed on his face.

"Um…" She typed into the computer in front of her. "Actually, Jimmy Plant." Dean suppressed a laugh. Of course Cas would mess up the name and mix Dean's two favorite band members.

"That would be him. Can you tell me what room he's in?"

"Rooooom 407. You might want to take an extra key; he seemed pretty messed up." She walked away for a moment and then came back holding a white card with a big red 'M' it.

"Thank you so much." Dean took the key, walked over to the elevator and got inside. He was alone and trying to figure out what to say to Cas when he got up there. Cas would be drunk, so maybe Dean would just try to get him to sleep. Can angels just sleep it off? The elevator made a 'ding', bringing Dean back to reality. He stepped out of the elevator and followed the signs pointing towards 407. He found the door and stared at it for a few minutes. He hadn't seen Cas in three months, so this would be interesting. Finally, Dean worked up the courage to knock on the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Dean's green eyes were met with the electric blue that took his breath away.

Castiel looked around the hotel foyer, trying to keep from falling over. He had drank almost an entire liquor store until he felt what he believed to be drunk.

"Hello, my name is Jimmy," What was the name of those guys that Dean always used? "Jimmy Plant." Yeah, that was it. "I need a room." Castiel handed over a credit card and the girl ran it.

"Room 407 for you, sir." She handed him the credit card and a couple of room keys. Castiel nodded thanks and then stumbled over to the elevator. Once in the elevator, Castiel had to lean against the wall to keep from falling over. He fell out of the elevator and walked over to his room. It took him a few times, but he finally managed to open the door. Castiel looked around and fell down; luckily he had walked over to the bed already.

There had been one person on Castiel's mind the entire time, and it was taking all his energy sober not to call him. Now that he was drunk, he didn't want to fight it. He pulled out the cell phone the hunter had given him from the pocket of his trench coat. He dialed the number and waited, hoping he would answer.

'Ring. Ring. Ri...'

"Sammy, important?" Dean's voice was thick with sleep, but it was so great to hear. Castiel missed that voice. He missed being held and holding Dean while sleeping. He missed those gorgeous green eyes being the first thing he saw in the morning. He missed being with Dean. He missed sneaking kisses when Sam wasn't looking. Mostly, he just missed Dean. Castiel needed to see him.

"Dean."