Dean was dragging him to the bathroom when his eyes came into focus again. As stumbled into the tub and turned on the cold water, letting it soak his clothes. He sat at the bottom of the tub, resting his head on his arms which were propped up by his knees. His breathing slowly evened out, and he watched the water numbly as it trickled down the sides of his legs, dripping off the tip of his hair. He realized Dean was still in the room.

He slowly raised his gaze to meet Dean's tired and concerned face. Dean was silent as was Cas. He let his eyes drift slowly to stare a spot on Dean's shoulder. Dean kept trying to meet his gaze again, failing and exasperatedly sighing loudly before speaking.

"The hell dude?" Dean gestured a quick motion with his palm up, as if awaiting an answer to be placed in his hand. Cas looked at the bottom of the tub.

"I don't know. I'm tired Dean. I'm so tired." His shoulders slumped and after a moment of silence he began speaking again. "I'm tired. I can't sleep. I feel hungry, but when we have food it just tastes like, like nothing. I'm lonely. My family wants to kill me I'm fairly certain, my father" Cas stopped speaking for a minute. "My father doesn't want to see me, I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to do. I take orders from heaven, but God's word were always to love humans more than him. It doesn't seem to me that any angel is doing that."

Cas sighed, ans leaned forward twisting the knob of the water and letting the warmth rain over his icy skin. He dared to glance at Dean, for some reason the thought of having the human mad at him at the moment was more than he thought he could handle. But Dean wasn't mad, in fact it almost looked like he was fighting a smile. He tilted his head to the side a little, brow furrowing. What had he said was amusing?

Dean chuckled at his face and patted his arm. "Welcome to my life dude." Cas paused and thought about it for a moment, before turning back to Dean with a pleading look.

"What do I do Dean?"

"Well for starters," Dean said shutting the water off, "We dry you off and get you new clothes to wear. Then we get some food." Cas made a face at him, a mix of desperation and dislike of going out again. "Hey, you had a panic attack, been there, but you could use some food. A good nights sleep. Rest and relaxation, I always said you were too uptight." Cas frowned when Dean said relaxation. That usually meant sex for Dean.

Dean brought him soft pants and a shirt and he stripped off his wet clothes and dropped them over the curtain railing. He went out into the main room to see Dean in a pair of jeans, lacing up his boots. Cas copied him, putting on socks and slipping on the boots the two brothers had bought him a while back. He suspected they had been stolen, but he didn't ask. He supposed they always could have bought them with poker money. That they would have hustled out of someone, he didn't know if that counted as theft. He supposed that the person they had played against had would have put up the money willingly, but having no idea that the boys were fooling them.

Dean stood and grabbed his keys, and gestured for Cas to move. They rode in the car until they came upon a 24hr diner. Dean ordered two hot chocolates the second they walked in, and an older motherly looking lady smiled at them, and gestured to the room of booths. Dean chose one by the window, and the lady came ver and placed two menus on the table, along with their hot chocolates, topped with whipped cream and all.

"Sandra," she said as an introduction, "What can I get you boys, you look like you've had a tough night." Dean nodded looking at Cas. He looked like a tired kicked puppy that had been lost. Dean looked thought the menu quickly and then looked at her again,

"Order of blueberry pancakes, bacon pancakes, chicken soup, and cheese fries. And two shakes, i'll have chocolate, Cas?" Cas looked at the menu for a second before saying, very quietly,

"Strawberry please." Cas glanced up at the lady for a split second before looking away. The lady smiled at them widely,

"Right away sweethearts."

She left and Cas played absently with the handle of his mug. Dean reached across and put a hand over Cas's to stop the fevered motion.

"Just drink some, you'll feel better."

Cas did as instructed and sipped the hot beverage. It was sweet, and he felt its warmth travel down, heating his chest. He sighed happily, and looked out the window as rain dripped down splattering on the glass. The lady returned with a bowl of creamy chicken soup, and Dean pointed at Cas. She set it down and left. Dean nodded at it and Cas took the untold hint. He tucked in and had just finished it when she retuned with two large platters of pancakes and a caddy of syrups. She took a second trip to place cheese and meat laden fried between them along with giant silver cups with frost on the outside. Cas smiled at her this time ad Dean thanked her and they tucked in.

Cas tried every type of syrup offered, before settling on the apricot one and throroughtly drenching his blueberry pancakes in it. Dean selected the maple syrup and they ate in almost silence, only exchanging a few words. The plates were removed at they both leaned forward to both dig into the fries.

Slowly they finished their food, shakes consumed, laughing at random jokes and stories, they finished and Dean paid. Cas was looking much better, a low flush on his face, eyes brighter. Hopefully a full belly and laughs would help him sleep as well. The waitress accepted Dean's cash, and touched Cas's arm.

"I'm glad you look a lot better honey. You're lucky to have such a great guy take care of you."

Dean blushed but before he could speak, Cas had smiled and spoken.

"I am, he means the world to me." Cas smiled at Dean this time and Dean blushed further.

"Common you, you need sleep at some point this week." Cas headed for the door and Dean's eyes widened. He looked at the lady, "I mean, I didn't mean, well he was awake and I- he..." the lady chuckled and Dean faltered. He wasn't sure he had blood anywhere other than his face.

"Go on dear, I won't tell a soul. He very cute, you're both cute together." Dean slipped away and stumbled out to the car. It had stopped raining, and the earth smelled like mud and damp grass.

He drove and Cas was silent.

"Thank you for the food Dean."

Dean grunted 'no problem' and pulled into the parking lot. They went inside their room and Cas looked at his bed, and then Dean's. Both were very large, and could accommodate more than one. Cas looked at Dean and spoke again.

"Can I sleep with you?"

Dean whipped around, dropping the keys to the car and the room. He spluttered a little and took a step back blushing again. Heaven knew he kinda liked Cas, but he was no where near admitting that.

"I uhh, look Cas, I won't lie, I've been with a lot of women, and a couple men. When I was younger, I uhh.." Dean rambled, "I mean, not young, in my twenties. I figured I wouldn't knock it till I tried it. It wasn't bad, but I uh, I mean picking up chicks is easy and.."

Cas tilted his head to the side, and Dean realized it. He literally meant sleep. He spluttered a little and nodded,

"Just this once okay?" They claimed into bed and it was dark in the room again. Cas was silently chewing on his thoughts, trying to figure out what Dean had meant. Five minutes passed and Dean relaxed, his side of the bed uninvited by Cas.

Suddenly a hand touched his should and flipped him. They laid face to face, and Dean held his breath. "Dean you though I wanted to have sex with you."

Dean's face burned. What about the angel made him an idiot he wondered not meeting Cas's eyes.

"Dean?" Now it was Cas trying to keep Dean's gaze.

"Let it go man." Dean scooted back and Cas followed.

"Is this because of your rest and relaxation?"

"No man, I just, I'm tired okay I wasn't thinking straight." I bet you weren't. A voice in his head said.

"Do you like me too Dean?"

"Hey common, I'm trying to get some sleep.."

"Like me too?" That's what he said. That implies he likes you dumb ass.

Dean faltered and before he could stop it he breathed, "Yes."

He ducked his head down and rolled over pulling the sheets up to his chin. His heart thumped so loud that it began to drown out other ambient sounds. A hand gently touched his waist and Dean hissed in a sharp breath. Where was this going, did Cas even know how to do, well- any of it?

Cas pulled gently, trying to roll him so there were face to face, but he refused to turn. Cas pulled a little more and ended up dragging him over until they were spooning.

"I like you a lot Dean. I think humans call it love. I love you Dean."

Tears seared Dean's eyes, and he pushed his head back to but against Cas's chest. He whispered, afraid that it was all just in is head. "I love you too Castiel."

And Dean waited for it. Cas's move on him. He let his imagination run wild with thoughts of Cas's hand snaking his way into his underwear. Of kissing him of everything. But neither moved, neither made a move and within the hour, both were fast asleep, Cas's arms causally around Dean.

During the night they shifted, and Dean woke up, with his arms around Cas.

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