Author's note: Sorry I am updating this late. I realise 5 days have already passed since my last update, but school started and I haven't had much time to write on this chapter. Most of it was written during the weekend. I'm really sorry for updating late, but it can't be helped.

This story might be longer than I first planned. But we'll see. It'll have at least another 2 chapters I think.

This chapter proved very difficult to write. I still kinda dislike some of it XD; I'm already working on chapter 4, so hopefully I'll have it up within a few days, please be patient =]
Thank you to everyone who reviewed so far. I was fairly surprised that you people like my fic so much XD Thank you, and please enjoy.

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Dean woke up three hours later. His neck was kinda sore from the position he was sitting in; with Cas' head on his shoulder and his own resting against Cas' soft hair. He opened his eyes and saw Sam's eyes staring right back into his.

"Jesus!" he blurted in surprise. "Don't do that!" he growled in an almost whisper to avoid waking the still sleeping angel on his shoulder.

Sam smirked. "Aww how cute you two are. Is this what they mean by having an angel on your shoulder?" he grinned. He was sitting backwards on a chair in front of Dean, arms resting on the back of the chair, and chin resting on his arms as he stared at the two sleeping men on the couch.

"Shut up," Dean mumbled and flushed. Castiel shifted next to him, but instead of waking up he just snuggled tighter up against him. Dean's face turned impossibly red, and Sam smirked again.

"How long have you been sitting there anyway?" Dean asked his brother, eyebrow raised.

"Not long," Sam replied and got up from the chair. "I came in here and heard the TV was on. And then I saw you two snuggle on the couch."

"We're not snuggling!" Dean protested, still keeping his voice down for Castiel's sake.

"Right, but Cas sure is," Sam pointed out.

At the mention of his name, Castiel began to stir and wake up. He moved his head from Dean's shoulder; groaning as his neck hurt from the position, and sat up on the couch. Then he turned his head and stared at Dean. Suddenly realizing he had been sleeping on Dean's shoulder, he flinched away from Dean like he had been burned.

"I apologize," he said, slight panic and embarrassment in his voice, which was rather unusual for the stoic angel. He was definitely more human now, Dean thought.

"Don't worry about it, Cas," Dean muttered and stood up from the couch. The angel stood up with him – not like he had much of a choice anyway. "How long were we sleeping anyway?" he asked Sam.

"Good three hours," Sam replied.

Three hours. Then it was already afternoon. Dean never slept at this time of the day, but when Cas had fallen asleep on his shoulder, Dean had suddenly felt tired too. They hadn't gotten many hours of sleep last night anyway.

"And you two need a shower. You're starting to smell," Sam grimaced.

"And how are we supposed to shower when neither of us can get our shirts off?" Dean asked sarcastically, gesturing to the handcuffs which were still in the way.

"I don't know, use a wet cloth maybe? Be creative," Sam shrugged.

Dean was just about to complain about that when Cas pulled at his sleeve. "What?" he asked and turned to look at the angel. Castiel's face was slightly flushed and he looked at Dean, innocently.

"Dean, something is… There is some kind of pressure in my abdomen," Cas frowned. He placed his hand at his abdomen to show Dean where he meant.

Dean looked down at where Cas' hand was, and understood immediately. "You're kidding me."

Sam chuckled. "Well, he's all yours". Then he hurried out the door while laughing.

Castiel glanced after the younger Winchester as he went away, and frowned. He wasn't sure what was going on or why Sam thought the pressure in his abdomen was so funny.

Dean saw his questioning look and said, "It's your bladder Cas. Means you gotta use the toilet."

Castiel's eyes widened and suddenly looked ashamed. Dean felt kinda sorry for him. "C'mon, let's go to the toilet then. I need it too," he mumbled and dragged Castiel up the stairs to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, Dean locked the door behind them to make sure no one intruded on them during this little awkward situation. They walked over to the toilet and Dean lifted the seat up.

"Uh, okay, so zip your pants down and pull it out," Dean said, awkwardly.

"'Pull it out'?" Castiel asked in confusion.

"Yes, ya know… the thing you pee with, Cas!" Dean blurted out, face already turning impossibly red. Jeez, if his face was red now, wonder how it'd be in a few moments, he thought.

"Oh," Castiel said, realizing what Dean meant, and blushing himself. Dean turned his side to Cas as the angel began to zip down his pants and heard him fumble with his boxers. "And what should I do now?" he heard Cas ask.

"Uh, just grab it, aim at the toilet and then relax, then I think the rest goes smoothly," Dean instructed him.

After a few seconds, Dean could hear that Cas got the hang of it. This was even more awkward than it was to have Cas listen to him pee. He heard the angel finish, and then he heard fumbling with clothes as the angel tucked himself back into his pants.

"Huh, and I thought you were clueless about what to do," Dean said as he turned to face Castiel again.

"It's not hard to guess that you have to put your penis back into your pants when you're done, Dean," Castiel told him.

"Dude, be less graphic about this please," Dean grimaced. "My turn now, so turn around and don't listen."

After they finished their thing in the bathroom, Dean collected some cloths and started to wet them. They couldn't take a shower because neither of them could get their shirts off because of the handcuffs, so wet cloths had to do. Hopefully they could take away the worst smell of sweat.

Dean dragged Cas back into the spare bedroom so they could both sit down. Sitting down would be easier. Castiel didn't have a clue what Dean was doing, so he just followed Dean's lead and went back into the bedroom with him.

"Okay, unbutton your shirt and then I can wash the worst smell off of you," Dean told him.

Castiel began to unbutton his shirt, hesitantly.

Once all the buttons were up, Dean pushed the shirt slightly back and started running the warm but wet cloth over Castiel's torso, washing away any sweat and smell.

Castiel was slimmer than he thought. The many layers of clothes prevented Dean from knowing what he looked like underneath them – of course he never thought about that anyway. His torso wasn't as muscled as Dean's, but it was lean and toned and Dean found himself staring at it before forcing himself to continue his task.

He washed Castiel's chest, stomach, his sides and then his neck, while the angel was watching his actions intently.

Once he reached Cas' armpits with the cloth, the angel flinched violently and let out a yelp of surprise.

Dean pulled back, afraid he might have hurt the angel. But from the look on Cas' face, it didn't seem like it. The angel's eyes were wide in shock and wonder.

"That felt… weird," Cas said, testing the word, and staring at Dean in wonder.

Dean slowly moved the cloth back and touched the same place again, experimentally, causing Cas to flinch and yelp again. Dean smirked knowingly.

"Cas, are you ticklish?"

Castiel stared at Dean in surprise and seemed to think it over inside his head before answering. "Yes, I think I might be."

Dean chuckled. Who had thought that angels could be ticklish? He moved to continue washing Cas when the angel stopped him with a hand on his.

"Do you really have to do that? It feels so… uncomfortable," Castiel asked, staring at Dean in an almost scared manner. Dean's heart clenched at that.

"Yes, we gotta get washed, Cas," Dean answered and continued to wash him because he had to clean him. Dean could see that Cas was struggling not to make any noises while Dean cleaned his armpits, but he kept twitching under the touch.

It didn't take long before he was done cleaning Cas. Dean put the cloth aside and starting wetting the other cloth, which he was going to clean himself with. Since he didn't have a button shirt like Cas did, he had to remove as much of his t-shirt as he could, until it was only attached to his left arm where the handcuffs were in the way.

Dean started washing himself when he saw Castiel's intense stare. He was without doubt staring at Dean's torso. Dean stared back at him, and suddenly Cas looked up and his cheeks flushed.

"I'm sorry," he said, ashamed and looked away.

Dean was about to say something when Sam opened the door. "Dean, are you in here? Hurry up, I found a—" the younger Winchester trailed off as he saw the two men in the room. He looked from Dean, who was standing there; half stripped of his shirts, and then to Castiel, who was sitting on the bed next to Dean with a flushed face, and his shirt still unbuttoned.

Sam grimaced at the scene in front of him. "Oh dude, couldn't you guys wait a bit with this, or at least lock the damn door?"

"What? No, it's not like that!" Dean blurted, face now flushed too. Next to him, Cas frowned as he stared between the two brothers.

"Whatever," Sam said, pulling a bitch face. "I found a case close by, so we're leaving soon. Just make sure you get washed already and get your stuff packed. And next time, lock the damn door, jerk." Then he left the room as quickly as he came in.

"Bitch!" Dean yelled after his brother as he left.

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"So, what is this case anyway?" Dean asked as he and Cas loaded the Impala's trunk with the rest of the weapons they had cleaned while staying at Bobby's.

"Some demons have come to town, rising up hell," Sam explained as he too loaded the trunk with weapons. "Bobby said things have been kinda crazy there for the last few days. Demons possessing random people and killing the towns people, stuff like that."

"So, we're going on a demon hunt?" Dean asked and raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah, so?" Sam asked, looking from between the two.

"So, Cas doesn't have his powers anymore because of Gabriel's little bitch game. And I'm not sure if he's ever fought demons without them," Dean said, trying to hide the concern in his voice, and looked at the angel next to him.

"I have experience with fighting without my powers, so that shouldn't be a problem," Cas assured him. Dean didn't have time to ask him about how and when he had that experience before Sam interrupted.

"Great, let's go then. I'm driving," Sam smirked, waving the keys to the Impala in front of Dean's face who scowled at his little brother in return.

The hunt was nearby, in a town a few miles from Bobby's house. It was a pretty small town, one that you'd easily get bored in, at least if you were a teenager.

As they drove through town, none of them saw anything out of the ordinary. They decided to go to a small diner in the outskirts of the town to ask the people there about the strange events happening in town lately.

When they stepped inside the diner, which was loaded with people, Castiel suddenly stopped after entering the place. Dean, who hadn't seen the angel stop, kept walking towards the desk along with Sam, when he was suddenly pulled to a stop because of the handcuffs.

"Dude, warn me," Dean scowled at Cas, whose eyes were looking around the diner.

"We need to leave. Right now," Castiel said, urgently, already pulling Dean towards the exit.

Sam frowned at him in confusion. "Why?"

Castiel turned to walk out the door when someone slammed it shut right in front of him. The man locked the door and turned to look at them; eyes pitch black.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me," Dean said as everyone's eyes in the diner turned black.

"We walked right into a trap," Sam said, stating the obvious.

And then they were under attack. By dozens of demons.

They started shooting the demons with rock salt and trying to hold them down so Castiel could say an Enochian exorcism to drive the demons out of their host bodies. It was better than using Ruby's knife since the knife killed the hosts as well, but holding the demons down until Castiel was done chanting the exorcism was a difficult task. There were so many of them.

Dean was kicking away any demons trying to get to Cas to stop him from exorcising them. Sam, who was fighting several demons alone a few feet away, had no choice but to use the knife for help. Of course, the demons weren't trying to kill him because he was Lucifer's vessel, but they tried to overpower and capture him.

Being distracted checking on Sam and making sure he wasn't in any desperate need of help, Dean hadn't seen one demon sneaking up on him and Cas from behind. When he noticed the demon, the demon was already tackling Cas from behind.

Castiel let out a startled yelp as the demon attacking him and was throwing its arms around his neck to choke him. "Cas!" Dean exclaimed. He tried pushing the demon off of Cas, but being handcuffed to the angel, he had trouble fighting a demon that was behind them.

Dean could do nothing but to keep pushing and punching at the demon from an awkward angle – which was a very stubborn one – while Cas was gasping for help. It only became worse when a second demon launched itself at Dean, trying to stop him from helping Cas. Their struggle led them towards a table, which the first demon purposefully started pushing and hitting Castiel against over and over, leaving the angel screaming and gasping out in pain.

Dean was struggling with the other demon and was unable to help Cas. It was frustrating and when he heard Cas' gasps and cries of pain, he became downright scared for his angel.

He wished someone would come to help them…

Suddenly there was a violent shake in the room and the demons screeched in pain before disappearing in the thin air.

Dean fell to the ground, Cas too, and Sam stood a few feet away, looking just as baffled as Dean.

"The fuck?" Dean mumbled and looked around in confusion. His gaze fell on Cas next to him, who was clutching his ribs in pain. "Cas! You alright?"

"I'm fine," the angel groaned in pain and started coughing violently.

"Phew, that was a close call," a familiar voice came from the room. "You should thank me." They looked up and saw Gabriel standing in the middle of the diner, looking self-satisfied.

"Gabriel?" Sam said in surprise as he stared at the archangel in disbelief.

"The one and only," the archangel answered with a smirk.

"Son of a bitch! What the hell are you doing here?" Dean shouted; hand resting on Cas' shoulder in comfort as they sat on the ground.

"Just saved your asses and sent the demons on a little trip to somewhere. I bet they're having fun," Gabriel chuckled.

"Why not just kill them off?" Sam asked.

"There is no fun in that," Gabriel answered with a wave of his hand.

Castiel hissed in pain. Blood was coming from his temple from having had his head smashed into the table by the demon, and Dean bet that his ribs were badly bruised as well. He knew that Castiel probably wasn't used to physical pain, so the sensation must be quite overwhelming for the angel.

"Heal him, you bastard," Dean growled at Gabriel.

"Why? He's not my angel to take care of," Gabriel said simply, looking intently at Dean as he said so. Sam stared between them as Dean glared at the archangel in confusion.

"Have fun playing nurse, Dean," Gabriel smirked and then he was gone.

To be continued…

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I'm working on chapter 4! Please be patient and understand my situation. I just started on my education and I don't wonna be behind in studying because of the fic (though it's tempting to write rather than study). I'll write on my fic whenever I find the time for it.

Thank you for reading and please review :)