Dean and Castiel grabbed coffee and breakfast to go in the morning and were soon on their way back to the bunker. Dean had already been awake and getting ready to go when Castiel woke up and Dean had not really said anything since. As much as Castiel did not like the quiet ride home, he was not going to push Dean to talk to him. He knew that what happened the night before was against everything that Dean knew that he was. This had to be confusing for Dean and Castiel was not going to push him to face any of this right away. Castiel was not even sure what any of this was.
Castiel finally decided that what took place was a one-time thing. Dean felt like he owed something to Castiel for giving up being an angel for him. Dean was just trying to say thank you in the only way that he could. Dean was much better with actions than he was with words most of the time. As long as they were friends, that was all that Castiel needed.
When they arrived back at the bunker, they quickly fill Sam in with what happened. They leave out the parts that were sexual, Sam did not need to know that much, it was not important to the situation; It was not important at all really. It was just something that had happened.
"Well I hate to rain on your human parade," Sam gave Castiel a smile. "But I have a case for us all. Appears to be a vampire, so it shouldn't be too hard. It's about a half a day's drive."
"I could go for some beheadings," Dean agreed overly eager. "I will get a bag together."
"You need some clothes Cas?" Sam asked, picking up his laptop.
"No," Castiel shook his head. "I think I am going to sit this one out. I am tired. I will wait here."
"Are you sure man?" Sam asked.
"Yes," Castiel nodded. "You and Dean go. I will hold down the fort as you so call it."
"Okay," Sam smiled at Castiel. "Make yourself at home."
Before Sam and Dean left, they showed Castiel to an empty room. Empty in the sense that it had no life in it. There was a bed, made up with blankets and a pillow. There was a dresser, devoid of clothing and a desk in the corner with a chair, nothing sitting upon it. It was now Castiel's nothing. It was up to him to make it something. He had never had possessions. Now was his chance to have things that belonged to him. But he had no idea where to start.
Castiel tried his best to make himself at home. He explored the bunker more, though he had already seen a good deal of it. In his searching, he found some movies and decided that he was going to get himself acquainted. He knew they were Dean's because the majority of them were horror movies. He tried his hardest to show no fear but there was no one around to watch, so he allowed for himself to jump every now and again.
One thing Castiel learned from all of these movies was that there was a happy ending. Sure many people died and it was a long journey, but someone survived. Someone killed the monster and they got to live their life; they got to live on and find love. Love. That was another thing he noticed in these movies. There was always someone that was in love. Castiel doubted that he was ever truly going to find love. He loved Dean but was that the love you saw in movies? He did not expect Dean to ever love him the way these people appeared to love each other.
Was this worth it? Had Castiel made the right decision? He could have remained an angel, his life would be limitless. He could go anywhere that he wanted, whenever he wanted. He was surrounded by his family, brothers and sisters that he loved with all of who he was. Now he was human. He had no family. All he had left was Dean and Sam and he was not even sure that he had that. He feared that Dean was going to push him away after what happened. He was going to be without everything.
