A/N: I'M SO SORRY IT'S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I UPDATED! This chapter was half done but I had to stop writing because of finals and then immediately after finals I went on vacation. This was technically done last night but I couldn't get online to post it. I'll try to be better guys! Hope you like it.

The walk was short and the sun was warm on the back of Castiel's neck as it set. The ground was still damp and Castiel could feel the moisture in the air but it didn't bother him much. At least it wasn't humid and hot. Chuck's house was small, only one story. The siding was dark, although Castiel suspected it had originally been lighter and was just covered in years of dirt and whatever else the wind picked up, and the doorbell was broken. Chuck didn't seem to have any neighbors nearby. Chuck went up to the door and unlocked it, setting the umbrella he had been carrying near the door. Castiel followed quickly, with Dean only a few steps behind. Castiel turned around to look at the other man, eyes wide, when he heard a squeal come from the kitchen. A petite blond woman rushed out seconds later and stopped well within Castiel's personal space. He tried to step back but Dean was right behind him. Chuck walked over to her, and after giving her a quick peck on the cheek, made quick work of introductions. He then informed the woman – Becky – that the two men needed a place to sleep. She looked them over quickly and frowned. "Well, we've only got the one bed left. I hope you don't mind."

Castiel turned and looked at Dean. "I don't really want to walk anymore tonight," he said. Dean looked up at Becky and smiled, "That'll be fine."

Becky brightened up quickly and began almost dragging them to a room in the back of the house. The sun was still shining through the windows, right onto the single bed. Towards the back of the room Castiel saw a curtain hanging down that looked suspiciously like a shower curtain. Becky left them to get settled while Dean walked in and set their bags down by the bed. He turned to Castiel and said, "I'll flip you for it."

"Huh?" Castiel looked up at him, his head tilted in confusion.

"The bed. We'll flip a coin. Heads I win, tails you lose. Got a quarter?"

Castiel pulled out his wallet and grabbed a quarter out of it. He flipped it into the air, caught it, and turned it over. When he lifted his hands, he saw George Washington's head on it and sighed.

"Sweet," Dean said, flinging himself onto the bed, his shoes still on and everything.

"And where am I supposed to sleep?" Castiel asked.

"There's always the tub," Dean suggested, his eyes already shut.

Castiel walked over towards the mysterious curtain and pushed it aside.

"It's a shower," he said matter-of-factly.

"Sorry, a deal's a deal."

Castiel just ignored the other man and grabbed a change of clothes and one of the towels that had been placed on the chair by the shower.

"I'm taking a shower," he said, eyeing the slightly transparent shower curtain. All he received in return was a grunt from Dean.

The shower had helped Castiel clear his head and when he was drying off, something finally clicked. He quickly tied the towel around his waist and stormed into the room. Dean was asleep so Castiel walked over and started trying to drag him off the bed by the foot.

Dean woke with a start and sat up quickly, falling to the floor. Serves him right, Castiel thought.

"What d'ya want?" Dean asked, his voice still rough with sleep. Castiel tried to ignore what was happening beneath his towel and quickly spoke.

"'Heads I win, tails you lose'? Really?"

"Ah, you finally got that, did you?"

"Yes and now I'd appreciate it if you got off my bed."

"What're you talking about?" Dean asked while finally climbing to his feet.

"Liars forfeit," Castiel said, taking a step forward so that he was only inches away from Dean. "And take a shower. You smell."

Dean opened him mouth to make a smart remark but quickly shut his mouth as Castiel's glare turned murderous.

"Alright, alright. Liars forfeit," Dean said as he grabbed his own clothes and made it to the shower. He stepped behind the curtain but before Castiel could begin putting his own clean clothes on, Dean stuck his head out. "No peeking."

Castiel just shook his head and changed. When he was finally presentable, he moved to sit on the bed. He could hear Dean singing in the shower, just a verse or two before he realized he was singing out loud and then it would just go back to the sound of the spray on the tile. It took Castiel a moment to realize he'd been staring at the curtain, when he could see the outline of Dean's body through the curtain. He quickly turned his head away when a he heard a knock on the door.

Becky poked her head in, immediately turning towards Castiel.

"What do you guys think of," she started, before looking down at the piece of paper in her hands, "tripe."

It was unappealing but Castiel didn't want to appear ungrateful so he opened his mouth to tell her it would be fine when Dean spoke up.

"I could cook. You know, since you gave us the room and everything."

"Really, he's a very good cook," Castiel offered before Becky could argue.

"Well, if you're sure…"

"One hundred percent," Dean called from the shower.

"Well, alright then. Use whatever you need!" Becky beamed before practically bouncing out of the room. Dean emerged from the shower seconds later with just the towel on. Castiel turned and collapsed onto the bed face first, thinking about anything but Dean's bare chest.

"So you think I'm a good cook?" Dean asked. Castiel knew he was grinning, cocky bastard.

"You know how to make a sandwich. I'd say you're on the fast track to culinary genius."

"Ha ha. Well, every 'culinary genius' needs an assistant. I guess you'll do," Dean added, his smile so wide now Castiel was sure his face might split apart.

"C'mon, you're pretty enough," Castiel said walking out the door while Dean tried to flatten out his hair in the mirror.

"Aw, now I'm pretty Cas? Keep going and I might think you actually like me," Dean said turning to follow the other man. Castiel just shook his head and picked up his pace before Dean could see the blush that colored his cheeks