A/N: I have no excuses except that tumblr and homework distracted me and then wouldn't work. But I'm here now so. Not sure how I feel with this chapter. It's probably rushed… My apologies that it's also kind of short too. The end is in sight though, so woohoo! Hope you enjoy!

Castiel woke the next day to the sun shining on his eyes and a warm body pressed against his back and a hand that wasn't his laying on his stomach. Whatever time it was Castiel figured was too early and snuggled closer to the body behind him as the arm tightened around his middle. He was almost asleep when he remembered who he was in bed with. Fuck fuck fuck, he thought as he tried to think of a way to get out of bed without waking Dean up. He could feel Dean's soft breathing on the back of his neck and the less rational part of him wanted to stay in bed and fall back asleep wrapped in Dean's warmth. But he knew this wasn't a conversation he wanted to have later so he carefully grabbed the wrist of the hand that was currently lying flat against his stomach and tried to gently move it to a spot that wasn't Castiel.

After what seemed like hours of trying to escape Dean's grasp, Castiel was finally able to wriggle his way out. He quickly grabbed a change of clothes and a towel and headed to the shower to take care of the raging hard on he was now sporting. When he finished, he got dressed slowly, carefully listening to hear if Dean was awake. He couldn't hear anything, so maybe he was still asleep or he'd left in the middle of Castiel's shower. They hadn't done more than that one kiss but Castiel felt like he was acting like they'd have some awkward one night stand. He tried not to think about sex, particularly sex with Dean, as he felt a coil of heat in his stomach.

Resolutely not thinking about Dean, Castiel made his way back into the bedroom. The sheets were rumpled but empty. Castiel wasn't sure if the relief or the disappointment was stronger. With that, he made his way to the kitchen, his mind wandering to his empty stomach. He could smell bacon, eggs, and something sweet, maybe pancakes. When he walked into the kitchen, there was plate of food on the counter and Dean was sitting on a bench by the door, lacing up his boots. He looked up at the sound of Castiel's steps and Castiel could swear he saw the other man's cheeks flush slightly. He gestured to the plate and asked, "Is that for me?"

Dean just grunted as he got up and walked over, grabbing an apple off the counter. Castiel took that as a yes and grabbed the fork by the plate and began shoveling food in his mouth, less because of hunger and more because of the silence that had fallen over the room. He kept his eyes on the plate as he leaned against the counter, wanting to move to the table but at the same time glued to floor. He could feel Dean's eyes on him. Suddenly the taller man spoke up, saying, "Chuck says there's a bus stop not far from here. He said it should take up to a train station that'll take us to Seattle." Castiel just nodded as Dean pushed himself off the counter and left the room, tossing the apple core into the trash on his way out. Castiel finished eating quickly after that and made sure to wash his dishes before leaving. He couldn't hear Chuck or Becky anywhere.

When he got back to their room, Dean had his duffel ready and Castiel's suitcase was beside the door. As they made their way out, some of the tension faded as Dean started cracking jokes again. The walk to their next stop might be long and Castiel was glad that it wasn't going to be spent in an uncomfortable silence.

The walk didn't take nearly as long as he had assumed it would. They only had to wait about half an hour before the bus came. Castiel had asked why they hadn't just gone to the train station where Chuck worked, but Dean had just shrugged, saying, "He started saying it was closed today or something like that. I don't know, I was still half asleep at the time."

Castiel just chuckled and shook his head. He got up a moment later to call Balthazar to let him know they were on their way. The battery was low on his phone so he kept the call short, offering up only the important information. Balthazar told Castiel that he missed him and loved him. Castiel responded with the same and went to sit down beside Dean again. The bus was there minutes later and they set off towards their next stop.

They almost missed the train. The bus had picked up a group of people at a nursing home nearby. From what Castiel could hear, they were headed to the casino. When they got to the station, both men hurriedly bought their tickets and took a seat towards the back, Castiel sliding in by the window as Dean lifted their bags onto the rack above their heads. Castiel was starting to feel drowsy. The sun was high now and shining through the window, warming his face and making him more tired. He leaned his head against the window, the cool glass contrasting with the warm sun and quickly dozed off.

When he woke up later, the sun was much lower and his cheek was pressed against a flannel-covered shoulder. He could feel Dean's cheek on his head and a hand on his leg. There was no internal struggle in Castiel's head this time, like there had been this morning. He just pressed closer, if that was possible, and fell back asleep. Maybe he'd regret it when Dean was awake as well but he just couldn't bring himself to care much.