Castiel still felt a little groggy from the short sleep he had. Dean felt a little worried about Sam. He wasn't sleepy, despite the fact he was driving. Tired, yes, but not quite sleepy. It was only 9 pm.

They walked up to the lady working at the reception. She was really hot, Dean thought to himself. She was blonde and had green eyes, quite slender and fit, and even sitting, you could notice she was quite tall.

„Excuse me."

„Oh, good evening. Well, aren't you precious, you two. Double bed?"

„Huh, what?" – Dean answered, genuinly suprised – „No, we're not, he's not, I'm not..."

It was hard not to notice. Castiel was leaning on Dean like his life depended on it.

„Come on man, wake up already. Yeah.."- he smiled – „No, just get me a room with three beds."

„Not obvious at all. Sure thing. Want to make one double?"

„Yes, Dean, you love double beds. Back in our home in Kansas, you were so pleased with the room you've got, especially because of the double bed."

„Our..what? Just, here." – Dean paid, took the key and left, Castiel running behind him

„I know you're used to this abnormal speed of walking, but I think I will have to yet get adjusted to it, now could you please go slower Dean?"

„Come on, man." – Dean turned around – „You don't act like that in public, got it! You don't touch me in public, you don't hug me in public, you don't do anything to me in public!"

Castiel gave him his puppy eyes, he felt he disappointed Dean yet again, and he had no idea how. Or why. – „Ok, Dean, I'll have that in mind for further notice."

Dean rolled his eyes – „Whatever. And you need to shave. Immediately. You look like a mountain man. We have an interview as FBI tomorrow. Enough of your beard growing."

He didn't shave at all for the past month at all. To tell the truth , he didn't know how to shave. He was getting pretty clumsy as human. The first time he took a knife in his hands, he cut himself, and it hurt him. He decided it would be the best to stay away from sharp objects for a while.

Dean opened the door and threw the bag he was holding on the floor. The room was pretty much the usual room he and Sam had. A small bathroom , windows, a table and four chairs. Well, this time there were two beds. One was double and one single.

„Oh come on!"

„What, I thought you like double beds."

„Yes, but as you can see, three of us, two beds. You know what, this is your fault , you're going to sleep on the floor."

„Wait how is this..."

Cas didn't get to finish before Dean slammed the bathroom door as he walked in.

Cas sat on the edge of the double bed. He pondered about things. He began to care a lot more recently. A part of being human of course. He remembered Naomi, heaven. Metatron. How he was tricked by him. The only thing he was happy about is that he didn't kill Dean. He was supposed to. Naomi was training him all that time. He killed fake Dean at least hundred of times. And yet when the time came, he couldn't bring himself to kill Dean. There was something in him telling him otherwise. Telling him that he mustn't kill Dean, at all costs. To think that for a moment he was capable of killing Dean, his best friend, and now, maybe something more now. His thoughts were broken by the sound of the bathroom door opening. Dean came out, dressed in short PJ pants and undershirt.

„Well, the bathroom's available. You go shave now, I can't look at you anymore."

„Oh." – Cas stood up – „Well, there might be a problem in that."

„What now?" – asked Dean, slightly irritated

„I don't know."

„You don't know what?"

„How to shave."

„Seriously man. You take the shaving cream, put it on yourself, take the razor and shave. Not so hard."

„Well, the last time I took something sharp in my hands, I cut myself."

„Fine you wuss, I'll teach you how to shave. Take off that trenchcoat, put a shirt on and come to the bathroom" – said Dean, threw the clothes he was holding to the floor and sat on the single bed

Castiel took off his coat and shirt, undressing like he was all alone. His vessel had a great body indeed. Dean noticed that and apparently other parts of his body did. He coughed loudly and entered the bathroom. Castiel followed up, dressed now in his pants and grey T-shirt that belonged to Dean.

At that very time, Sam was going up to reception to ask the number of his room.

„Hello."

„Well, good evening, fine mister." – the blonde said – „A room with a single bed, I hope?"

Sam smiled – „No actually, I'm here with my brother and our friend."

„Oh, you're with the couple. Cute, they are. Room 450."

„They're not.. Whatever, nice meeting you."

„Pleasure is all mine."

Sam rushed out to escape the crazy reception woman and headed to room 450. He entered and saw no trace of his brother or Castiel. Except for the bunch of clothes on the floor. And voices coming from the bathroom. Sam was not a stupid man. Could the reception woman be right? He put the food on the table and neared the bathroom door. He couldn't see anything, but could damn well hear.

„Look Cas, you can't do it that way. Here, put this on, it'll just glide up and down." – he heard his brother's voice

„But I can't , I've never done this before."

„First time for every-...DAMMIT CAS, you're spilling it all over, man, you look like a mess. Take that damned shirt off."

„Fine, no need to be mad."

„Great, now see, up and down, and out. See, not that hard."

„Indeed."

Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sure, Cas and Dean were quite closer than Cas and himself, but this close. No way. Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind. He just took the food he bought for himself, his cellphone and went out the door.

Castiel washed his face and it was all new , smooth skinned him. Dean hit him on the back.

„There you go, my friend!"

„Ouch..."

„Oh, sorry about that."

„Yeah.."

Dean went out the room and saw all the food on the table.

„Sam must have been here." – he concluded – „ He'll be back soon enough. Hopefully he went to seduce the reception woman. Here you go Cas." – he threw a sandwich to him and took pie for himself. He sat by the table and opened Sam's laptop.

Cas took the sandwich and sat on the double bed.

A few moments later, Dean was cursing everything he could.

„Son of a bitch! I broke Sam's laptop, dammit! He's going to kill me, GOD!"

„Calm down Dean, it surely isn't something that can't be fixed.. Relax and eat your pie."

„Yeah , you're right."

Dean sat next to Cas and finished their pie. They were laughing and joking, remembering about that one time they went to get Cas laid and how he scared the poor woman. They talked for at least another hour and somehow they fell asleep. Cas fell asleep on Dean's shoulder. He was shirtless and apparently forgot to wear PJ pants so he was in his boxers.

For that past hour, Sam was outside. He went to a nearby bar and ordered himself a beer. He sat there and wondered. Now how will I react? What should I do? Should I tell them I heard them? Or maybe they need more time to tell me. Yes, I will give them time, eventually they're going to tell me, it's Dean, he can't hide things from me. He sat there for two hours, afraid to go back to the hotel. Eventually he was getting sleepy and he hoped he can have a night's rest. As he walked to the room, the lights were on. Great – he thought – now I'm going to have to face them.

He opened the door and he had a nice thing to see. Half naked Castiel sleeping on his brother. Great. Perfect! He ran to the bathroom , changed himself, turned off the lights and crawled back to his bed. He turned his back to them and somehow fell asleep.