There were at least six more empty beer bottles scattered throughout their apartment before the night was considered over. Gabriel was passed out on the couch, sprawled over Sam's lap like a sleepy cat. Dean had taken up one of the single-couch chairs that face opposite, Cas perching on the arm. Sam shrugged as the two laughed lightly at the predicament he'd found himself in. He carefully attempted to move Gabriel's head from his lap, freezing up when he started to move in his sleep.

Dean slipped a warm arm around Castiel's waist before looking up to him, "We should get going pretty soon."

"I thought you'd stay here the night..."

"Nah, the motel's fine." he assured him.

Castiel frowned, "There are only motels in this area happen to be late night hook-up ones. Please tell me you haven't been staying in one..."

Sam smirked, "That'd be the case."

He turned to Sam irritatingly, "If Gabriel were still awake he'd be just as put off. Seriously, just stay the night."

"What's wrong with out motel?" Dean questioned.

"Apart from me staying up all night worried that you'll get attacked by hookers you mean?" he joked... sorta, "Its not very comforting..."

Sam let out a heavy sigh when his third attempt to remove the sleeping man from his lap failed, "I don't think I'm going anywhere anyway to be honest." he smiled, "I wouldn't mind staying the night. What harm could it do?"

Dean grinned devilishly, "That guy's got energy, you'll be lucky to get out of here with just a signed marriage license." he teased.

"Not funny Dean."

Castiel stood from where he was perched, "He's actually not that far off..."

Sam looked dumbfound, "You serious?!"

"No." Castiel let Sam glare at him as he started for the closet across the small hall.

"Where are you going?" Dean frowned.

"Getting pillows. Unless you want Sam to sit there and suffer all night."

Dean let out a half shrug, earning an angry 'hey' from Sam. Castiel was happy. He wasn't necessarily 100% sure, but it at least felt like he and Dean were together. They at least were on the right road. Cas grabbed a couple pillows before kicking the closet door shut quietly, no use waking Gabriel now. Sam looked relieved to say the least, and happily took them, tossing one behind his neck so that it was more comfortable to sleep in an upright position, carefully slipping the other beneath Gabriel's head. Sam looked concerned, "You think he'll need a blanket?"

"Jeez Sammy, getting all soft?"

"Shut up jerk."

"Bitch."

"Hey ass butt," Cas interjected, gaining both their attention, "You coming? Or am I sleeping alone?"

Sam shot Dean a knowing look as he stood, smirking down at his little brother. Castiel waited for Dean to reach the mouth of the hall before flipping the light switch to the front room leaving Sam to try and sleep. Cas had a room at the end of the hall. It wasn't huge, and... was honestly a bit empty. There was a near empty bookshelf, a dresser, and an out of place laptop that rested atop a worn out, wood desk. Of course there was also a bed, but honestly the room felt sort of cold.. if that made any sense. You know when college students get a first look at their dorm room? It was a bit like that.

The only thing that did have a more homey feel to it was the bed. Apart from the puffy brown comforter, the sleek black pillows seemed thin. However, they proved themselves when Castiel picked one up, chucking the soft fabric at his face with a giggle. Yes, an adorable giggle.

Dean watched in fascination as Cas stripped -more sensually then he should have- down to a pair of tight-fitting boxers before casually slipping into a pair of sweats. He turned to Dean with a cheeky grin, "Going to sleep in your clothes?"

"No, I prefer to sleep naked." he replied, clearly joking, but taking Castiel by surprise all the same.

"Ass butt..." he smiled, plopping down care-freely into the bed spread before shutting his eyes.

"Sleepy blue eyes?"

Groaning, Cas rolled over, facing Dean as he started pulling his shirt over his head, "You do know that its almost six o'clock right?"

"And?"

"Aaaand I have work tomorrow... One more day until the sweet relief of the weekend!" he cheered, tossing his hands into the air for extra effect. He paused for a moment, "...are you going to come in tomorrow?"

Dean flipped up the covers, joining Cas in their warmth, "I took care of the nest today... so there's no need to scout the Lion's Den out anymore."

"...Is that why you didn't come in today?"

Dean smiled sweetly at him, gently folding his hand over Castiel's as he watched his eyes shy, "Did it really bug you that much?"

"Well, I sorta thought you used me and left.. it was a pretty reasonable thought you know." he confessed, training his eyes on the way Dean was tracing the patterns in his hand, "I didn't know what to think."

Dean frowned, "I didn't mean to make it look that way... sorry.."

Cas softened, scotching himself closer to Dean until he got the hint, his muscular arms draping over Cas in a comforting gesture. He chuckled, "I'm getting kinda soft too."

Cas looked up at him questioningly, making him chuckle again, "It's not just Sam who's losing his touch. You two kind of have that effect I guess." he sighed happily, laying his head comfortably against the pillow before closing his eyes, "I used to work like that. You're just... weird."

"Gee thanks." he scoffed.

Dean flipped open a single eye, smirking, "It's a good weird."

"There's no such thing."

"Oh yeah?" he challenged, "Unicorns."

Cas sat up, falling out of Dean's arm and propping himself up against his elbows, "No! Unicorns are evil! They're not all rainbows you know, they can impale you!"

Dean was fully awake now, and blinked twice before bursting into laughter.

"What? It's true!"

He smiled, "See? Good weird."

"But I just said-"

"Not the unicorn genius. I meant you."

"Ah..." he started, letting his arms fall limp again before snuggling into Dean's chest. "Will you still be here when I wake up this time?" he asked hesitantly.

Dean nuzzled his nose into Castiel's hair before grunting lightly, "Yeah."

Happily sighing, Castiel breathed out, "..Good..."