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Warning: Dean has the beginning of a gay crisis. * Snicker *

Castiel had gained quite a bit of weight in the two weeks since Bobby and Crowley took them in. He'd never had this much to eat, and he found that he enjoyed the were-crow's cooking. He'd normally gotten scraps, not that he minded eating raw meat as a panther, but he'd only eaten cooked food when Roger'd been around. But Roger had nothing on Crowley's cooking.

During the first week Dean had mostly stayed in the room Bobby had offered him. Castiel worried about him, but Dean said it was just his injuries.

Now Dean was out and moving around. And clearly hungry, if the way he devoured the rabbit was any indication.

"I'm shocked you took the time to cook it." Crowley teased Dean.

Dean didn't reply until he'd finished the rabbit. "Whatever."

Castiel had enjoyed his share, and lay down on his side in front of the fire.

"Are you going to start purring?" Dean asked.

"We don't purr often." Castiel replied, cocking his head.

Dean waved his hand. "I know, Roger told me. You, chuff, he called it?"

Castiel nodded, eager to get the subject off his best friend. "It's similar to a growl, but it sounds more like a purr."

Dean shrugged. "Whatever." He repeated as Castiel noticed that Bobby and Crowley had left, so just he and Dean were in the room.

Dean's green eyes reflected the fire, the flames dancing.

Castiel sat up, and Dean turned to look at him. Pain flashed through his handsome green eyes.

Castiel touched him on the shoulder. "I miss Roger." He told Dean, trying to help the were-wolf. He wished he could understand why it hurt him that Dean was hurting.

Dean swallowed. "It hurts. I always took care of Sammy. I protected him, no matter what. He could be a pain in the ass, but he was my brother. And now he's gone." Dean's voice broke on the last word.

Castiel felt a wave of sympathy run through him. "Dean. I'm so sorry." He didn't know what to tell his friend. Dean looked down, and blinked. Castiel pretended not to notice Dean was close to crying.

"Thanks Cas." Dean swallowed again. Castiel nodded, and the two fell into a comfortable silence.

"Stop that." Dean suddenly said, making Castiel jump a little.

"What?"

Dean turned to meet his gaze. "Staring at me. You always do that."

"I am sorry." Castiel apologized. "I didn't mean to offend you."

Dean chuckled. "It's not that Cas. It's just weird."

"I'll try not to stare." Castiel promised, and noticed Dean tense slightly.

"Night, Cas." Dean got up and hurried out of the room.

"Good night Dean." Castiel said, to an empty room.

XXX

Dean lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I'll try not to stare. Dean shook his head. But the confused look in Cas's blue eyes flashed in Dean's mind.

Dean groaned. I'm not attracted to guys! He thought to himself. So why can't I stop thinking about Cas?

Dean sighed. Last night had been the worse, he'd never had dreams about a guy before.

Dean sat up, and drew in a slow breath. Sam was dead two weeks and Dean was dreaming about some guy!

Dean stood up and walked out of the room. He passed Cas in the hallway but kept going. Dean ignored the Were-panther's greeting and entered the kitchen.

Crowley and Bobby shared a look, but Dean ignored it, shoveling down the eggs Crowley'd scrambled.

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Me: I was tempted to write this.

"I'll try not to stare." Castiel promised.

Dean's jaw dropped. "I just came."

Plot Bunny: * Laughing *

Me: * Laughs as well * That is pretty funny.

PB: Yeah. Oh Fanfiction gods, mental images!

Me: * Laughing too hard to speak * Button, click, please.

PB: She means click the review button please. Please do. And you all are aware that the chapters bounce between Roger and Sam then Cas and Dean.