A/N #1: Because cassiels-song said she wanted it a little longer, here's a second chapter.

A/N #2: If you haven't figured it out yet, Sam's voice in Dean's head will be in bold. Dean's thoughts are still italicized. I know that mind-Sam sounds a little like he could be soulless-Sam, but oh well.

Anywho, enjoy!

Wish Series Part One, Chapter Two

Time

A few minutes after Dean and Cas had started kissing again, Dean pulled away. Cas looked sad at the loss.

"Dean, why did you stop?"

Dean chuckled, "Well, Cas. You angels may be able to mac forever without air, but the thing is, us humans can't."

Cas smiled slightly, "Of course. My apologies. Please let me know when you are ready to resume."

Dean chuckled again.

"What's so funny, Dean?"

"Nothing, it's just –" Oh my god, I can't believe I'm actually going to say this to a dude, Dean thought as he rubbed Cas' cheek with his thumb, "you're adorable."

Cas smiled again, "Thank you, Dean."

Dean smirked. "And you're a good kisser." For a dude. Dean mentally kicked himself.

"I'm glad you're enjoying kissing me Dean. I, I was afraid, because I am in a male vessel, that once you had stopped, you would regret that you had kissed me."

Dean seemed concerned. "Cas' I don't regret it."

"But it also makes you uncomfortable. You wish I was in a female vessel, don't you?" Cas looked sad.

Damn it Cas!

"No, Cas no! I mean, it would be easier, but –"

Cas looked away, "I see."

Well shit Dean! You're an idiot. I know that, thanks Sammy!

"Hey!" Dean made Cas look at him. "Don't, Cas. Just," Dean sighed, "Just let me explain." Crap, more feelings talk! Damn it Dean! It's bad enough when you do this with Sammy!

"Look, Cas I'm used to being with women. I know women. I don't know guys. I-I mean, I don't really know how it works with a dude. So yeah, I'm going into virgin territory here and that makes me a little uncomfortable. It-it's just gonna take me a while to get used to the thought of being… something, with another guy. But Cas, I want to be with you, and the you that I know looks like a dude. So, just, give me a little time to get used to the thought. Ok?" Dean gave Cas's hand a light squeeze.

Girl. Bitch. Jerk.

"Of course Dean. I would do anything for you. You do know that, don't you?"

Awww. Shut you damn cake-hole Sam!

"Yeah, Cas I know. I, I'd do anything for you too."

Man up, Winchester! You sound like a fucking girl!

"It makes me happy to know that Dean."

Dean smiled. "Good. I'm glad." Dean put on his serious face. "Now, I think you - or me-" Dean smirked, "should take off that trench coat-"

"Technically, Dean, it's an overcoat." Cas corrected him.

"Right. Overcoat. Take off that overcoat, the suit jacket, the tie, and the shoes, and the socks, too, if you want."

Cas looked at him, surprised and confused. "But, Dean, I thought-"

"Oh! No no no no no! Cas, I don't want to… you know. I just think you'd be more comfortable with them off."

Cas looked down at himself, "Oh, I see. That might be more pleasurable, yes. " Cas looked up at Dean, "But, I haven't taken these clothes off before." Cas grinned. Actually. Fucking. Grinned. "Would you help me?"

Dean got off the couch and knelt at Cas's feet. He slipped off the angel's shoes then stood up. Dean indicated for Cas to stand up and turn around. He pulled the coat off Cas's shoulders and placed it on the couch where he was sitting moments ago. Cas turned around. He looked uncomfortable.

"What's wrong Cas?"

"I, I feel naked Dean."

Dean grinned and gave Cas a reassuring kiss, then rid the – no, his angel of his jacket and tie.

Cas tilted his head and squinted his eyes, in that oh so adorable way that he does. "What now, Dean?"

Yeah, what now Dean?

"You know what Cas, I'm tired. Can we," Dean cleared his throat, "go to bed?"

"Dean, I'm an angel and you know I don't sleep." Cas smirked. Actually. Fucking. Smirked. He knew damn well that Dean knew damn well that he didn't sleep. He then made his way over to the second bed.

Hey? Where does he think he's going?

"Cas, where are you going?"

"I, I thought that…" Cas pointed at the second bed.

Dean grinned, "Nope."

Cas slid into Dean's bed. Dean slipped off his own shoes and crawled under the covers with his angel; they lied there facing each other. Dean scooted closer to Cas, and once again cupped his face and rubbed his cheek.

"'Night Cas." Dean said, lovingly.

"Goodnight Dean."

Dean laid his head down on the pillow and closed his eyes.

"Uh, Cas?"

"Yes Dean?"

"You better be here in the morning."

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, Dean."

Dean opened his eyes again. "Oh, and Cas? Could you at least pretend that you're sleeping, at least until I fall asleep? It, well, it would be kind of creepy of if you were staring me while I'm trying to fall asleep."

Yeah, that would be creepy. Sammy, seriously! You're not even the real Sam for Christ's sake! So shut you're non-real goddamn cake-hole! Whatever, Dean.

"How would you know if I was watching you while you slept? Your eyes would be closed."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I'd just know, ok man? !"

"Ok Dean."

Dean sighed. "I, I… I'm sorry Cas."

"I know Dean." Cas closed his eyes and sighed. "Is this alright?"

"Yeah, Cas," Dean leaned over and kissed him again, "that perfect," he mumbled into the angel's lips. Dean gave Cas one more kiss, then put his head back on the pillow. His right arm was under the pillow under his head, and let his left arm drifted from Cas's face down to his waist.

Dean smiled to himself. Yeah, I could get used to this. Dean closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.