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"Err Dean? Why are you shouting?"

"Ugh…"

"Tell him!"

Shut UP Sam!

"It's just something humans do when they get, umm…stressed, and err- stuff" Dean finished lamely.

"Oh." Said Cas.

Dean looked at Cas. Cas looked at Dean. From where Sam was sat, he could tell that Dean was replaying his erotic Cas-dream on the little thought screen in front of Sam. It was like hiss very own crackly TV, complete with two fascinating channels; The Dean show and porn. Urgh.

Sam couldn't tell what Cas was thinking but from the staring contest that was showing up as intermissions on his little brain-screen, he was probably mentally undressing Dean.

"He's mentally undressing you." Sam loudly proclaimed inside Dean's head.

The room where Sam was sat got warm again very quickly and seemed to be changing colour. Red.

Hmmm, fetching. Sam thought. Wonder what's up with Dean to get it to that exact crimson blood shade?

"Are you blushing again Dean?" Sam asked. "And why is your brain room red?"

Oh, I don't know Sam? Possibly because it's subconsciously telling me to redecorate using your blood as wallpaper?

"Now that's not very nice Dean." Sam paused. Dean's mind appeared to be elsewhere. "Not still eye-fucking Cas are we?" He grinned.

You know what Samantha? Why don't you go and check into another part of my brain? You know, the one that controls the bowel functions or something. Cause I literally don't think I can take a single second more of you flicking through my thoughts without literally tearing my own brain out!

I've already told you Dean! I can't leave this place! Wait…maybe I CAN.

Dean waited a few seconds (he may or may not have been staring at Cas) and then heard a muffled 'shit!' and a few clunking sounds coming from inside his head and silently dreaded the state his head would be in once Sam was done trashing it.

WOAH! Man, this is awesome! I think I'm in, like, the control centre or something! I've got your eyes, ears, nose, hands, everything!

Wait, wait, WHAT! Control centre?! Like, you can control me now?

A few more clunking sounds and what sounded like a smash, before Sam said: Awww damnit! Looks like that's a no man.

Dean let out a breath that he hadn't even realised he'd been holding.

"Dean are you alright?" Cas asked.

The breath was almost immediately sucked in again and was accompanied by an involuntary leap into the air.

"Ugh, yes yes! I'm fine! Just a-a headache."

Maybe this is just a headache. Or a dream. Yes, that's it. A horribly perverted dream which I'm going to wake up from any second.

"Yeah Dean, you wish."

You're just a figment of my imagination Sammy.

"Whatever Mr. nightmare man."

"Can I get you anything?" Cas had his head tilted to one side.

"I think I just need to be alone for a bit Cas."

"Oh. Ok Dean."

Cas sounded hurt and Dean immediately regretted using such a harsh tone. It wasn't the angel's fault that Sam was driving him round the bend.

"No, wait Cas! I-um..." He reached out and tugged on the angel's shoulder before he had the chance to disappear.

What was he supposed to say now?!

"Ask him to get you a pie."

What?! Why?

'Cas never forgets the pie' Sam quoted, smirking.

Castiel had turned back to look at Dean and obviously expected him to say something.

"I-sorry Cas. It's not your fault. You can stay if you like." Dean apologized.

"It's fine Dean, really." Cas replied. "I was only coming to check on you and…where's Sam?"

Sam didn't know whether to feel put out, or amused. On the one hand, Cas didn't notice that Sam was missing until he looked around the hotel room. On the other, this probably meant that he was so entirely focused on Dean that mundane things (i.e. a 6' 4" man) paled in comparison.

Actually, he didn't feel amused. He felt weirded out. Cas was almost certainly hitting on Dean. Dean was almost definitely hitting on Cas. Sam had had no clue whatsoever.

For a smart guy, he felt incredibly stupid.

When he thought about it, the signs were everywhere really.

Cas came when Dean called. Not Sam, not Bobby. ALWAYS Dean.

The profound bond that they shared. Maybe it's a lot more 'profound' than Sam had originally thought.

The staring. Oh God the staring. The world could be falling apart (and was in fact, he reminded himself. Definitely not his proudest moment) and they'd still be staring at each other like they were the only things that mattered.

Sam wondered if he was becoming increasingly moronic.

SAM! Where the Hell are you?

"Ugh…Here?"

No! Where are YOU? Your body or whatever. Where is it?!

"Oh! Err, Patrick said in a hospital, but I don't know where. You're not planning to burn it are you?!

"He's in hospital. Our last case left him with a broken leg and he insisted that we take him there. Bit pathetic if you ask me."

Sam growled inside Dean's head.

"Should be out soon though."

This was more a prayer than an assurance on Dean's part, but Cas didn't know that.

"Do you want me to go and heal him for you?"

"NO! Errr… I mean, no. I think it will serve him right for being so careless" Dean improvised quickly.

"Smooth Dean. Smooth."

"SHUT UP!"

"But Dean, I didn't say anything, I… Maybe I should just go." Cas looked at the floor and scuffed his feet, before glancing back up at Dean.

Shit.

"No Cas! I'm sorry! I didn't mean…! I mean, I thought…"

"See you around Dean. If you need me, I guess you can just stick your hands together and pray, right?" Spat the angel, angrily, casting blue eyes glistening with tears at the hunter's horrified face.

Dean reached out a hand to grab at Cas but he'd already gone. All that came away in his hand was a tiny iridescent black feather. It shimmered in Dean's palm before blazing up and slipping through Dean's fingers as nothing more than pale ash.