Cas didn't seem too interested in his surroundings as Dean drove them into Kansas City. Statues looked over large areas of grass and shadows of skyscrapers covered other buildings. But like Cas, Dean wasn't interested in where he was. He just wanted to find his way to the airport.

'I can walk to where I need to go from here.' Cas said, pointing to the footpath. Dean pulled over and Cas opened the door.

'Thank you, Dean.'

Dean said nothing. Cas nodded his head, grabbed his brief case and stepped out of the car.

'Goodbye.'

Dean drove off and turned the music volume up. Another friend lost. And perhaps even, a relationship, he thought. But now Cas was gone. And he would never see him again.

Castiel walked up the footpath and found a liquor store. He stood outside and looked through the windows. It was a rough day. And it was time for a drink. When he went inside, he realised how warm it was. But there was nothing to bother him, so he decided to stay. He stood around in each aisle for five minutes, then one of the workers came up to him.

'Do you need any help sir?'

Cas looked from the worker to the shelf, chose a bottle of Jack Daniel's, and walked to the checkout. It was expensive, but he didn't care. He wanted something good to drink.

Cas stood in front of the mirror of a public bathroom and drank from the bottle. He was getting his pants wet sitting on the edge of the sink but he didn't seem to care. He liked it there. The dirty mirror, the broken hand drier and the pay-for-condom machine didn't bother him. It was just him and his drink.

After he lay on the ground in depression and anger Cas left the dirty bathroom and took a taxi to the airport. He paid the driver, left the car, and started walking to the sliding door entrance into the terminal. Then he realised. His brief case. His 'handbag.' He had left it in the car. When he turned around to go back, the taxi was gone.

'No.. no...' He uttered. Cas walked to the road to try to see where it had gone, but he couldn't see it. He was too late.

'Why? Why?' Cas began to breathe quickly. His forehead was beginning to sweat. His hands were shaking. He was soon breathing so loudly people walking by were staring at him. He couldn't feel his head, and suddenly, he couldn't feel his legs either. Cas fell back.

The sun was shining brightly, so it was difficult to see who had caught Castiel. When the man blocked the sun, he finally saw who it was.

'Dean.' He said, frowning.

'Cas are you okay?'

'I uh..'

Dean lifted Cas up and helped him walk towards the terminal entrance.

'I'm fine.'

'No you're not Cas. You should have seen your face. Pale as a ghost. Seriously, you need to sit down.'

Cas shook his head.

'No Dean I- my brief case it's-'

'Forget your brief case Cas. You need to sit down.'

Dean slowly brought Cas down into the leather couch in the middle of the terminal walkway.

'My brief case Dean, you don't understand. I left it in the cab.'

'You what?'

'I need to find the car that brought me here. I need that brief case.'

Dean nodded.

'Okay, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to take you over here,' Dean pointed to a small café, 'and I will get you a glass of water. Then I will call the cab service and see what they can do. Okay?'

Cas nodded.

'Okay.'

Once Cas was sitting down with a glass of water to drink, Dean patted him on the back and left.

The building smelt of cigarettes and laundry. Outside was a parking lot with around fifty black and yellow cars, each awaiting a driver. Dean strolled up to the front desk, where a tall pale man was sitting down looking at a computer screen.

'Hi,' he began, 'A friend of mine left a brief case in one of the cabs.. a big black one.'

'What did the brief case look like?'

'What?'

'What did the brief case look like?'

'I, I just said- it was large, about this big, and black.'

'Oh, I see.'

The man put his hand under the desk and pulled out a briefcase.

'This one?'

On the brief case was the name 'Castiel' engraved into the gold latch.

'Yep. That's it.'

A short man walked over to see what they were talking about.

'You here for the brief case?'

'Uh, yeah. For my friend.'

'Yeah what he'd look like?' The man was obviously the taxi driver and wanted to see if Dean really knew what he looked like.

'Short dark brown hair, sort of fluffy at the front, blue eyes, a big trench coat, crooked tie, stubble, amazing jaw.'

Dean showed his I.D then the worker sitting at the computer passed Dean a form and a pen and he signed it.

'Thank you.'

Dean took the brief case and left.

As he drove to the airport, Dean was tempted to open up the case and see what was inside. Cas had been so protective of it. What was he hiding in there? He so badly wanted to open it up, but Cas trusted him. And opening that case would have made him even more upset with Dean.

Cas's head throbbed from the liquor and the coffee. Sleep would have refreshed him. Even just for five minutes. His spirits lifted as soon as he saw Dean walking into the café. He looked flustered, but his grin stood out to Cas. In his hand, was the brief case that was missing.

'Dean.' Cas smiled as Dean sat down. The case was slid onto the marble table across to Cas.

'Thank you Dean.' Cas opened it up facing himself and looked inside then nodded. 'Thank you.'

Dean wanted to peek inside, but he decided not to.

'I don't know what would have happened if you weren't here.'

'Cas just- answer me. Why are you here?'

'Why am I here? I'm meeting my family here. They're landing soon.'

'But why Kansas City?'

Cas swallowed and looked at the brief case. He shrugged. Dean knew he wasn't going to get an answer.

'Why don't you tell me Cas? You don't trust me?'

'Of course I trust you Dean. It's just- there's a barrier around it Dean. If my, ahem, brother found out that someone else knew about it, he would be upset. I'm not sure why he wants it to be a secret. Anyway, they'll be here soon. I hope so.'

Dean smiled.

'I wish I had a phone so I could text you.'

Dean took out his wallet and gave Cas money.

'Go buy something cheap.'

'What?'

'Buy a cheap cellphone.'

'Why?'

'Because you need a phone.'

Cas huffed.

'This is your money.'

'Listen, Cas. I want to call you after this. So go buy a phone.'

Cas opened his mouth to talk.

'Go.'

When Cas returned he had a cheap cellphone in his hand.

'Do you want my number?' Dean asked.

'Later on.'

They ordered something to eat and talked for the rest of the evening. Cas completely forgot about why he was there. He forgot about Jimmy, he forgot about what was in the brief case. The only thing on his mind was Dean. It was like being in the car again. Just talking about their lives, about their opinions, about their likes and dislikes.

The motel room door opened and Cas and Dean entered kissing each other with their tongues deep in each other's mouths. Dean slammed the door and pushed Cas against the wall. Cas pushed his leg up Dean's thigh and thrust his hips into Dean's stomach. Dean had his hands grabbing Cas's butt and his lips moved down Cas's neck.

'Dean-' Cas uttered with his rough voice.

Dean lifted Cas up and lay him down on the bed. Like a cat he moved up Cas's body and leaned down then kissed him. Cas put his arms around Dean's neck and slid his legs up from around Dean's ankles to around his hips. Dean kissed Cas's upper lip and continued to do so slowly.

'Fuck me Dean.'

Dean unzipped his pants and turned Cas over. He slid a condom over his hard cock and let Cas take his pants and underwear off. Dean slowly went into Cas.

'Dean.. Dean..' Cas moaned. 'Fuck me...'

Dean smiled as he moved in and out of Cas.

Cas grabbed the side of the bed and arched his back. Dean came and white liquid went down the sides of Cas's left. They lay there for a few seconds before Dean pulled out, lay next to Cas, and kissed him with tongue. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean and moved him closer towards himself. Their hips touched and their cocks were hard against each other. Dean leaned over to Cas's ear and whispered seductively, 'Such a beast Cas.' A devilish grin appeared on Cas's face and he ran his tongue up Dean's neck.

When Dean woke up in the morning, Cas lay there with his eyes open, staring at Dean.

'Good morning.' Cas said.

'Were you watching me?'

Cas sighed.

'Maybe.'

They kissed each other passionately. Dean started to pull away but Cas lingered. He quickly kissed Cas's cheek then checked his phone. He had a text.

'Benny?' Cas asked.

'Yeah.'

'I have to go to the airport again. Do you want to come with me?'

'Yes.' Cas ran his hand through Dean's hair. 'You have lovely hair.'

Dean smiled. Cas tapped Dean's nose.

'Boop.'

'You're so cute.' Dean kissed him. Cas moaned.

'Keep doing that.' Cas said.

'Kissing you?'

'Just keep kissing me.'

Dean kissed him again, this time touching Cas's tongue with his.

'Mmm.' Dean heard Cas say.

'I like kissing you.' Dean touched Cas's jaw and ran his finger up to his chin, then lifted his head. 'I'm going to kiss you again.' Dean did so, this time moving his body over Cas's.

'I-' Dean stopped Cas from talking and kissed Cas's lower lip then pulled it away.

'Fuck, Dean.' Cas smiled and brought Dean's lips to his once again.

Cas and Dean left the motel and went back to the airport. After finding a car park, they walked into the terminal and sat at a table in the food court.

'What do you want for breakfast?' Dean asked as he gazed at Cas. Cas smiled, leaned forward, kissed Dean on the tip of his nose and leaned back.

'Pancakes.'

'You really like pancakes huh?'

Cas nodded.

Dean smirked, stretched his arms back and left the table. Cas looked down at his brief case and it reminded him of why he was there. He checked his phone and saw a text message from Jimmy. There was only a short amount of time until he had to give away what was in the case.

'You okay Cas?'

Cas looked up and Dean was standing there with two plates of pancakes.

'I'm fine.'

They ate without talking, but not in silence. The noise around them of plates clinking, people talking, and footsteps on the floor was loud enough to cause them to not talk. At least that's what Dean thought. Cas realised that he would soon have to face the man he had been searching for. And now here he was, waiting for Jimmy to arrive so he could hand him the contents of the brief case.

'Dean.' Cas began as he put his knife and fork down.

Dean leaned in to hear him better.

'Yes Cas?'

'After we leave this place,'

Dean stopped smiling. He knew what Cas was going to ask.

'Are we going to keep seeing each other?'

Dean opened his mouth, but closed it afterwards.

'I want to keep seeing you Cas... I want to ask you something. Later though. Right now, I'm waiting. For Benny.'

Cas frowned.

'Okay.' He said, continuing to eat. Dean moved his left foot onto Cas's foot, and managed to get a giggle out of him.

'I'm not going to leave you Cas. We're staying together.' Dean pouted his lips and put his face up to Cas's. 'Okay?'

Cas touched Dean's hair and felt it between his fingertips.

'I'm staying with you.'