In the morning, Cas awoke first and looked up at the sleeping Dean. The night was rough, after drinking that beer he had to wake Dean up six times to use the bathroom. He pushed the blankets off of him and stood to stretch his lethargic muscles. Dean lay on his side with his back facing him, still sleeping until he stirred and rolled over. The angel made his way onto the pillow to stand in front of Dean's face. To Cas, His freckles were like stars, too many to count. But Cas took his time to try to count them anyways. It wasn't much longer until Dean slowly opened his eyes to see a tiny Cas staring back at him. To Cas, it was an amazing sight. Dean's eyes were like windows to vast cosmos that only existed in his eyes. Up close he felt like he saw everything.

"What are you doing?" Dean questioned. Cas looked away, realizing he was staring. Cas remembered humans (well at least Dean) find it creepy when others stare.

"I was trying to wake you. I'm hungry." Cas walked down the pillow and hopped down back onto the bed. Dean sat up slowly with a morning groan and ran his hands through his hair.

"You sure you don't have to use the bathroom again?" Dean stood and turned on his lamp.

"No, I'm just hungry." Cas rolls his eyes. Dean checks through his messages on his phone, then places it back down on his bedside table. He turns and lifts Cas onto his palm and carries him into the bathroom.

"I said I didn't need to go." Cas reiterated. Dean rolled his eyes and grabs his toothbrush, then looks around the bathroom for something to give Cas to use as a toothbrush.

"You'll just have to use your finger, sorry buddy." Dean says as he puts toothpaste on his brush then some on Cas' tiny finger. He brushes his teeth, glancing down to see how Cas is doing. Cas sighs heavily then rubs his toothpaste covered index finger along his teeth. He feels miserable. Aside from being seven inches tall, he is treated like a baby. He understands that Dean is only doing the best he can, but he supposes it's human emotions running through his head. Dean spits and rinses his mouth. Cas spits also and washes his hand off. Dean squints a little at him.

"Aren't you going to rinse your mouth out?" Dean questions. Cas cranes his head to look at him.

"I thought you swallow the rest." Cas replies innocently. Dean rubs his forehead then lifts Cas again and carries him to the kitchen. When he placed the blue eyed angel onto the table, he noticed there was a note. Dean picked up the crinkled paper and read.

Dean,

I went out to go get the stuff I need for the spell. Might take at least two days but I'll return shortly. Take care of Cas. Also, you might need to make a run to the store, we don't have much to eat.

When he finished reading he crumpled the paper and tossed it to the side. Cas sat crossed legged and waited. He opened his mouth to say something to reassure but before he could get anything out, Dean left to the kitchen. It was quiet, really quiet. So quiet Cas decided to hum a song to fill the silence. He doesn't remember what song it was but he knows the tune. He decides its probably something he heard while in the impala. It got to the point where Cas stood and started to dance to his own music. When Cas heard even the lightest stifle of laughter he stopped and whipped his head around to see Dean holding two plates on one arm and his phone in his other hand, recording. He felt his face burning with a blush. Dean approached the table and put the plates on the table, he sat in the chair across from Cas. Before he even touched his food he tapped twice on his phone then slid it to the side.

"Sam is going to love that video." Dean finally let himself go and laughed to his heart's content. Cas crossed his arms and turned away from him. He was so embarrassed he couldn't bring himself to eat, even though his stomach felt like it was devouring itself. Dean was laughing so hard, when he finally got around to calming down he began laughing again. He finally stopped laughing and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Ah, sorry Cas but that was hilarious." Dean began to eat what he cooked. Which consist of fries, instant mac-n-cheese, and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Cas's plate contained the same but his was cut up, of course. Instead of a fork he had a food pick shaped like a sword.

"Come on Cas, eat up." Dean said as he took a bite of his sandwich. Cas turned to face him, his cheeks still a shade of red. The green eyed man tilted his head at him.

"Look, I'm sorry but it was really funny." Dean finished. He picked up a fry from Cas' plate and held it in front of his face. It wasn't until Dean wiggled it and the fry graced Cas' nose, Cas began to smile. Cas took the fry from him and began to eat it.

"See, you can't stay mad at me forever." Dean said as he scooped mac-n-cheese onto his fork and into his mouth.

"Yes I can" Cas said. "but I choose not to."

Hey! Thank you for reading. I know this chapter is shorter than the last one, my week has been very busy with school but school is almost over so I will have more time to type up a chapter soon. A new chapter is posted every Thursday. I love (positive) feedback so please don't be afraid to leave a review. -N.N