Castiel wasn't in the cabin when Dean awoke. He checked his watch. It was almost 8:30 at night. His heart was racing as he tore down the corridor and into the closest elevator. On deck seven, he spotted Cas browsing through the gift shop. Dean put his hands on the angel's arms, and Cas looked up surprised.
"What're you doing?" He growled.
"I am wondering why humans would purchase these items instead of enjoying their vacation." Cas answered, holding up a small snow globe with a palm tree in it.
"No, I mean what are you doing here? Why did you leave the room?"
"You were sleeping...I decided it was best I investigate the vessel."
"You can't use angel mojo here," Dean hissed. "And I'm not gonna spend the week running around looking for you."
"I apologize, Dean. I will stay by your side from now on."
Dean hesitated at the words. "L-let's go eat," he managed. The two men walked up the stairs to the buffet. Dean filled his plate with a burger and fries and chicken wings. Manly food. He stuffed his face while Cas gazed out the window at the dark night sky and rolling waves below. When Dean was sated, he sat back in his chair with a sigh. "I could never get tired of this food, man."
"I wish it did not only taste like molecules to me," Cas replied.
"Hey, did you see anything unusual when you disappeared earlier?"
"I did not. Aside from many very obese human beings, I have not seen anything unusual...May we go outside? I wish to see something."
"Sure, what is it?" Dean asked. Cas didn't answer. Instead, he stood up and began walking towards the sliding doors that led to the pool deck. Dean followed him outside, the warm fresh air blowing in his face as he stepped onto the deck. He could also never get tired of the weather. He followed Cas up the stairs to the landing which was sort of a private tanning area with deck chairs spread around. Cas laid back on one of the chairs, looking up at the sky. Dean did the same, and suddenly realized what Cas wanted to see. Billions of stars twinkled above, filling the entire dark world around them. Dean exhaled in awe. "You wanted to see the stars?" He asked, looking over at Cas. Cas nodded in response, still staring up at the beautiful painting in the sky. Dean found himself watching Cas watch the stars. He loved the way Cas's crystal blue eyes shone in the starlight, and the way his full lips pouted as he concentrated on the scenery. In that moment, Dean wasn't sure what was more beautiful; the starlit sky, or Castiel. He forced himself to lay back again and look up at the stars. The stars were definitely beautiful, but Castiel was higher up on his list.
"Isn't it amazing, that god created such a beautiful sky?" Cas asked several minutes later.
"Yeah..." Dean answered, watching Cas again. He then stood up to leave. "I'm gonna go back to the room and...take a shower, ok?" He didn't want to stick around and see what stupid regrettable things he would do otherwise.
"Ok. I will stay here a while longer." Cas replied. Dean took the stairs to the bottom deck and returned to the cabin.
Back in the cabin, Dean tossed his shirt off and stepped into the bathroom. He locked the door and dropped his jeans before stepping into the shower. He let the hot water drip down his face as he lathered his arms and chest with body wash. He rinsed his hair with shampoo and cleaned the rest of him with soap. A shower was long overdue after an entire day of travelling. He marveled at how clean and sterile this tiny bathroom was. He was used to the unsanitary, anonymously stained bathrooms of cheap motels. It was nice to get clean in an actually clean place for once. He turned off the shower and dried off with a towel after a few minutes. He wrapped a clean towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom. Cas was there, laying on his bed. Cas gaped at him for a few seconds, and suddenly Dean felt self conscious. He grabbed a pair of plaid pj pants out of his duffle bag, and shut himself in the bathroom again. Dean exited the bathroom a moment later with only the pants on.
"What's the matter, Cas?" Dean asked as he rummaged through his duffle bag for a t-shirt. Cas shook his head in response. "We gotta get on top of this case, man," he explained as he pulled the t-shirt on over his head. Cas glanced over and watched Dean's abdominal muscles flex as he raised his arms. He looked over at Cas who was still laying down. "You alright, Cas? You're not seasick, are ya?"
"No, I am not ill," he replied as he sat up on the edge of the bed,
"Well, alright then. I'm gonna hit the hay. Don't play the TV too loud."
"I will watch over you."
"Not gonna happen," Dean replied, pointing a finger. He flopped down on his bed and rolled over to face the wall, closing his eyes. The bed was so damn comfy. Dean was asleep in minutes. Cas waited until he was sure Dean was asleep, before reaching over and picking up Dean's previously discarded t-shirt off the held it up to his face. It smelled like Dean; cologne and man. Cas suddenly realized what he was doing. After being hypnotized by Dean's scent, Cas had the sudden urge to hold him in his arms. He dropped the shirt and shook his head. But after a moment, he picked it up again and held it against his chest as he rolled over to face the wall. He closed his eyes with a smile on his face, inhaling Dean's scent with each breath.