"How is it probable that a talking sponge can befriend a sea star?"

The question made Dean look up from the newspaper he was reading. When he looked up he saw a cross legged vampire sitting on his bed, whose mouth was completely covered in blood from the bag he was drinking out of. He waved the question off as freakin' stupid and instead of answering it he got up walked over to Cas.

He dared to take a glance at the screen and saw what he was talking about. "Why are you watching this bullcrap?" he said as he snatched the remote out if his hands.

Cas knit his eyebrows together, for he had been mildly enjoying the program, but he still didn't complain as he changed the channel. He had decided earlier that if he was going to spend the day with Dean and down the bags of blood, he might as well be comfortable, and so he leaned into the headboard of the bed a little bit more.

Dean flicked through the channels, giving each one of them three seconds to prove themselves worthy of watching, until he finally settled on one.

"Here's uh, something," he said as he went to the guide to find the name of the program, "It's called Duck Dynasty, I guess."

Cas nodded his head in silent agreement and patted the spot next to him with his free hand, the one that wasn't holding the precious blood.

"Sit down with me Dean," he said, not looking away from the screen.

Dean looked down at the spot with uncertainty. Sitting down next to an obviously hungry blood sucker, when he himself was full of blood, wasn't exactly the best idea. Despite the voice in his head yelling heck no he still sat down because hey, this was Cas.

He couldn't exactly place it, or even determine exactly what "it" was, but all he knew was that him and Cas had "it", whatever it was. In simpler terms, he felt a strange sense of trust within Cas, as if he had known him for way longer than he had. And so he sat down and even kicked his shoes off. Might as well get comfy while watching TV right?

Beside him, Cas was trying to sort out a whirlwind of thoughts. Why is this human being so trusting towards me? he thought. Just by Dean's posture and the fact that he went walking through forests with weird knives and guns was enough to let Cas know that he was obviously a hunter. Knowing this made Cas a bit uncomfortable, another feeling he did not like. What could he be planning? he thought. The more he thought about it, the more he realized it was as if he was being lured into some sort of trap. With this in mind he decided that he would have to be careful with what he chose to do or say to Dean.

Dean woke up with a start. Not only was he confused about where he was, but he had an exceptionally hard time breathing. Something heavy was on his chest and his eyes couldn't focus fast enough for him to make out what it was.

Slowly, a giant ball of dark brown hair started to come into view, along with the TV and the rest of the interior of the motel room. His body relaxed when he realized it was just Cas' head on his chest and also his arm wrapped tightly around his waist.

And then his body tensed up when he realized that it was freakin' Cas' head on his chest and also his arm wrapped tightly around his waist.

Dean knew that vampires did a lot of crap, drinking the blood of innocents being one them. He knew that they hunted for prey and stayed in packs like the animals they were, really he understood. But never, ever, in a million years would he have guessed that a vampire as fear inducing as Cas would stoop so low as to cuddle, and with a human no less.

The thought made his face scrunch up, and then his mind presented him the details of his current predicament. He had to pee, badly, but he was pretty sure that moving from a sleeping vampire's possessive grasp was a felony. He didn't want to wake Cas up, half to respect Cas' nap and half to save his own skin from being bitten by a startled vampire who arose before he was suppose to. His mind weighed the pros and cons of his situation for a while.

Pee and get bitten, don't pee and stay alive.

Pee or stay alive.

Get bitten or don't pee.

He couldn't remember the last decision he made that was this difficult. Before he could fully make a decision, Cas, thankfully, started to stir on his own. He shifted once, twice, three times until he finally let go of Dean's waist. He slowly started to rise and Dean wasted no time before he was up and hurrying to the bathroom.

As he stretched, Cas mentally scolded himself for his unconscious actions. He never even slept by anyone in the nest, so where did the cuddling come from? He blamed it on the fact that he was probably just so full from all of that warm blood he had had a couple of hours ago and that somehow, it had made him feel the need to snuggle.

He contemplated slipping out and going back to the forest while Dean was relieving himself but decided against it. He knew his fellow vampires would be able to smell the blood on him, heck he could even smell the blood on him, so he had no other choice but to wait it out with Dean for the time being. He laid back down on the bed and watched TV, although he didn't pay attention to it.

When Dean came out of the bathroom he found Cas lying there with his eyes closed, presumably sleeping. He reasoned that he was a decent length away from the dozing vamp, so it was as safe a time as any to wake him up. He clapped his hands loudly to get his attention, and that's exactly what he got. Maybe even a bit more than he wanted.

As soon as he clapped his hands, Cas involuntarily jumped up from his resting position and was in front of Dean's face in a split second. The unexpected reaction caused Dean to jumped back a few feet and nearly jump out of his skin.

"What the-" he yelled before he tripped and slammed into a wall. Cas was curious as to why he looked so startled, and then he remembered that humans don't have such excellent reaction time.

"Did I frighten you, Dean?" he said with a smirk.

Dean kept his mask of a casual expression and said. "What? Me? No, course not." He timidly started to walk back to Castiel. "I was just wondering if you wanted to get out of this stuffy motel room is all."

The smile dropped from Cas' face. "Dean I don't think-"

"Oh crap!" Dean said, suddenly realizing. "Vampires can't go in sunlight can they? They'll like, explode or somethin' right? Sorry I brought it up."

"No it's not-"

"It's fine man," Dean interrupted. "We can just stay here if you want, no big deal."

If he would just shut up for second, Cas thought. "The sun is not the problem," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm worried that if I were to be seen in public with a mortal, word would get to my brethren fairly quickly."

"Oh." Dean said, trying to not sound disappointed. "But you can still go in the sun though?"

Cas sighed and explained, "Vampires don't 'explode or something' in the sun. We just get extremely bad sunburns." Dean's cheeks heated up from the embarrassment of being so far off.

"Well then," Dean said as he scratched his head, "No outside for you then."

"Not necessarily," Cas interjected. "It's highly possible for us to venture into the outdoors, if I didn't look like myself."

Dean thought for a second until a slow smile tugged on his lips as he realized what Cas meant. The smile Dean gave him made Cas want to have good ideas more often. It could light up a room, Cas noted.