The Lemurs as Sam called it, turned out to be no different from any other ghost. The job was clean, quick and all three managed to get out without a scratch, for once. They probably could have managed those extra few minutes in the shower that morning, but it was too late now to make them up, considering how 'pissed' Dean was at Cas for that particular incident.

The whole drive to Bobby Singer's Castiel kept noticing Dean's eyes on him in the rearview mirror. Occasionally they flickered onto the road and he spent a decent amount of time glaring at Sam.

"God, I'm sorry I broke up your little lovefest this morning, okay?" Sam rolled his eyes. "Now would you quit sulking at me?"

Dean mumbled something angrily below his breath.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Dean pointedly stared at the road.

"No, Dean, what did you just call me?"

Dean reached to turn on the stereo. "Bitch."

"Jerk." The music filled the car and Sam had to shout to avoid be drowned out. "Really Dean? AC/DC again?"

"My car, my rules. And rule numero uno is driver gets to pick the music."

"Fine. Then let me drive."

"No way. Hey Cas, you like this song, right?"

"Oh come on, don't bring him into this. You're only doing it because you know he'll take your side."

"Something tells me I should not intervene in your squabble."

Dean groaned unhappily and the brothers continued fighting the rest of the drive to Bobby's house in South Dakota, a full state away.

Sam was still fuming at Dean when they reached Bobby's front door.

"Bobby, would you please tell Sam to shut up?"

"What are you idgits yammering about?"

"Dean won't let me drive the car, he won't let me choose a single song. I'm not a kid anymore, I am actually capable of doing things."

"Oh Lord, not this again. Why don't ya just get your angel to pick a winner?"

"We all know whose side he's going to choose."

"What's he harping on about? Dean?"

Dean ignored his surrogate-father's question and walked into the kitchen for a beer, leaving the other three to come inside after him.

"Oh sure, barge right in. God, what's got him all worked up?"

"Was I making you uncomfortable, Dean? Did you not want Bobby to know?" Sam shouted down the corridor.

"Fuck off, Sam," Dean walked across the hall into the living room, flipping his younger brother off with his beer-less hand as he passed into view.

"What are don't I know? What are you talkin' about, boy?"

Dean's head popped into view momentarily. "Cas, can you come in here for a sec?"

The angel nodded to them and walked past, trench coat fluttering slightly as he turned the corner into the living room. Sam lightly snorted.

"No doubt he wants to see him."

"Sam, what isn't Dean tellin' me?"

"Ask him." Sam grumbled into the kitchen.

Bobby sighed and padded towards the living room. "Dean! Boy! What is your brother talkin' about -"

There was nothing obscene or even sexual about their positions. Dean had one of his hands in Castiel's hair, the other along his back. The angel was in a similar way, but both arms wrapped around the hunter's back, his face pressed into his collarbone.

"Dean, it was Anna again. I saw her again." The angel was normally fierce, cold; Bobby had never seen him this vulnerable. His voice broke on the word 'her'.

"Cas, she wasn't real. It's okay." Dean rubbed the angel's back.

Bobby backed out of the room into the kitchen. "That what you were talkin' about being Dean's 'secret'? 'Cause I don't think it's been a secret to anyone but those two for a good while."

"Yeah, I know."

"I mean, it's about right time."

"You aren't the one that had to buy another room last night. Or bang on the door for ten frickin' minutes this morning."

"Oh don't get all worked up, son. Can't you just be happy for your brother?"

"Don't get me wrong, I am happy for him, but I am not putting up with that for the rest of my life."

Bobby shook his head and tossed the younger Winchester a beer.