a/n: I'm baaaack! Who missed me? Haha... nice to see your friendly comments, and VioletErin.26, my best friend, the Cas to my Dean, finds it extremely hilarious that you two share a name and opinions on this story.

Dean had three entire plates of hors d'oeuvres and fully enjoyed that one European movie with the gratuitous full frontal scenes, even if reading the subtitles gave him a headache from squinting. Sammy's Film Festival thing kind of rocks.

Sam had to half drag Dean back to the Impala after the festival. After almost 6 hours of foreign films, exotic food, and lots of alcohol to try, not that Sam found any to his taste, being a Midwestern beer kind of guy, Dean was tripping over his own feet. As he unceremoniously dropped his brother in the back seat to sleep some, Sam smiled to himself, he was really glad that Dean had had such a great time, without having to think about saving the world for a day. Smiling again, he got in the front seat and headed back to the hotel
Dean was drowsing, the neon overhead lights of the city flickering softly over his face through the backseat window. The rhythm of the road under him is familiar, comforting, and for awhile all is peaceful as he sleeps. Until the nightmares begin. Inaudibly under Sam's music Dean started mumbling. It's mostly gibberish, but there are a few words of Latin mixed in, and he shifts restlessly. There's an increasingly panicked litany of 'no no no's' and a whispered 'Samsam/sam/sammyplease' and a quiet despairing 'Cas?' and then his mouth is open and he's screaming soundlessly into the leather seat. He's back in Hell, where he belongs.
Sam heard his name a couple times from the back, but after a quick look over his shoulder, saw Dean sleeping restlessly. He sighed, he knew that Dean was having another nightmare. The only time he didn't seem to have them, or at least looked well rested in the morning was when Cas was around.
Dean startles awake, bumping his head on the car door painfully. He immediately checked to see if his intestines are where he left them, and sighed with too much relief when he finds everything intact. Staring up at the Impala's ceiling hazily he prays a mental thank you.
"You ok back there, Dean-o?" Sam asked laughing, with a look into the rearview mirror at his brother.
'Yeah, Sam, 'm... I'm fine." Dean answers him soberly, maintaining eye contact with the roof of his car.
Sam smiled lightly, "Well we're almost home, ETA five minutes." They drove the last bit in silence and getting to the hotel, Sam could see Cas on the ledge of the second floor of the motel, "Seems like your Casanova is waiting for you, Dean." Sam said laughing.
Dean groans at his little brother's awful sense of humor and unsteadily sits up to get out of the car.
Sam got to Dean before he could completely face plant and helped his brother up the stairs of the motel, and smirked when Dean spent too much time trying to find the key to his room.
Dean caught the expression of Sam's face when he finally managed to unlock the door.'Shut up, bitch, this's your fault.'
"Yeah, cuz I said you should have five shots... and two scotches, and three I don't know what the hell they were." Sam laughed, because he knew Dean had had more than that... "You're a jerk, you know that?"
"Proudest accomp-accompli-shhhment." Dean slurred at his brother, letting himself be manhandled inside onto a bed.
"Uh huh." Sam said, heading back to the door. "Take care of him, Casanova." The nickname snuck out this time before Sam even registered what'd he said... the look on Cas' face though was most definitely worth it.
Sam bit his lip to keep from laughing at Dean's reaction... and Cas' face is still stuck in some form of shock. Finally the angel found his voice. "Sam, what does an 18th century writer have to with me? Aside from the similarity in names, of course, but I still don't understand the reference."
Dean groaned loudly and covers his face with his hands, muttering something to the effect of 'not enough alcohol to deal with this'.
Between the two of them, Sam could not keep it together anymore, so clutching his ribs from laughing, he left and went back to his room to catch a couple hours of sleep before tomorrow, well today, when Cas explains all he found out.
After Sam left, Cas turned to Dean, with his perfected puppy dog eyes, and asked, "Dean, what was Sam talking about?"

a/n: HI GUYS! Sorry that I've been slacking. Me and my friend got together and this totally just happened... all because I slipped and called Casanova behind his back... now Dean has to deal with it. Oh well...