"I'm still a day's drive from you all," Dean answered his brother. "Where are you?"

"I'm here. What the hell, man? How come you're so far behind? Have you and Cas stopped a lot?" Sam asked.

Dean felt a twinge of shame.

"Yeah, I mean, no, we've just had some-some things to deal with," Dean turned his head away from Cas, and said spoke softly. "Cas has lost his Grace."

"Again? How?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. But we're on our way first thing in the morning. Have you two come up with any ideas on what's going on at the theatre?" Dean asked.

Sam realized Dean's use of the word "two" meant that he finally admitted Becky was working with them.

"Yeah, Becky did some research, and it looks like a silent film star was murdered here at the preview of one of her movies. The movie was a horror movie about a murder. As far as we can tell, she's a ghost who is killing anyone who revels in watching horror movies," Sam said.

"Damn. Get some tickets for tomorrow night's showing. We'll be there," Dean said, and hung up the phone.

"Thank you, Dean," Cas said softly from the bed.

"What for?" he replied

"You helped me see I'm not hopeless without my Grace. I meant what I said about missing you if I went back. Now I will not have to," Cas said.

"If you didn't want to go back in the first place, why are you upset?" Dean asked.

"I still love Heaven, even if I love you too. I will miss hearing the angels sing, and being in the Light," Cas said.

"There may be hope yet. But we need get some sleep, I told Sam we'd be there tomorrow to deal with this ghost," Dean said.

He crawled into the bed Cas was sitting on. After all, he had slept there the night before. He got comfortable, but noticed Cas still sitting on the edge, still in his trench coat.

"You, uh, going to take a shower?" Dean asked.

"Yes, but after, I was hoping…" Cas started.

"You can. I'll still be awake when you get out of the shower," Dean smiled, answering his unasked question.

Cas took as fast a shower as he could. When he stepped back into the room, Dean was already snoring. He crawled in the bed next to Dean quietly, carefully putting his arm around the sleeping man. He suddenly felt odd. Dean hadn't been clear about what he was giving him permission to do. Maybe he had meant just sleep in the bed. He didn't want to do anything to upset Dean. He carefully tried to move his arm back away.

Dean reached out and grabbed it with his hand.

"No, it feels nice. Leave it," he mumbled. And soon both men drifted off to sleep, their dreams filled with ghosts and lost Grace.

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They awoke early the next morning, tangled up in each other.

"I am unsure of how to react to this," Cas said, pointing down on Dean.

"Oh, shit, Cas. It's-you know…come on, let's get going," Dean said, covering up his morning problem. As much as he cared about Cas, he wasn't ready to go that far yet.

He and Cas clambered into the Impala again, ready for a day's worth of driving. Damn, Becky and Sam made some really good time. They must have hardly slept at all to get to Vermont so quickly. Dean felt a little guilty; he had put this-whatever the hell this was with Cas-in front of his work. He glanced over at the former angel, who was staring at the rain out of the window.

"Feeling okay?" he asked.

"Actually, yes. I think I'm feeling better now than ever before," Cas smiled.

Dean knew what he was talking about.

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They pulled into the motel parking lot late that evening. It had taken hours to get there, and they had only stopped at fast food places to grab a quick bite and use the bathroom. But finally, they were here. They knocked on Sam and Becky's motel room door. It opened instantly.

Becky looked quite pretty, Dean thought. Too pretty, in fact, for what they had planned for the evening.

"What the hell, Becky? Why are you dressed like that?" he asked.

"It is a date, Dean. Just because I'll be kicking ass doesn't mean I can't look good while doing it," she said with a smile.

Gross.

The movie they were going to see turned out to be about a group of traveling friends who break down at a shabby, haunted motel. They then get hunted down one by one by the ghosts.

"I thought this place showed silent movies," Dean said.

"They do, but they probably don't earn a lot of money from that. We're going to see a more modern horror movie," Becky said.

"Awesome," Dean said as he read the synopsis online. "If we weren't going to be attacked the same way, this would be my kind of movie."

They left for the movies soon after, all crammed into Dean's car.

"So why did you take so long to get here anyway?" Sam asked his brother.

"We went fishing," Cas answered.

"You what? Dean, dammit, there are people dying and you take a day off? That's not like you," Sam said from the backseat.

"Yeah, well, we needed the break," Dean said guiltily.

He looked over and saw Cas grinning at him. He smiled back. He heard Becky whispering something to Sam behind him. Sam looked mortified.

"Um, Dean, is there something you want to tell me?" Sam asked.

"We-," Cas began.

"No, nothing, Sam. Let's get this case over with," Dean cut Cas off. Becky stifled a giggle.

Soon, they were sitting down to a movie at the theatre. Dean realized how lucky they were; it was eight p.m. on a Tuesday night. They had the theatre entirely to themselves. Sam looked around.

"It looks completely normal in here. A little outdated, but not bad. I think I'll sit in the front row, I like it better there. Becks?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure. But someone needs to sit in the back. To watch our backs, you know," she said slyly.

Dean glared at her. Please, don't let Sam be picking up on this.

Cas and Dean took the back row, and soon the previews began to roll.

"This is quite interesting. I have never been to a movie before," Cas whispered.

"Seriously? It's awesome. You'll like it, I promise," Dean said, before settling himself back in his chair happily. Screw it, if he was going to be hunted down in a few hours by some crazy actress ghost, he was sure as hell going to enjoy the movie.

The movie, as it turned out, was really good, but pretty stereotypical. The good-looking teenagers get lost, wind up at a rundown motel, take two separate rooms…and totally got it on. Dean's face flushed. Wasn't this supposed to be a horror movie? He looked at Cas out of the corner of his eyes. Cas was watching the scene like a horny teenager.

He leaned over to Dean, eyes glued to the screen.

"Can we do that?" he asked.

Dean felt his pulse increase. Right now, if he could, he would be doing all of that to Cas, and then some. He reached over and put his hand on Cas' knee, slowly pulling it up his leg. Cas groaned deep in his throat, and moved his hand over the rub Dean's upper thigh. Dean could feel his erection growing rapidly. Cas reached up and sat his hand directly on top of it. The pressure made Dean give a small moan. He reached up and massaged Cas' member through his pants. He felt Cas stiffen under his touch. Cas leaned in and Dean kissed him, their tongues battling for dominance.

He heard a soft cough. Pulling away from Cas, he glanced down at the front row. He was taking one hell of a risk, doing this with his brother and Becky sitting so close. He looked at Cas, lust written in his eyes.

"Later," he said, the word full of meaning. Cas nodded and sat back into his chair again, to watch the movie that had thankfully moved past the sex scene.

Dean reached over and grabbed the other man's hand. Cas grinned at him. Winking, Dean caressed Cas' hand with his, and held it tightly the rest of the movie. He could get used to this feeling.