Day Twenty Eight: Doing Something Ridiculous:

Dean wakes up with a throbbing headache. He flings his arm over his eyes, shielding his face from the ray of sunshine shining through the living room window. What the hell did I drink last night? He removes his arm to assess the damage.

Glancing down he notices he's only in his boxers. At least it's better than the last time he was this drunk. Arthur had found him in nothing but his socks and wearing sunglasses and a tie around his head.

Besides a pounding headache, he realizes his shoulder is sore. He looks down and sees faint teeth marks. Damn Cas.

He stinks of sweat and alcohol. Dean whips his head around the room, which he regrets doing immediately. His head pounds as he gets up to look for his clothes and his boyfriend.

Not only does he fail at finding his clothes from last night, but Cas was nowhere to be seen either. "Cas?" He isn't in the living room. Dean checks out the bathroom, his stomach flip flopping, hoping he wouldn't find him passed out in a pool of his own vomit.

But the bathroom is empty. As is the kitchen and the two bedrooms. Harley weaves in and out of Dean's legs, mewling for food.

"Alright, alright, calm yourself Harley. If you haven't noticed, you've got a missing Cas."

Dean feeds Harley and dials Arthur and Merlin. Maybe Cas is at their place.

"Hello?"

"Arthur, it's Dean. Is Cas there?"

"Uh, no, why?"

Shit.

"He's not here either."

Arthur scoffs, "What did ya loose him?"

Dean runs a hand through his hair, "Arthur, this isn't time for jokes. Cas was rip roarin' drunk last night. Hell, all of us were. Jesus, he could be anywhere."

"You really don't remember last night, do you? Maybe he crashed at Gwaine's or Jack's?"

Dean starts to panic. He could care less about what he did last night. Cas could be lost in an unknown part of the city. Or he could be-

No, Dean, don't even think about it.

"I'm gunna need your help, Arthur. We gotta find Cas."

~Thirteen Hours Earlier~

"Dean…Dean, come on!" Cas stands in the doorway of the bathroom, arms folded in irritation. Dean shrugs his coat on and turns to Cas.

"Have to look good, don't I?" He gives Cas a wink and does a little spin for him to admire his clothing choice. Dark wash jeans, grey Henley, and his black, leather jacket; yeah, Dean looked…more than good, and if they didn't get out now, Cas would rip his clothes off and they'd never get a night out with friends.

Cas hid his obvious attraction to Dean's clothing choice, and rolled his eyes, "Yes, Dean, you look very nice. Can we go?"

Dean frowned, "What's got your panties in a bunch?"

"I want to go Dean, we were supposed to be there fifteen minutes ago!" Cas said, looking down at his watch. Dean checks his watch too.

"Oh shit, why didn't you say something?" Dean rushes into the kitchen and pockets his wallet, phone, and keys. "Come on, what are ya waiting for?"

Cas aims to smack Dean upside the head, but Dean ducks and races out the door, laughing like an idiot.

Little does Dean know, Cas has already gotten his revenge on his unsuspecting boyfriend.

When they finally arrive at the bar, the whole group is already there. Dean takes Cas' hand and leads him to the table.

"Hey, look who finally decided to show up!" Gwaine yells, raising his glass of beer to the two boys. Cas smirks and elbows Dean in the ribs.

"This one here had to make sure he looked perfect."

Jack, who was sitting at the end of the table, places a hand over his heart and says to Dean, "Aw, you shouldn't have Dean. You look pretty in anything." Gwaine and Jack crack up while Dean blushes and tries not to throw them the finger.

Cas tugs at Dean's hand, "What do you want to drink? I'll get it for you."

"Uh, Guinness; thanks Cas," he answers. He leans in and places a thank you kiss on Cas' lips.

Cas walks up to the bar and signals for the bartender who strolls over, "What can I get ya?"

Cas leans forward and orders, "I'll have two Guinness." The bartender gives Cas a smile and nods. "Thanks," Cas says, slipping the bartender a few extra bucks.

Cas returns with the beers in hand. He hands Dean his and settles into a chair and joins the conversation.

"…I'm just sayin', I bet a hundred bucks and my left nut that you wouldn't do it, Dean," Jack chugs back the last drops of his beer and points at Dean.

Cas looks between the two and tilts his head, "Do what, Dean?" Gwaine snorts into his beer and Arthur and Merlin snigger while Dean stares down at the menu, not making eye contact with Cas.

"Yeah, Dean, tell Cas what you got yourself into." Dean shoots Gwaine a look.

"You're a douchebag, you know that right?" Dean takes a sip of his beer and turns to Cas. "They bet me that I wouldn't do a strip tease."

Cas laughed, "Well, that's a stupid bet. You've stripped for me befo-umph" Dean shoved a cracker in Cas' mouth.

"Okay there chatty Kathy. No need to tell the world." But Dean's efforts were too late. Everyone was howling with laughter while Dean reddened for the second time that night.

"So…mister strip tease… one hundred bucks says you won't give Cas here a little public lap dance." Jack leans forward, an eyebrow quirked, challenging Dean.

Cas' eyes widened and he looked to Dean. Dean licked his lips in seriously concentration. He wouldn't do that in public…would he? To Cas' surprise Dean reached across the table and held a hand out to Jack, "Deal, but let me get a few drinks in first. Fucker."

Everyone around the table whooped and hollered, everyone except Cas. Strip teases were his and Dean's private thing.

Dean leaned in and whispered in Cas' ear, "Is this okay with you?" Cas hesitated, but nodded his head. How bad could it be?

Three rounds of beers later, endless shots, and their table was the loudest, rowdiest bunch in the pub. They had sung two ballads, confessed to their dirtiest sexual exploits, and fought over who would win in the upcoming football match.

Dean leaned into Cas, placing his hand far up Cas' thigh. "I'm gunna hit the bathroom," he yelled over Gwaine's roaring laughter, and then whispered, "Get ready, baby." He squeezed Cas' thigh and left the table.

"What's up Cas, you look like you just got frisked," Arthur yelled across the table.

"I think he did!" Gwaine answered, chugging the last drops of his beer. Cas smiled shyly and tried to cover the strain against his jeans.

Seconds later everyone in the pub was hushed into silence.

"CAS!"

Cas jumped in his seat and swiveled to face the bathroom. Every head was turned in the same direction. Merlin sat down next to Cas, "What did you do?" His face was serious, but Cas was doing all he could to hold in his laughter.

"I sewed his boxers shut."

Their table roared with laughter. Dean exited the bathroom and Cas prepared for the storm. But instead of being enraged, Dean came out of the bathroom looking a hot mess.

Cas' mouth popped open and the strain on his jeans became tighter.

Dean's pants were undone and slung low on his hips. The top of his black boxers peeked over the denim and his shirt rode up, revealing a smattering of hair that vanished into the waistband of the black fabric. His hair was disheveled; looking exactly like it does when he wakes up. He was wearing a smirk that told Cas he was done for.

He felt a pat on his back and turned to find Jack and Gwaine, eyebrows wagging and wearing shit eating grins. Cas was about to growl a retort when he felt hands on his thighs. Slowly, he turned around and came face to face with smoldering, green eyes.

"Hello, Cas."

Fuck.

Cas swallowed the lump in his throat and let his eyes trail down to Dean's exposed boxers. "He-hey …Dean." Dean licked his lips again, tightening his grip on Cas' legs.

"Nice trick you played." Dean glanced at the obvious bulge in his pants. Then without warning, he grabbed the sides of Cas' chair and pulled it into the middle of the room. Cas grasped Dean's arms so he wouldn't fall. He could hear their table clapping and cheering Dean on. Cas couldn't believe Dean was actually about to strip for him in front of all these strangers.

"Dean…Dean, you don't have to do this," Cas whispered, holding up his hands.

Dean tilted his head, "Why, is this not your thing?" Dean let his jacket slip down off his shoulders, revealing the grey Henley clinging to every muscle. Cas felt his mouth go dry as he openly stared. Maybe this is his thing. As it slid all the way down, he tossed his coat off to the side; some chick at the bar caught it. By this time the whole pub was yelling for Dean to "take it off!"

Cas could feel his face heating up as he buried his head in his hands, embarrassed to be in the center of this. Dean gently removed Cas' hands from his face. He leaned in close, eyes burning into his and says, "Don't make me tie you up." Coils of heat wound through Cas' body. He had no doubt that Dean would follow through; he doesn't know whether to be still or to squirm until he makes good on his threat. He can't decide if this is the hottest or stupidest thing Dean's ever done. Then he leaned in and kissed him, fierce and possessive. Yeah, definitely the hottest. The crowed catcalled as Dean broke away, and Cas looked nervously at the spectators.

Cas folded his hands and laid them on his lap, trying to cover up the obvious. Dean stepped back, raising his hand, and gave the bartender a nod. The radio stopped abruptly, creating static over the speakers. The silence was almost instantly broken when Def Leppard's, 'Pour Some Sugar on Me', came on over the speakers.

"Oh my god," Cas breathed. "You're really doing this aren't you?" Dean stepped back, rocking his hips to the beat, "Oh dear lord, you are…holy shit." Cas slouched in his seat, his hands coming over his face again, but this time he peeked through his fingers. He secretly wanted this, but he wouldn't admit it.

Dean crossed his arms, grabbing the hem of his shirt. He winked at Cas and slowly lifted his Henley up over his head, unveiling defined abs and a toned chest shining with a sheen of sweat. More cheers, some catcalls, and Cas is beat red, biting his lip.

He rocked his hips to the beat, a little unsteady on drunken feet, but it still made Cas squirm. Dean sauntered closer to Cas, who held out his hands. "Dean, oh my god!" He was lost in laughter as Dean stood on Cas' chair, two feet on either side of him. He held on to Dean's legs, afraid he would topple over. But to everyone's surprise, Dean was able to dance on the chair without falling. His talent elicited more screams from the crowd, especially when he dipped his hips down and danced right over top of Cas.

Never has Cas seen Dean like this, completely uninhibited and unashamed. It's new, and a bit embarrassing, but it is still hot. Cas couldn't stop smiling and laughing. Not even when Dean finished with his chair dance, or when he jumped down and turned to give Cas a passionate kiss. Then Dean unzipped his pants the rest of the way, his eyes burning into his boyfriend's. He pulled his jeans off slowly over the jut of his hipbone and strong thighs before kicking them off the rest of the way. But as soon as he hooked his thumbs into his boxers, Cas shot out of his chair and grabbed Dean's hands, "Whoa, there Dean, no public display of your privates, that's for my eyes only," he whispered. Dean smiles and gives him another kiss. Everyone cheers as the song ends.

He pointed at Jack, "You owe me one hundred dollars…and your left nut!"

Cas started back to their table, but Dean grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, "Oh no, you're coming with me." Dean dragged Cas towards the entrance to the pub without grabbing his clothes.

The cool night air was a rush of relief from the hot, stuffy pub. Cas had a moment to enjoy the silence and fresh air before Dean tugged him into an alley, shoving him against the brick wall. With fervent desire, Dean's lips were instantly on Cas'. The hot coils in Cas' stomach burst, spreading through every limb, every nerve ending. Every touch of Dean's hands burned his body. His hands traveled up the back of Cas' shirt, Dean's nails scratched at his skin. Cas' hands had wandered down to Dean's boxers, his hands clutching at his ass, pulling his hips against his.

Their tongues danced against each other as Dean began a rhythm, grinding their hips together in slow, languorous circles. Cas broke the kiss, gasping for air. His lips found Dean's neck and freckled shoulders. His teeth scraped at the taut line of muscle in Dean's neck before he sucked on it, tasting the sweet sweat. He moaned as the taste exploded on his tongue.

Dean shifted so his cock was grinding into Cas leg. His hips moved frantically against Cas' thigh, but Cas could barely feel Dean's thigh against his cock and right now all he wanted was sweet, sensual contact. "Dean, I want you to touch me, please." Cas groaned against Dean's shoulder.

Dean trailed a hand over Cas' crotch, making his hips buck for more. He skillfully undid Cas' jeans. He slid a hand into his pants, forcing them down. Just this little act, the simple dropping of his pants in an alleyway, exposed to the world, made Cas' head spin and his stomach clench with desire.

Knowing exactly how to get to Cas, Dean ran the back of his hand over his erection. Enough touch for a moan to escape Cas' lips, but not enough to satisfy. Dean's hips circled slowly now, torturing them both. "Fuck Dean, touch me." He pushed his crotch against Dean's thigh.

"Like this?" Dean slid his hand into Cas' boxers and wrapped his fingers around Cas' cock. Cas' head fell forward, his forehead resting on his shoulder. As Dean stroked Cas, he continued to roll his hips against Cas' thigh.

Cas felt light headed as Dean's fingers swirled around his entire length, ending with his thumb rubbing small circles around the tip, spreading the drops of come over his sensitive skin. Cas bit down on Dean's clavicle as he felt the pressure building. Dean fucked Cas' thigh harder as Cas' body shook with the effort to hold himself up.

He slipped his hands into Dean's boxers, stroking him, helping him come with him. Cas screamed against Dean's shoulder and Dean whispered Cas' name as they came, together, by the dim light of the moon.

Cas licked at the bite marks he left on Dean's shoulder. "Sorry," he whispered with a breathy laugh.

Dean, who was leaning his body against Cas' smiled, "Cas, you can leave as many marks as you want." Cas smiled and kissed his shoulder.

Dean stepped away from Cas and leaned down to help him with his pants. Cas grabbed them as they reached his upper thigh. He had just started buttoning them up when a voice echoed down the alley.

"Hey! What are you two up to? No fucking each other in public!"

"Oh shit!" Dean grabbed Cas' arm and pulled Cas along as the cop chased them down the alley. "Run, Cas!"

Cas tried to keep up, but he was still recuperating from the internal bliss. He craned his neck over his shoulder and saw that the cop was still on their tail. In that small moment, he no longer felt Dean pulling on his arm. He whipped his head back around to follow Dean, but he wasn't there.

Cas panicked and started running faster. He wasn't sure where he was going. His breath was ragged and his legs screamed, begging for him to stop running. He lost count of how many random turns he took and he was no doubt lost now, but he had to get away. Once he felt he lost the cop he turned around to see if he was right.

He was. Which was great and all, but now he was lost. He stopped running and bent over, hands on his knees, chest heaving. He felt sick.

He stumbled to the nearest garbage can and emptied the contents of his stomach. When he was done retching, he stood up and looked around.

Yeah, definitely lost. He had never seen this part of town before. It was run down and barren. The lawns were brown and unkempt. The chain fences surrounding the yards were bent and broken. A dog barked in the distance and Cas jumped when a rat ran out in front of him, squeaking down the side walk.

Cas wandered and wandered. Looking for anything familiar, but he only got himself more lost and confused. His chest felt heavy and his breathing was short, even though he had stopped running. He leaned against a pole and tried to catch his breath to fill his aching lungs, but no matter what he did, the air just left his body.

His head started spinning and he stumbled forward towards an alley. He tripped over discarded wood. On his way down, his head collided with metal piping. He gasped in pain, stars popped in front of his eyes.

Cas slid down a wall, tears forming in his eyes. His head throbbed. He reached up to assess the damage. When he pulled his hand away, he saw red, and lots of it. His stomach boiled again and he threw up on the ground next to him. He was dizzy and lightheaded and his thoughts were jumbled and made no sense to him.

Why am I here? Where's Dean?

Cas started shivering. He took his coat off and used it as a blanket. Lying down on the cold, hard ground, he closed his eyes, and tried to stay alive until morning.

"Dean, you need to breath. Don't worry, we'll find him."

Sam had an arm wrapped around his brother who was doubled over on a bench in the park. "Sammy, I can't…I need to find him."

Sam squeezed Dean's shoulders, "We will, here comes the detective now."

Part of Dean wanted the police to get involved and help, but the other half of him, the embarrassed half, wanted them as far away as possible.

"Hello, Dean is it? I'm Detective Morgan Cooper," A woman in her early thirties walked up to Dean and Sam. She wore a grey pea coat, black slacks, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. She had a hardened expression, the one that says she's seen a lot. This made Dean queasy.

Dean held his hand out, "Yes, Dean, Dean Winchester, you'll be able to help right? I mean, you can find him…you will find him, won't you?" She let go of Dean's hand, inserting it back into her pocket.

"We will do what we can, but we need your full cooperation and attention to do so."

Dean nodded furiously, "Yes, anything. What do you need?"

For the next half hour, Dean recounted the events of the night before, well what he could remember. Arthur and Merlin helped him out with whatever happened in the bar. Dean didn't need help with what happened in the alley later, he would never forget that.

He stopped when he got to the point where he let go of Cas' hand to stop a couple from running into them. He had kept running, until he was two blocks from the apartment. He didn't want the cop to know where they lived. But turning around he saw no one.

"And you didn't think to stop and go back for him?"

Dean's face flushed, "I didn't…I thought…look, can we please look for him instead of sitting on our asses waiting for something to happen?" Dean stood up and ran his hands through his hair. Cas could be anywhere. He could be lost and hungry and hurt and Dean was sitting here talking to a detective.

Detective Cooper rose and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "I understand you're scared, but Dean, we need all the information you can give us. It'll help us find him."

Dean sighed, "Alright…I didn't look for him because I thought he found another route. So when the coast was clear, I ran to our apartment and waited. I must've fallen asleep on the couch. Next thing I know it's morning and Cas isn't in the apartment." He turned to the detective, he was spent, exhausted, and all he wanted was Cas. He wanted to wrap his arms around him and kiss his soft hair, his long lashes, his chiseled abs, every inch.

Detective Cooper gave Dean a small smile, "Thank you." She turned around and with a booming voice she called the team over, "Alright, listen up! We got a white male, approximately 5' 11", black hair, blue eyes, athletic build. He was last seen around midnight in a one mile radius of the Round Table pub. Check every alley, every hospital for a John Doe or a Castiel-" Cooper turned to Dean with a quizzical look. Dean stepped forward, "Uh- Winchester, oh and he was wearing a tan trench coat. I had just bought it for his birthday and…" Dean trailed off, the lump in his throat stopping him from talking. The realization of the matter was starting to hit him. This search and rescue, this was for Cas…his Cas.

Cooper nodded, "Castiel Winchester. He may also have a tan trench coat on him. Alright, let's go people; we've got a missing person to find!" The crowd of rescuers dispersed as Cooper turned to Dean. "I'm gunna need you to come with me to the bar. You brought the article of clothing he was last wearing, correct?" Dean nodded and held up the bagged t-shirt. "Good, let's go find your boy."

When they arrived at the pub, Dean stepped out of the police car, Sam right behind him. Three search and rescue dogs were sitting outside the pub, ready to learn Cas' scent and find him. Cooper motioned for Dean to move forward. "Take out the shirt and let the dogs sniff it," she ordered.

Dean took out the grey, AC/DC shirt that Cas had been using as a bed time shirt. He wore it constantly; he was wearing it before he changed into his dark blue sweater for the pub. Dean held it out to the dogs, they sniffed it and immediately their noses went to the air and the ground.

"Wow, looks like they got a strong scent already. Get in boys; we're going to patrol by car."

They drove for an hour. Nothing over the radio. Nothing from the detection dogs, they had lost the scent a while back. Dean couldn't think straight. His thoughts were all over the place. If he had just held on. If he hadn't had drank so much. If he hadn't taken the stupid bet…

"Dean."

Cooper's soft voice made him jump. It was weird hearing such a soothing voice from her, "Don't blame yourself. Don't beat yourself up over it."

Dean nodded, but simple words weren't going to help.

They rode in silence, turning down streets, riding by alleys slowly. Nothing…and then…

"Cooper, MISPER found, 11-41."

Dean stared at the radio, then at Cooper. She had a straight face as she answered, "10-4, What's your twenty?"

"Maple and North."

Cooper switched on the siren and made a sharp right turn, "10-45?"

There was a pause on the radio. Dean's heart pounded. He didn't know what she asked, but it scared him that the person on the radio didn't respond right away.

"Code 40."

"Code 40? What's code 40?" Dean looked to Cooper. Her face was blank, concentrating on the road. Sam leaned forward in the back seat.

Cooper cleared her throat, "Code 40 means it's a serious case-"

"Serious?" Dean interjected. "How serious?"

"An ambulance was called in."

Dean stared at her, "An…an ambulance? What the- is he okay? Is he breathing? Ask him more questions! Is he talking?"

"Dean-," Sam started from the back of the seat. It was all he needed to say. Dean stared straight ahead, waiting to see lights, waiting to see the ambulance. Waiting to see Cas.

Dean sat up straight when they turned a corner and met the intimidating flashing lights of police cars and an ambulance. The car barely came to a stop when he jumped out.

"Cas! Castiel!" He ran straight for the ambulance, pushing past people on the sidewalks, who were craning to see what was happening. He was so close; he could see the yellow tape, the gurney…

"I'm sorry sir, you can't go through," An officer stuck his arm out, separating Dean from Cas.

"I'm with him! He's my…Cas is…please!" He pointed in the general direction of the scene, trying to communicate with this officer that he was Cas' boyfriend. Why didn't he understand?

His chest tightened and he was ready to punch the guy in the face when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Cooper showed her badge and lifted the tape for Dean and Sam to go through.

"Follow me," she ordered.

Sam placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, "You okay, Dean?"

"Yes." No.

There were multiple people crowded in one area; surrounding a body on the ground. Dean's stomach lurched when he saw the tan trench coat, dirty and tossed to the side like garbage.

Seeing the coat like that, tattered and forgotten, it stirred something in him. Dean didn't care anymore, he needed to see Cas. With all manners thrown out the window, he pushed through the officers and medics. He fell to his knees when he reached Cas.

He was pale. So pale…but breathing, he was alive.

"Cas? Cas, hey it's me, it's Dean." Dean brushed the fringe off of Cas' forehead. He was burning up and he trembled at Dean's touch.

Cas' eyes fluttered opened and he stared up at the sky. Dean smiled and scooted closer, "Cas, buddy, it's me." Cas couldn't turn his head because of the neck brace, but his blue eyes slid over to meet Dean's and he smiled.

"Dean," he whispered hoarsely.

Dean laughed, "Yah, you're gunna be okay. They're gunna take you to the hospital now. Okay?"

Cas nodded as much as he could, his smile still on his face, "Stay with me?"

Dean looked up to Cooper. She was smiling and she nodded, "You can ride in the ambulance with him, but we need to go now."

Dean took Cas' hand and held on. He never let go of Cas' hand. Not when they lifted him onto the gurney. He held on even tighter in the ride to the hospital, reassuring Cas through all the bumps and dips in the road.

He finally had to let go when they wheeled him into the E.R.

Dean stood in the hallway, watching him disappear behind a curtain. He was okay. He'd be okay. He had to be.

Sam, Arthur, and Merlin joined him some time later. All four of them waited in the hallway. When the doctor finally came out of the room, Dean shot up out of his chair, "Doctor? How is he? What happened to him? Can I see him?"

The doctor held up his hands and smiled, "Castiel will be fine. We're going to need to keep him over night just to make sure he will recuperate properly. He was severely dehydrated, had a slight concussion, and had gone into stage one hypovolemic shock, but he is recovering very well under the circumstances." Dean gave a silent prayer to whoever was listening that a little bit of Cas' juice was still working.

"What's hypo-"

"Hypovolemic shock is when the body loses about one fifth of blood. He had hit his head and bled out. He had also been sweating profusely and vomiting, which were contributing factors."

Dean felt sick, but Cas was going to be okay, he would recover. He waited patiently for the doctor to allow him to go in. "Yes, Dean, you may go in, but one at a time please."

Dean pulled back the curtain and closed it behind him. Cas lay in the hospital bed, looking peaceful and surprisingly comfortable under the blankets. He had an I.V. trailing out of his arms, and he was hooked up to a monitor.

Dean approached the bed with caution, making sure he didn't startle him. He ran a finger over Cas' cheek, "Cas? Hey Castiel."

Again, Dean watched as Cas' eyes fluttered open, revealing his deep, blue eyes. He gave Dean a small smile and reached up to take Dean's hand. Dean sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his thumb over Cas' fingers, "I'm sorry, Cas. I'm sorry I let go. I'm sorry I-"

"No…Dean…it's okay. It's not your fault," he said, his eyes glistening with tears. Dean bent down and wrapped his arms around Cas, who returned the embrace. Dean buried his nose into the nape of Cas' neck and let the tears roll down his cheeks. Cas rubbed Dean's back, soothing him. "Hey…Dean, I'm going to be okay. I guess I still have some angel juice in me."

Dean chuckled and sat up, "Yeah, I guess you do." He watched as Cas' eyelids drooped and his mouth opened in a silent yawn. Dean brushed his fingers through Cas' hair and kissed his forehead, "Get some sleep, Cas, I'll be here to take you home tomorrow, okay?"

Cas nodded and closed his eyes. Dean stood up and just as he was about to leave the room Cas spoke.

"Dean?"

"Hm?"

Cas' smile was shy, "We should do that again."

Dean furrowed his brow, "Do what?"

"The alley…"

"Oh…you remember?"

"Of course I remember. How could I forget?"

Dean laughed a deep, full belly laugh, "Sleep well Cas. I love you."

"Hm, love you too, Dean."

~The next day~

"Are your eyes closed?"

"Yes."

Dean waved a hand in front of Cas' face and proceeded to guide Cas through the front door and into their apartment. "Okay, open them," Dean said, once they were inside.

Cas opened one eye, then another and his mouth popped open when he saw what was fully in front of him.

"Do you like it?" Dean asked, squeezing Cas' hand.

"I…yes, thank you, Dean, but you didn't-"

Dean held a finger to Cas' lips, "No, I did. Come on."

He led Cas into the decorated living room. A banner hung up over the doors that led to the balcony, displaying the words 'Welcome Home, Cas'. There were candles lit on the table and kitchen counter. Two of Cas and Dean's favorite blankets were on the couch, waiting for their company. Harley was curled up and purring away on Dean's blanket. On the living room table were some of Cas' favorite movies.

"Before we sit down, I have something for you." Dean disappeared in their room and came out with Cas' trench coat in his hands. "I had it cleaned for you. Actually, if it wasn't for Detective Cooper, I would've had to buy you a new one." He handed the coat over to Cas, who took it and hugged it against his chest.

Cas turned to Dean and wrapped his arms around him, "You are incredible. I love you."

Dean wrapped Castiel in his arms, drinking in his warmth, "Come on, let's go watch some movies."

They watched hours of movies; just the two of them, cuddling next to each other on the couch. They didn't even make it to the bed that night. Castiel fell asleep right where he belonged; in Dean's arms.