Sorry for the lack of Brothers reuniting with Bobby but I really wanted to get this chapter out. I promise that I will write another chapter of Dean having a flashback from the day…I just need to figure out how to write it correctly.

This chapter is going to be one of the really random one-shots. Characters include Dean, Castiel and Bobby.

I hope you enjoy and please, pretty please leave reviews. They are love.

It had been a week since Dean and Sam reunited with a very peculiar Bobby. They endured a few hours of Bobby lecture about not calling but in the end he was just happy to be reunited. Sam left to go back to his girlfriend while Dean decided to spend a few weeks with Bobby.

Things had pretty much gone back to normal and Dean was more surprised at the lack of angel lately. It seemed like Castiel had been spending more time in Heaven than usual and Dean was just curious. Cas would show up, do something random, then leave again. Somewhere inside, Dean knew that it must have had something to do with Balthazar and Gabriel.

He sighed as he lay back on Bobby's couch, sipping at the fountain soda from lunch. He scrunched his nose at the awful, watered down Coke and placed it on the end table beside him.

There was a rustle of wind that caused a few papers on the coffee table to float across the room and Dean turned and smiled to see the electric blue eyes upon him.

"Hello Dean," Castiel said in his usual fashion. His eyes landed on the plastic cup for a moment before turning to Dean.

"Cas!" Dean said, lifting his upper body but keeping his legs stretched across the couch. "Where have you been?"

"Heaven," Castiel said as he stepped closer. He narrowed his eyes at the drink on the end table and slowly walked closer to Dean.

"Yeah, I kind of figured that," Dean said grabbing the drink and scrunching his face again at the taste. He knew it tasted foul but he was just thirsty and this was the closest thing.

"What is wrong with your drink?" Castiel asked curiously when he noticed the somewhat cute expression on the hunter's face.

"Watered down," Dean said, placing it on the coffee table.

Dean curled his knees to make space for the angel to sit down and Castiel gratefully sat beside him. He stared at the drink once more, trying to remember the trick Balthazar taught him while he was away. He took a deep breath and channeled some of the extra grace he had recently discovered would go to waste if not used.

Dean watched curiously as Castiel stared at the soda as if it were a puzzle he was trying to figure out. He knit his eyebrows when the cup shook slightly and seemed to glow a white light.

Castiel unfocused, sure he had done it right. Balthazar had said it was quite easy with enough water. He lifted it up and handed it to Dean, who seemed baffled as he took it in his hand. He shook the cup slightly and was intrigued when he heard the previously melted ice clatter in the liquid.

"What did you do?" he questioned the angel, who was now staring at him.

"Try it," he suggested.

Dean hesitated for a moment but decided he could trust Castiel not to poison him. If it was Gabriel, he would reconsider; not Cas though. He took a deep breath and then sipped the liquid.

He started to choke on what was inside. He shot his eyes as Castiel, whose own eyes were widened with fear. He was positive he did it right. He did exactly what Balthazar said. For a moment, he worried that maybe he taught him to do it wrong to hurt people.

"Is it wine?" Castiel asked Dean, who was finishing up his coughing fit.

Dean shook his head "No way, man."

"It is bad? I'm sorry; I thought I had it right. Do you feel sick? I'll kill him," Castiel rambled, panic started to seep through him.

Dean held up a hand "Woah, calm down. Did you seriously just try to turn water into wine?"

Castiel nodded, now curious to what was in that plastic cup.

Dean laughed as he sipped the drink again "I thought that was just a legend. But did you seriously just turn my Coke into whiskey? That is the most fucking amazing thing anyone has ever done for me."

Castiel blushed faintly at the compliment. So maybe he didn't do what he intended but he did make the perfect drink for the hunter. Dean was more of a whiskey man, anyways. Dean smiled and stretched his legs out across the angel's lap.

Castiel stiffened at the sudden weight of Dean's legs on his thighs. That was not something he had been expecting and he really didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to massage them?

Dean pressed his lips together to hold back the laugh that dared to come out as Castiel tilted his head in confusion at his legs. His hands twitched as though he was going to do something.

"Relax," Dean said, pulling his legs back so not to make the angel any more uncomfortable. He was more shocked when Castiel grabbed onto them to hold them in place.

Castiel held onto the hunter's legs tightly and began to press his thumbs into the knotted muscles.

Dean sighed as his head fell back at how incredible that felt. Castiel sure knew how to use his hands. He grinned slightly when he thought about what else the angel could do with his hands. He began to feel blood rushing at the thought of the strong hands of the angel over his erection.

He popped his eyes open when he felt the hand getting incredibly too close to that sensitive spot. He sat up and shot his eyes at the angel, who seemed to not realize what he was doing.

A smile tugged at the corners of Castiel's lips as the hunter shot up and he could feel those emerald eyes watching him.

"Cas…what are you doing?" Dean asked, trying not to think of how close those hands were.

"I'm giving you a massage. You offered your legs to me," Castiel said, holding back the smile that tried to spread. He just wanted to see how the hunter would react to this situation. He needed to play the innocent angel. He wanted to grin at that but was fairly good at a poker face.

Dean cleared his throat and tried to pull his legs back but the angel only gripped them harder and for a moment, he thought of Castiel leaving another mark on him. He felt more blood rush with that thought and with one swift movement, he managed to free his legs to his feet touched the floor.

Castiel was staring at him with that too damn adorably innocent angel expression. Dean had to avert his eyes or he would smother this angel.

Castiel took that moment of Dean looking away to let that grin form on his face for at least three seconds. He was spending far too much time with his Gabriel and Balthazar. Pointless fun was starting to rub off on him.

He took a long, deep breath and stood up. He stretched his body as he let his wings spread out freely. He felt so cramped keeping them locked up; they needed some fresh air.

Dean cleared his throat again and grabbed the plastic cup, pulling off the lid so he could gulp some down. Something, anything to get his mind off of dragging that angel to his bedroom and showing him what happens to people who tease Dean Winchester. He shook his head when he realized what he was thinking. He actually wanted Cas; he wanted to kiss every inch of his body and caress every feather on his damn wings.

Castiel had turned his back to Dean as he let out a few more seconds of smirk.

He stiffened when he felt a strong hand slap right in between his wings. A rush of heat soared through his body and he had to gulp deeply when he felt a lump in his throat.

He let out a soft sound when he felt Dean's breath against his exposed neck and his hands brush through his feathers in such a teasing way. He tried to press his wings back into Dean's hands but the hunter just pulled them out before gently caressing again.

"Dean," Castiel moaned, letting his head fall back onto the hunter's shoulder. He felt soft lips brush against his neck and he instantly felt more euphoria seep into his body both from the feather touching and kissing.

Dean smirked at the way he had his angel. He had his hands entwined in feathers and Castiel submitting completely to the hunter, exposing his delicate skin for Dean to taste.

"Nobody teases Dean Winchester without having to pay for it," Dean hissed hot breath against Castiel's ear.

Castiel groaned again "Dean…I don't know what you're talking about," he lied.

Dean spun the angel around and cupped his face with his hands. He locked eyes with those ocean blue irises and grinned "You can't lie to me, Cas."

"I am not lying," Castiel said, feeling lost in Dean's eyes.

"You made one little mistake," Dean said, brushing his thumb along the angel's jaw line.

"What mistake did I supposedly make?" Castiel asked, trying to hide his curiosity.

"Your mistake was your innocence…Because that little head tilt was too adorable. I've only seen that on your face the few times when you wanted something," Dean said, sliding one hand around Castiel's back to massage the feathers he knew to be most sensitive.

Castiel could not control the lust that filled his body at such tender touch "Dean, if you're going to do that then please don't do it so lightly," he almost begged as the hunter continued to touch ever so softly.

Dean grinned and leaned in, purposely causing the angel to think their lips would meet.

Castiel leaned forward, thinking his Dean was going to kiss him but the hunter simply brushed his lips along his cheek until he reached his ear "Don't tease me," he whispered hotly, sending chills down the angel's spine.

Dean smirked as he pulled away completely and walked back over to the couch.

Castiel stood there for a moment, his wings twitching in need of touch and his body feeling too hot and bothered for his liking. He frowned as his charge fell back onto the couch, lifting the plastic cup to his mouth.

Before the liquid could touch his lips, Castiel focused his grace and changed it.

Dean felt proud as he stared at the uncomfortable angel but he realized too late that ghost of a smirk on his face.

He sipped the 'whiskey' and immediately spit it out, his throat instantly trying to rid of any remnants of what he just took. He coughed and peered into the plastic cup to see steaming crimson liquid inside. He glanced wildly at the angel, who appeared much too mischievous. Wow, he needed to stop hanging out with Balthazar and Gabriel.

"In case you are wondering, that is goat's blood," Castiel informed "Very fresh, too."

Dean felt like he was going to puke again as he threw the cup at Castiel, who disappeared in a flurry of feathers, causing the cup to crash into the wall and splash blood across the room. He flinched, not realizing he threw it that hard.

There was a shout and suddenly Bobby appeared in the room, his eyes wild "What the hell you doing in here?" he asked.

Dean quickly tried to distract Bobby from the mess but it was hopeless. Bobby's eyes narrowed at him "Is that blood all over your chin?" he questioned, concerned.

"Uh..um-no-yes, but I'm not hurt," Dean fumbled, wiping his chin with his shirt.

Bobby furrowed his eyebrows and followed Dean's gaze to the wall beside him. His eyes widened at the mess of blood everywhere "What the hell you do, idjit?"

"Ask Cas," Dean said, crossing his arms. He was not going to clean that.

"You better stop poutin' before I smack if off your face," Bobby snapped, turning "and clean up that mess before I make ya' do it with your damn toothbrush." He continued rambling as he trudged down the hall.

Dean ground his teeth, knowing very well that Bobby would keep that promise. He sighed as he walked into the kitchen to grab cleaning supplies. Oh, Cas was going to get it. Just wait.

That is it for this chapter but I've wanted to write something like this. Hehe. Show how Castiel is beginning to change.

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