Castiel looked around the dark hotel room. What a wasteland, he thought. Dean's clothes were everywhere on the floor along with beer bottles and bags of chips. He watched Dean who was in deep sleep.

He lay on his back facing the ceiling; one hand on his bare chest and the other dropping on the side of the bed. Castiel began to walk towards Dean.

His steps made no noise; he made sure Dean did not wake up. A few steps in he stepped in the biggest, gushiest pool of stuff he had ever felt between his naked toes. Castiel let out a girly shriek covering his mouth immediately after.

Dean shot up like a bullet with his gun pointed towards Castiel. "What are you doing, man—hay what happened to my pie?" Castiel glanced at Dean and then back at his toes.

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Castiel returned to Dean's room and watched him staring at the television screen. Dean sat comfortably with his shirt draped around his neck. Castiel sat on the couch next to him hoping to get his attention.

"We have a lot of work to do, Dean." Dean flicked the TV remote at the screen and it shut off. He faced Castiel.

"I know." Dean looked down and sighed. "It feels odd coming back like this, you know? I've been gone for so long. What if they forgot about me? What if I'm alone?"

"You will never be alone, for I am your guardian." Castiel spoke truly.

Castiel stared at the print he had left on Dean's shoulders. He placed his hand to match the red stamp. "Does this hurt?" Dean turned to face Castiel, eye to eye.

"It burns a little," he said still staring into Castiel's bright eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Castiel spoke so that his words would sooth Dean and take his worries away.

"I know you didn't," Dean lifted his hand and placed it against Castiel's. "You only meant to save me from the torment. Those sons of bitches tore my body apart down in there in Hell. I never want to go back."

Castiel grasped Dean's shoulder a bit harder, as if he could channel Dean's pain into his own mind. "You won't go back. I won't let you." Castiel brought himself closer to Dean and threw down the shirt that hung over Dean's neck.

"I tried my best to recover you, Dean. I wish I could take all your pain away." Dean closed his eyes still facing Castiel. "It's a scary place, I didn't think I'd get out, you know." Dean leaned against Castiel.

"I lost all hope. Every minuet was long and painful. Every second I hoped I would just die again somehow and end up here. Hell is cold. Things just tear apart yo"—Castiel placed his hand on Dean's cheek with one finger on his mouth telling him to be quiet.

"Don't think about it, Dean. You're safe and alive, here with me. I'll make sure to protect you." Dean opened his sad eyes looking at Castiel's calming face. Castiel held onto Dean's body close to his.

"What's happened to me Castiel? I've grown so weak." Castiel combed through Dean's hair with his fingers calming him down as if he was a child. He rocked his body hoping he would forget his pain.

"You haven't grown weak. You're just learning to become stronger." Dean hid his face in Castiel's trench coat. He closed his eyes listening to his angelic heartbeat.

"You're perfect, Cas. You truly are an angel." Dean put his arms around Castiel gripping him comfortably and pushing him on his back.

Castiel stared into Dean's beautiful brown eyes, blinking slowly. "This time I won't disappear," Castiel said dragging Dean closer.

"I love you, Castiel," Dean whispered gently in his ear hoping to get him to feel the same way. Castiel pushed his face on Deans, softly biting his lower lip.

Dean put his body over him gripping him tightly as his heart began to race. Castiel ached to have Dean closer but he knew in the back of his mind that it was wrong.

He felt Dean loosen Castiel's black tie. The first three buttons came undone easy. His moved his face down to Castiel's neck and kissed him softly.

Castiel closed his eyes. A bright light came from under his eyelids. He pushed Dean away.

"I'm sorry Dean…Father is calling me" Castiel's words came out sad but cold. Dean got up opening his eyes. He was surrounded by nothing but clothes and beer bottles on the ground in his dark hotel room.

It is okay Castiel; I understand. Dean reached down for his shirt and sat alone on his couch.

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