The two slept through the day and night; Dean exhausted from searching and the implications of finding, and Cas from the aftermath of, well, everything. In fact they were so tired they could have slept right through the following day as well if it weren't for Dean's hunger.

His hunger woke him from a deep slumber, growling incessantly. Blinking a few times before using sunlight and his feeling of restfulness to judge the time, he decided it was time to get them some food. He looked over to Castiel, who had rolled over since the two went to bed; he was now facing Dean, his eyes closed with only the occasional lash flutter. The blankets had made their way past his small shoulders and around his neck; one hand hugged the blankets to his chest, and the other coiled around Dean's arm.

Dean smiled at the sight; Dean Winchester, needed. Wanted. And by someone who was strong enough to fight for him and still kind enough not to leave. Dean smiled absentmindedly. Thanks Cas.

But alas, Dean was hungry and it would probably do the two of them good to get some food; besides, he noticed Cas hadn't eaten much at the diner and that was days ago. Carefully raising Cas' arm with his free hand, Dean began his attempt at leaving; but Cas' skin felt so warm it was sickening. Dean felt he had no choice but to wake him

"Cas! Your arm is on fire!"

Castiel's eyes opened slowly, and he assessed his arm calmly before stating, "if that is a euphemism, I am unfamiliar with it."

"Cas I'm serious, your arm is so hot." Dean reached out the back of his hand toward Cas' face like his mom had done with him. "I think you have a fever Cas."

Dean watched Cas rub his face in his hands and clear his throat before mumbling something about being cold and closing his eyes again.

"Come on Cas! Talk to me. Aren't you hungry?"

"I can't Dean... the room won't stop moving."

Oh great, thought Dean. Obviously taking Cas with them as planned today would be impossible; they were already a day behind and who knows how quickly news spreads in the demon community about stationary ex-angels. Dean couldn't take a sick Cas in the impala for the sake of his sick friend and his clean car; it looked as though they'd be staying at Motel Creepy a little while longer.

Dean's stomach rattled. "Cas, I'm going to go get us some food and then we're going to get you feeling better, alright?"

Cas moaned and nodded to Dean. It was time to get the show on the road. Fixing his jacket by the hall mirror, Dean checked his pockets for the keys to his baby; that's when he saw the note.

Dean:

I went into town today and got food and supplies; you seemed busy. Your pie and Cas' burgers are in my room. –Sam

Great. Now their overdramatic heart-to-heart was one step closer to happening. Maybe Dean shouldn't go to Sam just yet.

Dean's stomach groaned. Then again, Sam has the pie...

Lucky for Dean's no-nonsense mood, Sam wasn't in their room when he went back; however there was pie and burgers as promised. Dean gleefully seized the bag and left as quickly as possible.

"Yo Cas, how you doing?" Dean asked, door slamming behind him.

"My head hurts." He was sitting up now, a good sign. Or maybe he was hungry too.

"Oh sorry."

"In fact my symptoms may have increased in intensity since last I saw you. Also my nose seems to be leaking a strange substance; I think perhaps I've been possessed."

"Yeah, no. Welcome to humanity Cas, you've officially caught the common cold."

"Well it feels awful."

Dean patted Cas' arm. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better Sam got you some burgers." Cas watched as Dean held up the bag and nodded thanks when he got his meal. Together they feasted, eating quickly and without taking notice of each other. Their hunger pangs began to die down when Dean's apple pie and four of Cas' burgers were nearly gone.

"Dean?"

"Yeah Cas?"

"Can I try some pie?"

"You've never had pie before?"

"No."

Had this been Sam the answer would have been a brief sarcastic glare and Dean sitting further away, but Cas was doing the puppy dog thing. "Fine, I'll give you some of mine." Dean scooped some onto his plastic fork and handed it to Cas, waiting for the verdict. "Well?"

Cas wrinkled his nose and handed the fork back to Dean. "I don't think I like pie flavour."

The two finished up their meals and spent the rest of the day on Cas' bed. The two didn't say much, partly because Cas had a sore throat, and also because that's just how they were—words were never needed.

Dean left only momentarily, hoping to drive down to a drug store and get some stuff for Cas, but Sam still hadn't returned and apparently he had taken Baby with him. It didn't bother Dean too much though; he needed some time just to be with Cas. When they decided they wouldn't be leaving any time soon, the two turned on the television and started flipping the channels. Cas kept asking for the news to be put on, so that he may 'become better acquainted with everyday happenings here on Earth', but Dean soon made the argument that nothing ordinary would be appreciated in a television show about newsworthy things. They settled on watching reruns of sitcoms, movies and the occasional Bugs Bunny and Tweety episode.

Nothing really extraordinary happened, just a lot of television interrupted occasionally by Cas' nose-blowing or the two sharing a laugh. Dean would get drinks or snacks from a vending machine in the hall on commercial breaks, and they had to keep changing seating positions so as not to be uncomfortable as time flew by. And somewhere in the stuffy afternoon the two found rhythm; one moving over when the other was uncomfortable, Dean sensing when Cas might need to cough or change position. When Cas had his coughing fits Dean was there to pat his back and rub his hair. When Leonardo DiCaprio died at the end of the Titanic movie on cable, Cas handed him his near empty Kleenex box.

When the sun started to go down, Dean sighed, thinking that Sam would soon be back and life would go on and this subtle rhythm they had been dancing to might draw to an end. Dean turned off the tv.

"Dean?"

Dean turned to face him; thank god Cas looked so much better. A smile traced around Cas' eyes, and although the dullness was still having its affect, there was a twinkle there too. "Yeah Cas?"

"I like being human." His smile was showing now—shining, actually.

"You think so do you?"

"If this is humanity, laughing at absurdly colored talking animals and improbable, fictitious relationships playing on what you call cable, then I am confused. But the feeling I have experiencing this with you is most positive." He paused. "I think this is happiness."

Dean smiled, looking down. "Well yeah, sometimes it's all about the little things. Details."

"Like when you watched that kids' show because you knew I liked it, or when you made me the tea?"

Dean smiled. "Oh yeah, how is your tea by the way?"

"Horrible."

"Oh."

"That wasn't the point."

"I know." The two smiled. Happy. "Dean, you know I am fairly uneducated when it comes to human interactions... but after our experience today I do feel a bit more fluent."

"That so?"

Before either one could continue, Cas took Dean's face in his hands, and kissed him lightly on the lips. Silent as ever, Cas backed away slowly, gauging Dean's response. Dean smiled slowly, welcoming the feeling of warmth as he realized today would be an excellent memory for him. For them.

"Cas, I think you might be a bit unaware of how viruses are spread."

Cas' eyes widened. "Oh, I do apologize. I suppose I am unfamiliar with—" Dean leaned in and kissed him again.