Last night was the first night in a long time that I didn't call one of my friends to go hang out and do something stupid and dumb. It was also the first time that I went to sleep before midnight and didn't wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat thinking that Cas had been caught and I was the one hurting him, like I said I wouldn't. I smell food when I wake up, just a little bit before my alarm was supposed to go off. Mom's already in the kitchen, I see a pile of pancakes in front of her and grab a few. "Morning mom."

"Happy birthday Dean!" she hands me some syrup and I almost empty a fourth of the bottle. "Sleep well?"

"Actually I did."

Dad comes into the kitchen and pours himself a cup of coffee before he sits down, "Happy birthday son."

"Uhhu."

Mom glares at me but I just shove my mouth full of food. "Wake your brother up Dean, he'll be late for school."

"Yo Sammy!" I yell, again mom glares at me.

"I could have just as easily done that." She scolds. Sam comes walking into the kitchen, his hair in all different directions; it looks almost as crazy as Cas's did…

"Happy birthday jerk."

"Thanks-" I almost call him bitch, but dad cuts me off.

"So Mary I was wondering if maybe we should go out to dinner tonight, for Dean." My fork freezes in front of me. What the hell?

Mom seems just as shocked, she stops stirring batter and looks from him to me, then back to him, "I don't see why not. Dean," she turns me to me, "Would you like to go to a restaurant tonight?"

Everyone looks at me, "Sure." Sam's eyes slide away from me and down to his backpack, which is practically stuffed to its capacity. Dad looks down at his coffee and mom continues to stare at me.

"Well where would you like to go honey?" she comes to sit down at the table with the rest of us and we all stare at her. For the life of me I honestly can't think of any nice place I want to go to, but there's this little diner I went to once with a friend…

"I don't care, you pick. You know I've never been good at picking the right things." My mind turns to Cas and I shake my head.

Sam gets up and slings his backpack on his shoulders, "Come on dad I'm going to be late."

Dad downs the last of his coffee and puts on his coat, "Bye." They call at the same time. After they shut the door and the sound of the truck disappears mom turns to me.

"What time do you have to be at work?" she asks me.

Well Charlie said not to bother her before ten a.m. I also have to pick up Jo. "Nine-ish. It's my birthday so I don't have to come in too early."

"I was going to fold some laundry and watch the morning news, I know that's not too interesting, but…" she shrugs, "Care to join me?" she steals a pancake from me and eats it dry.

Later we're on the couch and I can't help but think back to when I was little. How sometimes when I was homesick mom and I would stay home, mom would stay with me and she'd sing to me and we'd watch really crappy television. Now I'm folding up towels and she's folding up a comforter and I'm half listening to a news report. "…We've also been getting reports that the infamous Castiel Novak, mass murderer and recently kidnapper, has been sighted near the Oklahoma and Kansas border. He was last seen driving towards Kansas; more at eleven."

Mom quickly shuts the TV off and stares at the clothes in her lap like she can't remember what she was doing in the first place. "Oh God." She bursts out. Mom puts her face in her hands and her shoulders start to shake.

"Mom, mom what's wrong?"

"He's coming back for you."

"Mom I'm right here." I hug her; it's all I can think to do. I'm never good at helping someone out while they're crying.

Hands slip up and down my sides and my skin tingles with every touch. "I've missed you." Cas whispers in my ear and I smile into his neck. "I've missed this." He cups my ass. I suck at his neck, there are too many layers between us. I want to rip his clothes off but somehow I'm not doing it. My lips trail a line down his jaw and I nip at his ear.

"I've missed you too." I move my hands to raise up his shirt but it stays down and my hands are on his arms. I don't remember doing that. Cas rocks his hips into mine and I sigh into his mouth as he takes my lips in his again. "Why-can't-I-touch you-more." I kiss him in between each word and he chuckles.

"Don't question it Dean, you're with me right now. Trust me." Cas pulls my arm up to his lips and he kisses the scar he left behind. "I could be coming back for you."

"What do you mean-" I break off as he rolls his hips in a way that takes my breath away. "You're right here baby."

"How can you know for sure?"

I jerk up in Charlie's bean bag chair and see her and Jo give me an odd look. "Bad dream?"

I want to say no, and get up…but I can't. There's something preventing me from getting up until it will to sit back down.

It was only a dream with heavy kissing and I'm rock hard. Imagine if we'd actually…I would have probably gotten his clothes of in record time. God knows he wants me too. I look at the clock on an old flip phone I'm borrowing and groan. It's four o'clock. Sam would want me home soon. "I have to go soon guys." Jo frowns and Charlie literally throws a book at me. "Ow."

"You were asleep for half of the movie."

"I'm tired." Charlie and Jo both gave him a 'look' and he explained, "I don't sleep much without having bad dreams ok?"

"Kidnapper bad dreams?" Jo prods and Charlie elbows her in the ribs, "Sorry."

I get up and stretch my back, "Nah, its fine. You're not that far of anyway. I'll see you later."

They exchange a look and say goodbye in unison.