Because I felt bad about making you wait ALL DAY for an update I thought I'd give you another chapter for today

This one is just a little silly and funny because let's not forget that Supernatural has some really hilarious moments amidst the serious stuff pretty much my entire story has been serious stuff so this is what happened :P

This one is pretty Destiel :P

This chapter is dedicated to Pyro42x ^.^ thank you for reviewing

I don't own any Supernatural characters or their souls :'(

Enjoy ^.^

Dean was lying down; confused, and groaned. He ached all over. He heard something near him and looked towards the sound. It was Cas, he was laughing, which was a rare occurrence in of itself. Dean shook his head fondly at his favourite angel and then noticed something else.

'Hey, Cas?' he asked, nervously. Cas turned to him with that look in his face. The same look he had had when he had told him not to change, that sort of smile that wasn't really a smile bit it looked like one because the joy he felt had reached his eyes.

'Yes Dean?' the angel replied, looking him straight in the eye with a happiness that was innocent and pure, it made Dean want to smile too, but he had more pressing concerns

'Where are my pants?'

Castiel's smile vanished instantly,

'Your … pants' Cas repeated, meeting Dean's eyes once more, looking like a terrified kid who had been told that there was no more pie in the world. His eyes widened and he glanced down before he could help himself.

'Yes Cas' Dean said, slowly 'my pants. You know, those things that people wear to keep their junk from flapping around in public. Where are they?' Castiel shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at Dean, his pale cheeks tinged with a pink that Dean had never seen before.

As embarrassing as it was to be naked in what appeared to be the middle of a field, and an angel that had just sneaked a peak at his junk, he was flattered that he had caused such a reaction. It was adorable, quite frankly, to see Cas so put-out by something as basic as nakedness. As an angel who had once or twice popped in on Sam and Dean (and once even Bobby) in the shower or on the toilet and continued to talk as though nothing was amiss, he couldn't help but wonder what had changed.

'Your clothes cannot be remade' he said eventually, in his usual, deadpan way. Dean was taken-aback. Then an idea struck him and he sat bolt upright, he stared straight at the angel in front of him, who seemed alarmed by his sudden movement. Dean shuffled backwards slightly and began to gesture with his hands, trying to think of the words, these hand movements seemed to confuse Cas, who was watching him, frowning slightly, looking worried about his friend's mental state.

'Are they … did you … did we?' he managed. Cas just looked at him and shook his head a little, showing his lack of understanding. 'I mean … did we?' He moved his arms frantically. Cas' frown deepened and he looked concerned, and also the tiniest bit … hurt? Oh crap!

'You don't remember?' Castiel said. The story had not mentioned this. Memory loss. Dean had not experienced it the last time he went to Hell. Then again, although his stay had been shorter, it had been far more severe. Cas remembered the feel of his soul in his hand and shuddered. Dean was looking at him, horrified. 'You do remember?' now he was really confused.

'Cas, what did we do last night?' Dean cried. Then he paused 'I was top side … right?' Castiel thought that honesty was the best way to go. It might be better if Dean didn't remember, but Castiel would not lie to him.

'As I recall Dean, you were just 'bottom side' as you say. I only just completed you'

'What?' Dean moaned and put a hand to his head 'Oh God, this can't be happening'

He must be remembering Castiel thought sympathetically. 'Okay' Dean said, taking a few deep breaths. Okay. Well … was I … good?'

Castiel reached forwards to place a hand over the mark on his shoulder and looked directly into his eyes

'You were very brave Dean' he said sincerely 'Given the circumstances you did very well'. Dean just nodded, feeling dazed. He cleared his throat awkwardly, he had to ask

'And, uh, for you, was it? How was it?' Castiel blinked at him

'It was Hell, Dean' the angel replied 'Probably the worst experience of my life. Those sounds you were making...' he trailed off, looking pained. Dean blanched.

'Jeez, Cas' he said 'I'm sorry' Cas cocked his head

'Why?'

'Because you deserve more than that Cas, especially your first time.' The angels frown deepened

'That wasn't my first time Dean' he said 'Exactly how much have you forgotten?'

'I remember the last time we talked about this, you were a virgin! When did that change Cas?'

'I don't understand.' Cas said, looking on the verge of tears he was so confused 'what does my … abstinence have to do with anything?'

Dean paused. 'Okay' he said ' I feel like I'm missing something here. So I'm going to ask you outright. Cas, did we, or did we not have sex?' Castiel's eyes seemed to bug out, his mouth dropped open and his entire face seemed to redden.

'What? No! Dean, no! What?' Dean sighed in relief, and the knot of guilt in his stomach was replaced by amusement.

'Well, good. Because, I assure you, if we had, then you certainly would not call me the worst experience of your life' Cas just gaped at him, making the occasional, almost squeak, almost growl noise of someone whose brain had ceased to function. He winked, enjoying the angel's obvious discomfort. And then he glanced at his surroundings again

'But, seriously Cas, how did we get here? The last thing I remember was me and Sam were digging up Abbadon's body.'

Castiel managed to compose himself although he felt unnaturally warm

'Yes, well. You were kidnapped by Crowley, and he took you back to Hell.'

'And you saved me again, huh?' Dean grinned, and the world seemed a little brighter, or maybe that was because the sun was coming up. 'My guardian angel.' he had meant it teasingly, but it came out of his mouth with a serious tone that he hadn't expected. He coughed and looked away. 'Anyway' he said. 'Would you be so kind as to zap me into the vicinity of my clothing?'

Cas nodded and they blinked

'Dean!' Sam cried as they appeared in the kitchen of the bunker. His younger brother flung himself on him, causing him to fall back onto the floor.

'I'm sorry Dean' Sam sobbed 'I'm so sorry, but you would never have forgiven me and … why are you naked?' Dean gently pushed his brother away and stood, trying to cover his modesty. . .

'Pants!' he yelled 'Why does nobody understand the need I have for pants! I'm going to get pants. Then we can talk.'

He turned and ran towards his room, but at his door he stopped and looked round to see the others staring at him.

'Don't think I don't see you checking me out Cas' he teased with a wink and a kiss in the direction of the angel. Before disappearing to dress.

Sam was astounded, at the appearance of his naked brother, at the way he seemed so … normal, and was Cas blushing?

'Cas, what happened?' Castiel looked down at Sam, the haunted look in his eyes said it all

'It was bad Sam. Really bad. I had to leave his vessel behind. But I managed to grow him again from his soul.' Sam just stared for a moment and shook his head once

'I'm going to pretend that makes sense' he said 'but what about Dean. He doesn't exactly look like someone who's been to Hell'

'He doesn't remember it' Cas replied 'And I think it's best if it stays that way'

'Dean won't like that' Sam pointed out. Castiel sighed.

'I know'

So what do you think? A lot of dialogue but I tried to make it funny :P did it work? I just love the image of innocent Cas making not-so-innocent Dean thinking that they had had sex xD

Dawww, I love these boys. I just wanna ruffle their hair ... and some other unspeakable things ;)

If you could take the time to review, I'd really appreciate it ^.^

Love Tibbins xx