A Late Night Conversation

"So what do you guys think?" Dean sat at the motel's rickety table and looked over at them.

Bobby scratched his head and pulled his cap down a bit more. "I gotta admit. I really don't like how things are turning out here."

"You think?" Sam asked. "Dean, this whole business that Cas was talking about with Crowley… It sounds exactly like what's going on with our Cas! Why would you trust him?"

"I don't!" Dean hissed. "Besides, how do we even know that this Cas is telling the truth? If he can lie about Crowley in our time, who knows how much of a better liar he's become?"

Bobby on the other hand had a thoughtful look on his face. "Did he ever really lie?"

The two Winchesters stared at him. "What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Well, if memory serves me correctly," Bobby pointed out, "most of the time he just seemed to avoid questions or skirted around the truth. Has he actually told any outright lies?"

Dean thought about it a moment, and he knew Sam was doing the same. Actually, Cas hadn't seemed to tell any outright lies except…

"Son of a bitch." He muttered. The other two looked at him. "Remember after he and Balthazar re-sunk the Titanic and we said that Balthazar hadn't prevented it from sinking just because he hated the song and Cas…"

"Very obviously was lying about it." Sam finished. Apparently, he too remembered Cas avoiding their gaze, shuffling his feet, and sounding unsure as he confirmed what they had assumed.

He was a terrible liar. He was probably just as bad as when Dean had first tried to get him to do it when going after Raphael.

Holy Crap. Dean was the one who taught Cas to lie in the first place.

"Right. So, I don't think the Cas over there is lying." Bobby nodded in the direction of the sleeping Castiel.

The three of them looked over at him. His forehead was still a bit wrinkled, even in sleep, but he still seemed a lot more peaceful than he had awake.

"Then things are really going down the crapper, huh?" Dean mused.

Things here weren't as bad here as the other future he had seen, but they were still bad. After all, at least Lucifer wasn't up and about, partying as the Apocalypse was in full swing. On the other hand, Bobby was dead and had been for years. He was missing after apparently messing with some big, bad supernatural mark and dying. Sam was probably working himself to death trying to find him and for some reason, he didn't want Cas's help. And Cas…

This Cas was not a druggie. He wasn't looking for the next hit, next bottle of alcohol, or the next orgy to throw himself into. He wasn't hopeless, hapless, or looking for a way to end it all. He wasn't human, but there was obviously something off. He ate without being prodded. He was sleeping. He looked so tired. Even without having his wings that probably wasn't normal.

Bobby and Sam were also silent next to him, and Dean wondered where their thoughts were taking them. He knew it probably wasn't where his were going, because he had never fully explained that experience to them. All they knew was that it had been bad. He hadn't really wanted to talk about it any further than that.

Still, this was one issue that they should address.

"Putting whatever future me has done aside," Bobby and Sam looked at him, "what do you think is wrong with Cas?"

They all went back to looking at the angel.

"I don't know." Sam finally admitted. "Obviously something is wrong, but he doesn't want to tell us."

"More like, he doesn't seem to think that it's as important when we've got a bigger problem on our hands. What with us being sent to the future and all?" Bobby concluded, his expression saying that he wished that he had some hunter's helper.

"What? So his problems don't matter?" Dean was a bit angry with Cas for thinking something like that.

Both Sam and Bobby looked at him in surprise. "What?" He asked, slightly indignant at their expressions.

They shared a glance with each other. "Dean." Sam finally said. "You always act like our problems are more important than Cas's."

"What? No, I don't." Dean ignored the little voice in the back of his head that was agreeing with Sam.

"Yeah, you do, boy." Bobby confirmed. "Why just recently with your trip to the past, the moment you came back you started grousing about how Cas had to send you back when he was obviously too exhausted to do it."

"And I've kind of noticed it, too." Sam's face suddenly. His voice grew quiet. "We do kind of treat him like a tool, don't we?"

The silence was contemplative and almost sad.

Dean gazed over at Castiel. He thought about what Gabriel had said. It couldn't be true. After all, Dean had helped Cas loads of time. He had also almost died for him before. It was all right for him to ask for Cas's help because of that.

But you've never actually died. Cas has died for you. That annoying voice at the back of his head tried to pipe up again, Dean shoved it down. This was probably all just another of Gabriel's tricks. He glanced at his two companions, but they had obviously been taken in. Well, he wouldn't fall for it.

"We should get some sleep for now." Bobby decided, breaking the silence. He moved over to the cot that Cas had so graciously gotten and set it up. It probably was as good as the one in the old panic room, but Dean wasn't going to sleep on it so it wasn't his problem.

"Yeah," Sam agreed, "what do you think this Bunker place is anyway? I mean, it almost sounds like we have an actual place." He moved over and kicked off his shoes by the unoccupied bed.

"Nah," Dean said, stretching as he stood from the chair. "We really aren't the type to settle down, even if it doesn't have a weird title sounding name." He paused as he gazed at where people were situated. "Hey."

Sam chuckled a bit as he took some of his layers off and lay down. "Night, Dean."

Dean turned to Bobby.

"Night, Dean, Sam." Bobby had already gotten comfortable on the cot.

Which left…

"Dammit." Dean cursed as he realized that the only spot left to sleep was either on the other half of Cas's bed or the floor. After all, there was no way he was getting in bed with Sammy the Octopus.

He looked over at Cas, who hadn't moved an inch since laying down, except for snuggling deeper into his pillow. Dean carefully took his shoes off and slipped onto the other side of the bed, getting under the covers. He settled back to sleep.

"If I hear a word about this, I'm killing both of you." He threatened.

Dean ignored their chuckles as he rolled over and fell asleep.

AN: Due to the way the show is written, this is probably the only way that Dean and Cas would ever sleep together. *Sigh*