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Being an angel Cas could go anywhere, do anything as America and the boy's slept. He could swore around the world, go to England, Spain, Italy or New York somewhere where people were awake and full of life or he could go to the desert and count the stars or the ocean and listen to the waves. Come to think of it Cas could have a whole other life as the boys slept, but no. since that night he spent in the Winchesters room he found himself there night after night, each time he would spend hours watching the elder Winchester dream, and fight the urge to dream dive. He found himself wanting it to be night when it was day so he could sit on the floor near Dean's been and watch him smile.

Castiel made an instant and very easy decision not to tell Dean about his nocturnal activities, Cas didn't like the term lying, he wasn't lying just concealing certain truths that Dean would find hard to process and deal with, he was protecting Dean. Okay so Cas knew was being a bit of a perv, but this was his dirty secret, his guilty pleasure. Everything else was taken from him, this he wasn't giving up. This he wasn't prepared to share.

Around three weeks after Cas started his nightly visits and for the last two weeks he saw the boy's everyday a lot of the time for the whole day. Dean asked in passing one day in the motel room.

"What do you do when we sleep Cas?" the angels whole body tensed for a second before he answered, and could only thank his father that Dean's back was turned, other wise he would have surly noticed.

"I find my entertainment." Which was the truth and not being specific wasn't lying, oh god he was such a pervert he thought.

"Right…why don't you try sleeping, I bet you would enjoy dreaming."

"Do you?"

"Yeah It's…It's nice."

"What do you dream about?" Cas had wanted to ask that question since that first night, but it was too strange just to bring into convocation, but Dean brought it up, he was finally free to ask. The question had often occupied this thoughts throughout the day so it felt good to finally ask. It was strange to see Dean tense at the question, much like Cas had just done, even stranger that Dean gave him a snappy answer in a slightly irritated tone.

"Stuff, frisky woman mostly."

"I see." Cas' gaze lowered to the floor, out of all the new emotions he had been feeling. This one was most confusing. His stomach pulled and his chest tightened, he wasn't angry, was he? He had no call to be angry, this didn't feel like anger. He knew anger, it was the fastest emotional to arise in him and the easiest to understand though he found it was one of the hardest to control. This emotion was different but didn't seem completely new.

Cas spent time searching and sometimes reliving his memories to figure out where he had felt that emotional before, though the physical effects of it had long past still he needed to know. Cas did this in the boys motel room, sitting on Dean's bed, whilst the two brothers attempted to research, more than once Dean had waved a hand in front of his face, Cas didn't even blink.

"Dean what have you done?" Sam asked his brother.

"Me? Why is it my fault! We were just talking about dreaming and he turned into that."

"You think he's trying dream?" Dean shrugged to Sam and they settled back down to their books. There was nothing they could do for the angel in his present state so they left him.

Cas had been there for about an hour, he hadn't moved or spoken or anything, Dean was trying to research but the angel kept stealing his attention. He had already thrown a pen and a ball of paper at him, the bastard didn't even flinch, not even when he flicked a paper clip at him and it bounced of his right cheek, Dean found his game of 'throw things at the angel statue' more amusing then he knew it should be, after a while it occurred to him that Cas looked like he was in some kind of awake coma or something, it worried Dean a little but he easily covered that up with anger. He slammed his book shut and picked it up to throw it at him but Sam stopped him.

"Dean."

"What? He's freaking me out."

Sam approached the angel and prodded him slightly. "Cas? Are you in there?" no response, the hunter sighed and looked to his brother who shrugged, he didn't have any ideas. Cas suddenly remembered, he abruptly with no warning to the Winchesters stood up and made them both jump.

"Dammit Cas!" Dean barked at him.

"I remember." the angel muttered in return.

"Well ain't that's just swell. Remember what?" Dean asked, Cas looked to him then to Sam and back to Dean, before whipping his wings into action without another word. Dean rolled his eyes at the empty space in the room that Cas accompanied a moment ago.

"Frigging angels." He moaned before his brother got back to research, Dean now completely unable to concentrate, but pretended too none the less.

Cas appeared in an old familiar barn. "Anna." He muttered to himself. It was in this barn he had felt tat strange pulling sensation and sickly emotion. When Anna kissed his charge. When she kissed Dean. But what was it? Cas was getting pissed and started to pace when all of a sudden he stopped dead.

"Jealously." He muttered to himself, he new it was a negative motion but one of the seven sins was not what he was hoping for. He was jealous that Anna kissed Dean, but that was silly he didn't really like Anna in that way, he didn't know how or even that he could, could he? Then why would he be jealous if Dean dreams of frisky women as he watches? Cas soon understood and the revelation hit him hard. Anna wasn't the one that made him jealous.

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