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By the time Dean made his way downstairs his nerd of a brother was already deep in research mode, and if the pile of book were anything to go by he had been for a good few hours.

"Hey Sammy." He greeted his brother on the way to the kitchen, who huffed in return.

The elder Winchester went to get himself coffee needing a little boost before he settled down for 18 hours of fruitless research, he really didn't get paid enough for this, he really didn't get paid he thought to himself as he poured his coffee.

As Dean sat at the table and slowly drank his drink his mind was firmly rooted in his dreams, they never failed to calm him, he smiled to himself Cas did look rather good in that white coat he thought before shaking his head, not today he couldn't get side tracked this was the freaking end of the world and he was thinking about an angel playing dress up.

God help him no he thought scrape that he doesn't want anything from that bastard. The hunter sighed as he looked into his empty cup, put it in the sink and grabbed a packet of biscuits and joined his brother in the study. Bobby joined the brothers a moment later with a new bottle of whisky in his hands and an old book in another.

After about an hour and a half Bobby looked up at the boys, Sam was still in the same position as he had been whilst Dean was fidgeting every few minutes or so. The older hunter looked down again before he spoke.

"Where's Cas then?"

"Why would I know?" Dean instantly answered not looking up, he didn't so much snapped at the older man but it was close.

Sam couldn't help but smirk at the fact Dean didn't have to look up to know Bobby was obviously talking to him; there was a message in there somewhere. After Bobby huffed to himself at Dean's answer, silence fell between them once more for about half an hour before Dean slammed his book shut and rubbed his eyes standing and looking at the other two men, he accidentally made jump at his sudden outburst.

"I need food, anyone else?" Dean asked the two men nodded but didn't look up from their pages making Dean roll his eyes before leaving. He looked at the time and groaned it was only eleven o'clock he had been researching for a mere two hours and he was already contemplating suicide, his life officially blew. Officially.

It was true he needed food but above that he just needed to get out of that house and have a drive, nothing but the turn of pages and the sound of Bobby swigging his bottle to cover up the silence that was deafening him, this was why he blared his music, he hates silence it was too quiet, too much time to think. It was only now did he realise the silence he was sitting in, no music usually he would rushed to pump up the volume and sing along to one of his favourites, but however much he hated the silence at Bobby's, this he kind of liked, gave him a break from everything in this car at this moment he wasn't so broken down tired hunter fighting helplessly to save the world that was doomed anyway he was Dean Winchester, apocalypse? Not for the next hour or so thank you he thought to himself as he cruised along the road passing diner after diner, it didn't really matter which one he chose it was all the same anyway.

Plus he wasn't ready to stop just yet, his mind had wondered to last night and he planned to keep it there, at least for a little while, a little guilty pleasure to get him through the day though masturbating to the thought of your dreams and a particular angel that resided there was indeed a guilty pleasure he felt he deserved a little more.

It was just thinking no harm in that. Mary-rose he thought that what he would call the little girl that called him daddy and the hyper little boy with the wide smile, wide blue eyes and sandy blonde hair? Him he would call Bobby-John. They would be happy, normal. Normal was good he thought with a smile he could almost feel his children's arms around him; almost feel his husband's lips on his. Dean shook his head at that, husband? Wow that came from nowhere he thought, so did a rough deep voice from the passenger seat.

"Hello Dean." The hunter jumped as he eyes widened and swerved the car a little from the shock.

"Dammit Cas, don't do that." Dean grunted as he breathed heavy to attempt to slow his heartbeat after that low husky voice made it beat ten fold. There was a silence between them for a minute, Dean chanced a quick glance to the angel and smiled as a way of clearer the air after his little outburst.

"You're not listening to music." Dean's grip of the stirring wheel tightened as he heard Cas questioning statement, "Is something wrong?" did the angel sound, worried? Dean thought.

"Cas I don't always listen to music." Cas' brow furrowed as his head cocked gently to the side as he looked at Dean. The hunter didn't look directly at Cas, he didn't have too he knew good and well what Cas would be doing his stupid little head tilt that has more than once made an appeared in his dreams, it was just too damn cute. "Is there something you wanted Cas?"

Dean knew he sounded pissy but he couldn't help it, the real Cas interrupt his day dreaming of the imaginary Cas, okay so he knew he was going crazy but he couldn't stop.

Cas sat still and rigid and upon hearing Dean's question he tensed up more, if that were possible. Though the hunter made a point of not looking at Cas and keeping his attention to the road ahead, he did notice that Cas' finger tips were white from Cas digging them into his leg, weird. The angel opened his mouth the closed it again, he repeated this at least five times before Dean rolled his eyes and took a sharp turn right into a diner car park. Having just popped in Cas wasn't wearing a seat belt, not that he really needed to, he'd been shot stabbed and well everything at that and it hadn't even slowed him down so a car crash was unlikely to do the trick.

So Dean took a sharp right turn which coursed an unsuspecting Cas to fall to the side, Dean laughed he soon stopped when he realised Cas was forced in his direction and his head landed on his lap, fuck. Dean came to a stop and looked down at the wide eyed angel, still in shock.

Dean refrained himself from stroking the angels face instead coughed and looked up, eyes instantly meeting a pretty waitress who saw the sudden entrance of the impala, she smiled at the hunter just as Cas got up head appearing from the hunters lap, the waitress went red and turning to get back to her tables.

The two men sat in silence for a moment.

"Dean…why did you do that?" asked a still flushed angel, a smirk appeared on the hunters face, Cas hair had became so wild, he shrugged before laughed of his answer.

"Had the urge."

"Strange. You seem to be good at containing your, urges." Cas spoke slowly, the angel was thinking of Dean's dreams and how when Dean was awake how normal he acted, how often did Dean dream of him like that he thought, Dean looked at Cas, his mind went to his dream, why couldn't this be a dream? Cas was so fucking hot right now; hair messy voice low and his eyes seemed darker than usual, fuck. Dean swallowed dryly as he stared at Cas' lips; he saw the little half smirk that quickly came and went from Cas' lips before the angel himself disappeared, leaving Dean alone in the car.

"Fucking angels." He mumbled to himself before getting out of the impala with a sigh.

Dean got food and drove back to Bobby's before returning to his original seat to eat, Sam and Bobby were still in the same position, it freaked Dean out a little at just how long these two can research for.

"Alright, you know what?" Dean spoke for the first time in five hours. "This is shit, just how long are we going to sit and stare at these books, when you two know as well as me, they are not going to help."

"Dean," Sammy sighed as he wiped his eyes,

"Sammy, tell me I'm wrong tell me since this has started we have got a lead, however small." Sam couldn't answer that, it was true they had got nowhere.

"We can't just sit with our thumbs up our ass and wait for the world to end boy, we have to at least try." Bobby huffed out, Dean and Sam both knew he was right

"No, you have to try, I have tried I've been trying and right now, I'm going for a drink. If you wanna see I'm right and give up, at least for tonight then your welcome to join me." Dean told the two men before turning and leaving slamming the door behind him, though he didn't mean too, he wasn't angry and pissed, he was tired and wanted things to go away. Sam and Bobby looked to each other thinking about Dean's words.

Dean leant up against the impala for a few minutes breathing in the cool night air and watching the figure of Sam in the window, wishing he would stand and join him, it's been just a long time since the two sat down for a beer, too long.

There was a flutter of feathers sweeping through the air, telling him an angel just popped in, so he knew it had to be Cas and the pull in his stomach confirmed it.

"Heya Cas." Dean mumbled to himself as he kept his eyes on the window.

"Hello Dean." Dean turned to greet the angel properly, finding Cas three inches from his face, the hunter closed his eyes and swallowed, not now he thought, so god dam close.

"Cas, we've talked about this, personal space."

"My apologies." Cas told him as he stepped back. What was going on the angel thought, how can he be acting so calm after dreaming about sucking my cock? He asked himself. "I came to check on you."

"I'm fine Cas, going for a drink," Dean looked to his feet and kicked the ground a little as he pushed his hands into his pocket, "Come with me?" he asked not chancing a look, god he felt like a girl. Cas didn't say much, simply nodded and told the hunter.

"Yes." Cas climbed into the impala and was joined a few seconds later by Dean; they drove to the closest bar in a comfortable silence.

The hunter and the angel walked towards the bar Dean opened the door for Cas who smiling in thanks, they sat themselves down at a small table and Dean got them both a bottle of beer. Dean sat for a minute or so and fiddled with the bottle label before talking so quietly, like a whisper, a secret only for Cas just before taking his first sip.

"Thank you."

Cas smiled a faint smile, when he heard Dean's words. Though he was beaming Jimmy seemed to be smirking, it was getting easier to show emotions but harder then it perhaps should be, one thing Cas knew for sure was that Dean's words had meant a lot to him.

After about half an hour Dean and Cas had drank an impressive amount in that time and were talking about some of their less dark times together, Dean was telling him about how he felt waiting for Cas to show up for the first time, he just got to the part where the doors flung open and a bottle of whisky was placed on the table and a familiar voice said,

"Fancy something stronger?" the hunter and the angel looked up to Sam's face all fluffy hair and puppy eyed, and behind him was Bobby.

The four of them sat at the table of the bar for five hours, they drank, talked, they laughed and Sam took a 20 minute nap three hours in, Dean couldn't help himself and draw a cock on his baby brothers face, something Sam didn't find out until he went to the bathroom an hour later. They got on hunter territory rather quickly and for the last half an hour were discussing plans for stop the devil and save the world. Thankfully by this time they were drunk so the people in ear shot just assumed they were rambling, even Cas was starting to feel the effects.

When they left the bar Sam pushed Bobby and use it as a way to keep himself up, and Dean had an arm around Cas' shoulder for support as he was the least intoxicated.

Cas knew the boys couldn't drive and he knew they wouldn't listen to him, stubborn ass-butts. So before they could react he touched them and transported them back to Bobby's. Though due to the intoxication and there beginning three of them it took a bit out of him, so he had to sit down, quickly. Though because Dean was still hanging off him Dean ended up falling on the floor, the movement made Sam run to the sink and threw up and curiously angel flight made Bobby sleepy and he arrived back at his snoring lightly.

When Dean found himself in familiar surroundings he instantly found himself hitting the floor face first. It took around five minutes but he eventually managed to sit up with his back against the sofa. He found himself staring at an empty room; he was just about to start screaming to find people when a hand fell on the told of his head making him jump.

"What the…" Dean slurred as he turned, "Cas? Cas are you okay." Dean scrambled to his knees and grabbed Cas' shoulders and with a little too much force shook Cas up and down.

"Dean, Dean, Dean. I'm find just, stop, shaking, me!" Cas struggled to slur out as he was jiggerling up and down, Dean stopped but keep his hands were they were.

"Where is Sammy and Bobby?"

"Bed, sleeping of the liquor."

"Okay, why are you on the sofa."

"Flying all three of you drunk is a lot of work Dean."

"Oh, are you okay?"

"Yes Dean." Dean let his hands drop and retake his original seated position back against the sofa. A silence fell across the thick air.

"I worry about you Cas." Dean mumbled after a long few minutes, Cas' eyes darted to the back of Dean's head.

"Why?" he asked blatantly and genuinely didn't understand, Dean smiled slightly knowing the face Cas was pulling without turning.

"Because" Dean started dipped his head to his chest. "You're not always around, I, I don't know where you are, what your doing." Cas' eyes turned soft, at hearing Dean's fumbling slurred word, sometimes he was too cute. The angel was staring at Dean's exposed neck as he listened to his words, fighting the urge to kiss it. "I know, I know it's not my business but it is, you know, you're my friend you're my, fuck you're practically like my guardian angel you know that?"

"I'm not a guardian angel Dean, they are a lower form of angel; I am a warrior-"

"-of god yeah, yeah I know, but your also a Winchester."

"What did you just say?" Cas asked not believing what he just heard.

"What?"

"I'm a Winchester?" Cas asked as he took a chance and rest a hand on the nap of the hunter neck softly, Dean's eyes flickered closed momentarily before he started to talk.

"Cas you my friend, have put your ass on the line and save my ass more times to than I care to count you have more than earned Winchester status. You're like family man."

"Thank you, I like that." A smile appeared on the angel's face as he almost whispered his reply, Dean felt Cas breath on his spine and goosebumps scattered themselves across the hunters skin.

"Good, so you should. So you gonna stay around more, keep in better touch yeah?" Dean told him, making sure not to turn around because if did, he couldn't be sure he wouldn't do some thing he would defiantly regret in the morning.

Cas laid back down and put his hands on his stomach and stared at the ceiling, whilst Dean brought his knees to his chest and stared at the floor. After a few beats Cas spoke into the dark room.

"As you wish Dean."

Dean went to sleep with a smile on his face as Cas stared at the ceiling listening to Dean's breathing smiling also. After an hour or so, Cas sat up and shuffled down the sofa, and brought his face to the curve of Dean's neck, inhaled his scent and skating his lips across Dean's skin, so gently he could barley feel the little hairs that had risen on their ends there.

He wanted so much to dream leap him but he didn't that night, he lay on the sofa and let his hand drop on the side of Dean's face, much to his surprise Dean shuffled and moved his head so it rested on Cas' hand, which made the Cas sighed a little at the contact, there they stayed until the morning sun started to stream in and pulled Dean out of his dreams, just because Cas didn't enter Dean's dreams doesn't mean he didn't watch the man dream, the hunter kept smiling again, making Cas' stomach jolt each and every time.

As he watched Dean crawl to his feet and get some pain killers he was regretting his decision not to spy on his dreams.

"Heya Cas." Dean greeted the angel as he took some paracetamol.

"Morning." The angel greeted the groggy looking hunter. Dean looked from Cas to the floor and sighed.

"I slept on the floor didn't I?"

"I was going to move you," Cas voice went quieter, "but you looked so peaceful."

"It's alright, it I was woken from the dream I just had I probably would have killed you anyway."

"What was your dream about?" Cas tried to sound as causal as possible and he impressed himself by how successful he was. Dean turned and filled his glass with some more water so he didn't have to look at the darn angel.

"Red head, three of them." Cas smiled as he watched Dean move about the kitchen, he was almost certain Dean was lying, it was getting easier to tell. he liked it and the angel already couldnt wait for Dean to go to sleep again.

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