A/N: Here's the next part, guys.

Dean woke up on the sofa, a trenchcoat covering him like a blanket. He got up and went to check on Sam. The bed was empty. Dean grabbed the rifle from next to the sofa and whirled around the room, looking for Sam. The room was vacant; he was alone.

The door clicked open and Dean pointed the gun towards it, finger hovering over the trigger. Sam walked in with Castiel, both holding brown bags. Dean didn't lower the rifle.

"Sammy? Where the hell did you go?"

"It's fine, I was with Castiel."

"No it isn't. How do I know you're not both demons?"

Cas stepped forward. "Because demons can't take over a vessel occupied by an angel, Dean. And I made sure Sam was safe. We just wanted to make you some breakfast."

"Cas, you ruined the surprise!" Sam whined.

"Oh. Sorry." The angel frowned.

Dean lowered the gun and hugged Sam. Then he backed away and looked at Castiel. "Dude, what are you wearing?"

Cas looked down at his purple sneakers, knee-length shorts and a retro gamer t-shirt. "What's wrong?"

Dean laughed. "Nothing, you look fine."

Cas smiled slightly. "Thank you. Now, breakfast."

~o:o~

After they'd eaten, they all watched some TV. Sam laughed at the cartoons, and Dean explained what was funny about each of them to Castiel, who sat watching each of them with a confused look on his face.

Dean was in the middle of explaining to Cas what was amusing about a coyote not being able to catch a blue bird when Sam pushed him for being too loud. Dean hadn't been paying attention to his seating position, and ended up tumbling onto Castiel's lap. His face went a dark red as he sat back up whilst mumbling "Sorry."

"It's- it's fine, Dean."

Sam watched the proceedings, sniggering behind his hand. Then he jumped from his seat and ran around the dingy motel room, chanting "Dean's in love with Cas, Dean's in love with Cas!" at the top of his voice as he went.

Dean's cheeks were bright red. "Shut up, Sammy." He growled.

Sam just sniggered in response. Then he stopped. "But how does that work? You're both boys."

"Yeah we are. Sam, there's nothing wrong with two boys being in love, nothing at all. Okay?"

Sam nodded his head in understanding before running over to his bed and grabbing a book.

Dean turned to the angel and sighed. "I'm sorry Cas, Sam gets the wrong idea sometimes, and-

"It's fine, Dean." Castiel assured him.

Dean swivelled his eyes around, avoiding meeting blue eyes with his own. Then he realised something. "Hey, where are your wings?"

"Invisible. I can't really control it though… They only show around certain people." Cas explained.

"Oh right. Well, thanks for letting me sleep in them." Dean whispered. He moved closer to Cas, who was still sat on the sofa, and gently kissed the angel on the cheek, before he turned and walked away to the kitchen unit.

Cas sat there, fingertips grazing his cheek. "You're welcome."

A/N: So what did you think?

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