With everyone fed, Charlie and Bobby were left to wander the house as they pleased while the others unpacked the pile in front of the house. Cas was torn at first so he ran between the groups, he started with Dean and followed him back and forth into the house. It was funny at first; he grabbed pieces of things from the pile and brought it in. He got in the way a few times but Dean didn't mind; Jet was a little irritated but kept it to quiet grumblings.

Sam sat in the entrance organizing their things into three separate piles and placing those into boxes as they became available. He smiled as Cas scurried in with a handful of things and dropped it randomly into any place he thought was good. Sam had to re-separate things a few times but he wasn't too worried about it, he was too tired to really care that much.

Cas realized that he had seen the gist of what they were doing so he ran off to find Charlie or Bobby, Dean wasn't quite sure. "Cas is pretty happy Charlie's here," he said as he put another box down, trying to hide the little bits of jealousy he felt from Cas' change in attention.

"Yeah," Sam sighed and stretched his legs, "Charlie's the first person he's recognized, I'm not surprised. I kinda wish we could've introduced Cas to her again after some time. That drug that's in him is slowly wearing off but it's stubborn, I feel like if she waited she could've talked to him a little."

"Well none of us really controlled that situation." Jet groaned as he tried to gently put down a particularly heavy box, he decidedly slumped against it after and let himself rest for a little bit. He dropped his face down onto the box and stayed that way.

"No, I guess not," Sam smirked and reached over to ruffle up Jet's already messy hair. "Maybe it's better this way, when he does get better she'll see what he had to go through to get there. So even if he's a little off it'll be alright."

"I'm not sure if that was optimism or not," Dean chuckled and walked back outside. They were almost done, there were a few things leftover and by the look of it Jet had brought the heaviest thing already. Dean gathered up the rest and took it in himself, trying not to comment or smile at how Jet hadn't moved and Sam didn't seem to mind at all. He wanted to ask about the two of them, when Jet started showing interest or when Sam turned him down. Maybe a 'why' would be good too, but he had the feeling that asking them would ruin the little visual he had so Dean kept his questions to himself.

"It's all inside," he sat down and opened up another box, "Let's sort this shit out."

"I've gotten most of it sorted," Sam pointed the different piles, "just put stuff in the open boxes and if you don't know just ask."

"How do you know what belongs to who?" Dean raised an eyebrow and Sam just shrugged.

"I pay attention."

Jet mumbled something incomprehensible and lifted himself off the box, "Okay, I'll help."

"We didn't say anything," Dean grinned and only got a raised eyebrow from his friend as a response. The three of them sorted through the final mound of things and silently judged each other for owning certain things. Dean didn't say a word when he handed Sam an assortment of different lotions and skin care products but he almost did. Instead he exchanged a quick and amused look with Jet who nodded his quietly agreement. Sam saw it but only smiled, it was enough to make the other two question all the things they owned and what Sam might've see already without them there.

Dean saw the very subtle look of concern on Jet's face as he glanced toward his boxes that Sam had sorted through for them. Dean knew of a few things he might have to explain and prayed that Sam had already seen them, explaining some of his magazines and sex toys might be a little more embarrassing in front of Jet. Sam was his brother, Jet was his 'bro.' There was a pretty big difference. The worst part, he thought, would be if either happened to figure out that Dean liked to wear panties from time to time. He had a small collection, his pair of lacy pink bikini-cut were his favourite and he'd hate if anyone did anything to those.

After a little while of going through the remaining items Dean realized that all his clothes had been sorted already. He looked at Sam with as much of a straight face as he could muster, "So our clothes are all together already?"

"Yep," Sam said simply and made Dean's breathing stall.

"Where?"

"The moving guys put it all in the same garbage bags so I put yours in that one over there," Sam pointed at it with a slowly growing smirk. Dean felt his cheeks getting warmer and went back to finishing up the organizing, not looking up from his task.

"Good, just wondering."

"I figured you'd ask,"

Dean wanted to ask how Sam knew they were his, why he didn't assume Jet had some kind of fetish for panties or something. He wanted to know why it was so evident that it'd be him of all people. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, instead he stared at the piles once they were done while wishing something would blow him up.

And then Castiel came barrelling back, flying down from the top floor and landing right next to Dean. He chirped and nuzzled Dean's face before scuttling about and checking out the piles that they had made. "I wonder why he came back?" Dean muttered absently and earned himself a kick from Jet.

"He likes you, dumbass."

Dean smiled and watched Cas with those words in his head, Jet was right. Castiel liked him, why else would he do the things he'd been doing?

Cas sniffed out Dean's pile and shuffled around it, circling it for a few seconds before he dug in and grabbed a few things. Dean saw a butt plug in one hand and an old baseball cap he used to wear in the other, his face was as neutral as it could be as he watched helplessly as Cas sniffed them. He could feel Sam and Jet's eyes on him and the heat from his cheeks crawl up into his ears and down his neck.

Castiel chittered away as he inspected the hat then, to everyone's surprise, put it on his head – a little crooked but still on his head. He looked at Dean with a bright smile, "Dee!"

"Yeah… that's uh… that's my hat." Dean smiled sheepishly and wished he could crawl into a hole. How did Sam know that was his!? Sam 'pays attention,' sure, but knowing Dean owned pink panties and a butt plug!? That just wasn't fair.

Cas cooed softly and flew away again, keeping the items he'd just stolen.

"Alright then," Jet's voice was almost steady but there was a hint of laughter in it.

"Don't say anything," Dean growled and Jet shook his head quickly.

"Wouldn't… dream of it." The pause was the moment he choked on a snicker that still slipped through.

"Jet, don't make fun of Dean's stuff," Sam replied with that slightly condescending tone, like he was doing Dean the biggest favour ever. "He's got quite the collection; I imagine he put a lot of money into it."

Jet almost lost it but still held it together; his mouth was pulled tight in a tense smile as he looked up at Dean. Dean didn't look back though, he gathered as much of his stuff as he could and started walking, "Whatever, we're done here right?"

"Yeah," Sam chuckled as he watched Dean march away with as much dignity as he could cling to.

"I'm allowed to like stuff!" Dean yelled over his shoulder but didn't dare look back.

With a little time to move everything, Dean stood in his room with a bunch of boxes with his things tossed randomly inside. He sighed heavily and started to open them up and sort his own shit and figure out where that was supposed to go in his new room. It was still really weird to think that it was his room, maybe adding his belongings would push it over that edge for him.

He started by throwing all his clothes onto his bed, unaware that periodically Castiel entered and stole an item or two and ran away again. It was only about an hour later; when he went to put his stuff into drawers and the closet did he realize stuff was missing. Dean stared at the significantly smaller pile with some dismay, but it didn't last. Cas snuck back in, his hat still on but now he had socks – mismatched, a button-up shirt that was put on backwards and open in the back for his wings as well as a jacket. He had hung other shirts over his wings, t-shirts, sweaters, and Dean was pretty sure he saw jeans. One of Cas' legs had a pair of boxer-briefs pulled over his pants, it would've been more confusing if Dean didn't find it so funny.

He walked over and caught Cas' hand before his wingman had a chance to run off with a pretty pair of navy blue panties. "Whoa there, if you want to try my stuff on you can just say so- or… well you know what I mean."

Cas stared at him with 'I've been caught' written all over his face and relinquished the underwear. He sat down on the floor and looked sadly at the clothes he was trying to take for himself. Dean had a feeling it had something to do with recognizing Charlie, like Cas missed his old style or something like that. Cas probably didn't remember what his old style was.

Dean helped him undress and remembered all over again that Castiel needed a bath. There was a distinct human odour about him that even Cas shook his head at. Castiel then tried to take one of Dean's shirts again and put it over his face. "You were hiding from your smell?" Dean tried not to laugh, Cas had a more sensitive nose, of course he'd want to be clean more than anyone else. "Alright, come with me buddy."

Leading Cas to the bathroom was easy, getting him in the tub was easy, and taking off his clothes was easy. However Castiel didn't want to have anything to do with the running water. He scrambled out of the tub and went right for the door. Dean caught his ankle and halted his progress, Cas whined and tried crawling further but couldn't drag Dean along.

"It's okay," Dean smiled, not pulling Cas back but letting him relax and come back on his own, assuming he ever wanted to. "It's just water, it's fine."

Castiel looked at him with a pouty lip and squinty eyes but stopped struggling. Dean eventually let him sit in the corner of the bathroom as the water filled up; he figured Cas wouldn't have trouble with the bath once the loudness of the water was gone.

And, just as Dean expected, Castiel approached as soon as he turned off the taps. Cas peered into the tub and stared at the surface for a few seconds before looking up at Dean.

"Hop in," he said casually, knowing full well that despite Cas not always understanding the words, a tone of voice could easily show what he meant.

Cas climbed in slowly, his wings were arched high as he sank down to a sitting position but that didn't last long. He settled in the warmth and let his wings rest with a gentle purr in his chest. He cooed at Dean and splashed a little.

Dean felt like the last few days were filled with his cuteness quota for the year but it didn't stop Castiel from being adorable. He grabbed some of his soap that he'd brought and started to lather up Cas' body, "Well let's get you all cleaned up, whatd'ya say?"

Cas sniffed at his arm after Dean had covered it and gurgled with joy, rubbing it against his cheek. "Dee," he whispered happily and made Dean smile with so much admiration.

"You're adorable, Cas." He said as he continued to wash his angel off.