Enjoy.

I woke up to Smoke on the Water.

Blinking a few times, I lifted my head by the second riff. Cas was still there, his fingers still roaming through my hair. His trench coat was draped over me. "Do you want to answer your phone?" He answered.

Nodding groggily, I didn't register the physical action of taking the phone before I was answering it. "Yeah?"

"Dean, where the hell are you?"

"Hey, Sam. Sorry."

He seemed like he was upset, but I understood how it was – the fact that someone actually picked up was nice. "Get back to the motel you ass, it's almost noon and I was worried."

He hung up.

I chuckled and rested back on Castiel's chest. "That was your brother," he stated. I nodded. "He was worried about you?"

"Yeah," I muttered. He was so warm, I just wanted to fall back asleep. Speaking of… "Cas, did you stay here all night?"

"Yes." He replied easily.

Honestly, it was hard for me to be sure how to take that. On one hand I know that he doesn't sleep, but on the other, I'm not some kind of high school teenager. Cas didn't stay in the car with me the entire night just because he wanted to be with me. No. he probably just didn't have anything else to do.

I felt his lips press to my forehead. "I enjoyed being here while you slept. You seemed to be at peace,"

No. Fuck. No. That's too damn cute – creepy, but cute. Damn it, Cas. I lifted my head to look him in the eyes, but before I could form a question in my head, let alone speak one, Cas pinched my chin and pressed our lips together.

I was breathless.

"You should probably go to your brother."

I sighed but sat up so he could retract his legs from beneath me. As I reached in the front for my shirt, I began to wonder how I was going to explain where I was to Sammy without getting one of his classic bitch faces. Or… more an 'I told you so' bitch face. Which was much worst. Brushing the trench coat off my shoulders, I pulled the shirt over my head.

"So are you gonna ride back with me?"

Cas was gone. "Or not," I muttered.

His trench coat was sitting there next to me. I couldn't help the grin on my face.

"I'm just saying, a phone call would be nice. Once simple phone call – a text! Whatever, I think-"

I opened the door, deciding that it was best to just let him rant to me rather than himself. "Hey," I muttered with a smile that silently pleaded to be forgiven.

"Dean."

I groaned. "I know," I replied. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "We just finished a hunt, so I get that I shouldn't be worried about you, Dean, but I can't help it. We've pissed off quite a few things in our time on this Earth so-"

"-Do you really have to do the whole…speech?"

Sam looked at me for a moment, then his face softened. "So… Where were you?"

Don't blush. What the fuck? Why are you blushing? Look away.

Good idea.

I turned around and began to touch the random pages that were tossed about the table. "Dean?" he asked.

I coughed and turned around. "Yes?"

"Who were you with? Blonde or brunette?"

I shrugged. "Brunette," I replied, "pretty blue eyes."

He smirked. "I didn't know you thought Cas was pretty-"

"-What?! Who said Cas?!"

Again, Sam smirked as he began to pack things away in his duffel bag. "You did. When you blushed,"

Fuck!

"I did not blush," I replied, but I said in it a way that made it obvious I was lying. I think my voice went to a pitch it hasn't been since freshman year... But we don't talk about Dean's voice during freshman year.

It got really silent. Then this happened; "So you really thing he's pretty?"

Then; "Who is pretty?" –Enter freaking Cas.

Sam: You, apparently.

Me: No, stop.

Cas: Oh…

Me: Glares until the end of the Earth.

I grabbed the door handle of the motel. "Okay, well I'm going to prep the car because we're leaving soon!" I said rather loudly and much annoyed.

A heard snickering behind me, and could practically hear Castiel's gears turning. As I shut the door, Cas was standing in front of me. "You think I'm pretty?" he asked.

I regret everything ever. "Yeah, Cas, I think you're pretty." Or hot, gorgeous, beautiful, perfect. But if pretty works.

The smile on his face was totally worth it. Feeling a tad cocky, I walked up to him and pressed our lips together. I could feel Cas sigh into my mouth, which made me so happy that I wasn't the only one who was overwhelmed by this feeling.

The door opened behind us, but I wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for Sammy yelling; "Gay!"

Feeling Cas begin to pull away, (to question or argue Sam I wasn't for sure), so I hooked my arm around his lower back and decided to bedazzle it; I dipped him. And just for the audience, flipped Sam off, all while still kissing my angel.

AN: There you go! I hope you all enjoyed, and thank you to (in no real order)... Maknatuna, hell-fire-halo21, Psychedelic Panda Goddess, JordanJas, you're-a-fangirl annnd EJ Masen SARW. Your reviews all made my day and I totally annoyed my friends by being really excited about them.

In other news, I'm thinking about a fluffy story about Cas and Dean going under cover as a married couple...? I haven't worked out the kinks yet, but I have started writing it. Let me know what you think and again, thank you all!

(And even those silent readers who didn't review, thank you, too!)

~The Plutomite