A/N: Yeah, it's been an awfully long time since this had an update, but I've been watching SPN (binge watching on Netflix, really), and I've been struck with an idea for a new chapter. Hope you guys enjoy it, maybe there'll be more to come. We'll see.

Disclaimer: I do not, and never will, own Supernatural.

I'll Take the Stress, Thank You

Cas stared at Dean, frowning, again. Had he lost any sense he may have been spared? How could he possibly think this was a good idea? Sure, he was stressed lately, but dealing with Metatron wasn't quite a walk in the park, and Abaddon wasn't a lightweight, either. Be that as it may, what on earth possessed Dean to do this?

"You need to relax."

"I am fine, Dean."

Dean snorted. "You're stressed."

" I will be fine."

"You're going."

That was the discussion that had preceded Dean driving Cas to the strange building he now stood before, and leaving. Well, it wasn't like he could leave now, so with a distinct feeling of apprehension, the Angel of Thursday walked through the sliding doors. At least Dean had not left him with the bill.

Castiel was unhappy. He usually was when Dean pulled one of his many hijinks. Not surprisingly, and probably not for the last time, this…adventure, if one could call it that, was no exception. Rubbing his shoulder, he sat on the bench outside of the infernal building, waiting for the man who insisted on tormenting him. His only comfort, was that Crowley was not there to witness any of what had happened.

After about ten minutes of waiting, the familiar Impala pulled up to the curb, with a smirking Dean Winchester in the driver's seat. Were it not for the fact that he didn't have his Grace at the moment, he would have struck the man down where he sat. As it was, that wasn't an option either, and he had to content himself with a moody silence for the entire ride back to the motel.

"What did you do this time, Dean?"

"He was stressed…so I sent him out for the day for some R&R."

Sam arched an eyebrow from behind his new laptop. "Looks like he's more pissed than relaxed."

"I have to say, Squirrel. That was quite an amusing show."

Cas groaned internally. Naturally Crowley had to have seen everything.

"Dean…what did you do to Cas?"

"He took me to a spa."

Sam fought desperately to keep the smile off his face. "A spa? You?"

"Yes. He scheduled me for something called a…massage? And a full body wrap."

Dean was cackling in the background while Crowley smirked, and Sam was doing everything not to laugh. Try as he might, Sam just couldn't picture the austere angel getting a massage let alone a full body wrap.

"Dean," Cas growled. "Do not ever do that again. It was…embarrassing."

"Having a hot girl give you a massage?"

Crowley lost it. "It wasn't a girl."

Sam excused himself to go pick up rock salt, even though they had more than enough, and Dean fell over laughing hysterically.

"Do that again, and I will send you back to Hell the hard way when I get my Grace back. I am NOT amused."