It had been silent for a while now. No seals, no demons, no threats. Even the Winchesters got some rest. But the Apocalypse was still approaching. And Castiel felt like he was drowning in everything. So that is how he found himself sitting in the chair opposite Dean's bed. Dean's snoring and hugging the pillow and Castiel wonders if he's having nightmares again.

"Dean, wake up."

Castiel speaks into the darkness. Not sure why he was there. He just wanted to talk. To talk about something that had nothing to do with the world around.

Castiel didn't find strange the fact that Sam wasn't here. He'd been going away for awhile now. No threats from angels holding him back, which made Castiel worry. But he refused to think about it now. Not now when his eyes gazed upon the hunter that slept in the warm bed. The hunter who more than once crossed his mind. Made him think. Made him feel.

Made him doubt what he is doing all the time. But as Castiel watched him sleep, he noticed that he still didn't know what exactly he was doing here without orders to follow.

Dean was sleeping, having sweet dreams about screaming wishing he could just wake up when he heard Castiel call to him. His eyes shot open. it was dark and for a second Dean wasn't sure were he was. Then he heard the soft breathing of someone else in the room. And Sammy wasn't due back till tomorrow.

He sat up and saw Castiel sitting in the chair beside the bed. Dean rubbed the sleep from his eyes glad that Cas had woken him.

"You know your one mean alarm clock." He said with a grin.

Castiel raised an eyebrow at Dean and sighs.

"If my presence troubles you, I will leave"

Castiel somehow doubted that it did. Not just that Dean had nightmares and no desire to sleep, but that Dean grew fond of his presence. As Castiel did of his. In the times when the angel of the Lord had nothing important to do, he came to Dean. It could be referred to as boredom.

"Still having nightmares?"

"Nah stay. I'm awake now anyway."

Dean didn't want to go back to sleep there was only so much time he could spend with his eye's shut and screaming and he was pretty sure he had already exceeded that day's quota. He pulled his knees up and rested his arms across them, running a hand through his mess of spiky hair.

Dean laughed at the question. Weren't angels suppose to be the observant ones? Maybe Cas was just making conversation which meant he was there for no other reason than to be there. Dean had noticed that Cas showed up a lot with nothing to report just seemingly in need of company. Hell if the guy was gunna give Dean something other to do than dream then he was welcome to show up when ever he wanted.

"At least I'm not dreaming about unicorns!"

Castiel watched him laugh and cocked his head to one side.

"Did I say something funny?"

Castiel asked in genuine curiosity. Of course, Castiel had a incredible fascination wit humans, but it seemed that his curiosity flared more around Dean. This hunter was as unpredictable as he was random.

"Though, you perception of amusing is quite... unconventional."

Castiel was talking about the sense of sarcasm. He didn't really get it, but still. Dean liked to use it. A lot.

"How have you been?"

His blue eyes looked to Dean somewhat sheepishly. He wasn't all that good with small talk and with Dean it was always seemed to be about bad news and yelling.

"Don't worry Cas, I'll let you know that ever happens okay. And dude Unicorn's are awesome."

Dean wasn't really in the mood to play mind games, even if playing with the angel was an endless source of amusement. And the sound of Sarcasm hung heavily in the air. Dean wondered why the angel came to him when it was bored. Surely it had clouds to fluff or other people to save.

Dean bit his bottom lip wondered if he just came out and asked, whether the angel would give him one of his cryptic little answers that Dean could never figure out or if maybe just this once Castiel might answer straight for a change.

"Why are you here Cas? surely you have better things to do than hang out with me?"

Castiel was watching Dean with genuine awe.

"There is no such thing as unicorns. But I take it that doesn't even matter."

Castiel shrugged the matter off, knowing that it was something Dean understood. Then Dean asked why he was here. Truth to be told, Castiel didn't know. This was something he still didn't understand.

"I do not have any orders and..." His eyes flew to the ground, suddenly the floor looking a lot more interesting.

"I was curious about how you are..."

Castiel hadn't been able to spend much time around Dean that didn't include demons, seals and Lilith but now it was more lighter and nobody was attacking.

"We always spoke about bad things; I thought we could talk about... What you humans talk among yourselves."

He spent a lot of time watching Dean and Sam interact and he found it quite curious. The way they spoke and how relaxed sometimes they seemed. You couldn't find that with the angels.

"There you go the whole unicorns not being real your starting to catch on."

Dean laughed he knew Castiel wasn't trying to be at all but the dude could be funny sometimes. And now he wanted to hang out with him? Dean wondered if maybe the angel had been drinking especially the way he avoided eye contact when he had asked Dean if they could just talk. Dean reached down beside the bed and retrieved his hip flask. He gave it a shake and it was still reasonably full. He opened it and swallowed a mouthful.

Dean leaned forward and offered some to Cas even though he knew the angel would have to move from his chair to reach it and doubting that Castiel would be game enough to try something so human as to drink alcohol.

"So you want to just hang out and chat? What would you like to chat about?"

Castiel nodded and let out a smile on his face. He got one right. He watched Dean move to retrieve something and Castiel's eyes followed his movements. Dean moved his hand under the bed and pulled out some little bottle. Castiel watched and narrowed his eyes when Dean took a sip from it.

"Why do you drink this?" Castiel asked as Dean offered it to him too.

He kept his eyes on it and Dean who held it out to him. He never had alcohol before. This vessel didn't require beverage and food.

"I do not know. I am not very good at human interactions. Maybe you can choose."

Castiel wasn't a human. He eyed the bottle again and rose to take it in his hand.

He gaze at it and moved to sit next to Dean as he now changed positions. The bed still radiated warmth and it felt comfortable. He sniffed the bottle and frowned at the smell. It was spicy and liquorish.

Dean was more than a little surprised when Castiel came and sat next to him on the bed. Sure he still looked like he had a rod up his butt but maybe Dean could teach him the finer points of being human. Especially since Castiel didn't seem to care what it was they talked about.

He watched as Castiel took the offered flask getting a touch of static from him when their fingers touched in the exchange. Probably just due to the polyester carpet and the leather business shoes.

"Dude first off you don't smell it you drink it. Second if you want to learn more about being human you gotta relax a little. kick your shoes off and lay back more."

Castiel gazed at Dean and frowned.

"But if it smells bad, why do you drink it?"

Castiel asked and shook his head at it. It seemed illogical. Then he gazed at his shoes.

"I am suppose to take them off?"

He didn't see a point in it, but if Dean said that it was a human thing to do, he would do it. But he was still kinda lost.

"Do I have to lay, if I am not tired?"

Castiel gazed at the bed he sat on and Dean had just slept in. Learning about human things is confusing. Hard and confusing, but he felt comfortable enough around Dean to ask those questions.

"You'll find out when you drink it dude"

Dean told him with a smirk on his face. When he asked about the shoes Dean felt like he was talking to a three year old Sammy.

"Coz man if you take them off you can put your feet in the bed without getting any dirt on the sheets."

When Cas asked about the laying down Dean almost bust his gut with laughter. That was seriously the funniest thing he had heard Castiel say ever. And he knew the angel had no idea why he was laughing. Dean wondered if he could teach Cas to smile. He wondered if Castiel's face would light up when it had a smile on it.

"Dude, lay back, its an expression like 'chill out' or 'relax max' it means stop being so uptight and relax a little. Coz dude you need to relax."

Dean wondered if there was any way he could get a joint because the idea of getting the Angel stoned was an Idea he was entertaining in his head the more he spoke to the guy.

"Look just take off your shoes so you can put your feet on the bed, relax and have a drink. Then we will see where we go from there."

Castiel looked at Dean and widened his eyes in understanding. Why not? He took a sip from the bottle and it instantly burned his tongue. He shook his head as the beverage flew down his throat.

"I do not like it! Here..."

Castiel pushed the bottle to Dean and shook his head, sticking his tongue out a bit. It was giving him a warm feeling behind his ears and he frowned.

"Why are my ears burning? I feel warm..."

Dean found something amusing and Castiel felt a bit down for not knowing what was funny. He wondered if Dean was laughing at him. He shrugged it off. Dean was peculiar as it was. Castiel looked at the sheets and nodded, getting the whole dirty thing. It seems polite, so he did it. He took of his shoes and put his legs on the bed. He figured he might as well take the trench coat off so he did. He still felt a bit warm from the beverage.

"Now good?" He gazed at Dean, wanting his verdict on what he did and if it were relaxed enough.

If Dean had laughed before he was practically guffawing now and his sides hurt from it. The look on Castiel's face was priceless and his ears oh my god that was funnier than the laying back thing. And sticking out his tongue oh man. Dean shook his head trying to stop from laughing he got the feeling that Cas wasn't seeing the humour.

"Oh Cas man that was priceless seriously. Told you, you could be funny if you tried"

Dean wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. he really liked the angel most of the time it just always bugged him how Castiel never got anything. But Dean had decided he was gunna have to change that. Dean watched him silently as he took of his shoes and his trench coat.

"You should take of your jacket too man I got the thermostat up so you wont get cold"

as it was Dean wasn't wearing anything except for his boxer briefs under the sheets

"and don't worry alcohol always tastes bad but you don't drink it for the taste"

Castiel stared. Without blinking which started to hurt his eyes a bit.

"I am funny? That is good, I suppose. You seem to be amused a lot."

And that was true. Dean seemed quite gloomy nowadays and it made Castiel feel content that Dean was laughing. He continued staring as Dean spoke between laughing. He told him to take his jacket off too. It seemed that Dean was right. The room was warm and Dean did look warm with only one article on. He took it off and placed it next to the trench coat very neatly

"Should I take more articles off?"

He gazed at Dean and his state of undress. He tried to mimic Dean in these things as much as he could.

"Why do you drink such vial things?"

"People drink that vile tasting stuff coz once it gets into your blood stream it makes you numb and warm and happy all at once and it helps you forget stuff you don't want to remember"

Dean frowned at Cas it had been a while since he had laughed so much. He just wished that Cas got the joke and would laugh too. He shook his head we'll get there he figured there was still heaps of fun things he could show the angel.

He twisted on the bed so he was up on his knees facing Castiel no longer under the sheets and he reached out and grabbed Castiel's tie. He slipped his finger into the knot of the tie then wiggling it loose he pulled the loop over Castiel's head and threw the tie over his shoulder.

"First off there not articles there clothes. and second you don't have to be neat. It's not like you appear to anyone in this flesh suit except me and Sammy. "

As he talked Dean slid his fingers behind the top button on Castiel's shirt and twisted it open feeling his fingers brush against the skin behind and feeling the same shock of static he had felt earlier.

"And third how about we work on getting you to smile and laugh coz I bet you can get one hell of a grin going if you try."