"Hey Cas!"

"Yes Dean" Cas tilts his head.

"Did it hurt?"

"I'm going to have to ask you to elaborate on this."

"When you fell from heaven." Dean clarified.

"Yes quite a bit." Queue face palm from Dean.

"Was your Dad a thief?"

"I beg your pardon?" Cas put down the book he was reading.

"Because he stole the starts and put them in your eyes." Dean said smirking.

"Dean . . . my father is God. He created the stars, why would he need to steal them? Also he is God why would he steal?" Cas asked confused.

"Never mind." And dean most certainly was not pouting.

"You know you remind me of my toe."

"I don't think I understand."

"Because I'm going to bang you on the coffee table latter tonight in the dark."

"Dean! I thought we were friends! Why would you want to hit me? And with a coffee table?" Castiel was frantic.

"No –I just meant – I – uh- er- ugh never mind Cas. Just go back to doing whatever it is Castiels do." Dean sighed walking away.

"If I could rearrange the alphabet I would put U and I together." Dean said leaning on the wall of the room Cas was in.

"In the middle of a war why are you thinking about how you would arrange the alphabet?"

Dean didn't even say anything this time before he walked out.

"Hey I lost my number can I have yours?"

"Dean you have my number. You can use my phone to find yours if you want." Castiel said sincerely not understanding and trying to be helpful.

"Those are a nice set of legs. When do they open?" Dean asked sure this one would work.

"What?" He clearly didn't remember how unaware of terms Castiel really was.

"It means . . ." He trailed off, looked at Cas's titled head, and ran.

"Was your dad a terrorist, because you are the bomb?"

"We have been over this. My dad is God." Castiel didn't even look up from the TV screen when he said that.

"Right." Dean said flatly.

"Castiel?"

"Yes?"

"Those pants look a little tight. Want some help taking them off?" Dean grinned.

"They aren't tight."

"Is that a new zipper? Would you like me to help you test it?"

"No." Cas was absorbed in a book, and didn't even try to be polite.

"You know I've heard I'm good in bed. You wanna help me find out if that's true?"

"Dean I'm sure you can find someone a little less busy trying to SAVE THE WORLD to help you with that."

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Castiel was getting a little tired of this.

"Or should I walk by again?"

"Yes, and then you can keep walking. I'm trying to sleep Dean. As you so bluntly told me when the voice was telling me I was running out of minutes sleep is important." Cas snapped. Who could blame him, it was three in the morning!

"So your place or mine?"

"I'm not even going to point out how little since that makes to me."

"I think I'm going to get a shower."

"Mind if I join you?" Dean asked wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"On secant thought maybe I should take you to a doctor about that weird thing going on with your eyebrows. . ."

"Are you from Tennessee?"

"No."

Dean continued as if he hadn't heard.

"Cause you're the only ten I see."

"Ten of what?"

"I'm feeling a little off."

"Should I get Sam?"

"Would you like to turn me on?"

"Dean what are you doing with all these weird questions!" Cas yelled throwing up his arms looking like a kicked puppy.

Dean sighed. "I've been trying to use pick-up lines on you, but you don't get any of them."

"Pick-up lines?" Head tilted adds to the puppy dog look. Adorable level equals Deans about to either kill himself or jump Cas then and there.

"Yes. Lines to pick people up. You know get them to like you."

"Dean I already like you."

"No I mean as more than friends."

"Yes."

"Yes what."

"Yes I know that. I already like you as more than a friend."

Dean slammed Cas into the wall, and covered Castiels mouth with his own.

"Get a room!" The pulled away to see Gabriel standing there.

"Oh bite me." Dean growled.

"I'll leave that one to Cas. So how did this happen."

"Pick-up lines." Cas informed him.

"Those things really work?" Gabe asked looking at both of them.

"They seem to have worked." Castiel said.

Suddenly Gabriel was no longer in the room. In the room next door though they heard him.

"Sam!"

"What?"

"Are you a trumpet player?"

"Again what?"

"Because your making me horny."

"Oh dear."

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