While Dean was glued on the television, watching doctor sexy, Sam made a grocery run down town. He was just drove away a couple of minutes, from their motel room, when Dean heard a loud wail come from the occupied bed. Followed by a rustling sound. A little annoyed about missing the kissing scene that would come right now, Dean set off the television and walked to the now up sitting angel. His hair was disheveled and his cheeks looked a little rosy from the sleep. For a moment the angel stared up on Dean's steal un-faced face. Until Dean started to chuckle.

"Hiah, Cas. You are looking a little confused, buddy. Do you know what happened?" Both bare feet rubbed the motel carpeting before the angel could give Dean an answer.

"I flew out of the hospital," he administered bluntly. All Dean could do was nod.

"I think my health is completely restored, now, Dean." And the angel got up from the bed. He was still wearing the hospital gown and when Cas walked across the room, looking for his coat he had found himself staring into two big green eyes.

"Dean,"Cas said bluntly.

"Cas." Dean's eyebrow got up. "Where are you looking for?"

Cas just looked down at his naked legs and feet and his blue orbs easily found the green ones back.

"My, vessel's clothing."

"Yeah about that. We kinda throw the coat away, thinking now that you were screwed for being a human, we wanted to give you some normal clothes. A little more like us and less bible seller, if you know what I mean." Dean gave his friend an apologizing smirk and walk over to the kitchen counter to collect his new stuff.

Cass' face had sunken to the ground, like if he was suddenly very sad about something.

"I was really fond of the coat, Dean. Why did you throw it away?" His tows wiggled on the carpet. At least that made him happy.

"Yo, dude. Heads up. I checked the size-label from your suit pants." He threw him a black jeans and a black led-zepplin shirt. The same one he first wore. "There must be a bunch of boxer in this bag somewhere. Hold on," Dean said, as he dug a little deeper into the plastic bags. Castiel catches those too and started undressing himself in the middle of the room. "Whoa, easy there, bro. Go to the bathroom and dress yourself over there." Cas got it.

"Ah yes, of course. This is very uncomfortable for you. My apologies." And the angel obeyed.

When he closed the door behind, Dean shook his head. The man was back to his old odd normal self again. And he didn't lie about missing these particular moments with him. Sure he could be a weird dude sometimes. But it was how Cas was. And Dean was glad that his angel friend was back again….

…

When Sam came back he found his two brothers watching a show quiz on television. Dean didn't know any answer while Cas mumble every correct word without a blink of an eye.

This whole day, Cas would stick with the boys for… fun. And when the sun did go down he thanked them for taking care of him when he was ill. He promised them that if someone was starting to feel ill, he would be there for them. They will just have to pray upon him. He would listen. That was a promise.

And the next time Dean and Sam would found themselves stare upon those big and deep blue eyes they will see a difference. Because, Cass was now without his coat. Undone from the last memories of Jimmy Novak. And Oh my God! They forgot to give him his shoes!

Ah well… he was kind of a hippy, already. He wouldn't mind…

End.

AN: end! Did you like it? And do you like another story? What do you like to read from me? Tell me! And I will try : )

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Josie