"So, uh, this is the bathroom. And, here's the kitchen... and here's the living room— even though it's quite small and only really has a couch and a t.v. But, that's apartments for ya." Dean chuckled.

Cas insisted on Dean giving him a tour of his apartment when they arrived. Cas could've figured it out by himself, but he wanted to learn more about Dean. He didn't want Dean to pretend he was a stranger.

Cas just nodded and smiled as Dean showed him around his tight, small but homey apartment flat. It was quite colorful, actually. Dean had posters and paintings of cars with girls, with custom wallpaper than just seemed to fit Dean's hidden personality. He realized Dean didn't have any Christmas decorations displayed, but decided to ask about it later.

"But, yeah. That's about it." Dean said, clasping his hands together.

Cas smiled with a nod, his eyes flickering around the room. "It's very nice in here. And warm."

"Yeah." Dean breathed, his lips quirking into a smile.

"Thanks... thanks for taking me— here. I mean, somewhere besides in the snow." Cas thanked, shyly.

"Well, I couldn't have left you out there all by yourself. Everyone needs a friend, especially around this time of year."

Friend. Cas smiled to himself. His first human friend.

Dean cleared his throat. "Well, I suppose I could get you some blankets and a pillow. I hope you don't mind sleeping on the couch?"

Cas shook his head. "I would even be happy with sleeping on the ground. Thank you, you humans are so... generous."

"Riiiight." Dean said with a goofy smile. "I'll be right back."

While Dean searched his bedroom closest for a spare blanket, Cas walked over to the couch and sat down. The couch was a little stiff, but it would do just perfectly. Next to the couch was a square end table with a half empty beer bottle and a framed photo. Cas picked up the frame. It was a photo of a younger looking Dean, about 20, and another boy with shaggy brown hair. The younger boy had a black gown and a black square hat on. They both looked happy, standing next to each other with wide, toothy smiles. Cas recognized them both.

"Oh, whoops. Sorry, I don't usually have guests." Dean said, coming back with a thick blanket. He swiped the beer bottle from the table and brought it to the kitchen.

"Is this your brother in the black gown in this photo?" Cas asked, when Dean walked back into the living room.

Dean cracked a smile. "Yep. That dork is my little brother, Sam. That's when he was graduating from high school. I guess it is kinda silly to wear a gown when you graduate, huh?"

"So, this graduation is a celebration?" Cas added, narrowing his eyes at the photo.

Dean does that goofy smile again. "Well... yeah, I guess. Didn't you have a graduation?"

"Oh, no." Cas said, carefully placing the frame back on the table. "I didn't attend school."

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "But, you seem very educated...? I'm or I don't mean to be rude."

Cas shrugs. "You're not being rude. But, thank you, I have learned many languages throughout my years."

"Uh, huh... well. It's getting pretty late. If you need anything during the night, I'll just be down the hall. See you in the morning, Cas." Dean said, smiling.

When Dean left and flicked the lights off, Cas felt himself drifting off as well. It was so toasty, though, especially with the heavy blanket, Cas had to shed off some clothes. He wondered whether humans slept clothed or not. He didn't really care, until the next morning.

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Cas was always an early riser. So, when the sun seeped in through the small apartment window, Cas was already buzzing awake.

He stretched, scratching his bare arm. He wasn't sure if he should wake up Dean, wander into the kitchen and make breakfast, or leave...?

He didn't have time to make up his mind before Dean's bedroom door cracked open. Dean stepped out in loose sweatpants and an old band t-shirt. He yawned before realizing Cas was siting upright on the couch, completely naked.

"Oh— uh, Cas!" Dean sputtered, spinning around and hitting his elbow on the door frame.

"Dammit!" He swore, clutching his elbow. "I'll get you something to wear."

Dean pulled out all the drawers in his dresser, burying his face with embarrassment. He shook his head back and forth in hope to clear his head.

Dean returned a few moments later clutching a dark blue t-shirt and a black pair of basketball shorts.

"Thank you, Dean." Cas smiled, accepting the clean clothes.

"Uh," Dean cleared his throat, looking everywhere except at Cas. "No problem. You should probably change. I'll make— breakfast."

Cas shrugged, standing up from the couch. Dean avoided eye contact the best he could, but he couldn't seem to help skimming his eyes down Cas' bare chest. He flushed immediately, and tripped over himself trying to get to the kitchen.

When Dean heard the bathroom door close, he let out a shaky breath.

"What am I doing? What am I doing?" Dean whispered to himself. His hands moved over the counter, like the answer was hiding on top of them.

"What is there for breakfast?" Cas asked, walking into the kitchen. Dean spun around, careful not to hit his elbow on anything this time.

He can do both. Dean thought, leaning his hip against the counter.

"Dean?" Cas repeated, since he didn't get an answer.

"Huh? Oh— um, we have a— toast." Dean answered, pathetically. He had more than toast, but what was he suppose to say to this angel of a man in front of him?

"That sounds wonderful to me." Cas smiled, causing Dean to relax.

"We also have eggs," Dean mumbled, turning to grab a loaf of bread.

"I'll eat whatever you make." Cas said, sitting at the kitchen table. He comfortably rested his hands on the wooden, round table and watched Dean prepare breakfast.

Dean let out a deep breath before popping some bread in the toaster. When it was done, he lightly brushed on some butter and strawberry jam and set the plate in front of Cas.

"Bon appétit," Dean said, sitting across from Cas with a mug of coffee.

Cas smiled. "I didn't know you spoke French?"

"Well, I don't, that's the only phrase I know." Dean laughed, blowing on his coffee.

Cas nodded in understanding. "I'm starting to forget some of my languages too."

"What languages did you study?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, just about everything. But, I mainly studied Enochian." Cas added, smiling. He finished eating his toast in only a couple bites. This was the first warm meal he's had being human.

Dean smiled goofy again. "Never heard of it. Say something to me in... e-know- however you say it."

Cas stared across the table at Dean for a moment. If God had a plan for every creature he created, he's glad his father made this moment for him.

"PARACAHE A ROR, PAR BOLAPE TURBS." Cas spoke. He ducked his head, even though Dean had no idea what he said.

Dean's eyes widened, letting out an airy laugh. "Huh... Not much of a romantic language, is it?"

Cas chuckled, shrugging. "It's an ancient angelic language that's now extinct by humans. I doubt it was meant to be romantic."

Dean nodded, impressed. "That's pretty neat, I guess. Whatcha say?"

Cas shrugged, his face feeling warm. He hoped he wasn't starting a fever. "It means—"

"—I'm on the highway to Hell! I'm on the highway to Hell!"

"Oh, oops, sorry Cas." Dean mumbled, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "It's my brother, Sam. It'll just be a second."

Dean stood up from the table and walked to his bedroom. "Hey, little brother. What's up?"

Cas sat motionless at the table for a while. He didn't want to bother Dean any longer, but he couldn't find the will to leave.

If only God, his father, could tell him what to do.

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Don't worry, you'll figure out what Cas told Dean in a later chapter. ;)

AND HOLY CHUCK, HI.

I'm aware when I said I would be updating a lot in the first chapter but look where we are now? Literally months later and I've finally updated.
Instead of giving an actual quite pathetic reason why, I'll just say I'm making this story a Christmas gift to my readers. :)
AKA: It'll be completed by Christmas.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!