Dean woke up just a little after Cas left the room. fluttering his eyes open with a smile on his face, until he felt the bed next to him and Cas wasn't there. He jumped up quickly and scanned the room. checking in the bathroom and he even looked out the window to see if his baby was still here. He walked to his duffel bag and grabbed out a shirt to put on, so he could check for Cas in the hotel cafe. When he pulled the shirt down he felt something on his shoulder, it didn't hurt but it felt a little weird like tingling. He tried to look, but he couldn't get a good view, and trying see exactly what it was gave him a head ache, so he went to check in the mirror.

    Cas opened the door holding his key card in his mouth, a plate in one hand, and coffee in the other. He set everything down and looked around for Dean, "Dean I brought you br-," He stopped when he saw Dean, pale faced staring at him.

     "Cas what the fuck is this." He pulled up his black t-shirt to reveal a red hand print on his deltoid.

      Cas walked forward and put his hand on the mark, it was a perfect match. Cas, with his messy hair, stared into Dean's eyes and spoke with a deep voice, "When claim is made on a living soul it leaves a mark, a brand." Cas blushed a little bit, "I-I'm sorry Dean."

     "Claim on a living soul? What the hell does that even mean? How did you claim my soul?" Dean looked at it in the mirror one more time, and walked over to the food.

      "It must have been from last night Dean, I didn't know this would happen." Cas red faced walked to the chair next to the bed and grabbed his trench coat.

      Dean started putting his stuff back in his bag, "What do I tell Sam?"

    "Not the truth I'm assuming," He looked down at his feet trying not to show how he felt. He understood though, he felt the same way about hiding it from the angels. Only if the angels found out his punishment would be death, not just a shunning.

    "I'm just going to hide it from him." Dean zipped up the bag and stood up.

     "What if he sees?"

     "Then I got a drunk tattoo." Dean fake smiled and walked out the door.

      Cas followed and grabbed the card key from off the table to return to the front desk. They walked down the halls quickly and quietly, it was still early and they didn't want to wake anyone up.

      They were only 30 minutes away from Sammy, Dean did not slow down for yellow lights and did not say a word to Cas.

     "Dean.." Dean stopped at a red light and turned the radio down then looked towards Cas as a sort of acknowledgment, "you are ashamed of what we did?"

     "Where'd you get that from?" Dean looked forward at the green light and sped up to get back up to his normal speed.

     "Dean, I am an angel I can read your thoughts," Cas tilted his head at Dean and squinted his eyes just a little bit.

    "Cas you- you can't do that man, it's not right." Dean gripped the steering wheel a little bit tighter.

     "You did not answer my question," Cas looked forward, his big blue eyes turning sad once again, shaking out of it as he again remembered how the angels would react.

      "No, I'm not ashamed," he continued to watch the road, "it's just... I've never been with a man, and it's weird. I'm straight... I'm not gay... I can't be... why- why did I do that? Why did we do that? And what would Sammy say if he found out? What would your angels say?....What the fuck is wrong with me, I wasn't raised like this, this isn't right." Dean started to get mad, his breathing sped up and his heart raced as he pulled over.

     "I thought you said you made out with that boy when you were in high school," Cas wasn't sure what to say, but he felt he had to keep the conversation going.

     "Yeah well I lied, I just wanted to know whether you were into guys or not." Dean turned off the car, "I've never even thought about fucking a guy before. Why did you show up? What the fuck is going on with me Cas?"

     "I-I Don't know Dean," Cas was sincere, but he didn't know how to comfort Dean, so all he did was stare with his big blue eyes.

     "Exactly, you don't fucking understand." He was beginning to raise his voice, "You can't feel these human emotions, these feelings that are fucking with my head." He rested his head on the steering wheel trying to clam down, "I've had these feeling that I don't know how to comprehend ever since I met you, we just connected from the start. I couldn't stop thinking about you, You go against everything I believe, and yet I don't want to leave you. You called dibs on my fucking soul, for Christ sake. Cas I- I think I'm in love with you and that scares the hell out of me." Dean started the engine as Cas just stared at him, not knowing what to say as they drove down the road in complete silence, Cas staring at Dean and Dean staring straight at the road.