Dean watched Sam talk with Gabriel in disgust. They looked so in love, and he didn't like it. If it was anyone else, anyone else, Dean would've been okay with it. But it was Gabriel. It was like Sam completely forgot everything the bastard put them through.

"You look upset." Cas observed.

"Well, I am," Cas grabbed Dean's hand. Dean looked at him. "Oh, what the hell." He leaned in and gave Cas a kiss. It lasted a while, until Gabriel yelled,

"Get a room!" To which Dean held up his middle finger. He finally let Cas go and looked at him.

"Let's take this elsewhere." Cas smiled.

"I thought you said we weren't that intimate?"

"I've changed my mind." Dean led him to his bedroom.

"I don't know about this Dean. Sam and Gabriel are right downstairs." Dean shushed him.

"Don't talk." He grabbed Cas by the waist and pressed their lips together. Soon, Cas freed himself.

"Dean, I don't want meaningless sex. I care about you too much. I want more than just a one night standing."

"You mean one night stand?"

"Just shut up. You mean too much to me to just be a fling. I feel stronger when I'm with you," Cas gave him a small kiss. "Just give me strength." Dean half smiled at him. He gave him a kiss.

"Alright. Whatever you want from me, I'll give it to you." Cas gave him a slightly surprised look.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I wanna make this work. And I'll do whatever I have to," Dean held his hands. "For you."

"I hope you mean that."

"I do. I would sit through a Jennifer Aniston movie if that's what it takes." Cas smiled.

"I don't know what that means, but I'm sure it's sweet."

"Coming from me, it's miraculous."

"But I'm not sure how 'relationships' go, exactly." Dean thought for a moment. He went and laid down on his bed.

"Get over here you friggin angel." Cas gave him his cute little look of confusion.

"I don't quite understand."

"In most relationships, the two people would just lie down next to each other, maybe talk. It's got different names, most commonly, 'cuddling' or...'snuggling'." He said 'snuggling' as though he forced himself to. Cas just stood there awkwardly.

"So you want me to?"

"Yes! Now get your feathery ass over here."

"I'm still not sure what that means," Cas mumbled as he reluctantly joined Dean in the bed. He rested his head on Dean's chest while Dean had his arm wrapped around him. Snuggling, as Dean called it. "This feels nice. What would the two people talk about?"

"Anything, really."

"Alright. Where is this going?" Dean looked down at him.

"What do you mean?"

"First, we made love. Amazing love. Then, later, I gave you a kiss, and you didn't respond well. Now we are 'snuggling', and you seem fine with it. Is it because Sam was there?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I'm still adjusting. Keep in mind this is a new...experience for me."

"So you've never done this sort of thing with...another man?"

"God no. You're my first." Dean kissed the top of Cas's head. Cas smiled and just closed his eyes, embracing the moment.

"Have you done this sort of thing with anyone else?" Dean paused.

"Once." Cas opened his eyes, realizing he asked a bad question.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--"

"No, it's fine. Don't worry about it."

"I just forgot for a second." They laid there in silence for a while. Cas held Dean's hand which was wrapped around him. They just laid there like that for what felt like hours, knowing it was absolutely perfect.