Dean sat at the edge of the dock on the rim of a large pond. He whipped his fishing line into the water as Castiel watched him carefully, deeply amused by the actions of this so called "fishing." Dean reeled in his line; it was too close to the dock, he'd try again.

"May I try?" Castiel asked.

Dean smiled, "Yeah. You know how?"

Castiel shook his head in response. Dean patted his lap and smirked, "Take a seat, babe."

Castiel stared at Dean's lap for a moment before walking over and sitting down. Dean adjusted with the new weight and wrapped his arms around his body so the fishing pole was resting on Castiel's right thigh.

"Right hand on the handle. Left on the reel." Dean showed him how to hold it, "So, do you get it now?"

Cas stared back at him and shook his head cluelessly. Dean chuckled and put his hands overtop of Castiel's and guided him through the movements. Once the line was finally in the water Cas looked to Dean, "What's next to this process?"

"We wait for a tug from the line and reel the fish in," Dean explained.

Cas tilted his head, "Then what? We return the fish to the pond?"

Dean laughed and shook his head, "We put it in the cooler and grill it for lunch later."

Castiel gasped, "But it is wrong to harm God's earthly creations unless necessary in battle."

"This is a battle; for our lunch," Dean said smoothly.

"Dean..." Cas began to reprimand him.

"Cas, don't go PETA on me. I'm hungry, this is how I get food. This is a battle not only for lunch, but survival. Do you want to starve to death?" Dean asked. It was bullshit and this was also a dream, but Dean presented his flawed argument with enough confidence to persuade Cas.

"I suppose it might be okay then. As long as it's a battle," Castiel agreed.

Dean shook his head, laughing. "You're somethin' else, Cas."

Cas smiled microscopically, praying that "somethin' else" was a good thing. He suddenly felt a tug on the pole and he flinched, letting go of the fishing pole and watching as it was dragged out to sea. Cas stared at the pole dragging across the water with eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Dammit, Cas," Dean sighed.

"I can go in and get it," Cas offered in all seriousness.

Dean chuckled, "You're okay, baby. There's another pole in the trunk. Get off of me and I'll go get it."

Castiel stood up, staring down into the water. He could swear the fish was mocking him with the bubbles that rose to the water surface.

Castiel smiled at Dean walking back with the fishing pole and a beer and soda bottle in hand. Cas wasn't much for the whole beer thing.

"Simple man," he heard Sam whisper from reality. Cas simply ignored it. He was enjoying his date with Dean. He watched Dean open the bottle with his bare hands and thought that, in a way, it was attractive.

"Simple man," Sam whispered again. A bit louder this time. Dean handed the orange soda to Cas and he anxiously took a drink, concentrating on the flavor to block out Sam's summons. Tasting the molecules weren't as bad with this specific drink. He almost enjoyed the heavy doses of fructose.

"Simple man!" Sam called out again, even louder.

Dean knit his eyebrows, "Did you... Did you hear something?" Castiel could feel Dean slowly awakening as Sam shook his body.

"Simple man! Castiel!" Sam was shouting. Cas rolled his eyes and took control of the vessel.

"How can I help you?!" he snapped.

"I thought something was wrong when you didn't answer! Were you just ignoring me?! What the hell, man?!" Sam upbraided.

"No I wasn't! I was in the middle of healing!" Cas defended himself.

"That's a lie and you damn well know it! You were in Dean's dream! He has a real life, ya know!"

Cas interjected, "Our feelings are real! You can't take that away from us!"

Sam's voice became much quieter and calmer, "But Castiel, you also can't take Dean away from us. He has family that misses him because all he ever does is sleep. I've had to talk Bobby and Jody out of taking him to a fucking specialist about it! I can't keep covering for him, and believe it or not, I actually miss my brother," he took a deep breath to compose himself, "You have to promise me that as soon as Dean's healing is done, you'll leave his vessel or I swear to God, I'll tell him. I'll tell him an angel is possessing him and that angel is you. He'll expel you faster than you can say 'Simple Man.' Got it?"

"I-" Cas was going to argue, but he just sighed in defeat. Castiel was the one intruding in this situation. Sam had asked for his help, and Cas had sworn before that he'd get out as soon as it was given.

"I understand," With that Cas laid back down in Dean's vessel, entering Dean's dream once more. Dean took a swig of his beer and smiled to Cas as though nothing had changed from the moment Cas had left him.

"Wanna take another try at fishing?" He offered.

Castiel shook his head, "I don't think I'm ready for the tugging. It's a bit too unpredictable."

Dean shrugged, "Suit yourself."

Castiel tilted his head, "I'm already in a clothing suit, Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes with a smile playing along his face, sitting down and holding out his arms for Cas to sit on his lap again. Castiel sat down, but faced Dean this time so he was unknowingly straddling. Dean gave a huff of laughter and brushed a stray hair from Cas' forehead before holding his hips.

"I love you, Cas."

"I..." Cas' voice broke, "I love you too, Dean," a tear rolled down the creases of Castiel's face.

Dean used his thumb to wipe it away, "Hey hey! Don't cry!" he whispered, "What's wrong? I'm here, Cas, I'm here."

But Castiel just pulled him into a hug, hiding his face in Dean's shoulder, knowing that there would come a day when he wouldn't be.