Dean couldn't sleep that night. He wanted to be with Cas. He tried to sleep, he really did. But every time he closed his eyes he saw Cas's face. Pretty soon, he gave up. He picked up his phone and dialed Cas's number.

"Hello?" Cas answered groggily.

"Look. It's 3 AM and all I want is your lips on mine. It's the same as yesterday at 7 PM, or last Thursday at noon. It's the same as every hour, every minute, every second since I've met you." There was a pause.

"You're right. It is 3 AM." Dean chuckled.

"Cas, this is driving me crazy. I just wanna be with you. I don't know why, but you mean the world to me. I am on the verge of driving to your house and climbing through your bedroom window."

"Don't worry, Dean. You can see me tomorrow."

"Not soon enough."

"We can't keep doing this. 3 AM calls. My dad is gonna find out eventually."

"Don't worry about your dad. Okay? I love you. That's all that matters."

"I love you too. And believe me, I just want your lips on mine, too," Dean smiled. "Hey, tomorrow is Friday. Let's skip school and just do anything together. How about it?"

"I'd love that. What exactly would we do?"

"I don't know. We could always go buy some class rings." Since it was near the end of the school year, they should have picked their class rings already. But they always put it off.

"Sounds great. God, I love you so much."

"You said that already."

"Not enough times. I could never tell you that I love you enough times. There's not enough time in the world for that. I love you, and I always will love you. And nothing, nothing, can get in the way of that. Absolutely nothing."

"I know that. And I love you right back. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Dean smiled again. They both hung up the phone. He couldn't help but feel so much better.