The Idea

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Dean wakes up to find Cas by him. He had no idea how he got there or what happened, but he did know that he was so hungover from the beers. He saw his clothes on the floor and rushed to put them back on. He looks at Cas and smiles. He walks to the kitchen and decides to make breakfast for him. A few minutes later, Cas walks down with a blue rode on and with wet hair.

"Enjoyed your shower?" Dean asked. He looks at Cas, but he looks away with blush.

"Still blushing, I suppose."

Dean doesn't respond and goes to put his plate away. He smiles at the remark but doesn't want to face Cas after last night due to embarrassment.

"Dean, it's okay to be embarrassed. I shouldn't have pushed too far." Cas says as he looks at Dean. He puts his hand on Dean's cheek.

Once Cas puts his hand down, Dean looks down at the floor, then faces Case. "No, it's, it's alright." He mumbles.  He goes and grabs another beer and sits down at the table. He takes a sip and then faces the floor.

"What's wrong, hun?" Cas says. He looks at Dean with worry and rubs his back. His wings appear, and one wraps around Dean. Dean puts his head on Cas's shoulder, and tears start to form.

Cas kisses his head and looks into his eyes.

"I know what you're thinking, and it's going to be okay. I know you miss him, but it's not in my power to bring him back. I know you can't move on, and I understand. But think of what Sam would want you to do. Dean, look at me." Cas says, then Dean obeys. "You have to learn to cope with it." Cas puts his hands on Dean's cheeks and rubs them. "Focus on the good stuff you guys did. You helped save hundreds if not thousands of countless people. You even saved the world from the Apocalypse."

Dean looks at him, and he starts to tear up. "I just miss him, Cas. I need Sam." He hugs the angel and cries.

"Oh dean. How I hate to see you like this." Cas said as he ran his fingers through Dean's hair. "Just rest. You need it. Okay?"

Dean nodded and headed to the room. Cas sat there, wondering how he could help him. After an hour thinking, it came to him. He then spread his wings and bolted to the heavens.

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