Castiel was dealing with backlash for his actions in Heaven, but thankfully things were getting somewhat easier. He sighed, rubbing his head after yet another long diatribe of meetings and arguments about his betrayal of Raphael. More angels were on his side than were against him though so things were getting a bit better.

Now that the hours of meaningless trials had passed he could go where he truly wanted to be. Which is how he found himself in the hotel room, standing off to the side of the bed, eyes huge as he watched Dean's hand. "Dean?"