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Releasing the pressure on Dean's bare, muscular chest Castiel rose and gracefuly advanced the motel's lousy excuse for a kitchen; a confused frown appearing on Dean's pale, perplexed face. Why would Castiel need to go to the kitchen? He's an angel. He doesn't eat, he doesn't need to. Castiel reached the minature fridge, clicked the door open and carelessly bent down to examine the limited contents; Dean guitly eyeing up the loyal angel from behind when Castiel answered Dean's internal question, not moving a muscle as his eyes scanned the almost bare shelves. "Dean, you're always hungry. You think I'd let you starve, just because you refuse to

Castiel peered down at the sleeping Winchester. Over the several hours he, Dean, Gabriel and Sam had stayed at the beach, Castiel had moved from their uncomfortable and awkward position in the sand. Dean had helped him grab a few large beach towels, and spread them out together so that they could lay on them without getting too sandy. Not long afterwards, Dean had fallen asleep in the angel's arms, with his face lying gently on his bare shoulder. Castiel couldn't help but smile. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was honestly having fun. He enjoyed watching the waves crash onto the shore. He enjoyed sitting with his back propped against a

Bunnymund was quite aware that the winter spirit was tailing him. Honestly, with ears and a nose like his it was a wonder that Jack believed he could sneak around the Pooka. And he would have turned around and found Jack in a spit second, ready to give his rival a piece of his mind. But he had work to do. A guardian was always busy, even if he did only have one day of the year specifically set around them. He was the guardian of Hope after all. Not a particularly easy job. He had already ventured all throughout Russia, China, Mexico (he was much more partial to that climate) and was now traveling through the familiar town of Burgess. The s