'Works of art,' Castiel had called humans back when he'd first met Dean. He'd meant those words, but hadn't really grasped the full meaning before. It seemed like Castiel hadn't understood quite a bit of what he believed and said, not until he knew Dean Winchester.

Cas leans back slightly, lets his hand slide down the back of Dean's neck just long enough so that it doesn't seem like an accident before drawing away, quickly packing up the kit and leaving the bathroom for the Impala.