Yeah, there's no sense in denying it, Dean did enjoy himself last night. If anyone had asked him two years ago--or hell, two weeks ago--if he'd willingly get in bed with another man, he'd have been offended and more than a little creeped out. Okay, he's still a little creeped out. The whole thing is moving kind of fast for him, which is saying something, given the way Dean's relationships usually go.

Okay, so he's known Cas for a good long while now, and this has probably been building for the both of them since day one, but that is so not the point.

Dean brushes his teeth and finishes gathering their scattered things from around the room before heading out to the Impala and driving them to get breakfast. Thanks to Cas' luck at the tables, they're flush with money, so instead of the usual greasy spoon, Dean decides to splurge and take them to IHOP. Fuck yes. Pancakes.

He still flirts with the waitress, mostly because he can't help it, though he watches to see Cas' reaction while he does. And other than his eggs being a little dry, it's a largely uneventful meal. They're soon back on the road with no particular destination in mind. Well...okay, one destination. Dean stops off at a cellphone shop and picks up a cheap one before they continue on.