A/N 1 Happy birthday Ghostey!

A/N 2 Apologies for this very late submission. I was away on a work trip and the hotel failed to provide the promised internet access.

Dean settled on his bed and flicked through the channels.

"Space. The final frontier."


He bunched his pillows up behind his neck and jumped out of his skin when Castiel appeared beside the bed.

"Dammit Cas! How many times have I told you not to do that? Flap your coat or something!"


Dean noticed the angel was looking crestfallen.



"Cas, what?"

"May I stay here?"

"Here? On earth?"

"No – just here."

Dean frowned, puzzled.

"So….you wanna watch Star Trek with me?"



(7 minutes later)

"Cas, you wanna try sitting down maybe?"


Dean sighed.