Cas popped into the room with the faint sound of wings, looking at the two sleeping on the bed. His eyes widened a little bit when he realized what they'd been doing, and he looked at Gabriel, who had obviously been involved.

Gabriel just glanced at Cas.

"Wrong room, little brother," he said with a faint smirk. "The one you want is next door."

Cas frowned, puzzled, and stood for a moment debating before he moved next door instead.

And then he stopped.

"Shit, Cas--" Dean grabbed a sheet, so used to the angel popping in unannounced that he just knew the instant Cas was around.

Runa yelped and scrambled to cover herself as well, her eyes going black again in surprise when the angel appeared. She only just barely managed to bite back the blasphemy that was on the tip of her tongue.

Cas looked at the two for a moment before he looked at Dean. Dean flinched. Cas could look remarkably like a kicked puppy, even unintentionally, when he wanted to. Cas didn't even say a word, just looked a little hurt until he vanished again.

"Damn." Dean ran a hand through his hair, scrubbing briefly at his scalp.

Runa bit her lip slightly.

"On one hand, I'm glad I'm still alive," she said after a moment. "But on the other, I feel kind of bad now."

"Yeah." Dean sighed. "I don't think he'll come back, though, not until morning anyway." But he did feel guilty, and he wasn't sure why.

Well, so much for the after-cuddle. Reluctantly, Runa slipped out of bed.

"I'm going to go clean up," she said. "Unless you want the shower first."

"No, go ahead." Dean sat up as well and kept the sheet over half of him, just letting her go without so much as a leer.

Runa gathered up some nightclothes and underthings and went into the bathroom. She came back out about half an hour later, slipping into the other bed in the room.

"Shower's free," she murmured as she settled in.

Dean went to go take his shower, taking some clothes with him. He had the feeling he wasn't going to get any sleep that night.

Runa dozed, but she didn't really sleep. Now she was paranoid about Cas coming back to smite her, so she couldn't really relax anymore.

Dean didn't get any sleep either, so he was up and dressed early to go pound on Sam's door to get him up for breakfast.

While Dean went to wake Sam and Kyra, Runa was checking to make sure everything was packed and ready in the Impala.

Sam jumped a bit when Dean pounded on the door, and he scrubbed at his face briefly before looking at the time. Getting up, he slipped out of bed and pulled on his jeans before answering the door.

"What the hell, Dean?" he said. "It's quarter to seven."

"Yeah, I know," Dean said with a fake grin. "It's breakfast time, little brother." He peered past Sam into the room and his grin widened. "Oh please tell me you tapped that, and that's why Kyra is sleeping in your bed."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Okay first, since when do you like getting up early? And second, if I did, do you really think I would tell you?" he said.

"Once in a while, and you always admit to it," Dean said with a grin. "You did, didn't you? Way to go, Sammy."

Sam sighed.

"Dean, why are you at the door so early?" he asked. "What happened?"

Dean hesitated for a moment, debated telling Sam, and then decided against it. "Nothing, just getting an early start. What, I'm not allowed to do that once in a while?" He grinned. "Now get dressed or I'll leave you here."

Sam noticed the hesitation, but didn't push the issue. He would prod at Dean again later.

"Still too early, Dean," he said. "Do we absolutely have to leave this early?"

"Yes," Dean said. "I'm up and ready to go, and I don't feel like sitting in my room." Dean shrugged. "You could get up and meet me at the diner."

Sam gave Dean a Look and sighed, closing the door. Time to get dressed, then. Making his way over to the bed, he gently shook Kyra.

Kyra groaned and pulled the pillow over her head, leaving a large portion of her back exposed. She did not want to wake up.

"Come on," Sam said, nudging her again. "Dean is being unreasonable and wants to get an early start. You can sleep more once we're on the road."

Kyra grumbled at him wordlessly and poked her head out just enough to glower. "So shoot him or something," she said. "Or knock him out."