If there was one thing Dean hated more than anything else about working in a restaurant, it was the heat. He was accustomed to working hard and sweating at his job at the salvage yard but this was ridiculous. He spent hours leaning over a hot grill while being yelled at by people from every direction. Unfortunately, his brother Sam would now be one of those voices. He started tonight as a server.

Dean had worked at the restaurant for a year. He had taken on a second job when his dad died and Sam was starting his senior year of high school. It was on Dean now to make sure Sam could afford Stanford after getting a scholarship that only paid for half the cost. Sam wanted to help during the summer.

While on his way to the grill, Dean looked through the pass-over window and saw Sam talking to Castiel, one of the service trainers, while Jo pinned his flair onto his apron. Dean smiled at the nervous look on Sam's face. Jo caught his eye and walked over after securing Sam's buttons. "Checkin on him already?"

"Just wanted to make sure he was in good hands."

Jo smiled. "Don't worry." She glanced over as Castiel talked and pointed out at the mostly empty tables. "Cas will take good care of him."

"Yeah." Dean didn't know Castiel that well but he knew the man had worked as a server for about six years and trained almost every new server that was hired. Apparently he was the best one they had. He generally worked day shifts and Dean worked second and third, so they didn't work together much. The man intimidated him a little though. His confident stance, commanding voice, and soul-piercing blue eyes always made Dean feel like he could see right through him.

"Alright," the voice of his manager Ellen made Dean snap out of his thoughts, "Dean, it's five o' clock." She gave Dean a smile and crossed her arms. "How about you get on over and relieve Gabe from the grill."

"Yes ma'am." Dean nodded and gave one last look at Sam.

"He'll do fine Dean." Ellen's voice softened a little. "If he works half as hard as you, he'll do great." Dean smiled and nodded before walking over to take over for Gabe. Ellen turned to look at Jo, "All the tables bussed and clean?"

Jo sighed at her mom, "I'm on it." She disappeared into the back to get a bus tub.

"Oh thank God." Gabriel saw Dean coming and stepped back to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Gabriel was Castiel's younger brother and Dean still couldn't see the family resemblance, physically or in personality. The shorter man took off his paper hat they had to wear and smiled. "I got my ass handed to me today. Good luck. Tonight will probably be just as bad."

"Joy." Dean groaned internally. Sam had a bad night to start. Saturday nights were always the worst. "Well, I think I can handle it." Dean put his hat on and tapped Gabe's shoulder. "Get out of here."

"Alright, see ya." Gabe pulled his apron off over his head and left the kitchen. "Later, loser." He heard Gabe call out to Castiel. He either didn't respond or wasn't very loud, because Dean didn't hear Castiel.

"Order in." Jo handed a small ticket through the small window beside Dean. Dean took it and braced himself for the dinner rush.

A few minutes later, the back door opened. Dean looked back to see Ash sneaking in. "Dude," Dean shook his head, "Ellen is gonna rip you a new one for being late again."

Ash was tying his apron on as he ducked under the window. "I'm here aren't I?"

"Yeah," Dean laughs, "Ten minutes late."

"Whatever." Ash stood quickly and rushed to the dishwasher, trying to catch up on the dishes. Dean liked Ash. They had gone out to bars together after work a few times. The man was an entertaining drunk.

The kitchen doors opened and Ellen walked in. "Everyone doin okay back here?" She walked past the other workers and stopped by Dean. "You need anything?"

"Nope, I'm good." Dean flipped a couple of the patties on the grill.

Ellen patted his arm. "Sam's doing great by the way."

"Good."

Ellen looked back and put her hands on her hips. "Well Ash," she moved toward the dishwasher, "thanks for joining us."

Ash raised his arm up, facing away from Ellen. "No problem, boss."

Ellen sighed fondly and moved on the check with the others before the dinner rush began. The usual night crew was there. Bela was out front seating the crowd, four servers were on the floor not counting Sam including Castiel and Jo, and Meg and Chuck were working dress and the fryers. It didn't take long for the rush to start and tempers started to rise.

Ash was always the only one not to lose it. Of course all he needed to worry about was cleaning the dishes. Poor Sam looked lost and terrified. Castiel was also calm and collected, Dean noticed. When Sam started to look close to exploding, he would give him something to do or pull him aside and tell him something. Dean was glad Castiel was training him.

When the madness was over, Meg and Chuck left and it was Dean and Ash's job to clean up and close the kitchen. Dean peaked out the window but he didn't see Sam or Castiel anywhere. They closed at midnight and all but Jo and another girl he didn't know were still on the floor. Dean wandered into the back break room and found Sam and Castiel sitting at a table doing some paperwork. Sam looked up and smiled.

"So how was it, Sammy?" Dean pulled up a chair. Castiel sat up a little straighter and gave Dean a quick look up and down before looking back to the papers on the table.

"Uh," Sam scratched the back of his neck, "I'm not sure I learned too much tonight except how crazy it gets on weekends." Dean gave a short laugh.

"Don't sell yourself short, Sam." Castiel looked up with a small smile. "You did pretty good for someone who has never been a server."

"Really? I felt lost the whole time." Sam rubbed his hands on his legs, a habit he had when he was nervous.

"Yeah," Castiel wrote a couple comments on his paper before digging in his apron pocket, "in fact," he pulled out a small wad of bills and held them out, "you should have this."

Sam put his hands up. "No, those are your tips. I didn't do anything."

Castiel shook his head. "I'm not supposed to give you any money the first night but you took a couple tables for me by yourself so these are yours." He held the money out insistently.

After a short silence Dean nudged his brother. "Come on man take it, or I will."

Sam hesitantly took the offering. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Castiel collected the papers from the table and stood up. "Just take a menu home and study it. Tomorrow night should be a little slower. You'll be fine." With a nod, Castiel left to find Ellen.

Sam sighed and ran a hand over his face. Dean leaned over and grabbed the money from Sam's hand. "Hey!"

"I'm just seein how much he gave you." Dean leafed through the bills quickly. "Twenty bucks," Dean shrugged, "better than nothing." He handed the money back to Sam.

"I don't deserve any. I didn't do anything."

"Stop bein such a goody two shoes." Dean stood and looked back to see if any more people had come in the store. "I'll try to get everything done quick so we can get out of here okay?" Sam nodded.

Dean went back to the kitchen and started his cleaning. Ellen came back about twenty minutes later. "What do you have left, sweetie?"

Dean grunted as he tried to get a stubborn piece of food off the grill. He wiped some sweat off his forehead. "Just got to get this clean and take out the trash and mop."

Ellen glanced to Ash, who was sweeping at a pace that made it seem like he was sleeping. She looked back at Dean, "Know what? Why don't you just go ahead and get out of here. I'm sure Ash can handle the rest."

Ash looked up. "What?"

"Oh come on, it shouldn't take you that much longer than usual."

"Man, that ain't cool."

"You're makin up your late start. Suck it up."

"Ellen," Dean took his stupid uniform hat off, "you sure?"

"Yeah, go get some sleep." She gave him a pat on the arm. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks." Dean quickly took off his apron and went out front. Sam was sitting at the counter talking to the blonde waitress he didn't know. "Come on, Sam."

Sam turned on the swiveling seat. "I thought you still had like," he looked at his watch, "half an hour."

"Ellen cut me loose. Let's get out before she changes her mind." Dean was at the door. Sam nodded and turned back to give the waitress a wave before jogging over. They walked out to the Impala in the back. "So who was the cutie in there?"

"Jessica." Sam said it like it was a stupid question. "She's worked here for almost six months, you don't know how she is?"

Dean shrugged as he opened the car door. "I didn't really notice."

Sam's eyes widened. "What? A gorgeous girl was right in front of you and you didn't notice?"

"Shut up." Dean sat in the car, Sam followed. "Besides," Dean started the car, "she seems a lot more into you." Dean smiled at the way Sam's face reddened a little.

He just scuffed in reply. "Whatever."

Dean backed them out of the parking lot and drove home. They didn't live in a nice place by any stretch but it was enough for them. They lived in a small apartment a couple miles away from the restaurant. They were also only a couple miles from Dean's other job at Singer Salvage. He worked for an old friend of their dad's, Bobby, who was a good friend to them too. Because it was a one bedroom apartment, they switched bed privileges every night while the other one took the couch. At first Dean insisted Sam sleep in the bed everyday, but Sam had eventually changed his mind. Dean worked most nights anyway. He could sleep on his days off while Sam was at school.

Dean was up the next morning at 6:30 to head out for work at Singer Salvage. He always had to stop for coffee on his way. Bobby ran the yard out of his house so Dean didn't mind showing up early to hang out with him for a while.

"You know, kid," Bobby was his normal cheerful self as he sat across from Dean at his table, "you don't have to be here so early. I know how late you work at that diner. You can come in at 8 or 9 if you want to."

"Nah, I'm fine. Besides," he took a sip of his coffee, "then I wouldn't get to see your lovely morning sunshine everyday."

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Okay, I just don't want you to work yourself to death. Sam is starting to pick up the slack a little right? Maybe it's time you learned to relax a little and take some time off."

Dean laughed. "I don't even know what relaxing means, Bobby."

"I know it." They sat in silence for a while as they both drank their coffee.

When they were both done, Dean stood and took off his jacket. "Well, guess I should get to work." He headed out and started his work for the day.

Eight hours later, Dean drove home to clean up before he had to take Sam and go to the restaurant. He found Sam on the couch talking on his cell phone. He almost jumped when Dean opened the door.

"Uh," Sam stood and ruffled his hair, another nervous habit, "I have to go. See you later." Sam hung up and put the phone in his pocket. "Hey."

Dean stood with the door still open. "Who was that?"

"No one." Sam said it a little too casually with a wave of his hand. "Nothing. How was work?" He was rambling and it made Dean smile. He knew what was up.

Dean closed the door and dropped his keys on the table by the door. "Fine." Sam nodded, putting his arms on his hips. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"That wasn't cutie from work was it?" Dean moved closer to Sam with slow steps.

Sam opened his mouth a little before closing it. He shifted on his feet. "Yeah, I was talking to Jess."

"Jess?" Dean smiled as Sam squirmed again. "It's Jess already?"

"Shut up." Sam quickly moved past him back to the bathroom.

"Hey hurry up in there." Dean called out as Sam closed the door. "I gotta shower before we go." He heard Sam give an okay from the small room. He shook his head. He was glad that Sam had found a girl. He hadn't dated much in high school. It was about time.

Two hours later, the two of them were at work. Castiel was right, Sunday night wasn't too bad. Sam had a better chance to learn, although Dean saw him staring at Jess when he had a spare minute. Dean laughed and winked when his brother caught him looking.

Unfortunately, Dean was starting to have his own staring issue. He had hardly seen Castiel before yesterday but now he seemed everywhere. He was working nights to train Sam and Dean couldn't stop watching the man. Dean watched quick fingers ring in orders at the computers and long arms carry heavy trays above the shorter servers' heads when he needed around. His low voice carried through the kitchen when he called back special orders and Dean couldn't help but stop to listen and watch.

Normally Dean didn't take a break at work, but he had pulled a muscle earlier that day at Bobby's and felt the need to rest for a little that night. He was in the back eating a rather good double bacon cheeseburger he had made when Castiel walked in with a burger of his own. Dean practically choked on his food, earning a worried look from Castiel.

"You okay?" Castiel put his plate down and watched him closely as he coughed.

"Yeah." Dean choked out as he smacked his chest. "Just…went down the wrong pipe."

Castiel nodded and sat down beside him. Dean finally calmed down and took a drink of his soda. He could breathe again but now he felt like his fingers were shaking a little. What the Hell? He rolled his eyes internally at himself. There was no way he had a crush on Castiel. He stole a quick look at the other man and felt his stomach flip slightly as he took a bite of his burger. Dean watched his tongue swipe at his lips briefly before he had to look away. Dean sat up straighter and cleared his throat. "So, Sam is out there by himself tonight?"

Castiel nodded. "He's fine. I'm mostly here to make sure he doesn't crash and burn, but I'm not worried about him." Dean nodded. "Jo and Jess are out there if he needs help."

"What's the deal with Jessica?"

"What do you mean?" Castiel tilted his head.

"I'm just curious. I don't know anything about her."

Castiel thought for a second. "She is Sam's age, just graduated. Nice girl, never seen her be rude or mean to anyone. Smart too. I think she was valedictorian or salutatorian at her school."

Dean took a drink thoughtfully. Sounded like the perfect girl for Sam. Good. The two ate in silence for the majority of Dean's break. Dean was getting a little uncomfortable and felt the need to talk. "So," he tried to sound casual, "what time are you off?"

"Ten." His mouth was full. On anyone else Dean would have felt a little grossed out, but Castiel didn't bother him.

"What time did you get here?" Dean remembered him already working when he and Sam got there at ten till five.

"Nine."

"This morning?" Dean raised his eyebrows. Castiel nodded. "You're working a 13 hour shift? Are you nuts?"

Castiel gave a small smile, hardly more than a tug at the corners of his mouth. "Someone had to train your brother."

"How can you stand a shift that long? I would probably end up killing everyone."

Castiel chuckled and shrugged. "I'm the only trainer. I could use the money and I really don't have much else to do with my day."

Dean shook his head in amazement. "You're a freakin saint."

Castiel's eyes glinted a little, "Hardly." He held Dean's eyes with a look that made his skin warm.

Dean shifted under the look and looked away before he started sweating. "You work that long often?"

Castiel resumed eating. "Not too much. There's usually no need for it."

"I couldn't take working that long."

Castiel let out a noise of disagreement. "How late do you usually work, Dean?"

"Closing, midnight. Sometimes it's a little later." Dean stacked his used napkins and glass on his plate.

"And when do you go to your other job?"

Dean looked up with surprise on his face. He didn't usually tell anyone about his other job here. "Seven."

Castiel nodded knowingly. "And how long do you work there?"

"Usually eight hours, sometimes longer." Dean shrugged. He liked the work he did at the shop. He didn't consider it work all the time.

"So, you work about fifteen hours everyday? And you take care of your brother?"

"I guess."

"I think you're the saint here, Dean." Castiel leaned forward on the table, resting his head on his closed fists. "Not very many people would be willing to do so much for someone else."

Dean stared at the table. He didn't see what he did for Sam as odd behavior. He didn't know how anyone could not do everything to make sure their family was provided for and taken care of. Dean shrugged. "If you say so." He looked at the clock. It was time to go back to work. "Well, my time's up." Dean stood and took his dishes to the kitchen.

For the next few days, Sam and Dean had gotten into a rhythm with their jobs. Sam didn't work every day but on days he didn't he was out doing something. Dean was starting to think Sam was hiding something from him. He confronted him after a week.

"Sam what's up with you?" Dean was blocking the door as Sam was trying to leave.

"Nothing." Sam tried to reach through Dean's arm to open the door. "Could you move? I need to leave." Dean pushed his arm away.

"I haven't talked to you in a few days and I feel like you're avoiding me. What is it?"

Sam crossed his arms and sighed. "Don't worry about it."

"Just tell me what's going on."

Sam looked to the side in stubborn denial. He looked back at Dean with an unmoving glare. Dean planted his feet and met the look with one of his own. The brothers stared for a tense minute. Sam only looked away to check his watch.

"You got somewhere to be?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Why does it matter Dean? I'm free to have a life right? I don't need to tell you everything I do."

"You are if you want to keep using my car."

Sam's lips tightened in frustration. "I have a date okay." He looked at his watch again. "And I need to pick her up in about five minutes."

Dean relaxed. "A date?" Sam nodded. "With who?"

"Jessica."

"Oh." Dean felt like a jerk. He just didn't like his brother hiding things from him. "Why didn't you just tell me that?"

"Because I really like Jess and I wanted to see how well we worked before I told you."

"Okay," Dean moved away from the door, "just don't hide stuff from me man. It makes me nervous." Sam stepped past Dean and opened the door. "Especially with girls. I don't want another Ruby situation."

Sam sighed and turned to face Dean. "Dean, trust me, Jess is nothing like Ruby."

"I know."

"How? You didn't even know who she was a week ago."

"I asked Cas about her."

"Cas? Why?"

"Cause you were making goo goo eyes at her and I wanted to make sure she wasn't trouble."

Sam looked confused for a second, "When did you talk to Cas?"

"We took our breaks at the same time last Sunday. Why?" Dean sounded a little too defensive.

Sam heard it and shrugged with a small smile. "No reason." Sam started off and waved. "See ya."

Dean stepped up to the open door as Sam walked to the stairs. "Alright. I work tomorrow so if I don't see you tonight…" Sam stopped suddenly.

"Shoot." He rushed back to the doorway. "You work tomorrow?" Dean nodded. "I'm covering for Rachel tomorrow. I forgot."

"At lunch?" Sam nodded. Dean sighed and rubbed the back of his head. He had to leave for Bobby's before seven. He couldn't drop Sam off that early, that would be ridiculous.

"You know what, I'll walk. It's not that far."

"You're not walking."

"Really, it's not that far."

"It's four miles."

"Well…" Sam was out of ideas.

"Don't worry about it. I'll just tell Bobby. I'm sure he'll let me leave for a little."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, you know how Bobby is." Dean clapped Sam's shoulder. "Go on, have fun."

Sam smiled in relief. "Okay." Dean shut the door as Sam descended the stairs outside their apartment. Bobby wanted Dean to take more of a break anyway, he's sure it will be fine.

Dean heard Sam come back in around midnight while he was attempting to get some sleep in the bedroom. Dean smiled. He was really happy Sam was out having a little fun before going to college.

The next day, Bobby let Dean take an hour for lunch so he could drive Sam to work. They walked into the diner a few minutes before eleven. Sam thanked Dean and headed to the back while Dean sat up at the counter. He waved when Ellen came into view. She walked over with a smile.

"What the Hell are you doin here so early?"

"I was giving Sam a ride. Technically, I'm on my lunch break."

Ellen nodded in understanding. "I see. You wanting something while you're here?"

"Yeah, tell Gabe to make his special for me." Dean smiled.

"You got it." She took a step back. "Drink?"

"Yeah, just get me a Pepsi."

Ellen walked back to tell Gabe his order and stopped by the server station. "Sam, get your brother a Pepsi, would you?" Sam smiled and nodded.

Dean looked around the restaurant, thinking how weird it was to see the place so bright. He was too used to seeing this place at night. Dean spotted Bela and Jo talking at the service station while Sam got his drink. Castiel then appeared from the kitchen with a thoughtful look. He was looking over something in his hand. Dean lifted his head a little and saw he was looking at his phone. Castiel was chewing his lip as he looked at his phone. Dean must have been staring longer than he thought because Sam suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Dean." Dean jumped and looked at his brother, who was standing right in front of him with his soda. "You okay?" Sam set the drink on the counter.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Castiel walked by to greet his table. Dean's eyes followed his movement until he remembered that Sam was right there. He looked back and saw Sam following his line of vision before smiling like he knew a secret. "What?"

"Nothing." Sam's smile grew. Without clueing Dean in any more, Sam walked off for the server station.

Dean shrugged and drank his soda. If his eyes wandered to watch Castiel take orders and talk to the other servers, Dean didn't notice. Ellen returned with his food. His mouth watered as he caught the smell of Gabe's masterpiece. It was a bacon cheeseburger with twice the amount of cheddar cheese, extra bacon, red onions, and a mix of sauces that Gabe still hadn't told him was made of. Dean really loved that guy sometimes. "Thank you so much."

"No problem. This is on the house."

"Thanks, Ellen." Dean picked up the burger and bit off a mouthful. He moaned as the delicious flavors filled his mouth. If it was possible, he would make Gabe cook one of these for him everyday.

Dean finished his meal as the lunch rush started filling up the store. Dean still had about twenty minutes before he needed to head back to Bobby's. He watched everyone working. Bela was snapping at someone through the pass over window, probably Meg, Jo and Sam were trying to sort out food trays for a big table, and Ellen's voice carried up as she tried to diffuse the fight between Meg and Bela. Dean's eyes stopped on Castiel, who was ringing in an order. He didn't know why he was suddenly fascinated with the man but Dean couldn't look away as Castiel's fingers flew over the computer.

Castiel turned and attached his ticket to the pass over window. As if sensing his stare, his eyes met Dean's. Dean looked away quickly, feeling his face warm up a little. Seriously, what was wrong with him? He had to get out of here. Pushing off the counter, Dean stood and nodded a goodbye to Sam before stealing one last glance at Castiel, causing him to almost trip over his own feet while he walked backwards. Before embarrassing himself more, Dean quickly headed to his car.

The next few hours, Dean was buried under car after car and forgot about everything else. At least until about 3:30 that afternoon. Dean was under the hood of a car when a familiar voice traveled out of the house. He stood up quickly, bashing his head on the hood of the car. He winced in pain and rubbed the back of his head. Right about then Bobby came around the corner of the house talking to someone following behind. Dean held his breath and tried to subdue the throbbing in his head. His first thought was realized when Castiel appeared behind Bobby. They were talking about making an appointment for Castiel's car.

"We're all booked up today, but tomorrow should be open." Bobby passed Dean to find his schedule book he left out back. Castiel froze in place when he saw Dean.

"Hey, Cas." Dean waved with a grease covered hand.

"Dean," Bobby seemed oblivious to them talking and walked on to get his book, "I didn't know you worked here."

"Yeah," Dean gave a half smile, "this is my day job." Castiel looked around and nodded. Even though he was still in uniform, Dean had never seen Castiel in anything other than full uniform dress. He wasn't wearing his apron or bowtie and his white shirt was unbuttoned at the top. He practically looked naked to Dean. Shaking his head to get rid of those thoughts, Dean looked back to Bobby. "Having car trouble?"

Castiel nodded his eyes looking Dean up and down. "I don't think it's an emergency but I know there's a problem."

Bobby came back with his book. "Looks like you could bring your car in tomorrow and we could work on it that afternoon."

Castiel's eyebrows furrowed. The next words fell out of Dean's mouth before he thought about them. "I can look at it right now."

"You're off in half an hour, Dean." 'You're working too hard.' Was the message Bobby was trying to give him.

Dean shrugged. "I don't work tonight. I can stay a little late."

"Dean," Castiel looked grateful, "thank you, but I don't want to be an inconvenience."

"It's no trouble."

"Don't you need to pick up Sam?" Bobby closed his book.

Dean kicked himself internally. "I do."

"I can bring it back tomorrow. It's really okay." Castiel was making to leave when Dean's phone vibrated in his pocket. He dug his phone out as Bobby ushered Castiel back inside the house. He had gotten a text from Sam telling him that Jess was coming by to get him from work and they were going out after that. Dean smiled and ran after Bobby and Castiel.

"Hey," Bobby was writing something in his book while Castiel waited. Both looked up when Dean came running in. "Sam is taken care of. I'll look at his car now." Bobby looked confused and Castiel tilted his head with a curious look on his face.

"You sure?" Bobby stood up straighter.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I got time." He smiled at Castiel who gave a small smile in return.

Bobby shrugged. "Okay, if you say so." Bobby looked at Castiel, "Why don't you drive your car around back and Dean will look at it for you."

"Okay. Thank you Dean." Castiel turned and exited. Bobby turned to Dean.

"You feelin okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Why are you so insistent on looking at this guy's car now?"

Dean floundered for an answer. He really didn't know why he wanted to do this for Castiel right now. He shrugged. "I work with him. I just want to do him a favor. Don't worry about paying me for the extra time."

Bobby raised his eyebrows. "What's this guy done for you?"

"What?"

"There's gotta be some reason you're so eager to do this."

"Don't worry about it, Bobby." The side door opened and Castiel poked his head in.

"If I need to park somewhere else, just let me know."

Dean moved to the door. "I'm sure it's fine." Dean followed Castiel outside and stood beside his car. "So, what's going on?"

"The past couple days, whenever I stopped my car would die. It would always restart but I know that's not normal." Castiel laughed lightly and rubbed his hands together nervously.

Dean nodded. "Okay, there's probably a problem with your computer." Dean moved over to his toolbox and pulled out a small screen. "Could you pop the hood for me?"

"Sure." Castiel slid into the car and popped the hood. Dean hooked his tool into the computer.

Dean studied the data on his screen. He could feel Castiel watching him. He shifted on his feet. He looked up and saw Castiel look away and rub his neck absently. "You've got a little communication problem between your computer and your car." Dean had thought as much. It shouldn't take too long to fix. "I should have you good to go in about an hour."

Castiel nodded. Dean was about to ask if he wanted Dean to drive him home and pick up his car later when Castiel spoke up. "I'll just wander and find something to do while you work."

"Okay." Dean watched Castiel walk off and pull out his phone. He got to work.

About twenty minutes later, Castiel reappeared and sat on an open and mostly clean chair nearby. Dean looked over and wiped the sweat from his face. "Bored already?"

Castiel smiled and shrugged. "I can't go too far and I'm tired of standing."

Dean understood that. Standing at the restaurant all day had to make his feet sore. "Sorry, this won't be much more entertaining."

Castiel's eyes sparkled a little. "I'm sure I'll be fine." His eyes looked him up and down again.

Was Castiel checking him out? Castiel bit his bottom lip and looked away like he saw something interesting in the gravel by Dean's feet. Dean smirked.

Dean soon forgot Castiel was watching him and worked in earnest. Castiel had pulled out his phone, playing games anyway. It wasn't until a particular part gave him trouble that Dean remembered he was there. He had both hands on his wrench and was trying to turn the stubborn nut. He growled in frustration. "Come on you son of a bitch!" When it still didn't move he growled again before letting go and letting out a frustrated breath. He could see Cas out of the corner of his eye. He looked to the side.

Castiel was watching him with wide eyes and seemed to be breathing faster than normal. Dean rubbed the back of his hand across his forehead. Castiel's eyes followed every move. Surely he was not seeing it right but Castiel was looking at him with a barely veiled want. He licked his lips slowly and Dean had to look back at the car to not abandon his work and stalk over to Castiel and grab him and...no go to work.

He saw Castiel run a hand over his face. Dean kept working and tried not to imagine Castiel's look. Thankfully, Dean finished a few minutes later. "There you go." He closed the hood. "I should test drive it first to make sure I did fix the problem though." Castiel was standing beside him and nodded. He was quieter than usual. "Keys?" Castiel took out his keys and held them out. Dean slid his hand over Castiel's and picked up the keys.

They made eye contact the same time their hands touched. Castiel seemed to somehow be a little bit closer, but Dean must have been imagining it. He pulled his hand back and opened the driver door. "I'll be right back." He made a quick escape to take a drive around the block.

He pulled up beside Castiel after an uneventful drive. Everything was running perfectly. Dean handed the keys back, pulling his hand away before they could touch again. "Well, everything should be good for you now. Let me know if you have any problems." He gave Castiel a smile which he returned.

"Thanks, Dean. How much do I owe you?"

Dean waved his arm. "Don't worry about it. Just go tell Bobby I said you only had to pay for the small part I had to replace."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Why the charity, Dean?"

"What? I can't do something nice for a coworker?"

Castiel huffed a small laugh. "Thank you. If there's anything I can do to repay you, let me know."

Some scenarios flashed through his mind but Dean shook them off before he accidentally said one. "I will." Castiel headed in to pay Bobby.

Dean went home soon after and cleaned up, enjoying the empty apartment. Without really meaning to, Dean fell asleep on the couch with the TV playing quietly. His phone ringing woke him up a couple hours later. He rubbed his eyes as he woke up, trying to process what was making that noise.

When he realized it was his phone, he reached over and picked it up. He had a text from an unknown number.

He opened the message, 'Hi Dean, this is Castiel. Thanks again for my car. I wanted to make it up to you. Would you want to go get drinks or something? On me.' Dean smiled to himself.

He hit reply and typed out a response, 'Sure, where?'

About a minute later he got a response, 'There's a bar in town, The Brickbat. Do you know where it is?'

'No, I've never been there.'

'I can pick you up.'

'Okay, I'm over on Madison Street. In the apartment building.'

'Got it. I can be there about 7:30?'

Dean glanced at the clock it was almost seven. 'Sounds good. See you soon.'