Hey everyone,

I'm glad you click on my new piece of work that is celebrating the end of my hiatus...okay its been over for a couple of days, but i was preparing this during that time. I started this a couple of months back now and its completely out of hand. Its going to be spilt up kind of funny because techinally with the way I have decided to divide it instead of giving you one long fic...i am giving you two shorter ones...that trust me are still plenty long. The first half here is 45 five pages and the second half is still going...

Its some what of a cliche AU with Dean being a baretender, but ehh. I think its still a little different because it has Kara in it. She originally wasn't going to make an appearance...heck this fanfiction wasn't even planned. This whole thing was fairly spur of the moment just writing to see what happens kind of thing. Personally i think the vibe in this fic is fairly similar to How I Met Your Mother or maybe Friends. Everything happens at a fairly fast pace, but hopefully everything is clear and believable. Also thanks are in order for Hami...he read most of this already and gave me so good advice and good critism. Thanks very much =)

Anyways... Here is the frist chapter of the first half please Read, Review, and Enjoy =)

~Kai


He is the righteous man.

He is the man who attempted to save the world and failed.

He is the man who started his own downfall.

He is the man who is afraid.

He is the man who puts family above everything.

He is the man who tries to love and fails.

He is the man who wishes he could be anyone else.

He is the man who treasures innocence.

He is the man who sold his soul.

He is the man who wants to be the hero he can never be.

He is the man who longs to find anything that would be worth his time.

He is the man who suffers but does not mind.

He is the man who no one would want to be.

He is the man who deflects his pain.

He is the man who wants to have anything that he can hold on to.

He is the man who just wants to love and be loved in return.

He is the man who would like to be thanked but knows he never will.

He is the man who listens to his music to loud to avoid talking.

He is the man who tries to keep things together but most of the time he fails.

He is the man who hides behind jokes when uncomfortable.

He is the man who just wants to find peace, mostly within himself.

He is the man who watches out for his little brother.

He is the man who has to keep himself together even when he is falling apart.

He is the man who is a joy to be around, most days.

He is the man who wants to see what others see in him.

He is the man who was given a so many chances.

He is the man who will hopefully use those chances to help protect others.

He is the man who is above all other things is just a man.

Nothing more.

He is…..

Castiel tapped his pencil against the paper that was resting on the table in front of him. He couldn't bring himself to sign the man's name. Castiel placed his pencil down and looked over at the bar, where the man in question was leaning against it flirting with a couple of girls who had just entered the bar.

Castiel was appalled and enthralled by the man who was Dean Winchester.

Castiel had now been coming to the same bar every day for weeks…months now, and never, not once had been ever uttered one word of friendly conversation. It was always the same phrases day in and day out 'What's your poison?' or 'The usual?'. Castiel even doubted that the man knew his name. But in Castiel's case that wasn't uncommon. He tended to blend in and be unnoticeable. He was just a part of the crowd that surrounded Dean, but what he wouldn't give for Dean to just speak to him, just once. (Like really speak with him)

He was normal… to normal. The only abnormal thing about him was his name, and in all truth he himself wasn't particularly a fan of it. It had caused him so much grief growing up; beening named after an angel, and not even one that people even knew. 'The angel of Thursday', seriously?

He shrugged his shoulders and looked down at his scribbling once more. He had always wished he could be a writer, but in all honesty he had a well paying job that he couldn't bring himself to quiet from, even if he did loath it and all his co- workers. (Okay, not all but most.)

He sighed and pushed the paper and pencil away from him and across to the empty side of the booth. He looked back over at Dean who was still flirting shamelessly with the girls, which was yet again was a harsh reminder to Castiel that the man wasn't gay and wouldn't be interested.

"What are you working on now Cas?" The bright cheerful voice of his roommate Kara sounded and he ripped his gaze from Dean and over to the curly blond girl who taken a seat across from him in the booth.

"Nothing Kara." He stammered and he quickly began to reach for the paper to bring it back over towards him, but Kara was too quick and she snatched it up and read it.

"Wow, this is amazing Cas. You're really talented." She said with a smile as she handed the paper back over to Castiel, who ears were reddening due to Kara's praise.

"It's not that good, plus it's not even finished." He mumbled into his palm as he avoided eye contact by staring down at the paper.

"Well all you got to do is sign the name of the cute bartender that you have, like, this huge crush on and you're golden." She chuckled as she began to wave over at the bar to get Dean's attention.

"What are you doing?" Castiel hissed as he crinkled the paper into a crumpled up ball as he watched Dean start to approach their booth.

"Getting a drinking, what does it look like?" Kara answered sharply.

"Oh and here I thought it was just because you wanted to torture me." Castiel hissed in a low voice as Dean got closer.

"Nope, just a bonus." She cheerfully as beautiful smile spread across her face as Dean finally arrived to take her drink order.

"Hey. What can I get for you?" Dean said brightly as he placed his hands at the end of the booth causing his muscular arms to flex and lock as he leaned forward closer to Kara.

Kara giggled and then said "gin and tonic, oh and can you get my boyfriend over here a scotch on the rocks."

Castiel's eyes grew wide as he looked from Dean to Kara who was just smirking. Dean's locked arms suddenly went limp as he nodded quickly and turned on his heel, heading back to the bar rather quickly.

"Why the hell did you say that?" Castiel hissed once more.

"Because if I didn't he would have continued to flirt with me and that would have just upset you. I understand about being reluctant to get back in the game after the way your horrid ex-boyfriend dumped you, but setting your sights on a strait man isn't the answer." She sighed as she reached across the table gathering Castiel's hands in hers.

Castiel shrugged. He knew what Kara was saying ways true. He knew that as long as he held on to hopes with Dean he wouldn't have to suffer the heartbreak like he had done before. Castiel knew that Dean was a safe choice because nothing could happen. Thus eliminating the chance for heartbreak, which was all Castiel wanted.

"Can we not talk about him?" Castiel sighed as he ran his tongue over his lower lip.

"Alright, but I am just worried about you Cas. I mean I would like to see you happy, and not sitting in the same bar at the same booth every day." She said in a concerned voice as she tried to give Castiel a reassuring smile.

Castiel squeezed her hand, and just then Dean Winchester had chosen to show up with their drinks at that particular moment. Castiel abruptly pulled away from Kara his cheeks reddening in the process.

"Looks like you got a cherry here." Dean chuckled as he set down Kara's gin and tonic. Castiel felt his face burn even hotter if that was at all possible.

"Believe me, he's no cherry. He likes to keep me up screaming his name." Kara said seductively as Dean's eyes grew wide in surprise. Dean then quickly set down Castiel scotch and hurried back over to the bar once again.

"God damn it Kara! Why did you have to go and say something like that?" Castiel groaned as he shoved his face into his hands, muffling his words.

"Trust me babe. You'll thank me later." She said coolly as she took a little sip of her drink.

"I don't possibly see how, but I'll take your word for it." Castiel muttered bitterly as he took a long sip of his scotch. He felt it burn his throat, but he didn't mind. Scotch was a taste he had required when he had been dating the man he didn't want to talk or think about it at the moment.

Just past one thirty Dean yelled 'Last call'. Kara shook her head, but Castiel got up and stumbled up to the bar. He had already had three beers, two scotches, and half of Kara's gin and tonic. He was now quiet tipsy.

"Cas. Maybe you should call it good." Kara muttered as she watched Castiel stumble away.

"You know? I have come into this bar hundreds of times and this is the first time I have gotten this drunk. It feels great. I feel alive for the first time." Castiel slurred as his body collided with the bar.

He laughed as his eyes locked onto Dean, who was currently wiping down a few tall beer glasses. He waved enthusiastically and Dean raised any eyebrow as he headed over towards the man.

"Are you sure you want another?" Dean asked in a low voice as Castiel nodded his head up and down vigorously. "You know what? I think I have to cut you off. Not just for your sake, but the sake of your sweet girlfriend." Dean said in a level voice as Castiel frowned.

"She's not my girlfriend actually I'm …" He was cut off suddenly because Kara had grabbed his arm and had begun dragging him to the door. Dean blinked in surprise as he watched them leave. He sighed and looked over at the booth the couple had used and noticed that it needed to be bussed. He waltzed over to it and noticed a crumpled piece of paper resting beside the scotch glass that now just held melting ice.

Curiosity quickly got the better of him as he unwrinkled it. He stared at it for a moment, until finally he slumped down into the booth quickly forgetting about bussing the table completely.


Castiel leaned upon Kara as he half walked and half stumbled down the street.

"If I had known you were a 'lose all common sense drunk' then I wouldn't have let you have those three beers. Just what the hell were you thinking?" She sighed as she continued to lead Castiel back to their place.

"I was thinking I would really like to get a stick up my ass." Castiel slurred and Kara rolled her eyes. She really shouldn't have asked.

After walking three blocks they arrived back at their place they and Kara gently helps Castiel up the stairs into their apartment and into his bed. She leans in the doorway of Castiel's room watching Castiel snuggle deeply into the throws of blankets. Damn he was cute. It was such a shame that he was gay.

"Goodnight Cas." She said in a low sweet voice. She smiled when she heard Castiel grunt in return and she turned heading down the hall to her own room.