"Another, please." Dean set down the empty glass on the counter. He was at a bar, something he hadn't done for quite some time. He thought he had learned a while ago that the bottom of the glass certainly did not have any answers to any of his problems.

The bartender, a cute blonde girl who at some point in Dean's life a long time ago would have hit on, put her hands on her hips and sized Dean up. "I think you've had enough." She nodded her head in agreement with her own statement.

Dean turned his head slowly from side to side looking at the other inhabitants of the bar. Or rather lack thereof. What time was it again? "I think I could use just a bit more." He said, defiantly.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Nope."

"If I get you another, will you talk?"

"Maybe."

She grabbed the glass and slowly filled it up. "Now talk." She carefully placed the filled glass in front of him.

"I got into it with my husband." He said, looking at her with the "are you happy now" face. Then he began chugging the drink.

"Hmm. Do you love him?"

Dean removed the glass from his lips a bit angrily, "Of course, I love him."

"Was it something so bad that he wouldn't forgive you?"

"How do you know it was my fault?" He looked at her with fire in his eyes. She didn't know their relationship and she certainly didn't know him, how could she comment on their problems?

"Well, most people who come to a bar and drink until their liver turns black do it because of guilt."

Dean looked at the girl with his lips pursed. "I said some things and we just..." He sighed. "Well apparently we don't what each other wants as much as we thought we did. You'd think with five years of marriage we would have figured that out earlier." He looked down into his glass at the half still remaining.

"Maybe you two just need to go back to what made you guys so happy before." And with that she walked off to help another customer who had just sat down.

Dean looked up from his glass and absentmindedly stared in front of him. The memory of the first time he met his husband occupied his thoughts.

Dean walked up to the apartment and knocked on the large grey door. He couldn't believe Sam talked him into this. Well, then again, his little brother could practically convince him to do anything.

"Dean!" Sam opened the door, ecstatic to see his older brother. "Come in." Dean stepped in to the large, open apartment that Sam shared with Clara. Clara was a petit, brunette, Zooey Deschanel type of girl. Its Clarr-uh, not Clair-uh, Dean remembered her instructing him when they first met. The apartment was filled with people that Dean didn't recognize. In other words, it was filled with all of Clara's friends. It was a big birthday party to celebrate Clara turning twenty-five. Sam invited Dean so that he wouldn't feel so out of place with all the people he didn't know in his apartment.

"Dean!" Dean rolled his eyes at the familiar British accent. "Come here, I have someone you have to meet." Clara ran over and grabbed Dean's hand. She dragged him through the people to the snack table at the back. Sam followed close behind.

There was a lonely looking guy standing by himself eyeing the sliders.

"Castiel! Here he is. Dean, this is Castiel. Castiel, this is Dean."

"Hi….Castiel?" Dean looked at Clara, then his brother, then back at Castiel. Castiel was donned in a pair of black dress pants and a slim fitting white dress shirt. Dean looked at himself in just a plain black cotton shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Hi." Castiel gave a sheepish reply.

Sam and Clara looked at each other. "Well, I just thought you two would get along. Since, you both don't really know anyone at the party. And Dean you're very chatty." Clara said, smiling at both of them. Was she expecting some kind of instant best friend connection between us?

"Dean, isn't Castiel pretty handsome?" Clara said with the smile still spread across her face. Was she expecting more? I mean I know I haven't gotten laid in a while, but I wasn't so desperate to go for the other team.

"I'd make a gay joke, butt fuck it." Dean chuckled to himself and added an "Okay," under his breath when no one else laughed. He then looked at Castiel. His dark hair brilliantly brought out his ice blue eyes, which Dean took proper notice of. He was a bit oddly attracted to the strange man. "Uh, yeah. He's got a nice…uh hair."

Dean turned to the table to grab a slider. Everything else looked like fancy finger foods, which he was definitely not interested in. "Yum." His mouth was full when he turned to look at the three of them staring at him.

"Whaa?" He said, still chewing.

"So, maybe you two can discuss an apparent common interest in cheeseburgers." Clara said. "But we've got to get back to socializing. You two have fun now." She smiled and dragged a reluctant Sam with her.

"You know for just being roommates, he is very compliant to do whatever she tells him to do." Dean said to Castiel, who was now back to looking at the mini hamburgers. "Dude, why don't you just grab one?"

Tentatively, Castiel picked up a plate and then picked up a burger. "I'm very picky with my burgers. It disturbs me that they are so small."

"Same. I have half a mind to just ditch this place and find a diner that has actual people sized food."

Castiel laughed. "Clara would kill me if I left."

"You want a drink?" Dean asked, the burger made his mouth dry.

"Sure." They walked over to the bar and got two beers.

"So, how do you even know Clara?" Dean asked as they sat down on an empty couch in a quiet corner.

"Well, I met her and Sam our freshman year at college. Everyone thought they were the most adorable couple, until everyone realized they weren't actually together."

"They sure do act like it." Dean took a sip of his drink.

"Yeah. Well, later Clara became my best friend."

"So, how come you nor Sam actually know her friends then?" This was always a curious thing to Dean.

"We're her two guy friends. I don't know if you've noticed, but everyone else here is female. I think that's why Clara introduced us. I believe she mentioned something about wanting to keep them safe from your sex antics." Dean looked around the room. So they are all females.

"Sex antics, huh? Well jokes on her. I haven't gotten laid in like two months." Dean's faced turned maroon. "I have no idea why I just told you that."

"Its fine." Castiel laughed. "Try no sex for twenty-four years."

"Twenty-four years? Are you telling me you're a virgin?"

"Yup."

"By choice?"

"Well, I just haven't 'found the right person.'" Castiel mimicked quotation marks in the air. "Sounds cliché or whatever, but I don't know. I have a firm belief in waiting for the right person."

"Hey, man, you're not getting slack from me. I'm just here to tell you, you're missing out." Dean took another sip. "So, now that we've gotten the most personal details out, what do you like to do Cas?"

"Cas? No one's ever called me that before." He smiled, because for the first time he, Castiel Novak, had a nickname. "Uh, I enjoy running." Dean looked at how Cas's clothes were a bit tight, highlighting his clearly defined muscles. I bet you do. "I learned from a young age, it's the best way to get away from…problems." His eyes looked down at the floor, sadness swimming into his eyes. "You know Mercury Park?"

"Yeah, with the huge pond?"

"Yeah. You wouldn't believe how mind altering it is just to run around the water. It's the smell. It smells…like…well it's just an amazing scent to breath in when running around." Was I over sharing? I don't do this. Well, you already told him you're a virgin. I need to just be quiet. No one appreciates when I over share. Ugh, I can't look at him. Here's this great guy and somehow I manage to screw up a friendship in less than ten minutes.

"That sounds amazing. You'll have to take me some time." Dean smiled. He did feel a peculiar connection with this stranger. He couldn't get over his phenomenal almost black, messy, sexy hair. The thought of pushing his fingers through Cas's hair popped into Dean's head for just a second.

Cas seemed surprised by Dean's interest in his self-proclaimed lame running pastime and looked up from the floor. For the first time that night, Cas's blue eyes met Dean's and the look sent a visible shiver through Dean. Well damn, those eyes get a man to question his sexuality.

Dean couldn't remember much more after that. His head was too occupied by his thoughts of the "first sight." He did, however, remember coming home that night and not being able to sleep because all he could think about was Cas's dark messy hair and contrasting blue eyes and the fact that he wanted so desperately to see him again.

"Castiel, baby, I don't like seeing you like this." Clara curled up next to a crying Castiel on her bed.

"He said he didn't want kids, Clara. And then he had the gall to point out that I should be the one with the problem with having kids." Clara winced and wrapped her arms around Castiel.

"How low does a person have to be?" She sneered.

"I just…" Castiel grabbed a tissue from the box on the bed. "I don't think I can be with him anymore. I think we need a divorce." Castiel cried into one of Clara's pillows. Karen looked up from Castiel to see Sam peering in with eyebrows furrowed. He disappeared into his room and left only Clara and a depressed, crying Castiel.

A/N: So, this is my first time writing something like this. Hope you enjoyed reading this bit. I have like 6 other chapters written and I'm still working on the rest. Reviews/Constructive Criticism would be lovely and greatly appreciated! Thank you for reading!