Cas was confused, to say the least. Confusion was a norm for him since he had first landed on earth but this, this was more. He had no answers, no leads, nothing and no one to turn to for help. Dean was the source of the confusion, a rare occurrence since Dean was usually the one to explain the mortal world to him. It had all started a few days ago.

They were on a hunt, Dean and Sam. It was a run of the mill haunting in Pleasantville, USA, nothing difficult or abnormal. Sam was being Sam and doing research about who the ghost might be whilst Dean was at the local hole in the wall bar. The smell of beer and bikers wafted through the air along with something that suspiciously reminded Dean of Porta-Pots. That's where the trouble started for Dean. As he sat at the grimy, worn bar on a lumpy bar stool that looked straight out of the 80's with it worn leather and creaky legs, Dean slumped tiredly over a beer. Granted, this was not usually after a long hunt, which was basically all of them ever, but this particular day there were girls around. Hot girls. And Dean was doing nothing, despite their urging him to flirt. After all, he was quite attractive. No, Dean had another person on his mind, specifically a dark haired angel. Dean had tried to rid his brain of all the unsavory, at least to him, thoughts but it was no use. He had to accept it at some point. He was in love with Castiel, Angel of Thursday. Maybe. Kind of. But he wasn't gay right? At least he never thought so. But Cas, Cas was something else, and Dean knew it from the moment he saw Cas. And he affection only grew as he got to know Cas. And besides, who could resist those blue eyes, black hair, trench coat, there was something about the trench coat-

-Fuck, Dean cursed to himself, I have it bad.

"Hey sexy, looking for a good time?" a blonde, well endowed women lusted to Dean. After a few moments of awkward silence with Dean glowering at his beer, she turned away with a huff of annoyance. She wasn't used to being denied by anyone.

Dean couldn't do that to Cas, the sweet innocent little angel. Well, he couldn't without a significant amount of alcohol in him. And that's exactly what he planned to do tonight, get wasted and forget all this feelings shit. He wasn't cut out for it, being raised by a father who basically was never home and never cared. Yeah, he was thinking about his father it was definatly time to get shit-faced.

"Sam, I will ask you one more time. Where. Is. Dean." Cas growled as he towered over Sam in the living room at Bobby's house. Sam sat in a leather chair surrounded by books worn from use and stacks of papers, presumably for research.

Cas was angry, to say the least. As soon as he heard same was back, Cas went to Bobby's expecting to find Dean there. But there was no Dean, although the Impala rested in the driveway. Dean almost never let Sam drive, so Cas knew something bad had happened.

So far, Sam had told him nothing of his brothers where abouts. And that was really starting to piss Cas off.

Sam, looking stricken, pressed his mouth tighter, which one might have thought impossible. But no, he couldn't betray Dean again. He had promised not to disclose his location, and after all the lying Same had done he figured this was the least he could do for his brother.

"Fine," Cas said with a huff. "We will do this the hard way. "

Okay, so this is defiantly my first fanfic as you can tell. So yeah basically tell me what you thought blah blah blah reviews are much appreciated!

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Sophie