The last time he had done this was when he was a kid. And even as a kid then, it pissed him off. He blamed Sam. If it wasn't for Sam he wouldn't have to be getting a bus right now. Dean could complain about buses all his life. No comfort, always having to sit beside someone, not being able to sing at the top of his lungs along to his music, not being able to stop whenever he wanted, this just completely sucked. Oh and not to mention people always staring at him when he got on buses. He wanted to ring Sam right now and give him hell.

He wished he had his baby, but sadly it is back at Bobby's house getting repaired after he had been involved in a crash a few weeks ago. Dean was more upset about how his car looked than how he felt. No matter how many times Dean was being told how lucky he was to get out of that car alive, the car being smashed between a wall and a lorry, he always just nodded, he knew he was lucky, but his goddamn car. He had gotten so worked up with trying to fix it Bobby had rung up Sam and told him he was sending Dean to him for the weekend. Dean didn't mind until Bobby wouldn't give him a car to drive because Bobby thought Dean needs to heal more and no driving for another few weeks, which led to getting on a bus to visit Sam.

Sam has been in college for the last two years and of course, Dean and Bobby couldn't be prouder. But they missed him a ton. He is two hours away from them and even though it's not that far, Dean misses seeing his brother every day. They had spent years and years together every day, but once the gates to Hell were closed and Heaven got back on the right track again, thanks to Sam and Dean, there was nothing left to hunt for them. And three years have gone by with no sign of cases, no word about Heaven or Hell, just nothing. It just stopped. And instead of waiting every day for a new case, just for anything, they decided they had to go on with their lives and if anything ever did come up, they would deal with it when it did. Would anything ever happen in the world of hunting again?

So Sam went back to finish college. He took a different route though; he's becoming a history teacher. Hunting taught him a lot but it made him realise all the research there is of the past, he loved learning about it and even though it wasn't necessarily supernatural stuff he would learn and teach, it is still history, and he loved it. Dean on the other hand never wanted or would go to college. Instead he worked with Bobby repairing vehicles and a year ago Bobby signed the scrap yard over to Dean. He along with Bobby rebuilt the place and it was a damn good job. You wouldn't think it is Bobby's old place anymore.

They are happy, they are all really happy and they are family. This is their life now and they don't regret hunting one bit at all because if none of that had happened, it would have all been different, good or bad, they would never know.

Dean looked down the bus row and of course it is full. He walks down to the back, hoping there are seats and that whoever he sits next to isn't going to talk to him for the whole way. He sees a guy with his hood up, his head against the window and even though Dean can't see his face he's pretty sure he's asleep. He takes the seat next to him and puts down his bag on the ground.

He feels like his nerdy brother with his bag, but he needed one seeing as he is staying the weekend with Sam. Not that there is much in his bag except for food. He knows Sam will just have healthy food and he hasn't got a clue what the shops around him will have.

The bus starts moving again and he has two hours to kill on a bus. Sam told him to get an IPod, but in the words of Dean, They are stupid with their stupid little headphones. Dean tried once to listen to Sam's but he didn't even get through half of the song before throwing it back at Sam and nearly knocking him out. So Dean crosses his arms and looks out of the window. His eyes glance to the guy asleep every few minutes; he hasn't moved an inch yet, good. He leans over a little to see his face, but the hood is covering most of it.

If the guy next to him was Sam instead of a random stranger a million ideas would run through Dean's head, all about what to do to him while he's sleeping. He feels tempted to do something to this dude, but then he remembers that that might be a little creepy.

It's been half an hour on the bus and Dean already feels like jumping out the exit of it. He decides to text Sam.

I hate buses. Damn Bobby and YOU for not letting me drive yet. I have gone through worse than a car crash. I've been to Hell remember!

The noise of the message after being sent is loud enough to wake the guy beside Dean. Dean would beat himself if he wasn't on a bus. The guy lifts his head up and pulls down his hood. Dean pretends to be on his phone. The guy has earphones in his ears and Dean glances over at the guy's hands to see him taking out an IPod from his pocket. He pulls out the earphones and looks over at Dean who doesn't take his eyes away from the guy's face. Now it's the guy's turn to stare at Dean. He never even noticed someone sitting down beside him. He gives a shy smile to Dean.

"I never noticed anyone sitting beside me." Dean nods his head a little and then looks in front of him, clearing his throat.

"You um…you were asleep and I was afraid that anyone else I would sit beside to wouldn't shut up, so…" The guy chuckles and starts wrapping the earphones' wire around the IPod that isn't on.

"I'm not the only unsocial one then. I don't even listen to the IPod. It just stops people from talking to me." He shrugs his shoulders and looks at Dean who looks back at him.

"Well, I guess seeing as you're unsociable too and can be honest about it, I don't mind you. What's your name Mr. Unsociable?" Dean is surprised at himself for even talking to this guy. He wouldn't usually. It has nothing to do with the fact that Dean thinks that this guy is unusual and feels like Dean in a way. There's just something about him.

"Cast…Casey Novak." He nearly slipped up, like he does every time. The name doesn't feel right, but it's the closest to his real first name. He wanted to tell this guy, My name is Castiel. He knew that maybe he could, but saying his real name out loud to someone he just met would feel like somehow, this guy would find out who he was. But how could he?

"Okay, Casey. My name is Dean."

"No last name, Dean?" That name makes Castiel smile, but why?

"I don't tell strangers my last name, Casey Novak." Dean lets himself chuckle at the look on Castiel's face.

"I would hardly call myself a stranger. We bonded over not wanting to bond with people." Castiel picks up his bag and throws his IPod into it. He takes out his bottle of water and puts the bag back onto the ground. He looks like he's thinking about something.

"What?" Dean asks "You look like you're thinking of murdering someone."

"I want a burger. Like, really badly want one." Castiel says to himself and takes a drink from his water. Dean likes this guy more every second that passes.

"Dude, I was fine. I was hardly thinking about food and then you mention burgers and now that is what I am going to think about for the next hour and a half." He hates this guy and likes him at the same time. He probably won't get a decent burger for the next two days now thanks to Sam.

"Good thing we are stopping in half an hour near a lot of food places. They always do it seeing as there are people on the bus for hours." Castiel could not wait for his burger, he knew he should stop eating so many of them but come on; he is never going to do that. "If you are being serious with me, I will buy you a burger when we get there." Okay, Dean doesn't understand why he is acting like this. He never buys anyone food. Only for himself, but Castiel just made him have hope that he can survive this trip.

Castiel nods in agreement and gives Dean a smile. He would never usually agree with someone buying him food, but he liked this guy, more than he felt he should.

He hadn't trusted anyone in years except for his sister because she was all he could trust. Every time he thinks about everything that has happened, he forgets more and more of it, every time. A flashback appears in his mind of he and his sister running. Then everything starts to fade and someone is standing in front of them smiling, and then he's back in the bus with someone he just met. Maybe he will ask his sister when he sees her today if she ever has these flashbacks. When memories like this happen they try to tell each other what they can remember and put the pieces together. How they are now here on Earth and they are safe.

The last thing either of them can remember is taking away their own grace and the next second being on earth and beginning to start a life here because it's what they wanted and what they got.

The worse thing about being human is that every day their memories as Angels fade more and more and eventually, one day they won't remember anything that happened when they were Angels, just the fact they were angels who wanted out.

"Okay, I honestly didn't think I would taste a great burger for days, but… boy I was wrong." Dean looked at his burger with eyes that looked like they had seen the first ever burger to be made. Castiel had already finished his burger five minutes ago. He couldn't look at his burger forever without eating it all, but Dean could and that made Cas laugh. Their bus wasn't leaving for another ten minutes. So they sat at the bus station café and waited till it was departing again.

"So where are you heading to, Casey?" Dean paused "I don't like that name. I'm gonna call you…Cas." Dean said as he puts his down burger for a second.

Your name is Castiel. Dude, no, that sounds too old. I'm calling you Cas.

"Buddy, come back to life for me." Castiel's eyes fell open and looked to the amused Dean.

"Sorry, I have memories suddenly sometimes with my past ." Castiel tries pulling himself out of the words and the blurry figure he saw in front of him.

"It's okay. I do too with things. So Cas, you didn't answer me, where you going? To a girlfriend…boyfriend…any living thing?" The side of Castiel's mouth curled up at the words. Honestly, he had never been in a relationship, unless watching TV shows could be called being in a relationship. Castiel, or as Dean calls him now, Cas, shakes his head.

"No, nothing like that. I am visiting my sister in college. She just started this year." Cas is very proud of her. They had been true so much together and to see his sister really happy, made Cas just as happy.

"Let me guess, AIOT?" Cas nods. "My brother's there too. Been there for two years now. I'm going there today as well. What are the chances my brother and your sister know each other?"

"Well, my sister likes to know everyone."

"And my brother likes to be super friendly and chat with everyone, so yeah apparently, very big chance."

"What are the chances you would end up sitting beside me when we're going to the same place?" Cas says. He doesn't expect an answer, but he is going to get one. Dean folds his arms across his chest and then onto the table and looks Cas straight in the eyes.

"Well, Cas, I only sit beside unsociable handsome guys." At that second the announcement that the bus would be leaving in two minutes is announced over the speakers. Castiel didn't hear it, but Dean did. "Alright let's get going bus-buddy to visit our siblings." Dean took the last bite of his burger, got up and took his bag from the chair. Cas looked to Dean standing up and guessed he should be doing that too, so he does, pushing the thing Dean said to the back of his mind.

Dean walks in front of Castiel to the bus and grins to himself. Well, a part of that is a lie, but the handsome part, Cas is just that. And he had said 'screw gender' years ago. Even though he had only ever been with girls, it didn't mean he would never be with a guy. One day he could like girls, but the next he could meet a guy and like him. It's the person you fall for, right? Not the gender.

Okay, Cas hasn't got a clue when it comes to liking anyone, let alone falling for somebody he just met less than an hour ago. He had learned about relationships and love and whatever else from TV and films. But his sister had said it was all so far fetched that it wasn't the way it worked in reality. But Cas thought different. Why could it not be? There are billions of people in the world, they all have different lives, no one knows everyone's story about everything and so yes, love in shows and films could be truly real. They had to get it from somewhere.

"I'm sorry, you what? How have you never heard of any of those bands? You would have had to be in coma to not hear about those bands and I am sure even people in comas have heard of the greatest bands ever." Dean just could not understand it. This guy, Cas, he really is something else.

"You seem…passionate about this music they play?" Cas knew the answer already, but it's all he knew what to say too, Dean.

"That's one word for it. Your sister will probably know them. Wait, seeing as we are going to the same place and staying for the weekend, I am going to find you and rob my brother's laptop to let you listen to them because you have not lived until you have listened to their music." Dean says when they're stepping out of the bus. He doesn't want it this to be the last time he sees Cas, and seeing as they are going to the same place, why not.

"I'll take your word for it. I might have heard their songs in shows and films. I watch a lot of them." Dean gets a little nervous when Cas doesn't mention anything about meeting up. Crap. Maybe he shouldn't have… "And yes, we can do that. My sister will probably drive me mad in the first few hours and I'll need to escape." Okay, so now he can relax a little, but he still needs a little hint to see if Cas has a little interest in him. He has never looked at another guy or seen another guy in the way he sees Casey. "What about tonight? At 10 O'clock? Sitting somewhere around the college. I'll be the guy hiding from his sister."

"And I'll be the guy running from his brother." There are no more words after that because Cas falls back asleep in minutes. Dean looks at the sleeping Cas every so often. He isn't wearing the hood now and well, Dean can see much better now.

Don't be a creep, Dean. DON'T. BE. A, CREEP.

Hi! So this is a little story I finished a few months back and was getting it corrected and then only had enough time now to look through it again and put it up! I was going to put it all up in one go. It's about 18 to 19 thousand words so I will split it in at least three parts, if not four. Really hope you enjoyed it so far and let me know your thoughts on it! Next chapter up on TUESDAY :D Thank you a lot for reading! AND too JOHANNA for being the first too read this and making it better...THANK YOU! :)

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