A.N.: This is my first Destiel fic so go easy on me. I want to know what you think. Please tell me what you think.

Portuguese is my mother language so you might find some words misspelled. Please let me know if you find things that don't make sense.

These are the character's thoughts.

Chapter 1 – The Bar

It was almost three a.m. and Dean was still awake.

He couldn't sleep, he had tried to listen to some music, he tried to watch one of those shows on TV but he just wanted to know more about it, and he paid more attention to it, than he should have had.

Despite the fact that he ignored what people would think about him if they knew that he was watching "Gossip Girl" he didn't care. There was only one person that could be capable of finding that he watched two episodes, and that person is his brother Sam. And right now, Sam was sleeping in the room next door (yep, Dean checked if Sammy was still asleep when he started watching the show).

He was trying not to think about anything, but when he watched the episode, he wanted to know if those guys Chuck and Blair were going to be together. He thought that they were so much alike, and they obviously liked each other, so why not just admit it already?!

Obviously, after those two episodes, he wanted to sleep even less, so he just got up, and wandered into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, his arm went to the cold spot and tried to grab a beer, instead he grabbed air.

"What?!" said Dean, looking inside the fridge only to find out they were out of drinks.

After thinking for a few seconds, he understood that Sam wouldn't notice if he was out for a couple of hours, so he grabbed his wallet, his phone, his house keys and his Baby's keys.

Thinking that if Sam woke up in the middle of the night and tried to look for him, he would be worried to find Dean's room empty just like the rest of their place, so Dean picked up a paper and wrote "I'm going to The Bar. We're out of drinks, maybe I'll buy some more in my way back if I remember."

He thought that it was enough like this and he left.

He got to The Bar, and ordered a glass of Scotch. He was one of the about ten people in there (counting with the two waiters and himself). There were two women and one of them was with a men. Dean wanted some company, but he thought that a women wouldn't understand him, so he stayed in his seat for a while.

A couple of shots later, a guy entered The Bar and seated next to Dean.

Dean looked at him. He was wearing a suit and a trench coat. The guy looked even more miserable than Dean himself.

"Hey buddy. You look awful, if you need to talk, I don't mind hearing you out." Dean said. That was something he would want if he was that miserable.

The guy looked at Dean, his eyes were watery and he had a really sad face.

"Thanks. But no thanks." He replied.

Dean was amazed. That guy's eyes were so blue. He thought that he could get lost in those eyes, and never come back to reality. And his voice… That guy's voice was so sexy.

"Alright. My name's Dean Winchester."

He didn't know why he just introduced himself to that person. This was the first time they met, and most likely they would never meet again. Still, he wanted to hear that voice a bit more. Even though he was bisexual he always preferred women rather than men, but right now he couldn't care less if a women striped in front of him, while he was talking to that men.

"Hello Dean. My name is Castiel." he said.

When Castiel said his name, Dean got a shiver. That name was probably the best name he ever heard of, and that voice saying it made it even better.

"Castiel? That's a great name! I wish I had a name as awesome as that one!" said Dean with a smile, trying to make Castiel smile. He didn't know why but he would love to see Castiel smile.

Castiel looked at him surprised.

"Really? Most people think it's awful, and just call me Cas, or never talk to me again."

Dean's eyebrows arched.

"What kind of people have you been talking to?! Castiel is a great name! I agree that it's a bit mouthful but Castiel is great!" Dean was not just trying to make Castiel smile anymore. He was dead serious. "But if you want me to call you Cas, I can do it."

"Whatever, I'm fine with both." He replied quickly.

"Alright Cas. You just can't be fine with people not wanting to talk to you because of your name. So what's wrong with them?!" Dean sounded so serious that Castiel was surprised.

"Well, most of them think that I'm not interesting, but there are also people who think that my interest are too boring, so they give up trying to know me." He replied as simply as he could.

Dean was astonished.

"How can people be so self-centered? What the hell do you tell them?"

Castiel thought for a second.

"Well, normally they ask me personal questions, and they don't like to hear me answer them."

"You can't be that bad. Can I try?" Dean asked curious.

"If you really want to. Let me just say this… It was nice talking to someone just for a bit, thank you."

"What do you do with your free time?" Started Dean.

"I like to take walks. It's something that calms me down." He simply answered.

"I like that too. See! I'm not going to leave you alone just because of that." Dean smiled.

Castiel looked Dean in the eyes. Dean was different than everyone Cas had ever met.

"What do you do? I mean, what's your job?" Dean was curious, what could Castiel do to make people run away from him?!

"I'm a photographer. I love to take pictures… Buildings, nature, animals… Everything."

Cas' lips starting to form a smile.

"Well, I would love to see some of your pictures." Dean was really interested in all lot of things. He loved action. He was a cop, so he was always running trying to catch a "bad guy" so he liked to calm himself down by watching crappy shows and see photographs.

"Really?" Cas was really surprised. "Usually, by now, people say that anyone can take pictures. And they stop paying attention to the conversation."

"Next question… Hmm… Let me see… Do you like to read?"

Cas' eyes started glowing. He was excited with that question.

"Yes! I love to read!" Not wanting to scare Dean away he stopped there.

"And… What kind of books do you like?" Dean asked, smiling.

"I like classics like Shakespeare, I like fantasy books like Harry Potter, I like mythology books more than anything… like Percy Jackson, Dark Hunter…" suddenly Cas shut his mouth.

He looked like he regretted saying what he just said. If Dean knew what the books were about, he would never talk to him again. And Cas was starting to like the guy.

"Any problem Cas?" asked Dean, noticing the sudden change in Cas' humor.

"Hmm.. Nothing. I-It's just… I-I shouldn't ha-have said that." He was stuttering a lot.

"What? That you like to read books about having sex with hot guys?" asked Dean.

Castiel looked at him horrified. "How does he know?!" was all that Cas could think about.

"I don't see how that could make anyone get away from someone." Dean said simply.

"What?" Cas couldn't believe it. "How do you know that?"

Dean blushed.

"Well… This is one of my guilty pleasures. I like to read those books. I mean, you read of them, and you have to read the next one… You just can't stop!"

Cas looked at Dean. He looks cute when he blushes Cas thought, and then blushed himself for thinking of those things, he had just met the guy, for god's sake!

"You shouldn't be ashamed for liking what you like!" Dean told him.

Suddenly Cas looked at the waiter and asked for a beer.

"What do you tell people to make want to never talk to you?"

"They just get bored with me. I usually talk too much, and then they think I don't want to talk to them, that I want to scare them off… At least that's what my brother says they think."

Dean looked at him.

"And your brother thinks that too?" he was starting to feel really sorry for this guy. No friends, and even his brother didn't like him?!

"No. Gabriel is my best friend. He is the only one that understands me." Castiel replied shortly.

"That better be it. If anyone messed with Sammy like that I would fucking kill them." Dean said angrily.

"Sammy?" Cas asked out loud, but in his mind he was thinking Please don't be your boyfriend. Please don't be your boyfriend. Please don't be your boyfriend.

"Sammy… My baby brother." Dean answered with a fond smile.

"Baby brother? How old is he?" Castiel wanted to know more about this guy Dean. He was nice enough to still be talking to him, so he should be a nice enough person for him to befriend.

"Well… He's no exactly a baby… But he will always be my baby brother." Dean replied. "He's twenty two. Four years younger than me…"

Still smiling, Dean looked at Cas. He had no idea why he just let Cas know his age, but he felt like it was important to share that with him.

"Well… I have to wake up early tomorrow, so maybe…" said Castiel, looking at his watch. "WHAT?! IT'S 4 AM?! Sorry, Dean. I have to get going or I won't wake up tomorrow… hmm.. today. Sorry! And thanks for talking with me."

And with that Cas paid what he drank, he got out of there, leaving Dean alone.