An: I'm trying to write a novel, and in my head it had a great setting,a well rounded cast and a solid plot but all that pops into my head is fan-friknin-fiction, what's a girl to do? So after how many years..? I thought Id give in and have a wee scribble. This is painfully obviously going to be a boy on boy love story (eventually) because as I'm sure you all know, they are totally adorable and easy to write without ever having to bring in your own life. If you don't like slash, not totally sure why you bothered coming this far? If you do, I REALY hope you enjoy :)

This comes in somewhere around the start of season 7, so Spoilers. But not too many and I'll fiddle a lot so you don't need to worry too much. Oh and the rating will go up.

Chapter 1

He doesn't like to brag that often about it but he's at least as smart as any hunter should be, so when Dean Winchester finds himself in a park he vaguely remembers with a too blue sky and no memory of what came previously, well he's not going to show off about the fact that the hand that appeared on his shoulder didn't stay there long.

In a blink they are both on the floor, hunter on top of his prize with one elbow pressed hard against the offenders adams apple.

"Cas?"

"Indeed," wide blue eyes quickly become hooded and miserable "I am sorry to intrude."

Dean is doing his best I'm Sammy and I look like this 'cuz I'm a massive frikin bitch face in counter.

"How are you even here?" he doesn't mention that he doesn't know what the angel has intruded on because last time he saw Cas the guy was just a meat suit for Gods little black sheep society, and dead. Hell even the trench coat beneath him cant even be real, it is hidden under the drivers seat in the car. He knows, he checked on it...recently.

"I'm not entirely sure I am Dean. I feel very real, but this is your dream, and I'm not quite...what I was, perhaps I'm not." Blue eyes definitely don't meet green, Dean thinks if he'd made Cas up then they definitely would, because he wants to see if Angel boys lying and it'd be easer if they did. He huffs out a sigh.

"This is no dream of mine man, do you see a single busty Asian beauty? Cuz I sure as hell don't." He forcefully digs his elbow further into Cas's throat when he belatedly realizes the grips been easing off. To his credit the angel hasn't moved a fraction and does nothing with this renewed discomfort, his throat strains against forearm when he speaks again.

"Just... imagine them Dean, if that's what you want, this place is yours." Cas doesn't stop looking so grim and its hard to look at while trying to concentrate so Dean doesn't. He flexes the fingers that hold both Cas's hands above their heads and satisfied he's still in control he shuts his lids.

Miss September is a hot favorite, curves in all the right places and an ass to die for, but his heads noisy and every time he pictures her, naked flesh is quickly covered by a dripping wet trench coat. Hes super close to growling when he opens his eyes and drinks in the disheveled hair and piercing blue (now he looks) Dean does not like failing, not when he's trying. A flash of an idea hits him though and they are thrown into shadow almost immediately.

This hunter and his easy grin Cas thinks absently, is what he has missed most.

"Baby" the black and chrome lines, the wheels sinking an unfortunate amount in the grass the scratches soon to be polished out when he and Sammy get a few minutes peace. They are all exactly right, perfectly in place from this angle.

Dean is off the angel almost as quick as the car appeared running a hand reverently over the car he built with his own hands, again and again. Nothing short of perfect no matter how many times he'd had to do it.

"Nice work angel boy." Cas had no idea why he's getting the credit or why he's being aloud off the floor but he stays quiet as the other takes up a place on the hood, looking for all the world perfectly relaxed. "What the hells going on Cas?

Dean for his part, is actually a mess. He has missed Cas for months. He missed having someone look up to him like Sammy doesn't do any more, he missed having someone to fix things like his dad doesn't do any more, hell he'd even missed someone who got just how frikin awesome double cheese burgers were with him, like Lisa doesn't any more...

He's missed his angel of Thursday long before he'd gone on his little power trip and slowly Dean had started to blame himself for not being there, for not being what the struggling angel had needed. Not being strong enough, interested enough and well, like he'd told Sam after that run in with Osiris. Everything was Deans fault some how, so his best friend going dark side? Definitely Deans fault.

That said, he's a Winchester and Sam's probably battling Lucifer at that exact moment, and yeah Dean should have fixed Cas, but Cas shouldn't have screwed up or screwed Sam up.