Cas woke up the next morning, his head aching. "Ugh, stupid concert." he shuffled over to the shower. He smelled like weed and booze. He hadn't done either but the other concert attendees had and the stink had rubbed off on him. Cas let the hot water run over his face, running his hands through his dark hair. His mind went back to Dean. It was a shame that he was such a jerk, then again the beautiful ones always were. Cas shook his head in disgust. He didnt want to think about Dean anymore, not his beautiful green eyes, or his deep rumbling voice. "No. No. No!" Cas scolded himself. He hated Dean, hated him and he wanted it to stay that way. It was Saturday so thankfully he didn't have to work. After getting out of the shower and drying his hair he got dressed, unsure of what to do today. He adorned just a simple t-shirt and jeans and crashed onto the couch. He turned on the TV and started watching the news. "Up next: rising star Dean Winchester concert coverage from last night." Cas huffed, turning the TV off. "Fuck, I just cant escape this guy." Cas slipped on his boots and grabbed his keys "I have to get out of here." he went down the stairs of his apartment complex and climbed into his Cadillac. Cas decided to go to the store, he was low on a few things anyways. He turned on the radio. "...Love in my eyes blinded by you. Just to get a taste of heaven. I'm on my ..." Cas turned the radio off. "Ugh this guy is fucking everywhere." Cas groaned. God he was tired, he decided to stop at a starbucks on the way to the store.

The place was packed, Cas stood at the back of the stupidly slow moving line. He began to tap his foot impatiently "what the hell is taking so long?" There was a woman four people ahead of them who appeared to be ordering every drink on the menu. "This is fucking ridiculous" Cas mumbled under his breath. "Are you always mad at everything?" Cas whipped around, Dean Winchester was behind him, peering from under a pair of aviator sunglasses. "Oh fuck. its you." Cas groaned. Dean cocked an eyebrow "Oh fuck its me? Not usually the reaction I get when people see me." Cas huffed, turning back around "Well contrary to popular belief not everyone is enamored by you." The woman finally finished her order and the line moved up, only three people ahead of him now. "To be honest, you're the first person I've met who isn't." Dean crossed his arms. "Well I guess that makes me the only intelligent person on this planet." Cas replied, not turning around. Dean laughed "Well I Don't know about intelligent but it makes you interesting." Cas huffed, the line moved forward again. "Are you stalking me or something?" He turned his head but didn't look at Dean. "No. I just happen to like to get coffee where you like to get coffee." Dean smiled. "Right." Cas grunted, moving forward in line. "What is it you want from me Dean?" Dean laughed "What? I find you interesting, cant we just talk?" Cas glared over his shoulder. "Sir! Can i help you?" Finally it was his turn. "Caramel Machiatto please." The cashier typed the order in. "$5.21 sir. Name?" Cas handed the Barrister exact change "Castiel." He waited while they made his drink. Cas turned around "You're still here?" Dean pouted "Aw come on baby, that hurts my feelings" Cas glared "I'm not your "baby" now go the fuck away." Dean clicked his tongue in irritation. "Castiel!" his drink was ready. "Thanks" Cas tossed a $5 bill in the tip jar. He left the Starbucks, and Dean followed. "Would you stop stalking me please?" Cas sped up, walking through the Los Angles crowd. "I'm not stalking you, i just wanna talk to you." Dean's breathing sped up as he practically jogged to keep up with Cas. "Well i don't want to talk to you." Cas turned a corner, Dean followed, almost crashing into a passing couple.

"Come on, you need that interview for work don't you?" Cas froze and turned around. He did need that interview, if he showed up Monday to work empty handed Naomi would surely and happily fire him. "Ugh fine..." He resigned. "Yes!" Dean grinned, Cas rolled his eyes. "Come on i know a place we can talk." Cas led the way, Dean followed. They arrived at a darkly lit restaurant, alternative music playing in the background. Cas looked around "Nobody here should recognize you and its dark." They sat down at a table in the corner of the restaurant. A waitress came buy to take their order, Cas simply ordered a coffee and Dean a beer. "It's 10 am do you really need a beer?" Cas questioned Dean as the waitress left with their drink order. "What? It's five o'clock somewhere." Dean shrugged. Cas rolled his eyes and pulled out a tape recorder. "Okay lets get this over with." Dean who had been staring at the waitress turned his attention back to Cas. "Okay shoot." Cas hit play on the recorder. "Okay first question. when and why did you start singing?" The waitress brought them their drinks, smiled at Dean then left. Taking a sip of his beer Dean looked at Cas "I was ten, my dad was a drunk and terrified my little brother so i would sing to him to comfort him." Cas looked at Dean like he was insane "Really? That's your interview answer?" Dean nodded "Did you want me to lie?" Cas shook his head. "Okay next question. Which musicians do you admire?" Dean sipped his beer again "Lynard Skynard, Kansas and Metallica." Cas took a sip of his coffee. So he liked classic rock huh? Dean seemed like a punk music kind of person. Cas hadn't noticed before but Dean had multiple piercings in his ears and wore a black leather jacket. A padlock on a chain hung around his neck, as well as a longer necklace with a strange idol hanging from it. "Okay next question..." After answering a few more questions they finished their drinks. Dean was surprisingly compliant the rest of the interview. after paying for their drinks, Cas headed out the door, Dean followed. "Can I walk you to your car?" Dean leaned against a nearby wall. They had walked a good 6 blocks, in Los Angeles maybe it wasn't a bad idea to walk with someone else. "Alright." Cas began to walk, Dean trailing behind him. They didn't talk the entire walk, a few girls passing them giggled as the stared at Dean.

Finally arriving at Cas's cadillac, he opened the door. "Thank you for doing the interview." Dean smiled. "No problem. Can i see you again soon?" Cas looked at him suspiciously, Naomi was sure to want more information on Dean later. "Sure. but how?" Dean pulled out his phone. "Gimme your number, I'll text you." Cas reluctantly pulled out his phone, and read his number to Dean. "Cool." Dean typed and Cas felt his phone buzz. "Hi" was all the text said. Slipping his phone in his pocket, Cas sat in the drivers side of the car and started the engine. Dean leaned into the car window. "See ya later." Cas nodded and drove off, Dean waving in his rear view mirror. "Maybe hes no as much of a dick as i thought. maybe." Cas smiled.

He arrived at home a few minutes later. He was hungry. "Fuck." His fridge was empty, he had forgotten to go to the store. He ate a poptart out of the cabinet and decided to take a nap. Too tired to make it to his bed he collapsed on the couch. He slept for a few hours, his phone rang and woke him up. "Dammit Balthazar...let me sleep." Cas rolled over. The phone rang again "Fine." He picked up the phone and flipped it open "What?" he groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Hey Cassy. You wanna go out and get drinks tonight? i'll treat you to dinner." Cas's stomach growled, he was hungry. "Sure give me fifteen to get ready." Cas changed into fresh clothes and heard the doorbell ring. He opened the door. "Ready to go Cassy?" Balthazar was wearing an extremely low cut v-neck shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. "God Balthazar you're forty-five years old, are you ever going to dress your age?" Balthazar chuckled. He and Cas walked down the steps of the complex to Balthazar's red mustang. They arrived at a restaurant about fifteen minutes later. They were seated in the corner in a booth. "What can i get you boys?" The waitress appeared to be in her early thirties, sporting a brown pixie cut. "Two burgers and two beers." Balthazar handed her the menus. He turned to Cas "So Cas. What happened with Dean Winchester?" Cas rested an elbow on the table. "Well last night he was a dick, joked about me wanting to screw him, and refused to answer any of my questions but today he..." Balthazar held a hand up "Today? You saw him again today?" Cas rubbed the back of his neck "Uh yeah, he was at the coffee shop this morning and finally did the interview and he gave me his number" Balthazar cocked an eyebrow "He did the interview AND gave you his number?" The waitress set their food down. Balthazar leaned in "Cas buddy, he has the hots for you." Cas blushed "He does not." Balthazar took a bite out of his burger. "Oh yesh he dose cashhy..." Balthazar spoke through a mouth full of burger. "Shut up and swallow your food Balthazar." Cas took a bite of his own burger. Balthazar swallowed "So are you seeing him again?" Cas shrugged "I guess so, I'm sure Naomi will want me to follow up with him." Balthazar nodded. They spent the rest of the night drinking and talking about the concert. Cas had more than a few beers and began to slur his words, loudly. "Shurrr he was hot...b-but he was a masshive jerk...but then i thought maybe...maybe not..." Cas trailed off. He tried to stand, that wasn't happening. "Come on Cassy, lets get you home." Balthazar wrapped his friends arm around his shoulder, paid the bill and dragged him out the door.

The ride back was Cas slurring on and on about Dean. "He had pretty pretty eyes Baltha...Hic..." He patted his friends shoulder as he drove. "Hey Balthazar...Balth...guess. Guess what?" Cas leaned in, arm slung around the back of the seat. "He asked if I wanted to shleep wif him...I shoulda...hahahahahaha." Cas busted into a drunken laughter. Finally at the apartments, Balthazar dragged Cas upstairs and tossed him on the bed. Cas was wasted, giggling on the bed hysterically. Balthazar came in with a glass of water. "Come on Cassy drink this." He held the drink out to Cas, who knocked it out of his hand. "No! I don't wanna." Cas pouted like a toddler. A stupid drunken toddler. "Am I pretty balty? I wondurr if Dean thinks im pretty." Cas slurred his words. Balthazar made him lay down, Cas yanked at Balthazar's waist trying to get him to lay down with him. Balthazar knocked Cas's hand away. "Sleepy time Cassy." Cas looked up grinning. "Okays Balthazar." Cas rolled over and passed out.

He woke up the next morning, head pounding. "Ugh..." He held his head and stumbled to the bathroom, he felt sick and fell to his knees. He made it to the toilet just in time. He threw up for a few minutes before deciding he was done."Gross." He wobbled to the living room. Balthazar was asleep on his couch. He must of stayed over to make sure Cas was okay. He popped a couple Advil in as Balthazar stirred on the couch. "Morning Cassy. how ya feeling?" Cas groaned. "Terrible." he sat next to Balthazar. "What dumb things did i say last night?" Balthazar chuckled. "You were talking about how hot Dean was and how you wanted to sleep with him." Cas knew Balthazar wasnt lying, he remembered talking about Dean. "Thanks for taking care of me last night." Balthazar slapped a hand on Cas's shoulder. "No problem Mate, I'm going home. See you at work tomorrow." He waved as he headed out the door. "Ugh work." The clock on the stove read 2:38 pm. "Damn, I'm supposed to go to bed in a few hours for work." Cas spent the rest of the day writing up his interview with Dean. Typing away his thoughts went back to Dean. Dean was pretentious, rude and overall a dick but he had agreed to do the interview so maybe he wasn't so bad. After he finished writing, he looked at the clock, 10:17 pm. "Way past time for bed." Cas changed into a pair of sweatpants and collapsed on the bed. He fell asleep not exactly eager for work in the morning.