A/N: SO I MADE ANOTHER CHAPTER (woopwoop) because I felt like it, that's forgive me for all the mistakes I've made because I probably made a lot of them. I am not the one for begging but if you follow, favorite, or review, I will send you a virtual pie with Cas' pretty face in frosting on it (it's Dean's favorite, but you probably already knew that, didn't you?)

Chapter two

Charlie watched Dean fidgeting. They were discussing their plan (however stupid and hopeless) and Dean wasn't there with them. At all. He kept glancing at the door, as if waiting for someone to come in. And when he thought Charlie wasn't looking, he shot her an annoyed glare, which was odd, since they normally got on so well. But of course it didn't take long for Charlie to figure it out. The only one who could burst into the room was Cas, who didn't feel like joining the conversation since it was mostly computer talk and he wouldn't understand a damn thing. And Dean had been looking at her like he ate a whole lemon since Cas apologized to her for his odd behavior outside the bunker and had been acting very friendly ever since. Charlie was trained to spot closeted people and Dean was one of them, however deep his closet was. Which was very, very deep.

The annoying feeling Cas felt a few weeks earlier was nothing compared to the white hot rage he felt right now. The feelings resembled each other no more than an elephant resembled a mosquito. Or it felt like that, anyway.
Since the moment Cas knew what he was feeling, there was a part of him expecting –or rather hoping- it was just a phase and would pass by. Because Humans had crushes, and now that he was a human, it was only natural that sooner or later Castiel would have a crush too, right?

Wrong.

Because after he buried the feeling he named 'his annoying little crush', he found out to his dismay that as days and weeks went by, the feeling did not only stay, but grew. The tickle he felt when Dean touched him became an electric buzz that almost paralyzed him. Worse: whenever Dean came near, every nerve in his body couldn't seem to wait to tell him the good news. And when he left, they seemed to plead Cas to go and make Dean come back. And Cas just couldn't make it stop. He tried to ignore it, tried to ignore Dean, tried to sum up all the reasons why he shouldn't love him, but nothing helped. It was his sense against the rest of him, and his sense seemed to be losing ground with the minute. So after a few weeks, he had to admit it for real now: he was madly in love with Dean. And he sincerely hoped (and suspected) that Dean had no idea.

But that wasn't too bad. He could live with that, he thought. But then Dean decided to visit the bar, because their research was going nowhere, and he needed to "blow off some steam", as he so carefully put it.
Cas, naïve as he was on these sort of things, had thought this just meant drinking beer until he was drunk enough to face the fears and problems again which came with being Dean Winchester. Alas, Dean had an entirely different idea of this "blowing of some steam", Cas concluded now. He decided he didn't like this feeling of rage which filled every fiber of his body. Because Dean was talking with a dark haired woman with blue eyes and she had her hand on his and they were dangerously close and then Dean just kissed her.

Now Cas wasn't the one for swearing. He never really had to, anyway. When he was angry, he could just smite and destroy things and people, which made him feel a little better. Now that was obviously not an option. Not only because he would smite an innocent woman (although he didn't think her so innocent for kissing his Dean), but also because he was human now, and he couldn't smite her even if he wanted to (which, let's face it, he kind of did). And thus he felt the urge to swear so ferociously, it would even make Dean blush. He felt the words bubbling in his mouth, and could only just restrain himself from letting him spill them all.

But he couldn't just stand by and let it happen. And that's why his feet brought him to them before he even noticed that he was moving. Dean was too engrossed in his kiss though, and didn't even notice him. Cas coughed, loudly, but Dean didn't hear him. Annoyed, he said "Dean", but even then Dean didn't break his kiss. If anything, he seemed to be kissing her even harder. The woman did notice him, and broke the kiss with a slight pop. Dean looked confused and she pointed explanatory Cas' way, who was probably looking very red and very angry. Before he could stop himself, he blurted out: "Dean, what were you doing?".
A look of disbelief and confusion settled on Dean's face and for a moment he didn't answer. Then he blinked, and finally retorted with a: "What was I doing? What was I doing?" but before he could go any further, the dark haired woman interrupted him to ask "I'm sorry, Am I- Are you two… Should I leave?"
"What? No! Of course we're not-" and since he couldn't get the words out of his mouth, he just kind of pointed between the two of them, flushed with what Cas thought was embarrassment.
But Cas shot the woman an angry glare, which made her scurry off in an instant. Dean turned angrily at Cas and began shouting, this time managing to get out full sentences.
"What the hell, Cas? What was that for?" And Castiel now had to face the full impact on not thinking his plan through. At all. Because how could he explain what he did and why? That's why he came with the best excuse he could think of in such short time. Which wasn't really a good one.
"We have to continue our research, Dean." Indeed, he should work on his excuses.
"But we weren't going anywhere! And you didn't seem to mind two hours ago, when you even decided to go with me to this place!"
"We have been here long enough, we should really go back."
Dean shook his head in disbelief and muttered a "whatever, Cas", before drinking the rest of his beer and pushing past Castiel, heading towards the Impala.

Dean thought that maybe he should have been angrier. I mean, sure, he was death silent and ignored Cas the whole ride, but if this was anyone else, he probably would have left him behind to find a ride himself. Even better, he would have just found another girl and then left him behind. But the truth was, he couldn't stand the thought of leaving Cas behind on his own, even if he had been a dick with some shitty-ass excuse. He knew that really wasn't the reason why Cas interrupted him,
But part of Dean's silent treatment was not because he used an excuse, but because what Cas tried to cover up with that excuse.

Because Dean (for some strange reason) didn't like the thought that Cas couldn't even miss his newly found crush for two freaking hours.

But it was not likely he would ever admit those things. Not even to himself. Just as much as he would admit that he maybe sort of enjoyed the rides with Cas, silent treatment or not.

Cas didn't like Dean ignoring him, obviously. And he knew he should feel guilty about all this. But even though he didn't like it, he didn't really mind Dean going to bed in a bad mood, as long as it meant he went to bed alone.