Here's chapter 2 like I promised. I thought it'd turn out really short, because it was just intended as a filler and the build-up for tomorrow's chapter, but it's not so short after all. I hope you enjoy it and let me just tell you that I am really looking forward to tomrrow's chapter already (which will contain my original story idea).

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Sam and Dean had driven throughout most of the night, but they hadn't quite made it to Bobby's yet. Dean had tried, but eventually he'd had to give in to the fatigue and they had found a small motel where they had spent the night.

Dean hadn't talked about Cas again and Sam hadn't asked again. Dean had found it difficult though not to think about the angel. Not only was he now wondering if Balthazar had even been telling the truth or if he'd just been messing with him, he was also wondering why Cas hadn't come to see him yesterday, when he'd called him for several hours.

These questions hadn't put Dean in an exactly cheerful mood. Sam had noticed this of course, but he hadn't started to worry until they were having breakfast at a nearby diner. Dean had ordered his usual choice of greasy, unhealthy foods, but he had hardly eaten anything. The most worrying detail though was that Dean had not even touched one piece of the bacon on his plate. Sam could not remember that ever happening before.

"Dean, are you alright?" he asked, when the waitress had taken their plates away and Dean hadn't even hit on her, even though she was exactly his type. Something strange was going on here.

"Yeah, I'm fine Sammy. Don't worry." Dean replied, sounding tired and as if his thoughts were somewhere far away from this diner.

Sam let it go for now, but he watched his brother more closely from that moment on. They had to go back to their motel room to get their stuff and to check out. They would have checked out before going out for breakfast, but there had been no one in the office at the motel, so they had to come back.

Back in the room Sam started gathering their belongings, but Dean just sat down heavily on the bed. He didn't feel very good, but he couldn't really explain why. Just that Cas not showing up the day before felt like a rejection. He didn't really understand his own feelings anymore and he wasn't sure if he even wanted to see the angel right now.

Nevertheless he bowed his head and silently called Cas again. It was one last try and Dean didn't really expect an answer anymore and he didn't put much effort into his prayer. Not after yesterday. After a few seconds he lifted his head again and looked around the room, but there was still only Sam, who was ready to leave and looked at Dean expectantly.

Sighing Dean got up from where his was sitting and then stopped, when he heard a flurry of wings behind him. He turned around and it was indeed Cas who had just arrived in the motel room, standing not two feet away from Dean and staring at him with those intense blue eyes.

Those eyes he had wanted to see so badly yesterday. For a moment they just stood there and stared at each other. Sam, who'd been about to go outside, stopped by the door. He knew he should probably leave and give the two some privacy, but this was just too good to miss.

"Hello Dean. Sam." Castiel finally greeted the brothers.

"Hey Cas." Sam answered, while Dean remained silent and just continued to stare at the angel.

"What did you call me about, Dean?" Cas asked.

"You're here, just like that!" Dean said, instead of answering the question, confusing Castiel who tilted his head to the side, trying to read the situation. He still didn't sense any danger for the brothers, but Dean radiated something that could be anger, maybe.

"I'm here, because you called me." he answered.

"I called you yesterday, for hours and you didn't show up even for a minute. And today you come, just like that?" Dean had already pretty much forgotten why he had called the angel in the first place. He was mad now and he felt cheated somehow. Castiel sensed Dean's anger, but he couldn't really understand it. So he hadn't been there yesterday, but he was here now, wasn't he?

"Yes, today I am here. Now, why did you call me?" he repeated. He was slowly loosing his patience, because it seemed that Dean had called him down for nothing. For that, he really didn't have the time.

"Yesterday. I called you for hours yesterday, because I needed to talk to you, to ask you something. But I guess that won't really be necessary anymore. I think I got my answer now." Dean told him, raising his voice as he said this.

Sam decided that this was a good time to get out of the room. Dean was pissed at the angel and he didn't want to witness any more of this. He had hoped for something else, but his brother was totally ruining the moment.

"I was busy, Dean. I am NOT your personal pet angel you can call whenever you get bored and need to talk. I'm fighting a war. And yesterday was Good Friday, a very important and busy day in heaven. I had no time to come down here and hold your hand." Cas was equally pissed now and his gruff voice got even lower until it sounded somewhat like a threatening growl.

Dean didn't say anything in response, he didn't know what to say. For a while they just glared at each other, none of them saying a word. Finally Dean broke the eye contact and turned away. This was not what he had had in mind and he felt hurt.

"Don't call me again, unless it is really important." Cas told him in a serious voice and Dean turned around again, only to see the angel vanish with the sound of rustling feathers.

"Guess Balthazar was wrong then." He murmured in the direction where Cas had been just seconds ago. He was sure that Cas couldn't here him anymore, but this assumption was wrong. Though Cas was leaving, he still heard what Dean said and wondered what he was referring to.

'The one in the dirty trench coat, who's in love with you.' This sentence kept haunting Dean and he silently cursed Balthazar for messing with his head. He took a moment to gather his thoughts and calm himself. Taking one last deep breath he left the room to meet Sam at the car and continue the drive to Bobby's.