"Sammy!" Dean as he grabs Sam into a massive hug. He hasn't seen Sam for weeks and that's like a year to them and they know what a year apart feels like. Sam hugs back just as tight as Dean.

"Hold on, did you cut your hair?!" Dean said and he pulls back from the hug. Sam's hair has got shorter, but it was still long.

"Yeah, never again! I just wanted a little bit off and where I went, they took off like half of it." Sam looks annoyed for a second at remembering what was done to his hair, but that quickly fades and his smile returns. "And what's up with you? You're smiling freakishly weird. Like way more than you usually do when you've seen me."

"First of all drama queen, hair grows back and second I haven't seen you since my accident and it's nice to be here with you rather than looking at Bobby all the time. That man is not pretty to look at when you end up pissing him of every day. Now little brother, get me a beer and fill me in on the college life."

Sam is falling asleep, but he tries to wake himself up every time in the college pub. His brother is here and he wants to spend time with him. Not even the music in the bar they were in could keep him awake. He had one hell of a week at college and he just needs sleep.

"Sammy, go to bed. I'll be fine here. I'll head back to the apartment in a while." Sam gives in after just a few seconds and heads out of the pub. Dean checks his phone that reads 9:55. He needs to get out of here. Firstly the music and beer being are terrible and secondly, Cas. He wonders if Cas has forgotten. Only one way to find out.

Cas had told his sister he had a massive headache and needed to go for a walk. It is the only way he could get away from her talking and talking and talking. He is glad she is having a great time in college, but there are only so many replies he had for her stories. She was about to go with him but he said he would be fine and would take his phone with him. He didn't think she would agree so quickly, but thankfully she did.

Now he is on his way to see Dean again. He feels nervous, but excited at the same time. He wonders if this is what the people in the shows and films he has watched feel. There is a part of him saying Turn back. It's a mistake. You just met him and you are feeling like this. You can't feel like this from meeting someone just hours ago. But then the screw it, if you don't take a chance you will never know part takes over and he always listens to that part instead.

Cas was lost before today. He didn't have a clue what to do with this life. He just needed a reason to know giving up his grace meant something. That this life had something better than being an angel, but now he can hardly remember being an angel, so was it really that bad to give it all away for a life he's lost in. Maybe it is. There was a reason he did it, a reason he can't remember anymore, so he's lost in this world looking for that reason, no matter how long it may take because it's the only reason he gave it all up. What he would give to remember. All he has is these stupid flashbacks of nothing useful, just pain.

He is glad he wore his dark green jacket over his hoodie because even with all of them on he can still feel the cold, but he doesn't mind, he can stand that little bit of cold. He wanders around the campus building, walking up the lit walkway towards a seating area that has a shelter over it. He doesn't feel like going into any parts of the college seeing as he isn't a student. He knows no one will notice, but he'd rather be out here, feeling the cold, and looking up to the now dark sky and being surrendered by hardly any sound at all and the lights lighting up the walkway. It's pretty beautiful.

"I heard this is the sociable awkward peoples table." Dean's voice makes him, jump a little, but then Cas smiles at him. Dean walks into the seating area and takes a seat beside where Castiel is sat with his legs crossed. "You didn't make me finding you difficult did you?" Dean takes his scarf off, unfolds it and throws it over Cas' head. "Cas? Where are you?" Dean pretends to look around him, holding in his laughter.

"I may be under a scarf…that…wait…" Cas pulls the scarf off him and looks to Dean. "Does your scarf smell of pie?" Castiel asks more than amused. Dean takes the scarf off him.

"No, how, why would you think that? It smells nothing like pie. It just smells like a scarf." Dean knew right well it smelled of pie. Of course it would when he wraps pie in his scarf to keep it warm. "Anyways, did your sister drive you made already?" Dean said changing the subject. Or so he hoped it would anyways.

"Yes and No. I said I had a headache and that I needed to go for a walk on my own. What about your brother?"

"Well, Sammy wasn't too bad. But he was falling asleep in the bar and I told him to go to bed. By the way if you want crap music and bad beer go into that bar. They have good peanuts and crisps though, I will say that."

His brother. He's Sam. You know what he's capable of? What runs through his veins?

Dean doesn't have time to notice Castiel tuning out for a second from past memory words or whatever it was. He couldn't be sure. He didn't want to be. He hadn't had these flashbacks in ages and they used to play tricks on him so he stopped thinking what they meant, and he wasn't going to start thinking about them again. He couldn't change his past, but the past is not coming into his future.

"Well, seeing as we aren't going there maybe we can play a game. We get five questions to ask each other. And the person who can't answer one of them, the other gets to dare them to do something. It's a game my sister likes to play with everyone."

"You got yourself a deal, Cas."

"Seeing as you asked me about my career history, tell me yours?" Dean asks. Dean has stuck to what he tells any new person that asks. Being in the family business of helping people with their vehicles that his dad had started it after their Mum passed away. It was mostly true except it was hunting, not repairing vehicles, either way you're fixing things in the world aren't you?

" I've just always wanted to help others and I did it for a very long time but one day I moved somewhere else and it was harder to do that. So I stopped helping people so much. I just volunteer at local shelters and youth clubs nowadays. It's still helping so I am happy when I get to do that. And plus the rest of the time I get to stay at home and watch TV and films." He probably could though. But what was the point. Complaining won't do anything. Doing something about it will.

"The world needs more people like you, Cas. It really does!" Dean wasn't joking. He is truly honest about that. Heaven, Hell, Earth, Purgatory and beyond, they all need a Cas there to make those places okay.

"Okay, my turn again." Dean has to ask this next question. Call him crazy, but he does not want to leave here without kissing Cas, but first he wants to know an answer to an important question. Castiel looks at him with wonder in his eyes. This was Dean's last question, so he may as well make it a good one.

It is lashing rain outside now and Dean had moved to the other side of the table after Castiel's second question when his legs started to get pins and needles. He decided it was a good decision because he could see Cas so much more clearly. He loved that Cas never questioned why he would look at him so long or how he wouldn't take his eyes away from Dean's when Dean looked to him. There would be times when it was Dean's turn to ask a question and Cas had to actually tell him it was his turn.

"Have you ever been in love, Cas?" Dean sees the change in Cas' eyes. Like Dean said something hurtful and Cas looks away. Dean doesn't say anymore and waits for Cas to answer him.

"Um, I don't know. I can't…remember. I feel like I was falling in love once. But it was like a dream." Cas looks to Dean. "It was so fast like a dream ending and it was like waking up and trying to remember it and all you know, all you can feel, is a feeling that tells you what the dream was about." Cas then sits up more straighter like he just pulled himself out of his words. "And that is the only time I felt that feeling, so maybe. Maybe I was in love once." Well, that was a hell of an answer. If Cas had asked himself that question, he would of said no. But everything Cas just said, Dean knew what he meant, more than he wanted to. Dean wanted to say something to comfort Cas, even though he didn't know what. So he settles for looking at Cas' messy hair. His black fringe pushed to the side, but started to fall all over his forehead again. If it got any longer it would be in his eyes. Dean could never let his hair get that long, it would just down right piss him of, but he likes it on Cas.

Cas pulls the sleeves of his jacket up over his hands to cover them. He looks down while doing it and starts to play with the end of one of his sleeves.

"It's a good feeling though, isn't it?" Dean broke the silence and Castiel is grateful for that because he was pretty much lost for words at that moment. Dean continues: "I felt it once too. I've never admitted that to anyone before. But I did. My brother would give me hell for me taking the piss out of him all these years about him falling in love. He had it. And he had the girl. I guess that's life for you though. Sometimes it won't let you know what it is taking from you, but yet the feeling will always be there." Dean felt like he just broke down one of his walls. The way that was built from day one and never crumbled until this second. What the hell was happening to him?

Cas

"Okay, no more talking about this. Your turn to ask a question." Castiel nodded his head and smiled.

"Are you really freaking cool right now?" They both chuckled.

"I don't know. Are my hands cool?" Dean leaned over and put his hands on Cas' check. Castiel slapped at Dean's hands. Dean's hands were just making Cas more cold.

"Damn you! They're freezing. Their like ice!" Cas is laughing as he tries to shout at Dean. Cas puts his hood up and lies his head on his folded arms on the table. Dean's still laughing and starts to poke the side of Cas' face. "Dean!" Cas mumbles into his arms. Dean stops laughing and smiles.

"I was going to do that to you on the bus when I was sitting beside you because you were asleep." Cas lays his chin on top of his folded arms and looks to Dean.

"You don't poke strangers on a bus you weirdo." Cas can't stop the smile from spreading across his face. Dean was actually going to do that. In fairness he probably would have ended up waking up suddenly and hitting Dean. "Now time for my serious question. Are you a spy that followed me and likes asking personal questions so you can find out about my life?"

"I can't say. I'm under strict orders to not talk about my career." Cas lifts his head back up and squints his eyes.

"If you don't answer my question you have to do a dare." Cas says.

"Fine. Dare me."

"Run out in the rain for twenty seconds." Dean looks from Cas to the campus grounds. It's lasting rain, in the middle of November and its freezing cold and that's what he dares him to do. Cas doesn't think he's going to do it, but when Dean gets up and stands at the edge of the shelter and turns back around to Cas he knows he's going to do it.

"If I die from this, you're going down with me." And then Dean is out in the pouring rain. Running down the campus. Cas stands up and walks to the end of the shelter. He laughs as he watches Dean running down the small hill with his arms outstretched. He's not long turning back and running up the hill. Cas can see from here that he's completely soaked. He feels even colder by just looking at Dean.

"You son of a bitch!" He shouts to Castiel and walks the rest of the way. His hair is dripping with water and his clothes are soaked. Dean is just a few feet away and Castiel backs away from Dean, he knows what he's going to try to do to him. "Cas, come here."

"No, no, no. Go away. That was your dare." Dean doesn't listen he just walks into the shelter and looks to Cas behind a table. Dean jumps over the table and blocks the only way Cas can get without jumping over the table. "Dean…Dean, don't. Please. I'll buy you breakfast tomorrow if you don't. And I'll give you my jacket to wear so you don't have to wear your soaked one." Cas points a finger at him. Dean stops and thinks about that.

"Okay. I wasn't going to do it, but if you insist." Castiel sticks out his tongue and takes off his coat as Dean takes of his soaked one. He hands his coat to Dean who puts it on while Cas zips up his hoodie. Cas' jacket fits Dean and is really warm.

"Okay, I'm not as cold now. But…" Dean runs his hand through his soaked hair and wipes his wet hand over Castiel's face. "Now we're good." Dean laughs as he looks atCas' pissed off face. "Sorry, sorry. You can dare me to do something else because of that."

"That's a pretty big thing to make up for, Dean. I think you should be buying me breakfast now. Along with dinner." Cas grins, hoping Dean will say yes. He knows he is here to visit his sister, but he wasn't going to be spending the whole day with her anyway and maybe Dean wasn't going to be spending his entire time with Sam either. It was worth a shot.

"Deal! But I have one more question to ask." Dean says. He is just going to say it. He has to or he might never do it. He is putting everything on the line here and he hasn't done that in a hell of a long time, but he knows doing it for this reason is worth it whether it happens or not.

He got on that bus today, expecting a shitty day until he would have got to Sam. But he got on and sat beside a guy who he found out straight away is pretty amazing. It's crazy, yes, that he's already falling for this guy, but at the same time it's not. Over 6 billion people in the world, which all have their own story and this is Dean's. This isn't impossible, He doesn't know what it is but he had never believed something was so right than falling for Cas. Everything inside him is telling him to take the biggest chance and do this.

"What is it?" There is a look there that Cas swears he has seen before. And he knows that it is a good look. And that made a little shy smile appear on his face. If Dean isn't going to do it, than Cas sure is because he is not walking away from Dean tonight without doing this. No matter how long it took for some people to admit it and just go for it, Cas isn't wasting any more time on looking when it's standing right in front of him. You wait forever for something that might never appear and when it does; don't let it go because this might be your first and last chance.

"Do you think you will ever find that feeling you had in your dream?" Dean can't pull his eyes away from Cas'. He thinks if he does tha,t the moment would be gone. But how could the moment go when the feeling is still there? Cas takes a step towards Dean and there just inches apart. Dean is about to joke and say personal space. But no words come out. They are stuck in his throat while his heart is about to give up on him.

"Well, Dean…" Cas can't believe how confident he is about doing this. But there is something just pushing him and telling him not to back down. "I think I finally have found it."

Cas grabs onto his own jacket on Dean and pulls him in that little bit closer, so their lips gently touch. It's the sweetest kiss in the world. Their lips just touch, with no movement and it lingers for a short few seconds. It's like they need to believe it can happen before it can actually happen. Neither of them opens their eyes but once they pull their lips away for a second they touch again. The touch looks like they're too fragile to kiss any harder, but they're not, they're just processing that it actually is happening.

Dean slowly brings one hand up onto Cas' waist and the other against the right side of Castiel's neck. Cas still holds his right hand onto the jacket.

"Cas…if…if I kiss you any longer…I won't be able to stop." They both open their eyes, looking into each other's and seeing something different in each other.

"Then don't. Don't stop." So Dean didn't stop. He collides his lips back with Cas' and moves himself and Cas back up against the brick wall. Cas can feel the coldness of the wall go through his jacket, but he doesn't care, he really doesn't care. He lets go of the jacket and runs his hand up Dean's chest, then his shoulder until he finds his hand at the back of Dean's neck. He can feel the wetness of Dean's hair on his hand. He brings his other hand to the back of Dean's back and pulls him in as close as he can.

Dean can feel Cas' whole body against him and that feels amazing. It feels needed. This moment, Cas, it all felt like it was always needed and took till now to happen. Dean lets his tongue enter Cas' mouth that Cas gladly lets in. He feels Cas' tongue against his own. Cas moans into the kiss that makes Dean pull away from his lips, just enough to see Cas' full face. Cas lets his head fall back onto the wall. He looks breathless. Looking at Dean like he's the most amazing person Cas had ever met, his hair a complete mess, and his chest rising and falling as he tries to get his breath back.

"I found it, too." Dean's words earn a smile from Cas. Dean leans back in and kisses Cas again. Just then Dean's phone starts ringing. Dean moans against Cas' lips. He doesn't want to answer it. Dean takes the phone out of his pocket without looking and presses the decline button and puts it back in his back pocket. He brings one of his hands into Cas' hair, his fingers moving against the back of Cas' hair. The other hand on Cas' back.

The feeling of Dean against him, Dean's lips on his and Dean's fingers in his hair felt like the best feeling in the world right now. But Dean's phone rings again. Castiel knows Dean doesn't want to answer it and he doesn't want him to, but he should. Cas let's his hand fall down into Dean's pocket and takes his phone out. Cas pulls away from Dean's lips and holds the phone between them.

"Casssss…" Dean moans and looks disappointedly at Cas, who just chuckles.

"Answer it. It's important if they ring back again and plus…" Cas looks to the screen. "It's your brother." Cas hands the phone to him, Dean takes it and answers it.

"Yup?" 'Happy' Dean mouths to Castiel.

'Yes' Cas mouths back.

"Dean, where are you? I knew I shouldn't have left you." Dean's listening to his brother who sounds a little angry at him.

"I'm fine. Believe me, I'm fine." Dean leans his forehead against Cas'. Dean goes to kiss him, but Cas covers Dean mouth with his hand and mouths 'patients, Dean.'

"Where the hell are you? It's one in the morning." Dean and Cas haven't even checked to see what time it is, but it does shock them a little that it is so late.

"I…I just had to go for a walk after coming out of the pub. That beer didn't go down too well."

"Alright, fine. Just head back now will you? It's not the safest place to be at night on your own, Dean." The anger is gone out of Sam's voice and now it's just concerned. Dean wants to stay with Cas, but he knows Sam will just worry.

"I'm on my way back now." Dean hangs up after Sam lets him get off the phone. He puts his phone back into his back pocket and lets his head fall onto Cas' shoulder.

"It's your fault for making me answer it." Dean mumbles into Cas' shoulder.

"Yeah, that is totally my fault. How about I buy us breakfast in the morning to make up for it?" Dean lifts his head up and smiles.

"Okay."

Dean walked Cas to the outside of his sister's apartment. It is just a few minutes away from the building Sam stays in. If he won't be home in the next ten minutes he knows Sam will be ringing him.

"She's probably still at that party she nearly made me go with her tonight. Or else she would have been calling me. So I got off with her worrying." Cas and Dean stop a few steps away from the main door of the apartment's building main door. There are hardly any lights on in the apartments and no one is around. "I'd invite you up, but I don't let strangers into my sister's apartment. Especially ones who would poke a random guy on the bus while he's asleep." That makes them both laugh.

"Well, I promise I won't poke anyone on the bus, ever." Dean pokes Cas' stomach that makes Cas slap Dean's hand away. Dean stops and puts his arm around Cas' back and pulls him in to kiss him. It isn't a long kiss, just one that lingers for a few seconds. "Now be gone. Tomorrow morning at 10, no matter what."

"You could just give me your numb…" Cas said.

"Ah, no. No numbers. We are doing this without any phone contact. Because if I have your number I'll just want to ring you all night and I need sleep."

"Fine. Are you sure you don't want my jacket? Yours is still soaked." Dean had made Cas put on his jacket before walking out of the shelter. It had stopped raining, but it was still freezing. Dean hadn't put on his own jacket, but he was glad he had worn his hoodie tonight.

"No, Leonardo DiCaprio. I'll be fine. But thank you."

"Titanic reference?"

"Damn it, it was, wasn't it? Such a sappy film." Dean tries to hide the fact that he had remembered any of that film, but of course Cas had to catch on. Cas says nothing and just smiles. "I better go. I'll see you in the morning." Dean gives one last kiss on Cas' lips before starting to walk away. He stops and turns back around to Cas who hadn't moved.

"Today was pretty awesome, wasn't it?" Dean realized fully what had happened today and that made this moment so unbelievable.

"It still is." Cas gives a massive smile to Dean and turns around and starts to walk the last few steps to the door and goes in.

Dean's eyes follow Cas into the building until he can no longer been seen. He throws his coat over his shoulder and starts to walk back to Sam's apartment.

It is hard for him to believe that he meet Cas today. He might have never got on that bus and met him, but Dean tries to not think that way because he did meet Cas and Dean is on top of the world.

Hope you enjoyed! Look at them to going fast ;) Next chapter up on Thursday :) THANKS FOR READING GUYS! Doesn't matter how many people read it, as long as one person is enjoying it, then I'm happy!