Three hours later, both interviews were finally over. He hated them usually, they were often difficult due to the lack of a filter between his brain and mouth. Most of the time they were small stupid mistakes, but occasionally he'd even let a curse word rip and those were the times it bothered him most. He strived hard to be the kind of Batman kids could look up to, like he'd done to the ones before him. So he did his absolute best to keep his potty mouth out of the equation.

People magazine seemed to be oblivious because the next month they just put out an article talking about how "totally adorkable" he was. What the heck was that even supposed to mean? What kind of professional magazine used made up words? Although sometimes he still blushed when he thought about that particular interview. One of the questions being...who he'd really like to work with. Without hesitation he responded, Benedict Cumberbatch. Not bad on the surface but when they asked him for the reason, he just jerked his head back and scoffed before saying "Because he's hot."

He tried to do a small amount of back pedalling but it clearly didn't work. He still thinks it was far too coincidental that he met the handsome actor the following week, right in front of the People Magazine rep on the red carpet at the Emmy's. Benedict was awesome and actually thanked him for the compliment saying he was beyond flattered, which made Dean's heart speed up just a little and the cheesy grin he faked to turn into a genuine smile. That moment, of course, was the perfect opportunity for Martin Freeman to come by laughing and tell him to get his own man. He wanted the world to swallow him whole, he did his best to not let his face turn into a ripened tomato for all the press photos but it was certainly a difficult task. According to Sammy and Charlie, that YouTube video was still being spread all over Tumblr, whatever that was.

The interviews he'd finished this morning were even harder. The two were so similar, he could have done them both at the same time, and redundancy is not your friend when you've not had enough sleep. Even the room they chose to do them in lacked any sort of vibrant color or anything to focus on to keep himself awake. He tried not to think about the gorgeous guy that was laying so peacefully in the bed next to his when he left, he did everything he could to fight against it but it was the only thing that kept him alert enough to not fall asleep in the damn beige chair. Luckily he was stayed hypervigilant about what actually left his mouth and it was just a small mention, saying that he'd had an amazing con experience and it was mostly due to the fans and his incredibly helpful handler, Cas.

The discussion with MTV had just ended when he received a text. Thanks to Charlie, the message tone was Zachary Quinto from Star Trek yelling "Kaaaaaaaahn!" He loved it, it always scared the shit out those around him. Today was no exception. People flinched and stepped back in every direction, it was great. He slid the displayed bar and saw that it was from an unknown number, he really hoped it was Cas.

From Unknown: Thanks for not waking me up, I slept better last night than I have had in a long time. I was happy to see your note this morning and I would be happy to call you my friend.

From Unknown: This is Cas by the way.

From Cas by the way: Of course you probably figured that out. I do believe I am the only person with you this morning.

To Cas by the way: Yeah, I figured out pretty quickly that it was you lol. Hey, Are you free for lunch?

From Cas by the way: Actually I have to go by Charm City Cakes between 3 and 5 pm and pick up a cake, but I have some time before that. How about Lucifer's Pizza on Melrose at noon?

To Cas by the way: Sounds great! Noon is perfect, I didn't have time for breakfast this morning. I'll see you there.

From Cas by the way: Okay Dean, See you soon.

'Damn, why couldn't he be single?' Dean thought to himself. He quickly edited the contact information before he sent a reply. The smile that crept up his face was involuntary but when Cas agreed to meet him for lunch, there was little that could have stopped it. That thought alone was enough to have him on the phone, dialing his little brother.

"I am so screwed!" he thinks to himself as it the loud ring buzzes against his ear.

"Sammy, I've found the one!"

"Hello to you too Dean, I'm good thanks for asking. How are you?"

"Hey Sammy, sorry I just got a bit carried away… seriously though I think he's the one. The only problem is, he isn't exactly single and I don't know what to do man… I like him a lot and he's gorgeous, and his eyes are the perfect shade of blue. Like I can't stop staring at them. Tell me what to do, I'm supposed to meet him for lunch and I'm a nervous wreck. I mean I'd rather be his friend than nothing at all, but what if I blurt out something stupid like how perfect his ass is, which it is by the way.. PERFECT! What if I just talk non stop unable to shut up like I am right now. Oh God. Please say something so I can shut up."

"I am assuming you met him at the convention, like… yesterday right, since this is the first time you have mentioned him? So just chill out man, You don't even really know this guy. If a random hot guy can get you this crazy, maybe it's time you start looking into changing your "single" status because it's been quite a while. Just go have lunch, a decent conversation and get to know him. Heck maybe he's a complete weirdo who hates pie."

"Wow Sammy, that actually made me feel a little better. All that Oprah you've been watching is paying off."

"Bite me Jerk."

"Not that hungry, Bitch."

Dean walked up to the restaurant about five minutes late, normally he wouldn't be too freaked out about it but it felt different this time, like it was more significant somehow. The actor was about to panic, until he saw a spiky black sex hair and a cocky smile on the face coming closer from the bus stop a few feet away. It was obvious that he'd put more of an effort into his appearance even though it wasn't exactly lacking anything previously, just seemed like he was dressed for something fancier than pizza with a friend.

Cas looked even more gorgeous than he remembered wearing a buttoned dress shirt that was folded up to his elbows, and following that line Dean tried not to notice the bulging biceps underneath the constraining material. The pale blue shirt made his darker eyes stand out even greater, and from the looks of it he was also wearing skinny jeans.. damn he was in trouble. Dean swallowed hard and did his best to remind himself that Castiel was just a friend, and it absolutely was not a date.

"Hey man it's good to know I wasn't the only one running late. Did you have car trouble, you didn't have to take the bus, I could have picked you up, or somethin if you wanted."

"Hello Dean. Thank you for your concern, but Naomi is fine. "

"Naomi?"

"Oh yes, sorry. Naomi is my Prius. I named her after my mother, because she was the culprit who talked me into buying the Hybrid. Actually I didn't take the bus, but let's go in and If you wanna know I'll tell you about it, even though it really isn't a very interesting story."

They stepped in through the heavy black door and the overwhelming aroma of delicious food caused his eyes to close immediately in appreciation. They ordered a Large Meat Lover's Pizza, Wings, and a couple cold bottles of beer. Dean reached out instinctively and put his hand on Cas' lower back but retracted it barely before making contact. They made their way through the fairly crowded dining area before they found an available table along the back wall. They sat there smiling at one another for a couple minutes before he broke the crazy awesome eye contact.

"Okay Cas. Inquiring minds wanna know… How did you end up at the bus stop if you didn't take the bus?" Dean's hands nervously collected under the table thankfully out of the other man's view.

Cas laughed. "Ok, You can't say I didn't warn you. It's really very stupid..I just helped a lady from my apartment building carry her bags to the bus stop."

"Aww man that's not stupid.. it's really nice of you. You went out of your way to help someone in need.. that's .. hell that's more than most people would do. So you said.. you had a cake appointment or something later?"

"Yes, after lunch. Today is the birthday of Harry's best friend, Ed. Harry is my boyfriend, by the way. Not sure if I mentioned his name before. I know it is unusual to have a birthday party on Sunday night, but Harry and Ed both work Tuesday through Saturday. Anyway, that is also why I suggested meeting here. It is close to the bakery and my apartment."

"It's cool man. Hey, speaking of your boyfriend, what exactly does he think about you going to lunch with a famous actor?"

"You might be famous, but consider this a no ass kissing zone. My Harry has a fan following as well, and I don't feed his ego either." The words could have been taken as harsh, if it weren't for the smile plastered across the man's face.

"Hmm...Harry...Connick Jr.? No he's handsome but too old. Harry… that one guy..oh what's his name.. Pop Singer! Oh God please tell me you're not dating that douchebag!" Dean exclaimed.

Castiel who had been sitting there with quite a large amount of amusement on his face was suddenly giving him a bitch face that would rival his own.

"No I am not dating Harry Styles Dean! Do I really look like someone who would date a member of One Direction? I was going to be nice and maybe buy you a slice of pie or something. Now, there's no pie, consider yourself punished." his face leaking into a small smile, Dean couldn't help but find it freaking adorable.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. Man the look on your face was worth it. I guess it's a good thing I can afford my own pie, and I don't have to depend on the kindness of almost strangers.

"I suppose it is." He replied his smile growing a little sideways as he finished chewing his bite.

So, your boyfriend is Harry and you said his best friend was Ed...?"

"Yes Dean." Cas looked confused as the wheels in Dean's mind were turning trying to remember where he knew the combination from.

"Ohh! I know who he is now. You're dating Harry Sparkler or something.. the ghost guy aren't you?" Dean clapped in victory as the other man tucked his head down in a coy smile of defeat.

"Yes, and the name is Spangler, but how did you guess?" he managed to get out before picking up his slice for another bite.

"My brother keeps sending me links to their YouTube channel. They call themselves Ghostfacers or something right? Cuz they face the ghosts when other's will not or some shit like that." He was trying so hard not to laugh, but it wasn't easily managed..

Cas rolled his eyes before glaring at the man sitting across from him. "I don't know why you are laughing. Harry is very talented and they actually make a pretty good living thanks to that web show."

Now, Dean felt like shit for laughing. It is obvious that Castiel takes his boyfriend's job seriously, no matter how ridiculous it really was."I'm sorry Cas. It's just that you seem so put together and he, well he just doesn't."

"I suppose you are right, but I've known him since before the YouTube channel. They "ran" a website called Hell Hound's Lair, back in college. I was a student worker for the IT department and let's just say that neither of them were tech savvy enough to actually run the site. I got called so many times because they screwed something up."

Dean chuckled along with his friend, yeah the guys didn't really seem the type to think before they jumped.. but Castiel was another story. The man really gave off the vibe of I've got it under control.

"After a while, Harry started asking me out. I finally made a deal with him. I told him I would go out with him if, and only if, the two of them would sign up for a computer class. I found him to be adorable, so that helped. They took the class, figured their shit out, and we've been together ever since." He continued.

"Wow, and when was that?"

"Probably not as long as it sounds, It was my senior year. I'm 29 now, so it will be three years in August."

"Wow man, that's great. uh actually that kinda brings me back to my original question. What does Harry think of you coming to lunch with me?"

"He doesn't mind, I believe he's helping Ed get the party ready. Besides, he knows I would never be unfaithful."

Time flew by as the conversation flowed. He was having a great time, but something seemed off. Well, Cas seemed a bit off, ever since he talked about Harry. All of the sudden, a loud buzz went off. Both men jumped a bit. "Sorry Dean, that was my alarm. It's three o'clock and I really must be going. I still have to pick up the cake before I go to Ed's and he lives about forty-five minutes from here. "

After they split the bill at Cas' insistence, they walked out of the restaurant and found themselves standing next to the Impala. "Is this your car Dean?" Cas asked.

"Yea, this is my baby, she's my version of the batmobile."