A/N: Oh hi I'm not sure if anyone's reading this but I'm having a lot of fun writing it :P :P Thank you for the follows and reviews and whatnot ;)

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Emm xx

DAY THREE

"So I haven't heard from you in like a week, I thought maybe you'd fallen down the toilet or something." Lisa knocked her shoulder against Dean's as they strolled down the street through the early morning crowds of people rushing to get to work. Dean rolled his eyes as he took a sip of the scalding hot coffee he was holding.

"Yeah I been kinda busy y'know, Sam has exams coming up and I've been helping him study when I'm not at work or the bar."

"Oh cut the crap Winchester! I know you think I've been over obsessing about the wedding and that's why you've been dodging my calls."

"Lis you haven't had the engagement party yet and you've already narrowed it down to three colour schemes for the big day."

Lisa glared playfully at her best friend and stole the cup out of his hands so that she could drink from it.

"I like to be prepared there isn't a ban on that you know. Speaking of which, which floozy are you bringing on Saturday? Please tell me it isn't that crazy superskank from the bar?"

"I have no idea who you are referring to, Miss Braeden. But alas I will be flying solo."

They came to a stop outside of Dean's company building and Lisa handed back his coffee whilst fixing him with a stern glare.

"You're up to something Dean I know you too well."

Dean smiled and shot her a brief wink before disappearing through the entry doors, leaving Lisa standing on the street staring at his retreating form.

"Good morning Dean."

"Huh what? Oh hey Cass."

From his seat Dean could see the man's form freeze at the new nickname he had suddenly acquired but as quickly as it had hit Castiel snapped out of it and was shrugging his coat onto the back of his own chair.

"How was your night?"

" Uh fine… And yours?"

Castiel's lips quirked upwards in that little half smile that Dean had seen in his dreams since he'd been graced with it the other day in the elevator and his eyes adopted a slightly glazed surface.

"It was good."

Dean's eyebrow escalated up into his hairline on its own accord. He knew that look all too well but never had it made him as uncomfortable as it did right at that moment. He cleared his throat unnecessarily and busied himself with straightening the folders that miraculously turn ed up on his desk.

"Uh that's great man."

"Are you okay Dean?"

The hazel eyed man glanced up again to see Castiel watching him intently, concern now etched on his features as his eyes followed Dean's movement. Dean forced a smile onto his face, he had perfected doing that over the years so that he wouldn't look like a constipated rat.

"Yeah Cass, I'm fine."

DAY FOUR

"Hey!"

Dean blinked as a dishcloth was flicked in his face and Jo was standing in front of him, frowning.

"What?"

"You're meant to be working here not killing time until the apocalypse strikes."

Dean sighed and grabbed the cloth from the blonde's hand, wiping down the bar counter obediently. Even though it was creeping close to midnight there were still more than two dozen patrons lounging round Ellen's Bar. As he finished cleaning up the spilled scotch off of the wooden surface he realised that Jo hadn't moved from her spot.

"Need something?"

"Yeah you doof, drinks. The couple over there want a whiskey on the rocks and a beer and they want it like an hour ago."

Dean turned his head to the two o clock position to catch a glimpse of the people Jo was talking about then double… No, triple taked at the sight that greeted him.

Castiel was sitting at a booth with a blond haired man. The man was leaning over the table and playing with Cass's fingers one by one whilst the raven haired smiled softly, his eyes dancing in the soft ambient of the bar's lighting.

Dean's stomach lurched and he swayed unsteady on his feet, thanking whatever God there was that he was behind the bar that night and not serving tables.

"Dean?"

Jo's tone had switched from impatience to sisterly concern in a matter of seconds as the native Kansan's face paled significantly.

Dean fumbled for the opening hatch that had been installed and walked robotically into the main area of the bar, hoping that he hadn't been seen. A quick peek told him that Cass was stil unaware of his surroundings other than that moment with that man and Dean had to get out of there as fast as he could.

"I- Uh I just remembered I gotta pick Sam up from the uh… the library."

He snatched his jacket and keys up from where he had dropped them when he started his shift and dashed towards the door.

"The library?! Dean it's midnight!"

Ingnoring's Jo's yells after him he slipped outside of the building and all but ran down the street until he was at least three blocks away from the bar.

Sliding down the wall of a closed boutique, Dean landed gracelessly onto the concrete and dropped his head into his hands. Feeling something damp on his palm he pulled away to see water smeared on them. He hadn't even noticed that he had been crying. He sighed sadly and scrubbed at his eyes in resignation.

Shit he thought to himself, opting to whack his head against the shop's wall instead. I've got it bad for Cass.

A/N: So end chapter three I'd love to know what you think? I'm not sure whether to continue or not :') xx