One day in peace is apparently too much to ask for. Just three days after dealing with Naomi, and Cas wanted a small break from everything. So he sat at the base of a tree, working on a paper he has due for one of his classes.

Then Meg decides to slither in next to him. "Hey there, gorgeous."

Cas groans, and rests his head on his notebook that's settled on his knees. "Go away, Masters."

Meg just croons. "Don't be like that, Cas." He feels her finger tracing his ear. "We've had so much fun together."

He repeatedly hits his head on his book. "If by fun you mean your group of thugs beating me up everyday then yes, we've had a blast." Cas takes a deep breath, and sits back against the tree trunk. "Where's Luke anyway?"

"He's busy," she dismisses. "I'm all yours."

"You wish," Cas retorts, his paper going untouched for the time being.

He can't see it, but he knows Meg's smiling. "You know it."

"Go away now, snake. I need to work." Cas loses his breath as Meg straddles his legs and sits on him.

"Snake? That's new," she breathes in his ear. "I like it." Cas pushes her off his lap, and he stands up, brushing off his pants. "Aw, you hurt my feelings, big boy," Meg says from her position on the ground.

Cas chuckles. "You don't have feelings, Masters," and he walks away. He turns around a building to try and find another tree to sit under, when he literally runs into Dean. Papers drop, and Cas can only laugh. "This day is going perfect," he mumbles to himself.

Dean helps gather his things, and hands them back. "Hey, man."

"Hello, Dean. Thank you for that." Cas stuff his papers and his notebook in his bag, and smooths his hair back. "I've been having an... off day."

Dean smiles. "I've had plenty of those." Cas tilts his head, a small confused smile adorning his face, but he doesn't question it. "Are you doing anything tonight?"

Cas shakes his head. "Not anything important," he finds himself saying, even though he has a five page paper due in a few days, and it's currently sitting in his backpack, one page complete. "Why? What's going on?"

"Well, uh, there's this thing going on in the center, and I was wondering if you were going?" Dean shifts his feet, not looking at Cas for more than a second.

Honestly, Cas has no idea what Dean's talking about. But, what the hell? "I wasn't planning on it, but I guess I can make it." Cas smiles as Dean's face lights up, even though he's trying to hide it. "What time?"

"It's at nine. I can come by and we can walk there together?"

"Sure." Cas grins, and waves goodbye as Dean walks away.

If anyone asked, Cas would vehemently deny that he was ogling Dean's ass.

The "thing" is a concert, a tiny fact Dean forgot to mention. Cas isn't a big fan of things like these, but he isn't leaving now. Not with Dean next to him smiling like a loon.

"My parents would drive us up here every year. We would sit," Dean points to an area on the right, "right there."

Cas watches him smile as he talks about his mother, her hair swaying as she danced with her children, and how one year his father broke his ankle, but Mary forced him to sit and watch anyways.

Dean swiftly glosses over the mention of his brother, never talking about him for too long, and Cas doesn't say anything.

"I wish my parents brought me to something like this," Cas says.

Dean turns to him, mouth agape. "You're telling me this is your first concert?" Cas nods. "So what did you sneak out for? Movies? The mall?"

Cas laughs. "I never snuck out."

Dean clutches his chest, and gasps. "What kind of kid were you?"

"The one who read books and played hockey. You're talking to the captain of the Gladiators." Cas puffs out his chest.

They sit where Dean sat as a kid. Dean laid out a blanket for them to sit on until the concert started. "But you didn't keep playing?" Dean asks.

"No point. It was fun, and I could've gotten a scholarship, but," Cas shrugs his shoulders. Dean doesn't respond, and a sad expression crossed his face. Cas has no clue why, but he elbows him in the ribs. "I don't even know who's playing."

"Mostly local bands. Never anyone too big. And they sort them by genre. Rock, pop, electronica, et cetra, et cetra," Dean explains. Cas already likes it.

"Sounds good," Cas says, and rests his arms on his drawn up knees. Dean's on his right, leaning back on his hands, and looks completely relaxed, eyes closed and everything.

For a few minutes, Cas actually panics. Is this a date? Did Dean just invite him as a friend? Did he invite other people? In the end, Cas breathes in and out enough that he's much calmer than a second ago. It doesn't matter, he thinks, and I just need to enjoy the show.

A few hours ago, it was a lot warmer, one of the much warmer days in October. But now it's night, and he's freezing, dressed in a light sweater and jeans. His arms are crossed across his chest, hands inside his sleeves.

"Here." Before Cas can say otherwise, Dean drapes his worn leather jacket around Cas' shoulders. He's instantly warm, and not from the jacket.

"Thanks," Cas says, refusing to look Dean in the eye. He focuses instead on the stage, and the people setting up. And not on Dean, sitting next to him, probably cold so Cas can be warm.

He tries, tries his hardest to relax, he does. But then he spots something out of the corner of his eye. By something, he means a certain group of people.

Cas lets go of his knees, and moves back so Dean's blocking his face. Dean doesn't notice. Now Cas is pretty much trapped. If he stayed, they're going to come over. If he left, they would see and follow him.

He's about to tell Dean that he's going to the bathroom, when he realizes there's the other group standing across the field.

Neither notice Cas is sitting on a picnic blanket with Dean. He's going to try and keep it that way. Try.

Raphael is glaring at Luke, Meg is smirking at Naomi, who's stone-faced next to Raphael. This won't end well.

"Great,' Dean says, startling Cas out of his staring. "They're here. Can't they go not fight somewhere else?"

Cas chuckles, kind of nervously, but Dean doesn't seem to notice. "I know."

Cas thinks that he's okay, that they'll glare until their eyes dry out and then they'll leave. But life isn't fair, and that's not what happens.

Meg's scanning the area, and their eyes meet. She smiles, licks her lips, and taps Luke on the shoulder. She whispers in his ear, and Luke turns to Cas.

He grins.

They start walking over.

Cas doesn't even notice Dean's arm resting behind him.

This seems like a really short chapter... oh well. I seem to update really randomly, and this is the last of the pre-written story. So I'm apologizing in advance if it takes longer to update. Sorry again :(