It took a lot to get the information out of Cas on where he lived, but eventually we drove up to a housing unit. "This it?"

Castiel swung the passenger door open, laughing bitterly "Home sweet home." Stumbles a bit, cursing under his breath.

I sigh and park the car, getting out to help him get to his room. "You have the keys to your apartment, right?"

Castiel leaned against me for support, digging into his pockets "They are in here somewhere- there they are!" he chuckles and pulls them out. "Ta-da!"

I chuckle and take them from him, helping him get up the stairs and to the door of his apartment. I unlock the door and open it, stopping dead in my tracks.

The studio apartment was not very big, it had a couch and a table as its only furniture, it was pretty questionable if there was enough space for even one person. But that was not what caught my attention. Every square inch of the place was covered in canvas and paper. Breathtaking paintings of various things from flowers to cityscapes leaned against all four walls. "Cas...you are.."

"They are amature at best.." he mutters, walks to the couch , disturbing the papers on the floor as he does so. He kicks off his shoes and slumps into the couch, letting out a large yawn.

"That painting in the gallery...That was yours, wasn't it."

"So what if it was?" Castiel grumbled, turning onto his stomach "There is no point claiming it..though it would be great to see Janet flip out.." chuckles to himself.

I slowly walk over to the couch, trying to avoid stepping on as many papers as possible. "You know... a lot of people wanted to purchase that piece..."

Castiel chuckled , "There is usually only two times people want to buy a painting. One. you gotta be dead, which I am not. And two. there has to be some mystery. If I speak up, and they find out who I am, where is the mystery?"

I scoffed a little bit. That was a ridiculous way of thinking! "You are joking right? How would you get money if you never claim the painting to be sold! I mean, you could get a larger apartment with what you could of made on that painting!" I do not know why I was exactly arguing with a drunk man, or why I was so insistent...but, it was just...just... just frustrating! I sit next to him on the couch and punch him in the arm. "You are going to claim that painting." I used a stern voice, looking at Castiel right in the eyes.

Castiel stared right back, seeming to sober up a bit at the last comment I made. " No way in hell." He said.

I cross my arms, I am not one for losing this argument. One thing the Winchesters are known for is their stubbornness. "Is that a challenge?

Because I am pretty damn sure I could pick you up and carry you to the gallery, announcing to the whole place who you are."

Castiel glared a little, his face souring. "The real question is why do you care if I claim it or not. Look here Cufflinks-"

"It's Dean." I frown

"If you call me Cas, I call you Cufflinks" Castiel retorts before continuing "As I was saying, you really have no reason to care, we just met."

I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. He did have a point..Why was I so interested in this man? There really was not any point to be so upset as I was "Well...uh.." My tongue felt swollen and my mind completely blank, no words would come out of my mouth.

"My point exactly." Castiel nods, satisfied with my look of defeat.

I frowned more. Come on Dean, think of a comeback, any comeback..don't let him win! "Well, maybe if you actually let people get to know you rather than being practically cold to everyone, maybe I could actually have a reason ." Nice!

Castiel scoffed. Yes, his expression was perfect. Checkmate asshole. "I am not cold!"

I laugh. "You stare people down like you are going to murder them and say nothing! That isn't just cold, it is creepy as hell!"

"I was not staring at you I was just-" Castiel stopped, frowning deeply before muttering under his breath. "I did not mean to stare..."

I raise my eyebrow, he looked like he was going to defend himself, but then stopped. "What were you going to say?"

Castiel ran his fingers through his thick dark brown hair. "Nothing. I was going to say nothing." He sighed and looked straight at me. "There is nothing about me that you would want to get to know. I am quite a boring person."

I doubt that greatly. "Well, then you would have no issues with us hanging out then. Surely if you have nothing to show, you would not mind having lunch with me tomorrow." I smirk at Castiel's expression. He definitely did not see that one coming.

"A little quick to be asking me out to lunch don't you think.." He hesitates, staring anywhere but in my direction. Was he...embarrassed?

I blink a bit at his reaction before realizing how flirty I must have sounded. Oh shit. "I mean as friends! not..not a date" I confirm, feeling my face heat up. Damn it Dean, you sound like an idiot!

Castiel seemed to relax at that, trying to brush off the awkwardness with a sarcastic sigh. " I have nothing better to do. I am free after the art viewing that ends at twelve."

I smile a bit. "Tell you what, I will pick you up at the gallery." I pull out one of my business cards and hand it to Castiel. "There is my number if you need anything. And you better not chicken out, because I am going to have a lot of questions that you must answer if I am going to get to know you."

"Are you going to try and steal my identity or what? I assure you I am broke." Castiel frowns but then laughs " Yeah yeah, whatever Dean."

I smile slightly "That is the first time you actually called me by my name."

Castiel's face reddened slightly, frowning and crossing his arms "Well, don't be getting used to it Cufflinks."

I sigh and roll my eyes. laughing. What a goof. "Yeah, whatever you say Cas." I look at my watch and sigh. It was already one in the morning, I should be getting back home. "Well buddy, I have to move out, I have work tomorrow. See you at lunch." I get up to leave, stretching a little bit.

"Wait!" Castiel called out, scrambling to grab a blank sheet of paper before scribbling something down on it. "Here..That is my number. Don't go losing it because I won't write it again."

I chuckle a little before nodding. "Wouldn't dream of it. Goodnight Cas." And with that, I left.