Castiel stood up; making Dean's head hit the couch with a sudden quiet thump. He looked down at the human before him, sprawled on the couch. He tried keeping his emotions hidden but by the look on Dean's face he knew it was all too obvious. He looked away, hurt and anger apparent on his face. He looked down, closing his eyes, unaccustomed to feeling so much when he wasn't used to having any feelings at all. "W-Why did you do it then? Why do you always have to screw around with everybody's feelings all the time? You got tired of playing around with human females so you thought it would be fun to try and see if you can have your way with angels too? Are you seriously that fucked up? Do you not realize that I am not here, down on earth to fulfil your every wish? I'm not your toy Dean. You cannot treat me like one either. You expect me to take your crap just like all the other whores did?" The angel took a deep breath, both his hands clenched in a fist. He didn't seem to care about the swear words that were coming out of his mouth. "No wonder you always end up alone. You don't deserve anyone who cares or has ever cared about you. I would leave and never come back if I could. But this bond between us is keeping me here on earth. I wish there was a way to break it…" Castiel took a deep breath, slowly unclenching his fists, trying to calm himself down. He realized those last words were for hurting Dean as much as possible and as he finally looked up, he saw that he succeeded.

Dean was now in a sitting position, looking down at his intertwined fingers, on his lap. His face was expressionless, his mouth was a thin, barely visible line and if he would look up Castiel would be able to see just how it hurt Dean to hear those words. But Dean kept his head low, not moving for a few moments, giving Castiel the impression that he wasn't even listening to him. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Dean finally appeared as if he just realized that Castiel was still standing there, staring quietly at him. He looked up, not quite meeting his eyes. Clearing his throat, he walked over to the chair, fetching his coat. His shoulders were stiff from the tension in his body. He put the jacket on, with his back at the angel, took his car keys out of his pocket, needing something to distracting himself with so he won't have to look into the angel's eyes. He let out a deep breath, scratching the back of his head, uncomfortably then he spoke quietly, hiding his real emotion under a thin shield of ignorance. "Well, I never would have imagined that you felt that way." He took a few steps towards the door, which to his horror was also towards the angel he was trying to distance himself from. "I do hope that you will find a way to free yourself from this so-called hell that I've been putting you through."

"Dean…" Castiel swallowed hard as he saw the pain so clearly on the human's face, even though he tried to conceal it. All the angel's wrath suddenly drained away at the sight in front of him. As mad as he was, he could not prevent his soul from responding to Dean's sadness.

Dean held up a hand, to cut Castiel off. A small, sad smile played on his lips as he finally looked up into the angel's blue eyes. "I really did not mean to offend you tonight. I was drunk and wasn't thinking clearly. I certainly wasn't trying to use or mislead you into anything and then just toss you away like you accused me off doing with so many other women and you certainly weren't an experiment of some sort, like you think you were." He took a deep breath, trying to keep his façade intact even though he suspected that Castiel saw through it. Dean took another deep breath and flashed Castiel a downright fake smile. "Well, I'm not much into chick flick moments so I think I better go." He walked past the angel, his head held up high, trying to regain some of his dignity. He abruptly stopped in the doorway and turned back half way, looking at the back of the angel's head. "You should talk to Gabriel or Sam about the bond. Especially Sam; he's a nerd. He knows almost anything. And if there is a way to break it, he will dig it up.

Without another word, Dean quietly made his way out of the house, stopping on the porch, taking in a deep breath. He realized his baby was back at the bar, so sighing heavily, he started walking slowly back on the path he walked just a few hours ago with his best friend at his side. Or his ex-best friend.

Castiel remained in the middle of the living room for a few moments. He never expected to hear all those things from Dean. He was so confused. He had never acted the way he had just a few moments ago. He had never been so angry and sad at the same time either. However, since he met Dean it seemed like he was experiencing all these new and exciting things that he couldn't resist. He collapsed down on the couch, a feeling of hopelessness taking over his and his body. He put his head in his hands, closing his eyes, not knowing what he should do next.

Rays of sunlight illuminated the room through the big window on the angel's left side. He looked up, not realizing he had spent so much time in the abandoned house after Dean had left. It felt more like half an hour or so. The angel stood up and looked around, his eyes unfocused as if he was coming out of a trance. He wondered what to do next. He remembered Dean mentioning that he should talk to Sam or Gabriel about this bond business. Did he really want to get away from Dean forever? Or were those words only meant to hurt? Castiel didn't know. He didn't like being tied down in a world he didn't understand and where everything was so different than what he was used to. But then again, he couldn't imagine living all eternity without his best friend. They shared lots of memories, good and bad. Mostly bad; but Castiel cherished the good ones very much. He didn't want to give that away but he wasn't sure if things would be different between Dean and him from now on. One thing was clear to Castiel. He didn't wish to break the bond between Dean and him. He decided to go talk to Sam, asking him how to remedy this whole screwed up situation.

After an hour of walking back to the bar, Dean got into his car, more depressed than he would let on to anyone. He started the car up and drove slowly back towards the motel, trying hard to put a smile on his face for when he would see Sam. He couldn't understand why the thought of never seeing Castiel caused him so much pain. He's been doing just fine before he came along and Dean could go back into that hell of a lonely life. Maybe it was better this anyways, he thought. Castiel was right; he didn't really deserve anyone's love. He knew that. Having Castiel throw it in his face when he last expected it; well it just caught him by surprise. And it cut deep, deeper than Dean thought it could. Castiel was his one and only friend. There was absolutely no way he'd meet anyone else who he could befriend and who wouldn't try to kill him sooner or later. Dean sighed and turned on the radio. "I'm all out of love" by Air Supply instantly started playing, making Dean cursed softly under his breath as he tried hard not to pay any real attention to the lyrics.

"…I want you to come back and carry me home
Away from this long lonely nights
I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too
Does the feeling seem oh so right
And what would you say if I called on you now
And said that I can't hold on
There's no easy way, it gets harder each day
Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone…"

Dean shut the radio off, unable to listen to that song anymore. He wasn't sure what was happening to him lately. This wasn't like him. Except for Anna, he never had that urge to kiss an angel before. And Anna wasn't even an angel when they had sex. He knew he wasn't into guys. He had never shown any interest in them until tonight. He wasn't a big fan of chick flicks but with Castiel around, that's all he seemed to do. Talk about feelings and all that crap that Dean wasn't particularly eager to talk about. "So what the hell happened tonight?" Dean wondered as he parked the Impala in the motel's parking lot. He could always blame it on booze, he reasoned. He was drunk wasn't he? Dean sighed, resting his forehead against the wheel, closing his eyes. He was probably just overreacting. Him and Cas had fights all the time; about small, insignificant things, really. This was just like that, wasn't it? Dean groaned, sitting up straight, looking in the direction of the motel. He doubted Sam was there, so he'd at least get some peace tonight. He got out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him as he made his way slowly toward their motel room. He had dark circles under his eyes. He flinched; the small lamps on the motel's hallway were too bright for his fatigued eyes. He stopped in front of their door, 329 and fished out the motel key out of his pocket. He opened the door lazily and stepped inside; looking up as he realized the light was on.

Sam was sprawled out on the bed, hid hands resting under his head as he looked up at the ceiling, seeming deep in thought. He jerked upright as he heard the door open and looked at Dean as he walked in. He sat up and frowned, a worried expression on his face. "Where the hell were you? I called you a thousand times."

Dean tossed the keys on the table, taking his jacket off, and sat down on the nearest chair with a tired sigh. "…I was out drinking. Why? Did Gabriel get tired of you and tossed you away like a piece of junk?"

Sam glared at Dean, crossing his arms over his chest, giving Dean his best bitch face. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about but don't ever talk about Gabriel like that. Do you understand?"

Dean raised an eyebrow and looked up at Sam, an amused expression on his face. "Very defensive aren't we? I thought you didn't really like Gabriel. What changed?"

"How do you even know I've been spending time with Gabriel?" Sam asked, a little put off by Dean's obvious knowledge of his affairs.

Dean shrugged then smirked. "I have spies all over the place little brother."

"Yeah, of course you do." He rolls his eyes and starts moving around the room. "So where were you all night? I needed to talk to you. I send Castiel to go and get you, but I guess it didn't work out."

Dean looked down and flinched. "No it did not."

Confusion spread of Sam's features as he turned to look at his brother. "Something happened?" He sat down on the edge of the closest bed and looked at Dean curiously. "Wanna talk about it?"

Dean looked up with a "what the fuck?" expression on his face. "When do I ever wanna talk about things?"

Sam sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Just tell me what happened. Cas is the only friend you have right now. Well, except for me but still. Just tell me." He implored, giving Dean his puppy eyed look, hoping that it would work on his brother once more. He felt guilty for wanting to leave him again.

Dean shook his head and leaned back on the chair. "How about we talk about the crush you have on Gabriel." Dean stared squarely into Sam's eyes. "When were you going to tell me you were into guys? I'm your brother. Don't you think I should know?"

Sam let out a small laugh and shook his head. "Dean you're the most heterosexual man, I've ever met. Even the thought of kissing another dude repulses you. So to answer your question, I didn't plan on ever telling you. I don't want to make things weird between us."

Dean looked down and sighed. "It doesn't matter to me, who you like and who you want to do it with as long as you're happy." He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Although I never would have thought that Gabriel would be the one for you; you guys are the exact opposite."

"I guess it's true. Opposites really attract." Sam shrugged, looking down as a faint blush spread over his cheeks.

Dean looked down and frowned, resting his head in his hands and mumbled softly. "Not all opposites attract, really."

Sam stood up and started pacing the room. "If you're talking about what happened with Castiel tonight…well then just give it time. He'll come back. He always does."

Dean's head snapped up as he looked at his brother in confusion. "How do you know what happened to Castiel and I tonight. Has he been here already?" Panic took over Dean's features for a moment then he shook his head, trying to clear it, hiding all his thoughts and emotions behind his usual façade.

Sam was staring at his older brother, looking more confused than ever. He slowly shook his head, wanting to calm Dean down. "No he hasn't been here, since earlier last night actually. When I asked him to go after you and make sure you don't get too drunk since I needed to talk to you about something important."

The older Winchester nodded his head slowly, already having gotten his emotions under control. He cleared his throat and looked up at his brother before him, then sighed. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Sam sat down on the edge of the nearest bed once more and, cleared his throat, looking down at the floor, wondering how to break the news to his brother. "Well, now that you know I've been seeing Gabriel so I guess this will make it less weird…" He cleared his throat once more, feeling nervous.

Dean, in no mood for any of this just rolled his eyes and sighed. "Just spill it out little brother."

Sam nodded and looked up at Dean, locking eye contact. "I want to go with him."

Dean froze, trying to keep his expression blank. "Go with him where? On a date?"

Sam stood up, shaking his head repeatedly. "No, not on a date Dean. I want to go live with him."

"Live with him?" Dean sat up from the chair, scratching the back of his head as he slowly made his way around the room, finally stopping in front of the dirty motel window. He looked outside at the clear blue sky and slowly shook his head, letting out a dry laugh. "Wow. This is a new level of stupidity Sam. Even for you." Chuckling softly, Dean shook his head slightly, passing a hand over his face.

Dean looked down for a minute, thinking Sam's news over. He looked up and turned to look at his brother, holding up his hand, wanting to show that he isn't going to fight anymore. He sighed and nodded his head slowly. "All right. So where exactly do you plan on living? I wasn't aware angels had a home on earth." He raises an eyebrow and asks curiously. "Do they?"

Sam shook his head slowly and chuckled. "Not that I know of. He did talk about a cottage in the Carpathian Mountains. He said it is the most peaceful place on earth so I really want to go see it."

"How do you know he's serious about all this Sam? I mean, we are talking about the trickster here, you know."

When Sam didn't reply, Dean kept throwing questions at him. "And I didn't even know you were into dudes! Don't you think this is moving just too fast? Maybe this is just a phase Sam, can't you just…I don't know. Wait a little while longer?"

Sam scoffed, picking up his bag, from the floor, throwing it on the bed and looking at Dean, a stubborn expression on his face. "It's not a phase Dean. I've thought about this a lot. You know I've always liked travelling and now I'll have a chance to do it all over the place. I mean, let's be honest here. We haven't had a case in months and it's too late for me to go back to school now. Besides, I think it's just best we go our own way. It's not like we won't talk. I'll still have this, you know." He held up his phone and gave his brother a small, hopeful smile.

Dean sighed, looking down, in defeat, realizing nothing he said would change Sam's mind. "Okay fine. But if hurts you, I swear to God, I'll hunt him down and kill him, understood?"

Sam chuckled, smiling widely and nodded. "Yes Dean, understood."

"Good." He looked over at Sam's bag and took in a deep breath. "So you're all packed up, huh?"

"Yeah, pretty much." He looked over at Dean, a little bit worried. "What will you be doing? Got any plans?"

Dean shook his head, biting on his lower lip, then putting on a small fake smile for his brother, not wanting him to worry. "I'll do what I've always done best. Hunt. And just go wherever that takes me."

"What about Cas?" The younger Winchester asked curiously, knowing there was something that Dean wasn't telling him.

Dean shrugged. "What about him? He's got his own stuff to do. It's not like we're married or anything."

Sam rolled his eyes, and picked up his bag. "He cares about you, you know. Don't screw it up."

Dean let out a humourless laugh and mumbled softly under his breath. "Too late for that."

Sam narrowed his eyes, watching Dean closely. "You were alone with him for a couple of hours only! What the hell happened?"

Dean sighed. "You should go now. There's no point in delaying you're leave, is there now?"

Sam nodded and walked towards the door, grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door then turned to look back at Dean. "Call me if you need anything all right?"

Dean nodded then smiled. "Same goes for you."

There was an awkward silence between the two brothers as they stared at each other, neither of them really wanting to say goodbye. Finally Dean rolled his eyes and took a step closer to his brother, holding out his arms. "Come on, let's get this chick flick moment over it. I'm going to start to cry soon."

Sam chuckled, wrapping his arms around his brother's waist, hugging him tight. Clearing his throat, he pulled away and smiled awkwardly. "I'll see you around."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, take care. And call me if you need anything!" He called out, before closing the door, once more remaining alone.

Hey Everyone!

Sorry about the really late update. Had kind of a writer's block.

This chapter is kinda short but there will be another one coming up soon!

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