A/N: I'll be honest. I'm a little nervous about this chapter. I think some will love it, and some might hate it. Please let me know what you think, even if you don't like it. When I get silence, it's the worst, and it makes me want to delete everything and start all over. ;)

The French Kiss Mistake

Chapter Four

"Refuses? Are you kidding me?" Jensen said. "Let me at him. I'll change his mind." He was usually not a violent person, but there were times when his Dean-ness shined through, like when douchbag angels tried to keep him from going home.

Jared touched his arm, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. "Why won't he send us home? There has to be a reason."

Castiel's eyes followed his every movement, before flickering back up to their faces. When he spoke, it was to Jensen. "I don't know."

"What the hell? You said you knew everything." Jared was no longer calm, and although he looked hot all riled up like that, he couldn't help but wonder at it. His boyfriend was normally not an angry person. In fact, he was one of the most good-natured guys he knew. Well, next to Misha. And he couldn't dwell on that because thinking of him, hurt way too freaking much. But since being in this universe, it was almost as if Jared was becoming more Sam-like. What if the longer they were here the more like their characters they became?

"He told me, I just don't understand it." Castiel was glaring at Jared.

"What exactly did he say, Cas?" Jensen stepped forward, physically trying to separate the two.

"It doesn't matter," Jared said. "Let's just summon him ourselves. I'm so sick of all this crap."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"No one cares what you think, Cas. If you can't help us, why are you even here?"

Castiel puffed up, suddenly a hundred times more intimidating, even without the actual wings showing. A part of him could appreciate how unlike Misha he really was. His angel was a freaking badass. Dean's angel, he reminded himself. The other part of him realized they were about to have a major incident. Either Castiel was going to pop out of there, and no matter what Jared said they could not do this without him, or he was going to smite them all.

"Do not piss off the nerd angels," he whispered, knowing that Cas could still hear him.

"Fine. Whatever." Jared walked away, sitting on the bed with a weariness that tore at his heart. He knew how he felt; they were helpless in this situation. They both just wanted to go home.

"Cas? What did he say, exactly?"

The angel immediately deflated, looking sad. "My heart will go on."

Jensen and Jared exchanged confused looks. "The fuck?"

"It doesn't make any sense to me, but he said you would understand. Oh, and that the song was worse than the movie."

Jared was on his feet in an instant. "He's un-sank the Titanic?"

Castiel stared at them like they were speaking Latin… except he probably spoke Latin. "I don't understand that reference. I don't understand any of this."

"Join the club." Jensen rubbed the back of his neck. Even knowing what Balthazar was referring to didn't help. Seriously? In that episode of the show the angel saved a boatload of people so they could harvest more souls. What did that have to do with them? He needed some alone time with Jared to talk it out. Castiel with his cluelessness was just too distracting.

Unfortunately he realized quickly that that wasn't going to happen.

"I need some air," Jared said walking toward the door.

"Where are you going? It's not exactly safe here." He waved his hands around trying to emphasis his point.

"Relax. I'm just going downstairs to get a beer, so you and your angel can work things out. I'm just in the way."

"He's Dean's angel," he mumbled, following him to the door.

"Don't worry," Jared said with a small smile as he kissed him lightly on the lips. "I just need to think. See if you can get anything else out of Castiel. I'm not sure he's telling us everything. And I meant for you to hear that." His voice was louder at the end, even though they both knew it wasn't necessary.

Jensen nodded. "Okay, but don't be gone long." He gave him another kiss, this one with a promise of things to come. "I need you here."

Once he was gone, Jensen turned his attention to Castiel. "Is he right, Cas? Is there something you're not telling us?"

The angel shifted uneasily. "No, I've told you everything," he said, not looking at him.

Castiel was a terrible liar. Unlike Misha, who could lie like a son of a bitch.

"Why don't I believe you?"

"Because the Winchesters are always skeptical."

"I'm not a Winchester, Cas. I'm not Dean. You get that right?" The angel wouldn't look at him, and suddenly Jensen was afraid he would just pop right out of there. If he remembered correctly, Castiel did not like to be in uneasy situations.

"Of course, I understand. It was a joke."

Jensen grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side of the bed, indicating for him to sit. Cas rolled his eyes, once again highlighting Dean's influence on him. He realized in that moment, that the angel also lost something in this. He lost his friend. But then why was he holding out on them?

Jensen sat down beside him. "Talk."

He stared down at his hands for a while. "Dean… I mean not-Dean, why does not-Sam hate me so much?"

He could tell the angel was stalling, but he was okay with letting him ease in to what was really bothering him. "He doesn't hate you. I mean he's angry that we're stuck here."

"I see," he said, even though Jensen was sure he didn't.

"Honestly, I think it because he feels left out."

Castiel glanced up at him in surprise. "I don't understand."

He tried to think of the best way to explain it. "At home Jared and I… and Misha, not-Cas," he said with a little smile. "We all love each other. We're together…"

"You have a sexual relationship."

Was he really discussing his sex life with an angel? Could he go to hell for sinning in a parallel universe? Of course, just the thoughts he had about the angel already sealed that deal.

"Yes," he said. "But here, it's different. Sam is the odd man out, for good reason. I just think it's hard for Jared. You treat him a lot differently than you treat me. .. because of Dean."

Castiel didn't speak for a while. "Sometimes you remind me so much of him."

The sadness in his voice almost broke his heart. "I know you miss him," he said resisting the urge to put his arms around the angel. "Help us, Cas. So we can get home, and you can get your Dean back."

"You don't understand." His voice was so full of pain, he knew he was missing something.

"But I want to. Explain it to me."

Castiel shook his head. "I can't."

He lifted his chin so the angel had to look at him. His emotions were all over his face… the sorrow, regret… guilt.

"Cas what did you do?"

"He never looks at me the way you do…"

"Who Dean? I know that's not true." He tried not to panic. Cas was the only one on their side. He had to be on their side, right?

"Not openly, anyway." He wouldn't look him in the eye, and Jensen suddenly had had enough.

"Are you working with Balthazar on this? Is this your doing, Cas?" He grabbed his arms, shaking him slightly. He needed answers. Jared was going to flip, throwing 'I-told-you-so's out all over the place.

Castiel looked at him, then. Really looked at him, his blue eyes staring intensely. "No. I swear, I had nothing to do with this. You have to believe me."

"I do." Even as he sighed with relief, he knew there was something more. "But you need to be straight with me. What are you hiding?"

The eyes skittered away once again, this time as if he was embarrassed. "Balthazar said never… he did. But I could tell there was more. He finally agreed to negotiate, his words, with you and not-Sam." He scrubbed at his face, seeming hesitant to go on.

"Cas?" he prompted. It was like pulling teeth getting anything from him.

"He was willing to meet with you immediately. Anxious in fact," he said. "I convinced him to wait."

"God damn it, Cas. Why would you do that?" He wanted to say more. To rant and rave at the angel standing between him and his home, but there was something about the way he looked. He obviously felt awful about what he'd done… but his reasons were important. Jensen wasn't sure how he knew that, but of it, he was absolutely certain.

"You're angry."

"Tell me why you did it."

He sighed heavily. "It doesn't really matter. If you want, I can take you to him now."

"Talk to me, Cas." He touched his cheek, pushing back his anger. "I want to help you," he said softly.

"Why? After what I've done, I don't deserve it."

"This is about Dean, isn't it?"

He hesitated for a moment. "I love him," he said, his voice so low he could barely hear him. "I think I've known for a while. And just seeing you… so open about your feelings, it made me want things I shouldn't."

This time he couldn't stop himself. He pulled the angel into a hug, trying not to sob like a baby. "First of all, Cas," he said. "You have to know that you are one smoking hot Angel of the Lord."

"You're just saying that." As he pulled away, Jensen held on to his hands.

"Are you kidding me? You're all powerful and vulnerable and shit all at the same time. I get hard just thinking about you."

Cas smiled shyly, and God wasn't that just adorable and hot.

"Second of all, Dean cares about you. I honestly think he wants you bad. He just doesn't know how to deal with that."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because it's written in every damn script. 'Dean stares longingly at Castiel.' Now that I know the writers aren't just messing with the fans, it all makes sense."

The angel smiled, looking more hopeful than he had this whole time, and Jensen realized they'd gotten off track. "I still don't understand why you don't want us to leave. I can never be Dean."

"I don't want you…" he said and was suddenly flustered. "I mean I do want you. My vessel is aroused right now from being near you, and my mind is flooded with thoughts of you touching me… and I can't remember what I was saying…" His glanced up, his blue eyes filled with need and distress…

Jensen was having a hard time not jumping him right then and there. It was the innocence and confusion evident in his voice… that made him want the angel even more and held him back at the same time.

"You don't want me…" he said throwing his words back at him as a reminder.

"I want Dean." Thinking about him must have helped, because he was suddenly more in control. "I mean I want to be with him. It's not just about sex. We have a profound bond. We belong together."

Jensen smiled at him, glad he'd been able to control himself. "I know you do. I sincerely believe that."

"Then you'll help me?"

"Wait, what?" He was definitely missing something.

"This is why I needed more time, not-Dean," he said his voice strong. "I need you to show me how…"

"How to what?" He knew he should understand but for some reason he just wasn't getting it.

Castiel's blue eyes were so clear and intense, Jensen couldn't look away even if he wanted.

"How to seduce Dean Winchester."

A/N2: The concept of not-Dean is borrowed from GoldenPetal13's not-rabbit because I love that story (and her) and I wait patiently for her to finish it someday.