So, I decided that I'm going to do my best to post a new chapter once a week. It may occur any day during the week, but there will be at least one new chapter a week. I'm so glad you guys like this story so much! Reading your reviews just makes me smile! :) enjoy chapter 4!

The four quickly sat down at a square table with two chairs on the left and two on the right. Sam and Charlie took the chairs on the left, leaving Dean to sit next to Cas. Sam cut the pie, not quite looking at his brother, even when he handed Dean his plate. Cas seemed unaware of the tension. Charlie sighed. Time to figure out what those boneheads are arguing about now.

"So," she started, making the other three jump at the sudden sound. "Do you want to tell us why you two were shouting?"

For the first time since they sat down, the brothers looked at each other. Dean cleared his throat.

"I'd rather not."

"Dean, I can tell something is troubling you," Cas pointed out around a mouthful of pie.

Charlie glared at the Winchesters. Nothing ever goes well when they bury their anger... You think they'd have learned this by now, but I guess not. She sighed, realizing there was no point in pushing them to talk. Eventually, one of them will punch the other, and everything will be perfectly fine again anyways. She turned a bright smile on Dean.

"Have you talked to Cas about what I mentioned yet?"

Dean choked on his pie. "Don't think I know what you mean, kiddo."

She rolled her eyes. "Dean, please. Step out of your little glass closet."

Dean resignedly put his fork down on the table. "Charlie, I really don't think this is a good time-"

"It's the perfect time, and you know it! Grow a set and talk to him for God's sake!"

Dean's face turned red and Charlie stood. "Well, I'd say my work here is done. Should we leave them alone, Sammy?"

Sam grumbled about his name not being Sammy as he grabbed his plate and left the room with Charlie. Cas shot Dean a confused look. Dean sighed. This is seriously not my day.

"Why did they leave like that? What do you have to talk to me about?"

Dean didn't answer for a few moments. He honestly wasn't completely sure why he "had" to talk to Cas himself. He supposed he should just tell the angel what Charlie had tried to tell him earlier that day. How do I say this...? "Charlie seems to think I love you."

Cas's expression turned from puzzled to hurt. "I thought you did love me. You said I was family."

A small grin broke through on Dean's face. "Not that kind of love. Like... In love." God, it's like talking to a third grade girl.

Cas nodded thoughtfully. "And you aren't."

"No, of course not!"

"Then why does she think you are?"

That stopped Dean short. That, in all his musings, was the only question he had been unable to answer.

"I... I don't know." He sighed in frustration.

Cas took another bite of pie, unaware of Dean's inner confusion. "Maybe you should ask her," he suggested.

Dean nodded reluctantly. "I'll talk to her about it tomorrow."

Cas turned around. "Charlie, you can stop listening at the door, now."

Charlie came through the doorway, indignant. "I was not listening at the door! What kind of person do you think I am?"

"A sneaky one," Dean answered.

She crossed her arms. "So, I hope you talked about what I told you to talk about."

Dan nodded.

Suddenly, there was a thud from the next room.

"Sammy!" Dean took off, Charlie and Cas close behind him.

So, as of last night's episode, my story is officially completely AU. I hope you liked this chapter, and, as always, your reviews make my day brighter. So please leave them. I would be very happy if you did!