A/N: I don't own any of these characters unfortunately. If I did, trust me, half of the things that happen in the show would NOT happen *cough cough looking at you season 9*


"So you're Sam and Dean Winchester," Garth says as he stuffs another large bite of his hamburger into his his mouth. Jesus, for a guy who looks like he would break if someone shakes his hand, he can really eat a lot of red meat. "It's actually such an honor to meet you. I've heard a lot about your father. John was basically a legend."

"Yeah," Sam attempts to smile. "Yeah, dad was really…," he fades off, clearing his throat.

A round table just big neought for the four of them- a hunter, two feds, and an angel; as Dean runs through it in his mind he realizes just how strange it all sounds. They're in a bar, too. This could be the start of some bad joke. Garth had been trying to make pleasant conversation about hunting, but seeing that the boys are resistant to that conversation, he switches gears. "How did the police station go?"

Dean cringes at the thought of it. "They had nothing. Although we almost got ourselves into trouble as someone,"angry glance twoards Cas, "slipped up and said demons… Again. After I had already told him to lie about it."

"I wasn't aware I had to lie to him, too," Cas replies, voice low and cold.

"Let's just assume that anyone who's not me, you, Sam, Bobby, or Garth, we need to lie to unless I give you other, very clear instructions."

"Dean," Sam cuts in. "Don't be so hard on him. He didn't know."

Dean sighs. Ever since getting to the bar, Cas and Sam had all but made out. Dean is sure he saw a kiss passed between the two. Okay, so that's an exaggeration. But there is some serious hard core bromancing going on between them. Smiles are passed as often as waves crash on the shore for them.

Dean takes a bite of his burger- which lacks extra onions, by the way. Over all, it's an okay burger but what kind of bacon cheeseburger only has two pieces of bacon? Not Dean's kind of burger.

"So we're back to square one, then?" Garth asks, another bite of his second hamburger going into his mouth.

"Looks like it."

A huge sigh collectively escapes the three humans. A memory of an earlier conversation resurfaces. Shit. "Sammy, what hotel room are you staying in?"

"Garth and I are staying in 217."

Dammit, Bobby. "It's just me and Cas, then?"

"Looks like." Sam smirks at Castiel, who gives Sam a look that's gone before Dean can identify it. "Who knows, maybe it'll be like a sleepover."

"Fuck you, Sam," Dean mouths when Garth and Cas are looking away. Sam smiles widely.

They eat their meal, small talking the whole time. Garth doesn't attempt to bring up hunting or John again, and neither do the brothers. Castiel mostly just sits there quietly, listening and watching human interactions. Hopefully one day he won't just sit there awkwardly giving everyone intense stares while they talk but actually join in on the conversation. But maybe that's a little much to ask, isn't it?

Dean decides to leave before Sam and Garth do and he figures Cas would stay with them but, no, of course not, why would he do that? Sarcasm is a really nice defense mechanism. No, as soon as Dean puts on his jacket, the angel is by his side waiting like an obedient dog. On the drive back to the hotel, Dean's mind is too full of thoughts on his brother, the case, and his dad to attempt any conversation but Castiel seems content with the silence.

Room 218 is in the middle of the hallway, which Dean hates most. The room is decorated in an awful yellowish-cream color with coral flowers. It's like Bobby is purposefully torturing him. No. There's no way he's staying in this room the whole night. He's been there under a minute and already he wants to leave. But, instead, he unpacks. He has clothes for five days- the case shouldn't take longer than that. Besides, even if it does, it's not his problem. It's easy to scoot out of a case; Dean will just say he got called to another one. To be honest, this isn't even his case. He's not a hunter,not anymore. That Dean is gone, thrown into the dirt and left for the wind. He was salted and burned with John, left only in memories locked away at the back of Dean's mind, only allowed to see the light of day when large quantities of alcohol are involved.

Once all is said and done and all of Dean's clothes are hung, he looks to Cas. "I'm going out."

"We've only just gotten here."

"Okay, but I hate the room."

Cas glances around at the walls and at the bed he's sitting on and smirks. "I suppose that I could understand that."

"Don't wait up for me."

"Where are you going?"

"Uh…," Dean isn't sure what to say. He wasn't really sure to be totally honest. Maybe a strip club? He has no idea. Yeah, strip clubs are great but who knows, he could end up anywhere. "I don't know, just out."

Cas gives him a look. "I will join you."

"I don't think you'd want to."

Questioning look, because he obviously has to have one every conversation. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I was planning on going to see… girls. Y'know? Besides, they're probably nothing compared to the Heavenly figures you've seen upstairs but they're all I have."

"Right… women," Cas looks away. "I'll leave you to it, then."

Dean suddenly feels as if he's offended the angel somehow. "Cas…. um, y'know, you can come if you want."

"No. I understand." The look on Cas's face says something very differently, though.

"Well, what're you going to do while I'm gone?"

"Just," Cas glances around, "sitting here quietly."

"Have you ever seen girls, Cas?"

Cas doesn't say anything and doesn't look at Dean either. His ice blue eyes trace the floor, embarrassed. "I've, uh, never had the occasion."

Dean doesn't say anything for a moment, unsure of what, exactly, there is to say. "What, uh, a good looking guy like you? No angels were interested?"

"No there were a couple. I just... never had the occasion."

"Well, you have the occasion now." Dean pulls Cas up from his seat on the bed and walks out the door.

"Dean, I'm content with staying in the room. A few hours will seem like nothing compared to the millennium I've lived."

"I'm sorry, I don't remember asking Cas his opinion on the matter."

Despite Cas's objections, Dean finally gets him into the doors of a whorehouse. Dean can't remember if there's a more polite term for- he barely comes into these things anymore. A brothel, right? Or a cathouse. Either works. Jessica made him stop coming. But, hell, Jessica isn't even here. Besides, he's just helping out a friend.

Is Cas a friend?

"Dean," Cas says worriedly, blue eyes wide and horror stricken. "What do I do?"

"Just…," Dean holds back a laugh. "Relax. You'll be fine."

A girl begins to walk toward the table the two are sitting at. She's probably in her early twenties, wearing black with a lacey, semi transparent lingerie dress that girls wear over their underwear. What're they called again? God, it's been too long.

"Hi," she purrs, her voice just a tad too high to be effectively sultry. She looks at both of them, but her eyes linger on Cas longer. "What's your name?"

Cas says nothing. And still nothing. And then nothing again. After nearly three seconds of awkward silence, Dean jumps in. "Cas. This is Cas. And you are?"

She smiles sweetly. "Kitty." Figures. The purring makes sense, now. Predictable. But at the same time, he probably shouldn't expect too much originality. "And I think your friend here is really hot." She bends over at that last part and whisper seductively into Cas's ear. "You wanna join me, sweetie?"

Cas looks to Dean, fear still obvious in his blue eyes. Dean smiles reassuringly. The angel gulps, then stands and walks hand-in-hand with Kitty towards the back rooms. He'd do fine… Hopefully.

Dean is too busy in his thoughts about the angel that he doesn't notice the new woman standing at his table. "Hi."

He looks up startled, but realizes quickly that he likes what he sees. Brunette, light eyes, curvy. Not bad, not bad at all. He smiles. "Hi."

"What is someone as good looking as you doing alone in a place like this?"

"Just waiting for the right girl to come along."

Smile. "Well, I'm here now." She places her hand on his knee.

"Definitely worth the wait."

She grabs his hand and leads him toward the back. The room she brings him to is a dark red color. Probably to set the mood. The lights are set low. No music plays, but there's a stereo in the corner if needed. Her lips are on his, and he can nearly taste her lipstick, which is kind of gross but he tries not to think about it. Other than the matte on her lips, her mouth is plump, lips full and parted in just the right way. He also doesn't think about how many guys she's done this with because although he knows she's a hooker, that's not exactly the most pleasant thought.

He wonders how Cas is doing, and realizes that that isn't the most pleasant thought, either. But not in the way he expects, which is, of course, imagining another guy. But then he remember that unless otherwise searched, that's basically what porn is. So what the hell is so bothersome about Cas hooking up with someone?

"Is everything okay?" The girls, her name something along the line of Jewel or Diamond, says. Maybe it's crystal. He didn't realize that the Cas thoughts has affected his, for lack of a better word, performance.

"Yeah," Dean clears his throat, snapping himself back into reality. He smiles slightly and presses his lips back to hers. Her tongue slides under his with ease, soft pressure on his teeth. She begins to undo the buttons on his shirt. ONe by one the buttons come undone and his shirt gets pulled off his shoulders. He unzips her very tight, very short, skimpy dress to reveal red. Red bra, red panties, lacey. The usual. The only reason he takes any notice of them is because she stops their kissing so he can- which annoys Dean to no end.

He's just about to slide out of his trousers when there comes a scream. Shit. He grabs his shirt and runs into the hall where he finds Kitty, the girl with Cas, looking distressed and pissed. Castiel stands there, hair every which way, tie and collar crooked, jacket falling off one shoulder. She yells that he's sick; he's a sick, disgusting bastard and what right does he think he have and screw him. She spots Dean and screams "You too!" before walking away. Her make up is starting to to run from the tears in her eyes.

"What happened," Dean asks, buttoning up his shirt.

"I told her it wasn't her fault her father left," Cas says simply. "He just hated his job at the post office."

"Dude," Dean tries not to laugh. "This business runs on abandoned fathers." Dean looks down the hall to see Kitty whispering something to a bodyguard, who begins to walk toward them. Dean hits Cas's side. "We've gotta go, come on."

Deans busts through the back door, laughter pouring out of him. Cas follows, a quiet, confused chuckles escaping him. They walk to the classic car, smile still firmly planted on Dean's face.

"Thanks, Cas."

"For what?"

"... That was… fun. I haven't laughed like that in… a long time."

He closes the car door without another word.


A/N: Agh okay so this chapter was really fun to right but I don't know how well it got put into words. Basically, this whole chapter was written to Coldplay. So just pick a Coldplay song and it helped write this chapter. If you love me, you'll tell me how I'm doing. Thanks guys 3