A/N: I do not own Supernatural.

Snuggling up against Alfie, Castiel yawned. Alfie chuckled.

"Tired, my love?"

Cas nodded. Alfie pressed a kiss to his head.

"I'll be done here in a minute. You can go to sleep," he looked at the papers spread all across his side of the bed.

"Or you can wake me up," Cas said suggestively.

"As much as I would love to Castiel, and believe me, I would, I really need to complete this report."

Cas nodded. He rolled on his side and pressed his leg up against Alfie, where it stayed. The room was quiet except for papers shuffling.

"Castiel," he said quietly. Cas looked at him.

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

Cas shrugged. "Why?"

Alfie smiled. "Want to go to the park?"

Cas grinned. "Hell yeah!"

Alfie leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Cas' lips. "I figured we could go after meeting with the florist."

Castiel nodded. He didn't say anything, just looked up Alfie. He was adorable.

The music was pumping and the drinks were flowing. Cas didn't know WHY he let his friend talk him into coming to this bar. He usually avoided them like the plague.

But he was tired of moping over Dean Winchester. Every dqy he thought about what he had said, that he was "dead" to him. That really was a horrible thing to say.

Cas had wanted to reach out, had wanted to call Dean back after that voicemail. But he couldn't. He was angry. Who tells the person they love that they're dead to them? Who treats people like that and expects them to stick around? What made Dean Winchester so god damned special?

As time went on, the pain became less and less. Finally, he found himself here in this bar staring at the cute guy across the way. The guy smiled at him and lifted his drink.

"Go for it, Cas," Dorothy said.

Gathering up the courage, he walked over to the cute stranger.

"I'm Alfie Harris," he said. "CEO of Harris International."

Cas nodded. "I've heard of the company."

"And you're Castiel Novak?"

Cas blanched. How did he know that?

Alfie smiled. "You applied for a job at my company. I saw you when you walked in. I knew I had to meet the hottie in the gray suit."

Cas smiled. This Alfie seemed okay.

They were inseparable after that. Always texting, calling, didn't matter. Castiel was moving on. The huge hole in his heart was there, but it was scabbing over. Dean Winchester's words didn't hurt as much.

About six months into dating, he told Alfie about them. He told him all about the Winchesters and how he had been in love with one who shattered his heart.

Alfie had promised he wouldn't hurt him like that. He held him close as it all came back in waves. He kissed him softly and promised him tomorrow.

And then he promised forever.

And now, one year after meeting, they were engaged. Castiel loved Alfie, but he didn't know if he was in love with him. He suspected that only one human would ever have his heart. But he did love Alfie and Alfie was good to him. He was successful and good looking, powerful and dominant. Castiel felt very powerful on his arm.

He did wish Alfie would show a little more affection around other people. He usually seems to clam up. Alfie told Castiel he didn't have a problem with PDA, but he never really acted on it.

Alfie worked for another half hour before finally dumping the papers on the floor and shutting off the light. He rolled over to face Castiel.

"Tell me a story," he said, touching Cas' cheek.

Cas smiled. "There once was a beautiful maiden…."

They both drifted off to sleep.

When Castiel awoke the next morning, the bed was empty and cold. Alfie had been up for awhile. Strange on a Saturday. He usually stayed in bed longer than Cas. Cas got up and stretched. He reached for his phone and remembered the text from Sam Winchester the other day. He decided to write back.

Hello, Sam. It's good to hear from you. Thanks for the congratulations.

How are things in Kansas? Catch any cases lately?

Thank you for saying that about Dean. I have a hard time believing it, even if it is the truth. I might consider reconciling sometime soon. Right now though, I can't. Still too many emotions.

Tell him I said 'hello' though. I hope all is well with you.

He pressed send before he could talk himself out of it.

Walking out of the bedroom, he noticed the house was eerily quiet. Very strange. He started checking the rooms, a bad feeling creeping in on him. But everything was okay. Nothing amiss.

The Winchesters have me so fucked up.

He made coffee and sat down on the living room couch. Figuring Alfie was out for his morning run, he flipped on the television. Nothing exciting….

Until a story came up about three people mysteriously eaten on the south side of Chicago. Cas' antenna perked up. No one had any clues. He considered calling the Winchesters, but didn't want to deal with that. He remembered the last time he had done that, Dean had felt it his right to come and see him. He walked in, all smiling, not realizing that Castiel was still reeling from being kicked out of the bunker.

Arrogant ass, he thought.

And then Dean thought all would be magically forgiven, as if he hadn't hurt Cas in that way.

Dean has a funny way of showing love, if he loves at all.

Castiel changed the channel and settled on a movie while he waited for his fiancé to return from wherever he was.

A/N: Things seem a little suspicious to you?

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