After 5 years, Cas finally started dating again. He never found the right person though.

He never even moved out of his and Dean's apartment.

He kept in touch with John and Sam. They had dinner once a month. They made sure of it.

Naomi and Michael finally got married. And Cas went to their wedding, debating if he should be Michael's Best Man, or Naomi's Maid of Honor. He settled with Michael because he wasn't sure how good he would look in a dress.

Cas went to the cemetery once a week, to visit Dean. He would talk to him about work. He had finally opened up his own practice. He would tell him how his week went. Tell him how much he missed him. He'd tell him about the horrible dates he had. The guys trying to feel him up under the table. Or in the car ride on the way home. He told Dean he didn't think he could ever love another man the way he loved Dean. He wouldn't be able to kiss another man, because he wouldn't be kissing Dean. It all just felt too wrong.

And the last thing Cas made sure he did. He never missed. He would go to their pizza place. Once a month. He ordered a medium pepperoni pizza with two cokes. The other one sat on the opposite side of the booth. He could hear the waitresses talking amongst themselves, asking if he had someone coming to meet him. But they never found out. The other coke just sat there. Never touched.

He would go into the game room and play Dean's car game, seeing Dean's name at the top every time the high scores popped up. And he would smile to himself.

One night when he got home, he was looking for and old sweater up in the closet when a bunch of papers came flying down on the ground. He picked them up, putting them back up in the closet. They were all old bills or receipts. He turned around and one sat right by his foot. He picked it up to put it back on the closet, but noticed it had writing on it. He looked at it and smiled.

I think you're really cute. And if I see you again, I think it's decided that we need to go out.

"We did Dean. And it was the best year and 8 months of my life." He smiled, setting the paper on the nightstand before crawling into bed and going to sleep.

I love you.

I love you more.