Hello my darlings. I want to thank tardis-impala-221b-merlin for the lovely review.
So here is the next chapter, I know it's a short one, but I hope you like it all the same.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Charlie was sitting at her desk looking at the two phone numbers she had in her hand. She had spent the last evening listening to Dean moan on and on about how Castiel had come to his place of work and how much he had hated it, and how he was sure that the guy had done it on purpose. It had got to the point where Charlie just wanted to smack him round the head and ask him if he had ever heard the term of protesting too much. (You should have done it my dear, you really should have. I have a feeling Dean needs it.)
But that didn't matter, what did was whether Castiel felt about Dean as she thought he did and how her stupid friends behaviour had affected that good opinion. Because she had already decided Dean actually liked the guy (so true), even if he refused to admit it. (Because he's an idiot.) So the question was did Cas still like him? (Yes, I can safely say he does.) She needed to find out, but she wasn't sure who to call to get the information. With a sigh she looked back down at the two numbers and pulled the image of the two men into her mind. Balthazar all talkative and exhaustion, but funny and no doubt perfectly happy to meddle in the life of his friend. (Yep that about sums him up, very ready to meddle, any time you want him too.) She was sure from the little she knew about the man that he would be all for turning her best friend, or more pertinently making Dean come out of the closet, no doubt kicking and screaming. (Oh yes, Balthazar would love to do that. Let him, pretty please?)
Or there was Castiel. Who was in actual fact the one who deserved to know the truth. (Well there is that I suppose.) He was the one she really needed on her side. (Agreed, but Balthazar would have so much fun, bless him.) With a nod she picked up her phone. Time to make the call to sort out her delusional best friend. (Oh goody Charlie is on the case.)
Castiel was at break trying to keep his mind on his job and away from the man he had thought was someone special. But that was not to be. (You're not out yet Cassie, hang on in there my dear.)
Suddenly his phone rang, looking at the number he saw it was one he didn't recognise and he briefly considered just hanging up, but then that little demon voice in his head said that it might be Dean. (Sorry not quite, but close.) Maybe seeing him yesterday was enough to make the man realise he did like him after all? (If only my dear, if only.) It was slim, but it was still hope. It was still there. Therefore with a sigh he answered the call.
"Hello Castiel speaking."
"Hi Castiel, this is Charlie." When this was greeted with silence she expanded on her introduction. "Dean's lesbian best friend."
"Charlie, why are you calling me?" Castiel asked confusion coursing through him, as well as the little bit of hope inside him starting to bloom once more. Perhaps Dean had asked his friend to call, to try and explain how he behaved the previous day. (Oh Cassie, always the optimist aren't you?)
"We need to talk." Charlie replied succinctly, she didn't want to say too much on the phone. She felt the conversation that she and Castiel needed to have would be better done face to face, and with alcohol within reach. (No doubt true.)
"About what?" Castiel asked frowning, she sounded rather serious.
"Dean. Can you meet me for a drink say Friday night?" Charlie responded crossing her fingers in the hopes he would say yes and not just hang up on her at the mention of her friend's name. Not that she could blame him if Dean had behaved as he had told her he had. Stupid bloody man that he was. (So true.)
"Very well, where?" Castiel replied after a beat of thinking. He wasn't sure if talking to Dean's best friend about him was a good idea, but maybe she could give him an insight into the man who still took up far too many of his thoughts. (Oh honey, she is going to do so much more than that, I promise you.)
With that Charlie gave Castiel the name of a bar she knew Dean would never enter and arranged a time before she hung up. She just hoped that she was doing the right thing and that Dean wouldn't kill her for it. (It's for his own good, he'll see that, eventually.) But in truth, it was for his best interests she was doing this. He deserved to be happy, he just needed to realise who it was who would make him that way. (You go girl, I'm so totally behind you on this one. yeah for Charlie, she'll sort them out, somehow.)
