All right so this is where the story will pick up a bit more. Dean will still try to romance Cas and Owl will be there to help them.

On a side note can I just say how much I love Merlin? It has really become a favorite of mine. I still haven't finished the show but I proudly ship Merthur and Gwencelot :).

Anyways, tell me what you think of this story. This is the midway point and now things will begin to speed up. If you have any questions and or comments feel free to leave a review or PM me.

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Keep calm and read on!

~Z

(Dean's POV)

Well, last night had been interesting. Owl had prepared notecards with pick-up lines that she was sure would work on Cas, and for the most part, they did. I almost had him, until the wind came and blew the cards away. Almost instantly, I became extremely nervous and started babbling. But then he kissed my forehead. For a moment there I almost believed that our Cas was back.

Now, I had to start on phase two, which was to take him on a date. I still wasn't sure how this would happen, but Owl, Bal, Gabe, and Sam offered ideas. We decided to go with the traditional dinner date, followed by a stroll through the park. It was simple and practically foolproof, even for someone like me.

But the hard part was coming up: I had to ask Cas out.

I was currently pacing around my room with Owl sitting on my bed, staring at me. She had to make sure I didn't chicken out. If I ran, she would catch up to me and put me on a helicopter as a punishment. I really hated that she knew my deepest fear.

"Do stop pacing, it's making me head hurt," Owl said from her spot on the bed.

I stopped in my tracks and looked at her. She was sitting crossed legged and resting her head on one of her hands. "I'm nervous. What do you expect me to do?"

She rolled her eyes. "Well first of all, relax. You have to take deep breaths. How do you plan on asking him out?"

"Well…" I hadn't really thought about how I was going to ask him. I was never in this sort of situation. Usually girls asked me out. But this was Cas. And he was far different from any girl from my past.

She glared right at me. "Don't you dare tell me that you're going to wing it."

I dropped my head in defeat. "Maybe…"

"You're lucky that you have me here. Okay, so we need to approach this carefully. What were you planning on saying to him?" she stood up, and grabbed a book off my dresser.

"Well, I was going to just ask him if he wanted to have dinner with me," I said. Owl promptly smacked me upside the head with the book she was holding. "What was that for?" I asked, rubbing the spot she hit.

"You can't just ask him directly. He would probably get shy and go back to Heaven or something. Tell him you want to hang out, something vague. He always likes to be surprised," she said, throwing the book onto my bed.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" I could feel my stomach twisting in knots and I was almost positive that my heart was in my throat.

"Dean, you seem to forget that I'm his daughter. I know him as well as you do, maybe even better. You're going to walk up to him, turn up your charm and convince him to hang out with you," she said slapping my arm and pushing me towards the door.

"But how do I know he'll-"

Owl grabbed me by the shirt and brought me down to eye level. It was freaky how strong she was for a teenager. "Stop psyching yourself out and go talk to him. I swear you're just like a thirteen year old at her first school dance – thankfully I never had to experience that. Now go, or do I have to have Moose strap you to a chair?"

I sighed. "Okay, okay I'm going."

"You can do it Dean!" she cheered.

She was seriously way too peppy sometimes.

I walked down to the living room, and saw Cas sitting on the couch reading through a Latin book. Gabe and Balzathar were sitting in the kitchen whispering. I guess Sam was still sleeping off his hangover. I was still pretty pissed off with Gabriel for getting him wasted.

I stood in front of Cas. He was absorbed in his book that he didn't notice me. I cleared my throat. He didn't look up still. "Cas?"

He looked up and smiled. The smile was more genuine then it had been earlier, but it still wasn't his smile. "Good morning, Dean. Is there something you need?" he asked. Just looking at him I had forgotten made me instantly forget what Owl had told me. Why did this angel have to have that effect on me?

"I was wondering if you wanted to do something… Later… With me?" I asked quietly.

I closed my eyes, waiting for his rejection. "That sounds pleasant," he said. I let out the breath that I wasn't aware I was holding in.

"Really?" I stammered happily.

"Of course," he smiled.

At that moment I was content. I would not mess this date up. I was going to win Cas' heart, and work to repair his memories of us.

XXX

"Dean, you can't go to a nice restaurant wearing jeans and a flannel shirt," Owl scolded, taking in my appearance.

"I am not wearing a monkey suit," I groaned, but Owl was already digging through my closet for a pair of dress paints and a dress shirt.

"I am not letting you out of this house until you look presentable," she frowned, throwing the clothes at me.

"Don't I always?" I smiled. Owl just blinked at me with a blank face. "Ouch, tough crowd," I muttered.

"You better be changed when I come back, and don't you dare escape through the window. I will find you," she threatened.

"Okay fine," I mumbled. She left the room and closed the door behind her.

I changed out of my usual and comfortable clothes into the outfit Owl had selected for me. I put on the black pants, buttoned up the dark green dress shirt, and tucked it in. I put on a belt and found my jacket. I pulled at the collar of the shirt. These damn things always made me feel like I was suffocating.

"You better be dressed or else-" Owl opened the door and tilted her head.

"What? Do I look stupid?" I asked, looking down at the clothes.

"No, I just didn't expect you to actually look this handsome." She smirked.

"Well, let's hope Cas thinks the same thing," I smiled, putting on my jacket. I was about to put my gun in my jacket when Owl took it from me.

"You won't be needing this," she said setting it on my nightstand.

I sighed. "All right. Fine."

"Okay, time for you to go with him," she grabbed my arm and dragged me down to the stairs.

I didn't exactly know what to expect when I went down the stairs. I sure as hell did not expect Cas to be dressed in something other than his holy tax account outfit. He was wearing dress pants and a dark blue shirt. He turned to look at me, and his blue eyes seemed to be much brighter. I almost went back upstairs when I saw him, but Owl dragged me over to where he was standing.

"Hello Dean," he smiled.

My mind suddenly went blank when he said my name. His eyes were boring into mine, and I couldn't think straight with him looking at me.

"Dean, are you okay?" he asked.

I blinked. It took me a moment to register that he was talking to me. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go," I said, offering my arm to him. He smiled and took it.

I was sure to make this date go perfectly.

….

(Owl's POV)

I watched as they left the house. The restaurant was a half hour drive away, so we had that time to make a plan and follow them.

"All right, we have to go and make sure that Dean doesn't screw anything up," I said. "I say we have Gabe be our waiter," Gabe jumped off the couch and cheered.

"Bal will be seated a distance from them," I pointed to Bal who nodded and sipped his wine.

"—and Moose and I shall pose as father and daughter. Do you think you think you can manage that Moose?" I asked him.

"Well, how we supposed to disguise ourselves?" Moose asked.

"Balzathar and I can use our Grace to change our appearance. You two will need wigs and other things," Gabe said, throwing wigs at us.

I looked at the wig he threw me. It was a short blonde haircut with hints of brown in it. I swirled my own hair and quickly put the wig on. I looked in a mirror and fixed it on my head. "How do I look boys?" I asked them.

Bal stroked his chin and poofed up a pair of light blue glasses. "Take these, you still look recognizable."

"Wait she needs something else," Gabe smiled.

I did not like where this was going.

Gabe conjured up a dress. My eyes bugged out. I was not going to wear that thing. I didn't have a hatred for dresses as much as I had a hatred for the color purple. The dress was mainly purple with light blue accents on it. And the outfit got worse when Gabe held up a pair of heels and a black purse.

"You will die before you get me to wear that," I said dryly.

"Well you can't go looking like that. They would recognize you a mile away," Moose said, pointing to my outfit. I was wearing a pair of old blue jeans, a Journey band shirt and my chucks. As much as I wanted to protest, he was right.

I took a deep breath and grabbed the dress. "You better be thankful that I'm doing this for them," I hissed.

I went to the bathroom to put on the repulsive article of clothing. I emerged wearing the garment and put on the heels. How the hell was I supposed to run in these? I put on the glasses and spun around for the boys to comment.

"You really do not look like yourself. I'm almost sure that Dean and Cas will not recognize you." Moose said. He had put on his own wig, and now sported a blond buzz cut. He had donned a fake beard and mustache as well.

"Impressive disguise," Bal said. He was wearing a leather jacket with black sunglasses hanging from the collar of his shirt and black, spike covered, biker boots. He also had various piercings and tattoos.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think that you were kidnapped and someone left someone else in your place." Gabe said. He had a fake cheesy mustache and a monocle to be funny. He was dressed like a waiter. He handed me the black purse.

"How am I supposed to store anything in this thing?" I asked. It was barely bigger than my head. It didn't look like it could fit anything.

"Just open it," Gabe said rolling his eyes.

I opened the thing and looked inside. There was nothing in there. I put my hand in. When my hand didn't touch the bottom, I reached further inside until the point that my whole arm was in the purse. I yanked my hand out, shocked. "What the-"

"You will be able to store all your weapons and other things in this bag. And you can change the appearance of the bag." Gabe said with a smug smile.

"This is probably the most amazing thing you have ever given me," I said, latching my arms around him.

"Okay, okay, time to go and spy on the lovebirds," Bal said. Moose and I were zapped to the restaurant. We were reserved a seat that was a few tables away from Dean and daddy, and Balthazar was seated at a table behind them. Gabe was walking around being a waiter.

I looked over at Dean and daddy. Things looked like they were going well. Dean was talking and daddy was smiling and laughing. "Things seem to be going well," I commented into my ear piece. Moose, Gabe and Bal were all wearing them.

"They look to be enjoying themselves," Bal said.

"I'm going to go and tend to them then I will come check in on you. Don't miss me too much Sammy," Gabe said.

"Gabe, please remember that I can hear you too," I groaned.

"Honestly Gabriel stop hitting on Sam for five minutes," Bal groaned as well.

"Seriously, we need to focus on Dean and Cas today," Moose said.

"Fine," Gabe huffed. He walked over to Dean and daddy. Neither of them looked like they recognized the archangel. Gabe took their orders and walked straight over to us.

"So how are they?" I asked looking over at them. I wasn't able to hear them from here.

"Well Dean hasn't screwed anything up, so far so good." Gabe said.

"Do you think this will help Cas?" Moose said. He was scratching absently at his beard. Moose still looked like a moose with his disguise.

"I sure hope it does. And Sam honey, don't scratch at that beard of yours. It's rather sexy." Gabe winked at him. I could hear Bal gagging through the ear piece and I was near ready to throw up in my mouth.

"Gabe go and do your job," I said waving him off. I knew Moose was thankful for me stopping Gabe from attacking him with verbal sexual harassments.

Gabe huffed and walked away from us.

I looked over at Dean and daddy again. Dean was talking to him and daddy was smiling. They looked so happy. I had never seen daddy happy like this. I shook my head, and reminded myself that this wasn't my father. Not yet, at least. He still didn't smile as effortlessly as he used to, and his movements were still too rigid.

"Owl, I can see Dean and Castiel looking at something on the table. I'm not sure what it is. I will tell Gabriel to get a closer look at it," Bal said from his place.

"Okay good. Gabe, go to the table," I said into the earpiece.

"But their food isn't-" Gabe started to say.

I cut him off. "Just go and check on them. Bring them some more breadsticks or something. I need you to get a closer look at what they are looking at on their table."

I heard him sigh. "All right, fine."

I saw Gabe trudge out of the kitchen and head towards their table. He was carrying a basket of breadsticks in his hands. He placed the basket on the table and asked if they were okay and if they needed anything.

He promptly walked over to us. "Dean is showing Cassie some of the poems you wrote."

So Dean was showing him my poetry in hopes it would jog his memory. I didn't show anyone my poetry. It was private and dear to me. Dean was probably talking about me and how much daddy means to me. Oh, how I hope this worked.

XXX

A while later Gabe brought them their food. So far everything was going well. I crossed my fingers hoping Dean didn't inhale his food like usual. I was actually surprised when Dean ate calmly and civilly. He used his table manners and not once did he put his elbows on the table. I was proud of him.

I swirled my pasta and took a bite. Moose was eating a salad. How did he grow to be this huge when he ate so many vegetables? It just did not make any sense whatsoever. Bal had a plate of food in front of him, but he only drank his wine and occasionally pushed his food around on his plate to make it look like he was eating it.

"Moose, how can you eat that junk?" I asked pointing my fork at him. Some pasta dangled from the end of the fork, and I twirled it absentmindedly.

He shrugged and munched thoughtfully on his bite of lettuce, cheese, dressing and other healthy things. It was appalling. It was rabbit food – or rather, it was moose food.

I looked over at Dean and watched him hold his wine out to daddy. I dropped my fork when I saw Dean spill his wine over daddy. I stayed frozen in place. "Gabe, we have a dilemma," I said urgently into the ear piece.

"What do you-" he stopped mid-sentence when he saw the scene. And I guess everyone around them did too.

"Gabe, get over there!" I screeched. I was not going to let this date be ruined. I would not let it be ruined.

"I'm on it!" he said, rushing over to them with a rag.

Dean looked so ashamed with himself. It looked like he was apologizing nonstop. Daddy was trying to calm Dean down and saying that it was fine and that he should try to forget the incident. Dean still looked angry with himself. He probably thought he had ruined his date. And he might have, to be honest.

After everything calmed down, Bal came over to our table and Gabe came as well. We all sat around the table and took out our ear pieces. "Well that went well," I chuckled nervously. I ate my pasta glumly.

"Tell me about it," Bal said with a roll of his eyes and a sip of wine.

"We need to organize another date for them sometime soon," I said chewing off a piece of garlic bread.

"Guys-" Moose said.

"Maybe we should have them go to a movie." I suggested. A movie sounded like a nice idea. They could get some candy, maybe a soda to split. But then again, they both had very different tastes in movies.

"We could sit a few rows from them and attach a wire to one of them," Gabe suggested.

"Guys-" Moose said a little louder.

"How about we have them go to an orchestra concert? Castiel loves those things," Bal said, finishing off his wine. Daddy did like instrumental music, and I did too, but Dean was more of a classic rock fan so he would probably get bored. But then again some orchestras play classic rock songs.

"That actually sounds like a good idea," I said eating my pasta.

"GUYS!" Moose practically yelled in our ears.

"What's got your antlers in a twist, Moose?" I asked, turning to glare at him.

He pointed to the table that my parents were sitting at. I felt my face drop when I saw the sight. The table was empty. They were gone. They had ditched us. They must have known we were here.

"Where the hell did they go?" I exclaimed, throwing my fork down on the table.

…..

(Castiel's POV)

Dean and I had left the restaurant when we realized that the atmosphere had grown awkward. Plus, it was a bit annoying to have Balthazar, Gabriel, Sam and Owl watching our every move. Even though they were in disguise, it was easy to pick them out.

Dean and I were currently walking along in the park. We were walking side by side, occasionally brushing shoulders. It was a nice night out. A little chilly, but it was a nice night nonetheless.

"Cas?" Dean said.

I glanced at him. "Yes?"

He stopped in his tracks. The moonlight cast a pale light on him which accented his rugged features and seemed to bring out his green eyes. I could feel my heartbeat quickening and I felt a strange sensation in my stomach.

"Cas, how do you feel about me?" he asked straight forwardly.

I searched for the right words in my head. "Well, I find you to be a very trusted friend." I said.

He came closer to me and I swore I could feel my heart in my throat. "Is that really all you think of me?" he asked.

"I-"

Dean grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. As his soft lips touched my hand, the sensation in my stomach grew and I could feel my blood pulsing in my ears. "Cas, I care about you so much," he said in a whisper.

"Dean-"

"Ever since we first met, I was drawn to you. At first I didn't know what to think of you. I thought you were just a douchebag angel. I was so wrong. You're the sweetest and most understanding person I have ever met. Hell, you're the most amazing being I have ever met," he said, cutting me off.

"Dean what are you getting at?" I asked him. It was hard to articulate my words since he was still holding my hand in his own warm, firm and rough hands.

"I want you to remember everything. I want you to remember our fights, our kisses, our laughs, the yelling- everything," he said. I could see tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

I wiped the tears from the hunter's eyes. "I don't know what you are talking about. I don't remember anything like that. I don't remember us being romantically involved. I'm sorry."

The salty tears spilled down his cheeks. It was rare for me to see Dean cry. He rarely cried in front of anyone, only the people he truly trusted. He looked so vulnerable and helpless. It pained me to see him this sad. I pulled the man into a hug. My brain pounded violently in my skull as if protesting my actions.

Dean wrapped his arms around me and the sensation in my stomach flared up with his embrace. I buried my face into his neck and breathed him in. "Cas, I really miss the old you," he whispered shakily.

I rubbed his back to soothe him. "I know Dean, I know," I said.

Dean leaned away from me, and we locked eyes. I could see the beautiful green hue of his eyes. I could clearly see every freckle on his tanned face. I knew every single line on his face by memory. I had grown quite fond of this face. I loved the way Dean's smile lit it up and the way his eyes contrasted against his skin.

Dean had closed his eyes and was leaning towards me. I unconsciously leaned closer to him. I could feel his breath hitting mine. I could smell his wonderful and gorgeous scent. It was then that I suddenly thought about how much I wanted to be close to Dean. I wanted him to want me like I wanted him. My brain was pounding viciously against my skull, but I chose to ignore the pain.

I was about to touch his lips when I remembered who I was and who he was. I sighed and turned my face away from him. I was an angel and he was the hunter placed in my care. I couldn't afford to get close to him. A relationship between us would never work out. What would my superiors think? I was loyal to Heaven first. I couldn't forget my duties.

Dean sighed heavily and pulled away from me. He untangled himself from me and stood a distance from me. He rubbed the back of his neck which was a nervous gesture. "I'm really sorry about that. I don't know what came over me," he said to the ground, avoiding my gaze.

"You don't need to apologize Dean. It's my fault. I'm sorry but I can't-"

Dean rushed forward and grabbed my hands in his and looked me deep in the eyes. "Cas, it's fine. I shouldn't have tried to do that. I wasn't thinking," he said with a smile touching his lips.

"Let's keep walking. It's a beautiful night out." I said.

Dean walked next to me brushing his shoulder against mine. A cold gust of wind came and I shivered. Dean stopped and looked at me. "Cas, are you cold?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Don't worry about that." I smiled.

He pulled off his coat and draped it over my shoulders. "Just take it Cas," he said. The coat was a bit big and it smelled just like the hunter.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

We walked for a while more. There were barely any people in the park and it was quiet; not an eerie kind of quiet, but a nice and peaceful kind of quiet. We didn't talk at all, but we didn't need words. We would occasionally bump shoulders or sigh. It was nice to walk in peace like this with Dean. We didn't have to worry about monsters, other angels or cases. We could just relax.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I stopped and took the phone out. It was a text message from Owl.

O: Where the Hell did you two go?

I looked over at Dean who shrugged and motioned for me to reply.

C: Our apologies, we decided to leave the restaurant and take a stroll through the park. And how did you know we left the restaurant?

I smiled knowing we had caught her red handed.

O: Umm… I didn't until now?

Dean was laughing and I smiling at the fact that we had busted her, as he would say.

C: You honestly didn't think we wouldn't notice all of you spying on us, did you?

O: Well…

C: Please don't spy on us again. We shall see you all at Bobby's house later. Do not try to find us.

O: Fine. Have a nice night guys.

C: Thank you.

I pocketed my phone and continued walking with Dean.

XXX

Dean and I returned home after a few hours of walking and talking in the park. It was a truly relaxing evening. It was nice to be able to spend time with Dean and not have to worry about anything else. It had been a while since I'd had a calm night like this.

"We should do that more often," Dean said as we arrived to Bobby's.

I smiled at him. "Yes, we should. It was a pleasant change."

"Well I guess you should be getting back to Heaven," he said, a hint of sadness was evident in his voice.

I leaned over and pecked his cheek. "I will see you tomorrow Dean," I said, slipping from the car and flying to Heaven.

These feelings I had for Dean Winchester were getting out of hand.

A/N: And that my friends wraps up another chapter. The story is going to pretty much going to speed up from here.

In case any of you wanted to know what Owl looks like I will be sure to post the picture I drew of her on Deviant Art. My username is neongreenmusic. I do have other drawings so feel free to browse them! In case you can't find her, I do have the link posted on my profile.

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~Z