Not only was the other man physically beautiful but he was also beautiful in his actions. Dean Winchester was the first person to ever really try to help Castiel. Most people took one look at his flashbacks and behavior afterwards and ran. A few had tried for a while, but had been unable to handle it for long. They'd always crumble under the stress and the harassing they'd undergo. When Dean was harassed and called gay, he didn't leave Cas, he just brushed it off and continued to help.

Cas came back to the present to find Dean silently crying with his head resting against Castiel's chest. The dark-haired man cooed softly, stroking the other's hair. Soon, Dean fell asleep, still leaning against him. The smaller man slowly eased out from under Dean and laid his head on a pillow.

Cas crawled into his own bed, laying there with his back to Dean and felt silent tears streak down his face. He lay there for a long time, his heart aching as he cried over his growing feelings, his doubt that Dean would ever want him, and his fear of getting intimate with someone.

When Dean began to stir, Castiel was still crying but managed to choke out, "I'm going to take a shower."

Dean moaned an "it's okay with me."

The blue-eyed man kept his back to Dean as he walked to the bathroom. He took a long shower to calm himself and to try to help himself feel better from all the sickness. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapping around his hips.

Meanwhile, Dean had noticed the strange sound in the other's voice but was too sleepy to understand what it was. He was sitting up, rubbing his eyes when Castiel walked out of the bathroom in a towel.

Cas was well defined to the point of looking like one of those male underwear models girls drool over. Dean would never admit it out loud, but he was a bit jealous. Castiel never once looked up as he got dressed.

"I am going to go eat and to a movie, by myself. I do not know when I will be back." Castiel spoke suddenly as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Oh. Okay. See you later." Castiel grabbed his trench coat and left. When he was gone, Dean debated with himself over what he should do and decided on going to a bar to pick up a girl. It had been awhile since he'd last gotten laid and what better night then when his roommate was gone?

Dean grabbed his leather jacket and walked down to the Impala. He was soon speeding to the nearest bar.