"Dean, come and eat" Bobby shouted aimlessly up the stairs, he knew Dean wouldn't come down and eat dinner because he hadn't for the past week. There had been no signs of John since the incident but this did nothing for any of their minds, which were still working over time worrying. Bobby decided to do the only thing that would help Dean, he hated to have to do it but it was needed in order to save Dean. Bobby walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, he dialed the saved number and listened to the ringing. Eventually, the person on the other end picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi Castiel, it's Bobby Singer" He said gruffly.

"Oh, hello Mr. Singer, what can I do you for?" Castiel asked, as politely as ever.

"Have you been talking to Dean?" Castiel took a second to answer the question.

"Yes, I've been talking to Dean, he hasn't necessarily been talking back though."

"Then what are you still doing at your own house boy, get your ass over here and talk to your boyfriend" Bobby said, sarcasm filling his voice. Castiel stuttered.

"Well… I thought he needed time-" Bobby cut him off quickly.

"You know the route." He hung up the phone on the boy and put the phone back. Rubbing his face in his hands he wondered if Cas could really help his son.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, Bobby walked over to the oak door and swung it open. Standing on the porch was a, very well dressed but worried Castiel.

"Hello sir, I came as quickly as I could. Where's Dean?" Bobby gestured towards the stairs and moved over to allow Cas to come in. As he began walking up the stairs, Bobby stopped him.

"Oh and call me Bobby." He said with a smile. Cas returned the look.

"Yes sir… I mean Bobby" The boy then ran up the remaining stairs and walked across the hallway. Bobby smiled to himself; he knew as long as Dean had Cas, he would be absolutely fine.

~0~

Castiel walked towards the light brown door and knocked twice timidly.

"Go away" came a broken voice from the other side of the door.

"Dean, it's me" Castiel called, praying that his boyfriend would open the door. His prayers were answered, though it took about five minutes. Dean opened the door to Cas and all but fell into his arms. Cas simply held him until Dean pulled up. The boys looked each other in the eyes, blue meeting green. Cas reached out his hand.

"Lets go and get some coffee." Dean looked at Cas, unsure but the boy remained the same, his hand out until the blonde haired boy sighed and grabbed his hand. They walked down the stairs together and through the kitchen to the yard where Cas had parked his car. The boys got in, Cas only looking back and smile reassuringly at Bobby who was working on a truck outside.

The boys drove and drove until they were almost on the outskirts of town. Dean, who was now slightly concerned over Cas' map skills, turned to his boyfriend.

"Err Cas, where are we going?" Castiel turned to Dean and laughed lightly under his breath.

"We're going to my favourite café." Cas would reveal no more so Dean sat back in the seat and resigned himself to looking out the window for the rest of the journey.

After what seemed like hours, the car pulled up in a small car park. Dean climbed out and looked at the small café that was in front of him. It was an odd looking place, in the middle of nowhere and relatively small with one large window that was half covered by pale cream croshay curtains. Castiel took Dean's hand and they walked up to the small door at the end of the building and walked inside. The inside of the café made Dean cheer up immediately. The walls were a cream colour with a similar coloured carpet to match. The chairs and tables were all different styles and colours, giving it a home feeling. The only light sources were the windows and from various lamps around the room. The café itself was quiet, with only one or two people in there but this made Dean feel even more comfortable then he already did there. Together, the boys walked up to the counter and Cas ordered them a coffee and a sandwich each before sitting down at a table in the back corner of the room. Once they were settled down, Cas looked at Dean with some worry but mostly curiosity.

"Okay Dean, let it out." Dean looked confused for a second.

"Let what out?" Cas just looked at him.

"Dean" The green eyed boy looked down at the table.

"Fine" He then looked straight up into Cas' eyes.

"I don't want my Dad to take me away because I will probably never see you again." Cas was taken back by the emotion in Dean's voice and his welled up eyes.

"Dean" he said softly, taking Dean's hands and laying them, entwined, on the table. "As long as I'm around, you're never leaving me."

"But-" Dean began but Cas cut him off with a kiss on the lips, it wasn't full of passion but it was meaningful and to Dean, that was the best kind of kiss.

"Nobody, not your Dad or Sam, is going to stop us being together. If need be, you can come and live with me." Castiel stated. Dean's eyes softened and he smiled.

"You want me to live with you?" Cas began blushing, making Dean chuckle.

"Well I… I mean you don't have to. It was a sugges-"

"Castiel." Dean breathed. "I love you and if need be, I would love to live with you." They smiled mischievously at each other and began talking about something else. They didn't want to talk about what could tear them apart, only what was keeping them together – their love for each other and, as Castiel stated, nothing was going to tear them apart.

Five miles down the road, in the police department. John had very different ideas.