A/N Hey guys so I finally have a update for yous all. Sorry for the delay but this was all written in one night and just came to me about how everyone would be feeling. Enjoy.

Previously On

Because Of You, I Never Strayed Too Far From The Sidewalk

"What about trusting me Cas?" Dean demanded, hands already starting to ball into fists by his side.

"Trust you? Pfft, Dean you gave me no reason to trust you ever since you lied to me about that damn dream of yours. Not only did you lie about it but you also lied about what happened between you and Balthazar."

"Balthazar this. Balthazar that. It's always Balthazar with you Cas, did you ever think of anyone but him and see what's right in-front of you?"

"If you're going to act like a child Dean why don't I just leave and give you time to act like a child in the comforts of you're own fucking home?" Castiel spat back, gesturing his hands back at Dean, trying to let the other man know just how stupid he was acting.

"Fine! Why don't you just go crawling right back to Balthazar, rumour has it he's up for giving you a quick fuck."

SLAP.

Castiel wasn't sure how exactly had it came down to this, it had all just started with a simple argument between him and Dean about how they couldn't seem to trust each other after Dean lying to him and hiding things from him, the argument had started out small and childish and the next thing Castiel knew it had blown out of propitiation leaving the two of them where they were now, Castiel with his hand raised in the air after slapping Dean around the face and Dean standing a couple of steps away from him now, face mostly as white as a ghost apart from a small red blemish that was starting to appear on the left side of his face from where Castiel had slapped him one.

"Dean I..."

"Get the fuck out!"

Throwing the rest of the popcorn back into the bowl and placing it back onto the table in-front of him, Balthazar sat back on the long and empty couch, placing his feet up and thinking back to how it used to be Castiel sitting on the other side of the couch, a smile on his faceas he and Balthazar watched whatever crappy crony romantic film that Castiel liked so much and more often than not he and Castiel would lie on the couch cosy together and Balthazar would put his feet on Castiel's lap and they would enjoy the time together.

But then that stupid little pansy Dean Winchester had to walk into the picture and steal Castiel away from him, that same Dean who thought that he was just absolutely amazing because of the fact that he was cool and had the hot sex appeal about him, Castiel had dropped him after his threat had gone haywire and the man in question had found out.

He still couldn't believe that Castiel would really have betrayed him like that, he thought he and Castiel were forever and ever, it was supposed to be him and Castiel until the very end but then Dean Winchester had jumped in and saved the day and now here was Balthazar sitting at home all by himself on a Saturday night just counting down the hours until he would go to his bed alone once again and think to himself just how exactly he could get Castiel back again.

Well if Castiel had dumped him the first time around because of a rumour that had turned out to be true from Sam Winchester and Castiel didn't like things like that then who was to say that Dean wouldn't be exactly the same, he sure seemed that easily jealous type, oh and wait, what if he came up with something no-one was expecting.

It was just at the very same point in the movie that Balthazar could see out of his corner of his eye as the phantom walked up out onto the platform and began to sing the words that for some weird reason always give Balthazar the chills.

"You will curse the day you did not do,

All that the phantom asked of you!"

And Balthazar couldn't help the small smirk that encased his features at that moment in time.

He had a plan.

Chapter 13

SLAP.

"Get the fuck out!"

Dean rolled over in his bed once more, burying his face quickly into the pillow as another round of silent screams escaped him and he couldn't help but wonder what exactly had made him act so stupid as to break up with Castiel after their big fight about many stupid things that had ended with him saying something stupid and Castiel slapping him as hard as possible.

Rolling himself back over onto his back once more, Dean placed his whole body back against the soft sheets, letting his hand trail over to the over side of the bed where he could feel nothing but an already coldness of where Castiel had once lain his head but as Dean rolled onto his side, hopping to find a better and more comfortable position, he found that the smell had remained the same and he brought the other side of the covers towards him, taking in the sweet smell of Castiel's collonge and knowing that he was acting like a right girl but he couldn't bring himself to care and instead buried his head into the covers as he finally realized all he had done and how he had made Castiel leave, he was the worst person ever.

And with those thoughts running full speed inside his brain, Dean collapsed face-first onto the bed, curling into a small ball as he let the tears fall, knowing how stupid he had been all this time and how there was no way he could ever be happy ever again.

Once Castiel had left Dean's house, bag hoisted over his shoulder whilst his whole body tried to come to grips with everything, he found himself wandering the streets, his feet taking him in every and such directions, not really knowing fully where he was going or whether what he was doing was correct, the only thing he knew was that because of his stupid actions, Dean had kicked him out of his house and left Castiel with no-where to really go hence his wandering in the night time light.

Rubbing softly at his shoulder, Castiel eased his small bag to the other side of his shoulder, slowling to an almost crawl as he done this before immediately picking up the pace once more when he realized just how dark and quiet it was out here at this time and he really didn't want to bump into anyone who might see his being lost as a good thing and try to drag him off into the night and murder him.

Shaking his head at the strange thoughts entering his brain, Castiel instead focused his attention on what was straight ahead of him as he finally turned a corner on one of the streets and found himself outside a few rows of shops that had all closed by now due to the lateness of the night whilst in the corner sat a small and dimly lit bar that from what Castiel could see was open to all people over the age of twenty one and seemed to indicate that people could stay as long as they fully wished.

Fixing his bag on his shoulder, Castiel quickly crossed the road over to the small bar, quietly pushing open the wooden door and stepping inside where instantly his nostrils were over-whelmed by the strong smell of alcohol that seemed to be seeping in for all ends of the bar but in his vision he could see that although small on the outside, the inside of the bar actually seemed to be a lot bigger and brightly lit than the outside appeared.

From where he was standing, Castiel could see a young man of about twenty nine standing behind the bar, occasionally pulling a draught of beer for the odd few customers who sat at the bar, many of whom seemed like they couldn't stand up for much longer after the amount of alcohol that they had already consumed whilst in one corner of the room sat three tables all pushed together to one side whilst six guys sat at the table at crowded around one big glass of something in the middle of the table that the men kept taking small sips from before high fiving each other and moving on to the next person.

At the other end of the bar sat one big round table that sat maybe ten guys and ten girls, all of whom seemed to be talking amongst themselves about their jobs and what co-worker they hated more, something Castiel ignored right away knowing how petty some people could be and instead walked forwards, taking a seat at the front of the bar, a few down from the bartender who immediately looked at him, gave a small smile and placed a bottle of beer in-front of him with a look that seemed to indicate that he needed it.

Silently giving his thanks, Castiel popped the top off of the beer bottle and took a quick couple of swallows, letting his attention wander around the bar itself as he nursed his beer and listened the conversations going on around him whilst a small part of his brain tried to tell him that what he was doing was stupid and he should really go back to Dean's and demand that Dean listen to him again and tell him he didn't mean anything by what he had done but Castiel knew that Dean was right, he had no right to go to Balthazar for information when Balthazar was just a jealous dick who cared about nothing but himself.

Without fully knowing how, Castiel found himself placing his empty beer bottle down in the next couple of seconds, already ordering another one despite knowing that this really wasn't a good idea when he might get too drunk that he couldn't tell Gabriel later on where he was.

Deciding after a couple of seconds though that he didn't really fully care, Castiel took the next bottle of beer, already feeling his insides begin to warm with the beginnings of the fuzziness of alcohol but he ignored the feeling, instead beginning to think back on just what exactly the last couple of weeks had been like for him and how he had ended up where he was now, alone on a Thursday night drinking a bottle of beer at a bar that didn't look like it could house more than maybe about thirty or forty people at best thinking back on everything that happened.

When he really thought about it now though, everything had really all began with that stupid phone call that he had made to Balthazar, thinking that he may be able to help.

Two Weeks Earlier

"Hello?"

Hearing his voice on the other end of the line for the first time in just nearly two months immediately had Castiel wonder how it had came down to this before the small voice at the back of his mind reminded him just what exactly he was doing this for.

"Balthazar, I need to ask you something. It's important."

Already knowing that just what exactly he was asking for was a really stupid idea but he couldn't stop himself when he was so close to maybe finding out the truth about what happened between Dean and Balthazar when Balthazar had visited him at Dean's work, Dean had told him that it didn't matter, that it was nothing but after that dream that Dean had had which ended in him screaming his name obviously like he was scared for Castiel's safety, he was going to try and make his mission to find out what Dean was hiding from him.

"Oh wow I see, when I'm of no use to you, you throw me out on the curb but the moment I'm of use you think you can just reel me back in and expect me to co-operate" Balthazar hissed back, Castiel already seeing the smug look of satisfaction upon his face and knowing that Balthazar had a point here but he still didn't care, he had to find out one way or another what was going on.

"Balthazar just shut you're trap for a second. I know you came to visit Dean at his work and I need to know just what exactly happened that day."

"Sir?"

Castiel blinked twice before realizing that he had been sitting at the front of the bar for almost three hours lost in thought whilst in-front of him sat eleven empty bottles of beer, a sure sign that he had been distracted, otherwise he would have noticed his intake in alcohol and tried to slow himself down or at least listen to what the bartender was saying to him in that current moment in time but all he could really make out through the mix of alcohol running through his system was the soft mummers of the other patrons, all of whom seemed to be under the impression that this new guy was a complete weirdo and not to be messed with.

"I'm sorry" Castiel muttered to himself picking up one of his empty beer bottles and examining it closely, turning it this way and that, watching as the remaining dregs ran back and forth inside the bottle all clotted together before finally breaking away from each other and Castiel gasped and the next thing he found himself covered in blood as the bottles of beer all came crashing down in a heap around him, some cutting into his hands whilst the rest nicked his clothing and feet whilst Castiel looked down at the mess before him for a couple of seconds and before he knew what he was really doing, he leaned down on his hands and knees, swaying unsteadily and small tears exiting his eyes as he carefully tried to pick up the broken pieces of the bottles but did nothing more than cut himself worse.

"Sir?" The bartender uttered again, a small warning to Castiel that he was behaving strangely mostly due to the alcohol but also because of what had happened.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Dean, I'm sorry" Castiel uttered as his hands connected with two other pieces of the glass bottles and he crunched them together in his hands, not even wincing when the glass cut his hands again and again until at last the pieces looked like tiny shards of glass, almost like a snowflake that had been pressed together so many times until it became small and powdery in the hands.

"Dean please forgive me" Castiel uttered again, letting the pieces of glass fall to the floor, and he rubbed his bloody hands over his face, and down to his neck, almost like it was Dean's own hands caressing his neck and face.

"Cas?"

The small, almost gruff grunt of his name had Castiel look up into the bright lights of the bar before shielding his eyes as he took in the sight of Dean standing there, his eyes scrunched up in worry whilst he held out a small hand to help the other man up which Castiel instantly took and hugged Dean tight, feeling Dean's arms come up and around him with such carefulness like he was afraid to touch him but Castiel didn't mind as he snuggled into Dean forgetting that his hands were all bloody until Dean grabbed one from his shoulder and kissed the cuts gently and slowly with soft butterfly kisses that made Castiel smile before he lunged forward and captured Dean's mouth with his, his hands coming up to run it through Dean's stubble that must have grown back before he pulled away as quickly as it had happened and ran his fingers through Dean's short locks, letting his fingers curl into the dirty blond hair.

Before Castiel could even comprehend what exactly was happening, he found himself stuck in a major tongue duel with Dean as the two backed themselves through Dean's house, Castiel being careful not to hit the kitchen counter or trip on some kernels that he found his feet standing on as he continued to kiss Dean, finally reaching the bedroom and shoving the door open, Castiel finding himself falling backwards onto the bed whilst Dean fell over him, a small smile crossing his features that Castiel had to trace with his finger before kissing Dean again, curling his legs around Dean's waist relieving in the feeling of want as he bucked his jean clad hips up hearing Dean moan as he returned the feeling.

Pulling Dean's shirt off his small frame, Castiel examined the skin carefully before kissing Dean once again slowly and breaking away to snuggle his head on Dean's chest, wrapping his arms around Dean's waist, just glad that they were finally okay again.

"I love you..."

A/N So guys here it is, the end of Chapter 13, what did yous all think, did you love it? Hate it? Please let me know in you're reviews and I shall get the next chapter up as soon as I have got two new reviews.

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