"Hello, my name's Jimmy and I'll be your server for the day. What can I get you to drink?" He decided to try again, after clearing his throat and removing any hostility from his gaze. After all, Dean had pretty much ignored him for months before he'd left. He might as well do the same.

Dean definitely noticed the way that he seemed to be ignoring them somehow, and furrowed his brows, scooting to the edge of the seat to get a closer look at Castiel.

"Cas, what..."

"My name is Jimmy, actually. Do you need a few more minutes to decide, or?" Castiel's gaze went from Dean to Lilith, who was glaring at him outright and without even trying to hide it. Dean looked about the same, except the glare was more out of confusion and.. hurt, it appeared, than anything else. Good. He deserved any hurt he got from this. After a few moments of just staring, Dean seemed to snap out of a daze, scooting back in his chair again and looking away from Castiel, instead looking at his hands, which were resting on the table.

"I'd like a different server, please."

Now it was Castiel's turn to glare, lips parting slightly because yeah he hadn't been expecting that. Sure, maybe some hostility, or a request to go outside and explain, but this? He hadn't been acknowledging that it was them but now? God. He didn't like it for Dean to do it too.

"Right. Okay. Get one."

"What?"

"Get a different server."

"That's not my job."

Castiel leaned closer, grabbing Dean's chin and tilting his head upwards to ensure that he met his hostile gaze. "Yep, it's not. You don't even have a job. So if you don't want me to do mine and serve you, okay. Because at least I have one."

And, as he knew that Dean would definitely get up and try to brutally attack him after that, Castiel let go of the other man's chin, pretty much dashing out of the diner without a second thought. He'd just.. wait until they left. Then he'd go back in. It was freaking childish as hell, and he'd probably have to take another shift later, but he didn't want to see them, not after this long. He'd finally been coming to terms with it, you know? And now they had to show up, still clearly in a relationship and just.. he hated it. He had an apartment, a job, all that great stuff, but he didn't have what he wanted most-Dean. So he'd wait.

To his surprise, Dean did not storm through the doors to follow after him and attack him. Which was perfectly fine with him, I mean he didn't take pleasure in getting beaten to a pulp. Castiel breathed out a sigh, frustrated with how this day was turning out to be. He knew that he shouldn't have done that, he could have just acknowledged that yeah, he was indeed Castiel, and just.. explained to Dean everything that had happened, and hell maybe they could have parted on good terms, or even spend some time together in a few days and just.. catch up, become friends again. But no, he'd ruined his chances of that, and only because he'd been pissed off about seeing them again. Great.

He walked around to the back of the building, noticing two of his coworkers out there smoking, but didn't engage in conversation, instead just going to sit down and lean against the brick wall. Yeah, he'd wait. Or maybe Dean would just seek him out. Tell him that he was sorry. That he didn't want to be with Lilith anymore, that he wanted Castiel to come back and live with him again in the old shed.

Or maybe he didn't live there anymore. He could live with Lilith, for all Castiel knew, after all the shed was never really that great of a house, and it had no shower or kitchen or anything besides tools, really. And it wasn't like Dean would do that anyway.

Damn.

He looked up when he heard footsteps coming around the side of the building, unfortunately hoping to see Dean, but alas it was just another of his coworkers. They hadn't walked out the back door to get here, though, which was a bit confusing, but whatever. Not something he wanted to concern himself with. So he rested his head against the wall, eyes closing as he did so, and he waited.

Castiel didn't see Dean or Lilith for the rest of the day, and in all honesty it left him with a hollow, empty feeling-disappointment, he supposed.

About a week later, Castiel was in his bed, sleeping away in the comfort of the warm blankets once again. It was probably three or four in the morning, and he'd gotten off work early that day so he had mainly just slept the whole time. However, a loud knock to the door caused him to open his eyes, his blue gaze practically burning a hole through the ceiling in frustration. God, what the fuckwas important enough for someone to wake him up at this hour? Especially with a knock like that, god, it was like an injured person trying to get into a hospital.

With an irritated groan, Castiel sat up, pushing the blankets off of himself and shivering at the feel of the cool air meeting his skin. On second thought-he stood, proceeding to pull the top comforter off of the bed and wrap it around himself, afterwards going to walk out of the room. Right, the door. He made his way through the tiny apartment and to the front door, unlocking it before pulling it open.

Greeted by the sight of Dean, Castiel furrowed his eyebrows, frowning at the other man all the while leaning against the door frame. He was too tired for this right now, what the fuck did Dean want?

"Cas.. uh.."

Castiel shook his head slightly, reaching out and grabbing the sleeve of Dean's jacket, pulling the man inside and closing the door behind them. The green-eyed man certainly seemed surprised by the gesture, but whatever. He pulled him through the room to the little chair he had put in the small living room, making him sit down there before going to lay down on the floor on his side, watching Dean with a tired expression.

"Okay. Now continue."

Dean still wore the confused look on that pretty face of his, but didn't voice any questions he might have, instead giving a nod.

"Uh.. I know it's late, sorry about that. I didn't.. um, I didn't actually expect you to be here, I guess."

Castiel only raised an eyebrow. What, he didn't expect him to be at his own apartment? Of course, there was the option that Dean had figured he still slept around every night for places to stay, and it could be likely that he didn't even live here. Speaking of which, how the fuck did Dean even get his address?

"Anyway, I just.. wanted to.. see you, I guess. I know you didn't exactly like me when you left, and the other day probably didn't help, but.. well we were really good friends, you know? I wanted to see you again."

The raven-haired man on the floor couldn't help but laugh slightly, but it was bitter, barked out.

"What, is that not okay?" Dean questioned, or honestly it sounded more like a challenge, but whatever.

"No, no, it's fine. Continue."

"That's it."

"That's it?"

At Dean's nod of confirmation, Castiel raised both eyebrows now, rolling onto his back to stare up at the ceiling with curiosity. Dean just wanted to see him? He could have, you know, asked around for him, looked for him, hell followed him out of the shed when he'd left.

"...Alright. Do you want some hot chocolate?"