The Interview

"No, you don't understand. I need to be on that plane!," Dean said in frustration to the bored customer service worker at LAX.

The woman shook her curly red hair, "I'm sorry, sir. There's no flights coming in or out to Illinois until tomorrow night."

Dean tightened his fist on the counter. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth and walked away.

Just his luck that this would happen. He sighed and went to go find his car in airport parking.

And who says Cas would even think about taking him back especially after the shit he put him through? Cas deserved better but he was going to try his hardest to prove his love.

XXX

Cas sat on his private airplane with Jo seated across from him in Deans seat. "I cant believe Dean called you," he said in disbelief.

Jo smiled and nodded. "Yeah, he explained it all to me and even paid for my plane ticket."

Cas nodded and looked out the window. He was on his way back to Los Angeles to do his own interview. He was reluctant to do so but Jo and Gabe ended up talking him into it.

Jo grabbed Cas's hand from across the aisle and gave him a reassuring smile. "You can do it, Cas."

He smiled and gave her small hand a squeeze before looking back out the window. He could see the city's lights shining as they got closer to the airport. And closer to Dean.

His mind wandered back to the time when he landed at LAX and Dean was right there waiting for him. He smiled involuntarily as he thought about Deans large smile and bright green eyes. He sighed and forced his thoughts elsewhere. He was doing what he should have done long ago.

XXX

"Hey, thanks for meeting me, man," Dean said to Sam as he sat down at the bar with him.

"Yeah, no problem. I'm actually surprised you're still in town," Sam replied and ordered himself a beer.

"Yeah, well. My plane doesn't even leave until midnight tonight and I was tired of drinking alone."

"Gee, thanks," Sam said sarcastically.

Dean rolled his eyes and took a sip of his own beer. They drank in silence until Sam cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Have you even tried calling him?," Sam asked.

"Yeah but his phones off," Dean replied with a shrug.

"So, what exactly is your plan then?"

Dean said nothing as he pulled a small black box from his front Jean pocket and showed it to Sam whose eyes lit up in a mixture of surprise and excitement.

"Congrats, man! Here's to hoping he says yes," Sam said raising his glass.

Dean smiled sheepishly and clinked his glass against Sam's. "I sure hope so. Cause I don't have a Plan B," he said with a nervous laugh.

Sam shrugged, "What's not to say yes to?"

Dean punched his brother in the arm playfully and then stared down into his beer. He swirled his index finger around the rim of his glass and watched as the beer made waves.

He heard a familiar deep voice coming from the flat screen directly over their heads. Cas. It was Cas's voice.

His head shot up and he felt chills shoot through his spine as he seemingly locked eyes with Cas. The screen cut away to a woman's face. It was the same woman that interviewed Ana. Dean thinks her name was Bela Talbot.

Dean turned to Sam who looked just as equally confused. "Hey, turn that up," Dean ordered the bartender who complied quickly.

Cas was sitting in a tall chair in room with Bela Talbot sitting across form him in the same chair. She didn't have a microphone and it didn't look to be like a public interview. The word 'E! Live' was plastered on the bottom of the screen.

The camera panned to Bela's stoic face as she moved her hair behind her ear. "So, Castiel Novak, I'm told that you've come here to redeem yourself from your mother's own interview last week," she stated.

Cas nodded his head intertwined his fingers together anxiously. Dean narrowed his eyes. "He's nervous," he said to himself.

"Yes, I am. I know I've been all over the tabloids the past two weeks and reporters and media outlets have said less than favorable things about me. I'm here to give my side and clear it all up," he spoke calmly.

"Okay. We've learned from arrest records that your mother was recently arrested by your boyfriend in front of her home a few days ago. Do you care to elaborate on what went down?"

Dean closed his eyes and felt Sam pat his back lightly. "Well, technically she was arrested by his father, the Chief of Police, for public disturbance, drug use and assault with a deadly weapon," he listened closely as Castiel spoke as if he was discussing the weather.

"That's a pretty drastic change from when I saw her just the night previous. Don't you think?"

Dean glanced back up at the television and watched as Cas nodded in agreement. "More or less. I could tell from her interview with you that she had already started her drug use. But with people that relapse like that, they can change their personalities very quickly," he explained.

"And where is she now, Castiel?," Bela continued mercilessly with her questions.

"She is in rehab where she should've been. And after she's all cleared, she will be transferred to prison for attempting to murder Officer Dean Winchester."

Bela's jaw dropped but she quickly regained composure. "Speaking of Officer Winchester, where do you see that going?"

Dean gripped his glass tightly and started chewing on his bottom lip, a habit he did when he was extremely nervous. He stared intensely at the screen as Cas shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

He dazed off for a second as if his mind had taken him somewhere else before coming back. He coughed nervously. "Um, I have a deep love for him that I can't say I've ever experienced before. He decided to break things of and I accepted. We were after all complete opposites."

Bela tilted her head, "Yes, but opposites attract and you could really see the sparks flying between you two. Completely different from the relationship you shared with Balthazar."

Cas let out a shaky laugh and ran his hands down his legs. "Maybe our love had too much fire in it that it just sizzled out," he offered.

Bela shook her head, "With a love that strong, the fire could only grow higher."

Cas zoned out again before Bela coughed to get his attention. He looked up embarrassed, "Right. Can we get to the next question?"

"Of course. Castiel, I'm aware that this has been a black listed question but in light of this spontaneous tell all, the world wants to know in your own words, what happened on the balcony that night?"

"I attempted suicide," he sated simply.

Bela's eyes widened as she seemed to scramble for the next words to say.

"I've been in this business for twenty-four years. My 'star power' has never fizzled out and I've spent all my energy on the industry. A few weeks ago, I was always surrounded by a team of people. There was never a moment where I was utterly alone but at the same time I was. All these people and yet I felt like the only soul in the room," he paused and took a deep breath.

"Along the way, I lost my way. The light in my eyes I once had was long gone. I couldn't even remember who I was. It's an awful thing to go through," he finished.

Bela picked up a tissue and wiped at the corners of her eyes. "I think I speak for everyone when I say that I am very sorry that you had to go through that. It even goes to show that anyone can be a sufferer of depression."

"I don't think of it so much as I suffered with it but more like I'm a conqueror and survivor of it."

Bela nodded along and placed a comforting hand on Cas's thigh. Dean turned to Sam who looked like he was about to cry himself. He turned back to the screen to see Bela take another deep breath before continuing.

"And what could you tell us about Balthazar?"

Cas half heartedly shrugged his shoulders. "You should know better than anyone to not believe everything you see. I mean, this is Hollywood. Looks are deceiving. We did a movie together and 'dated' for PR," he said along with air quotes.

"So none of it was real?," She asked even though she knew the answer.

"No. It was all fake. And why does it even matter? Why do people seem to care about these things so much? Why do we care about the personal lives of celebrities and what we think, what we eat and who were with? Why does anyone care about what I have to say? Because I'm 'important'? Because I'm a 'celebrity'?," Cas ranted as he became obviously more agitated in his seat.

"Well I say we use our public platforms to talk about things that are more serious than who I'm involved with. Everything we do red carpet events, we should talk about world issues instead of what designer we have on. For instance, there are still people starving all over the world."

Bela nodded and pursed her lips a bit. "Is that what you plan on doing at your next red carpet?"

Cas smiled and shook his head, "No."

Bela furrowed her brow, "I'm sorry. Were all just a bit confused here after everything you just said."

Cas chuckled lowly and stood up out of his seat. "I'm not going to because there won't be a next time. I announce my retirement from Hollywood effective immediately."

Deans breath caught in his throat. Did he really just say what he think he said? Or was this some kind of sick joke being played on him? Or maybe a cruel dream he was having?

Cas shook Bela's hand, "Thank you for doing my last interview with me. But no more questions." He started taking of his microphone wire that was attached to the collar of his shirt before the screen cut to a commercial break.

The bar erupted into a loud chatter of customers discussing what just happened and all the revelations Cas just dropped.

Dean turned to Sam dumbfounded who was busy looking at his smartphone. "Dude. Did you just hear what I did?"

Sam nodded. "Yep. And it looks like he's at the studio still since this was live. If you hurry you can still catch him," he held up his phone so Dean could see the address of the studio that he just googled.

Dean nodded quickly and jumped out of the stool, running to the door. "Hey!," Sam called loudly.

Dean turned around. "Yeah?"

Sam smiled widely, "Go get your yes!"