A/N: Chapters not been Beta'ed. Sorry. So WILL have spelling/grammar mistakes. Forgive me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Sam shifted in the chair he'd spent the past three days making his home; suddenly it was no longer comfortable. He glanced over to the bed and Becky to see she was looking at him, watching.

"Hi." he smiled warmly, gaining one in return. "You need something?"

"Talk to me." she whispered.

Sam moved the chair forward. "What do you want to talk about?"

"How did we meet?"

"Huh. Oh uh….In collage actually. I smashed you in the face with a door."

Becky giggled a little. "You did."

Sam shrugged awkwardly. "Yeah. Then we had Art History together."

"When did we….you know, start dating?" Becky asked with a blush.

Sam's eyes widened. "Huh? Dating?"

The young woman paled slightly. "Gabriel said…."

Sam huffed in frustration. "What? What did he tell you?"

Becky swallowed, tears pooling in her eyes. "He said you were my boyfriend." she told him in a low shaky voice.

"Dammit Gabriel." Sam snapped harshly. "I'm sorry Becky. But we're not…I'm not your boyfriend." he wasn't surprised that that announcement sent a spark of regret through him.

"Oh." she murmured, turning her head so he wouldn't see the tears rolling down her face.

Sam didn't need to see them. He was going to kill Gabriel, fucking interfering bastard. When would he learn?

"I'm tired. Can….you go." the young woman announced; her voice shaking as she did so.

Sam swallowed more regret and got to his feet with a wary sigh. "Of course, I'll….night."

Becky didn't answer, didn't look at him and he felt like the world's worst human all over again. He'd been feeling that a lot lately, when it came to Becky.

Strolling out of the hospital room and then the hospital itself, waving down a cab he told the driver to take him to Singers Bar and Grill, cause he really needed a drink, he'd kill Gabriel later.

~DESTIEL/BECAM~

Dean sat in the Impala staring out of the window blindly. He was still in shock. He couldn't believe he'd screw up so badly, of course he should have known, he always did when it was important. He'd screwed up with Lisa; he'd screwed up with Ben and now Cass. He was just a screw up. But the worst part was he wasn't the one getting hurt, they were. How many other people's lives had he fucked up?

He glanced at the passenger seat and the photos, his stomach clenching painfully and nausea rolling up from its depths. Groaning to himself he started the engine, looking up one last time at Cass's apartment before driving away.

He strolled into the bar to find Sam and Jo sat together at a table near the back, Sam looking as bad as he felt. His hands tightened around the photo's he couldn't let out of his sight, as he walked over to join them.

"Hey Dean." Jo grinned, but it fell away almost immediately.

Sam looked up at him from his beer, his eyes heavy and shadowed with tiredness. "Hey."

"Hey." Dean sat across from his brother, Jo posed between them.

They were all silent for a few pregnant moments before Dean dropped the photos on the table in front of his brother and surrogate sister. "I screwed up." he sighed dramatically, his head in his hands. He heard their gasps as they glanced at the pictures.

"W-what is this?" Sam asked with a deep concerned frown.

"Looks pretty obvious to me." Jo joke blandly, tilting her head at the image.

The two men didn't bother sending her a scathing look.

"Cass's bitch of an ex-wife's lawyer sent them too him. She'd filed for full custody of his daughter, with limited visitation." he informed his brother painfully.

"She must have had you both followed. But why? How could she have known you'd be…."

Dean shrugged. "Does it matter? She got what she wanted. Those don't exactly paint Cass or me in a great light."

"No." Sam sighed, shaking his head. "I just don't understand why she would do it? They've been divorce for a year according to Gabriel and Balthazar, why now."

Dean shook his head. "What am I meant to do?" he asked warily, running his hand over his face.

"Fix it." Jo said matter-of-factly, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "You clearly care about him, help him fight."

Dean shot the girl a disparaging look. "He doesn't want my help. He doesn't want anything to do with me. He hates me. - And I don't blame him."

"Dean." Sam moaned. "Don't…."

"What? It's true. I'm always screwing up everyone's life. I screwed up Lisa's….."

"Dean, she screwed up yours, she cheated on you."

Dean shook his head. "No, she didn't. - Well, she did but….she knew I wasn't happy Sam, even when I didn't. She knew I'd never leave her and Ben, so she forced me too."

"What?" the pair gasped.

"She left me a letter explaining the whole thing, about the affair, that wasn't even an affair, lying to me about Ben being mine. - Not telling me she was pregnant when I left."

"I…I can't believe she did that." Sam murmured.

"I can." Jo added sadly, looking apologetically at Dean. "You do what you need to for the people you love."

Dean dropped his gaze to stare at the table top. "Yeah. - And now here I am, doing it all over again."

"You didn't do anything Dean." Jo insisted, reaching for his hand. "You just fell for the guy."

Dean sent her a scathing look. "I forced him. I knew he wasn't interested, that he wasn't ready to come out of that warm little closet he was in, but I didn't stop, I kept pushing and pushing until." he shoved the photo's across the table. "And now he'd going to lose his daughter for good, while I carry on living my pointless screwy life. - Hell, I can't even look after my own children! I just left them behind, didn't even care!"

The young man and woman watched as Dean self-destructed before them, his own body shaking like he was being possess by something. They shared a look that spoke volumes, both knowing that Dean had finally found what they'd all wanted for him, only to lose it out of spit. Sam made up his mind that he was going to fix it. He may have lost his chance of happiness, but he was determined Dean wouldn't.

~DESTIEL/BECAM~

Sam walked into the IT department with a renewed determination to find Gabriel. He spotted him across the room, leaning back in his chair, his feet on the desk and his back to him. Sam marched towards him, pausing behind him and swiping him hard around the back of the head.

"What the fuck!" the shorter man yelled, swiveling around in his chair to stare up at the giant.

"I could say the same to you." Sam snapped, not caring that they were being watched. "Why the hell did you tell Becky I was her boyfriend?"

Gabriel shrugged. "Because you want to be, and she wants you to be, so I figured I'd get rid of the red tape."

"Dick." Sam slapped him again.

"Hey!" Gabriel shouted, jumping to his feet.

"You have any idea what you've done? Any at all?"

"I was trying to help!" Gabriel snapped. "I just want you guy to be happy."

"Oh, like you helped Dean and Castiel I suppose?"

Gabriel smirked triumphantly.

Sam clenched his fists at his side. "Well, congratulations….you screwed that up too."

"Huh?" Gabriel frowned. "How is them going on a date screwing it up, exactly?"

Sam grabbed hold of Gabriel's shirt and dragged in towards the nearest empty office, slamming the door shut behind him.

"They didn't get to go on a date. You're ex-sister-in-law sent Castiel some rather revealing photo's of him and Dean taken while they were in Lawrence. She trying to force him not to fight her appeal for full custody. Castiel's blaming Dean. Dean's distraught blaming himself. And it's all your fault."

Gabriel stared up at the tree with wide shocked and furious eyes. "She's what? Bitch! How did she get pictures?"

"Private investigator obviously. They must have followed Castiel and Dean from here. - I just don't get why?" Sam shook his head, sending his long hair swinging.

"I though the word Bitch as enough of a description." Gabriel snarled, resting on the edge of the desk.

"I take it you don't like her much." Sam smirked dryly.

"Understatement. Best news I ever heard when Castiel said she was filing for divorce."

Sam took a seat next to the shorter man. "So why is she doing this?"

Gabriel looked up at him like he was dumb. "Seriously?" he shook his head. "She's pissed because Cass is gay. That's why she divorced him in the first place. She's been making his life hell ever since. - You know what they say about a woman scorned and all. - But she's not getting away with it any more. I've kept quiet long enough, that's bitch is going to see what a pissed off archangel is capable of."

Sam frowned down at him with confusion, a shiver running though him slightly.

Gabriel rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Archangel. Gabriel. - Jesus man, I thought you were smart." he leapt off the table and headed for the door. "As for you and your love life. - Dude, just kiss the girl."