Thank you so much to everyone for the kind comments. You are all absolutely amazing and you make this story worth writing. I could not do it without each and every one of you.

You are all going to hate me at the end of this chapter for a very bad reason. On the other end of things, something you've been waiting for is going to happen in the next chapter. This chapter isn't going to be long only so that we can get to that chapter. This is more of a bridge chapter so I'm talking like no more than 2,000 words. Don't worry, I'll update again really soon. It's going to be taking a look at Dean and Castiel's Saturdays together as well as two characters teaming up to help fix things without the couple's knowledge.

First Saturday

Castiel clenched and unclenched his fists as he stood before the intimidating building. He glanced back at the parking lot, seeing the shiny black car sitting next to his own clunker. When he turned back, he took a deep breath and stepped forward. He hovered with his hand halfway stretched towards the doorknob. Did he knock? Did he just go in? He had no idea how to treat this situation. Finally, he pulled the door open and stepped in. Dean was sitting at his desk rifling through papers. He glanced up at him and their eyes met for several moments before the mechanic nodded at the Chevelle that had remained untouched for a month.

"You remember where you left off?" he asked.

Castiel swallowed hard before nodding.

"I was working on the radiator." He replied.

Dean nodded before gesturing to the car.

"Get to work. If you finish with that, work on the front suspension." He instructed.

Castiel turned away, opening the hood of his car once he got there. Their conversation was stilted and detached and he hated every moment of it. At least he was able to lose himself in working on the familiar engine. If he could distract himself from Dean's presence, perhaps he could make it through these extra sessions after all. Soon he was lost in his movements, focusing on the machinery and forgetting everything else. Castiel breathed evenly as he threw himself into the work, twisting caps and cleaning metal off. Every once in a while, he thought he could feel a gaze on his back but he tried to block it out, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before continuing his work.

Dean tried to keep himself busy. He went through papers and wrote down progress reports for all of his students. When he got to Castiel's name, he looked up at the male in question. Castiel was faced away from him, bent over the engine in a familiar position. All of the times that Dean was at his side floated through his mind. Their shared smiles and flirty comments echoed through his head and he rubbed his jaw with frustration and tried to hide the sadness in his eyes. He dropped his gaze and took a deep breath, flipping the paper with Castiel's name over.

"Dean?"

His head snapped up and he saw Castiel standing a few feet away with an uncertain expression. He fumbled with his hands as he shifted from foot to foot.

"What's going on?" Dean asked, straightening up.

He glanced back at the car with a conflicted look.

"I need help." He admitted.

Dean stood quickly, moving around his desk.

"With what?" he said.

Castiel stared after him for a moment before following him.

"The front suspension. It's jammed somehow." He explained.

Dean slid his jacket off and tossed it over Jo's car before leaning over the car and inspecting the engine. Castiel stood a few feet away and watched him. The mechanic glanced up and looked over at him with surprise before sighing heavily.

"I don't bite, Cas. The same rules apply. When I'm at your engine, so are you. I'm not doing your work for you and you have a lot to get caught up on so I wouldn't waste time if I were you." he said.

Castiel stepped forward hesitantly and leaned over the engine with him. After spending several minutes talking about the suspension and what was wrong with it, Dean straightened up when he was certain that Castiel understood. The teenager looked up at him, biting his lip hesitantly.

"Thank you, Dean." He said in a solemn voice.

The older male faltered as he stared back at him.

"You're welcome, Cas." He replied quietly before turning to walk back to his desk.

Cas stared after him with a sad look, longing to feel Dean's hands on him once more. Instead of voicing his thoughts, he shoved them away and turned back to his project.

Second Saturday

Castiel was surprised when he walked in and saw Dean with two coffee containers from the nearest café sitting on his desk. The other man looked up at him and let his eyes skirt over his winter clothes.

"Hot chocolate." He said simply, gesturing to the second cup.

His chest filled with a slight warmth as he walked forward to pick up the drink. He took a drink of it as he walked to the car.

"Doing the wheels today, right?" Dean questioned.

Castiel nodded, setting his drink on the ground as he slid his coat off.

"I'm installing the hubcaps." He replied.

"Let me know if you need help." Dean said, sitting at his desk as he sorted through documents for his father's medical bills.

He stared after the other man with confusion, wondering why he was being so kind.

When he walked out of the school, Baltahazar did not expect to see another person leaning against his car.

"Is it my lucky day?" he asked sarcastically.

Jo turned to face him with raised eyebrows.

"We need to talk." She said.

"I agree." He nodded. "And considering that I know exactly what you're going to say, how about we go to speak to our illustrious principal right now?"

The blonde female stared at him for a moment before nodding once.

"Fine." She said.

Jo marched up to him and they fell into step as they walked back towards the school.

"Just to get one thing clear, we're doing to fix this bullshit between Castiel and Dean, not to get you on anyone's good side. And by anyone, I mean my best friend."

Balthazar grinned over at her.

"I know." He assured her.

Third Saturday

Castiel finally broke after two hours of silence in the garage. He turned to Dean with an exasperated expression and dropped the tool that he was holding.

"I am sorry." He said.

Dean looked up from the papers he was glancing over with surprise.

"What?" he asked.

Castiel charged forward, unable to let this go on any longer.

"I'm sorry for causing you pain. I'm sorry for asking you to do something ridiculous and I am very sorry for everything that I did or didn't do. I am completely responsible for the state of our relationship and I am sorry." He ranted. "What I did was deplorable and you did not deserve it."

Dean sighed before standing up slowly.

"No, I didn't." he agreed.

Castiel stared at him for a moment.

"How much longer is this going to go on? This space? This uncomfortable atmosphere?" he questioned.

Dean looked at him with wide eyes.

"Do you really think that we can just go back to the way it was?" he asked.

Castiel shook his head, clenching his fists.

"I think that we can do something. We have been going on for three weeks without saying so much as a word other than what is necessary. You got me hot chocolate last week and then proceeded to ignore me for the next four hours. I am confused and I am wanting clarity. I need to know what happens now." He said desperately.

Dean swallowed hard before shaking his head.

"This, Cas." He said, gesturing between them. "This happens now, It's what has to happen. There is so much that has happened and neither of us have really let go of any of it. So this is what happens. We go about like this, polite and withdrawn."

Castiel shook his head, marching towards Dean.

"Bullshit." he refused. "I will not believe that. No matter what has happened in the past, I believe that we are stronger than this. I still care for you immensely and I will not let that go unless I am forced. If you truly do not want me then tell me and I will leave you alone but if you do… if there is any chance…"

He cut off, standing just before Dean.

"It doesn't have to be that way." he reiterated.

Dean took a deep breath.

"Cas, I… I don't know if I can… what happened was pretty significant. It's not like we got in a fight over something small and then another small thing happened. We went through a lot of shit. To just let all of that go, it will take a while."

Castiel stared at him for a moment before moving forward once more. Dean suddenly found himself with his arms full of the teenager as their lips crashed together. It took him several moments to realize what was happening before he automatically responded. Each male poured their feelings into the kiss, anger, betrayal, regret, and guilt all raging through their bodies as they melded together. When Castiel pulled away moments later, he stared up at Dean with desperate eyes.

"Tell me if you're willing." He whispered before breaking away from him.

Dean watched with shock as he gathered his stuff and turned to the door, leaving early despite not being dismissed. Castiel paused before opening the door.

"I am willing to fight." He said simply before running out.

Dean stood there, thinking about everything with surprise as he processed it all. He didn't know how to feel but he knew that he would have to take a long time to think about it.

Castiel could hardly believe what he did. Being separate from Dean for so long had finally taken a toll on him. His hands gripped the steering wheel as he sped down the main street. A smile played at his lips as he knew that he'd done what he wanted to. He pushed forward and he made the first step. If he was lucky, this left him open to explain everything that had happened, to reveal to Dean that he did not betray him when the guilt of their fighting and him putting himself in the situation that started the room was gone.

His phone began ringing in his pocket and he let go of the steering wheel with one hand, digging around in it. When he suddenly felt the car hit a slick spot and the automobile began spinning out on the street, his phone was forgotten as he let out a loud cry of panic and tried to correct his movements. The last thing he heard was honking horns, roaring in his ears, and the sound of busting glass as his car slid sideways into the street light. Everything went black when his head slammed into the steering wheel.

I am so sorry for the short chapter and the horribleness of the writing! This is one confusing spot where I was trying to bridge two major plot lines and I don't think I did a great job at it. This is probably going to be as good as it gets and I don't want to waste any time so I'm going to go ahead and let this happen. The next chapter will be much longer and hopeful of a better quality.