Hello again my lovelies. Just want to say thank you to CastiellaWinchester94 for their lovely review and to thank all those who have favoured and followed so far. So here we go again.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Metallica.

Two days later Dean is relaxing in his flat wondering what to watch on the TV. He had had the day off and done some good work on his book and was now having some down time from both his 'jobs', when his phone rang. (Hey Cas nice of you to join us again.)

"Hello Castiel." Dean said in an imitation of his deep voice without looking at the caller ID, he knew who it was. (Mainly cos he had given him a special ring tone, just saying.)

"Dean." Came a very tried and stressed response.

"Soo, how's the painting going?" Dean asked sipping his beer.

"One left." Came Castiel's short reply.

"Well that's cool. So ringing for inspiration are you?" Dean asked moving so he was now lying down on his couch.

"Yes. Please Dean." Castiel pleaded tiredly, he was so close to finishing.

"Okay what do you want to discuss?" Dean responded, deciding that Cas sounded so pitiful that he couldn't mock him today.

"Does it really matter?" Castiel replied closing his eyes and almost falling off his stool. He was sooo tried.

"I don't know. I'm not the one looking for inspiration am I? " Dean asked drinking his beer and thinking that he loved the sound of Castiel's voice when he was tried. To be honest he loved it at any time, not that he would ever say that. (Sorry Dean too late, you talk in your sleep you know.)

"Fine." Castiel responded trying to pull himself together. "Tell me what you look for in a partner." He said the first thing that came into his head. (Hmm, now what are you preoccupied with Castiel? I wonder.)

"What?" Dean spluttered down the other end of the phone. Did Cas just ask him what he thought he did? (Yes.) Why did Cas want to know that? (Du! Cos he likes you Dean.)

"You asked what to discuss and I'm sure that will do as well as anything." Castiel replied. Now he had said it he really wanted to know the answer. Not that he thought much about the reason behind that.

"Umm yeah Cas that's not going to happen." Dean said. Nope, no way in hell was he going there.

"Why not?" Castiel whined at him, hoping to get Dean to change his mind.

"Cos I don't know… everyone's different I guess…There's no set thing I look for… I just like people and get to know them and well… it goes from there…?" (Translation: gravelly voiced strangers with bright blue eyes and who are rather socially inept and also double as inspiration for his angel.)

"fine." Castiel replied grumpily. He didn't really want to know anyway he told himself. (Don't lie!)

"Man you need to relax. I'm sure inspiration will come to you then." Dean said changing the subject as quickly as he could.

"I can't relax Dean. I don't have time." Castiel snapped.

"Well put on some meditation music and lights candles or something, I don't know." Dean replied sarcastically. Hell he couldn't solve all the man's problems could he? (No but he could make the world a better place for him. Don't you agree?)

"Candles are a fire hazard in a studio Dean." Cas deadpanned back. If Dean was going to be sarcastic he would respond in an appropriate manor.

"Okay fine." Dean replied exasperated with the man.

"What do you do to relax?" Castiel asked, trying to find something that he may be able to use to try and find his inspiration.

"Watch TV mostly." Dean replied with a shrug that Cas couldn't see and involuntary turned towards his TV.

"I don't have a TV Dean." Castiel sighed. That was not going to work.

"Well sometimes I hum." Dean admitted in a quiet voice, hoping that if he said it quietly enough Cas wouldn't hear.

"You hum? What?" Castiel responded immediately jumping on the idea.

"Umm Metallica mainly." Dean replied cringing slightly, he was pretty sure he knew where this was going.

"Do it Dean …please." Yeap Dean defiantly knew that was coming, but being Dean talking to Cas he just couldn't say no.

"Okay dude but this goes no further okay." (Don't worry your secret is save with us too Dean. Or perhaps not as I am writing it down in this tale. Hmm now that's an interesting conundrum.)

"I promise I will tell no one." Castiel replied, a smile already forming on his lips in anticipation.

"Okay here goes…" and with that Dean started humming some kind of monster by Metallica. And Castiel closed his eyes listening. The sound of Dean's humming flowed though his body and he found himself relaxing and finding some kind of peace. With that he snapped open his eyes and grabbed his paint brush without saying a word. He needed to capture this feeling and to do so he needed Dean to keep humming.

Now while Cas has been furiously painting and Dean has been busy being his inspiration Sam has been running round trying to sort out his latest cunning idea to get Cas and Dean together. Though for this one he decided to do it without Gabriel. (which I have to say Sammy is frankly not a good idea. As all those reading will soon see why.) Sam had heard about a local artist called Castiel being debuted at the fancy gallery in the city. And so he had spent the last week and a half trying to get hold of three tickets to the opening event under the assumption that Cas would be there. (Bless you Sam.) But he couldn't get hold of them for love nor money. And rather than speak to his brother about this he decided to rant at Jess. Who sat there patiently before suggesting he call Dean. (You see unlike Sam Jess knew exactly what was going on.)

So when Sam called him and mentioned the art show Dean's response was "yeah I know. You want to come? I have two spare tickets if you do."

Which caused Sam to get rather annoyed. (Though he kept it in until he had accepted the tickets and hung up the phone.)

"I can't believe Dean got three tickets. Do you know how hard it is to get hold of one damn ticket and he got three. Three! How the hell did my brother get them?" Jess allowed him to continue on in this vein until all his anger and frustration had escaped and then she filled him in on everything that had been happening. (Now Sam I believe you and I need to have a little chat. You see even Jess, no offense, is aware that everyone now knows Dean is Carver Edmund. So I think we need to practice you observations skill with respect to the life and times of Dean Winchester don't you?)