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It was Thursday afternoon and Castiel had decided that what he needed to do was inform Dean of his mistake and that Gabriel wouldn't be going on a date with him. And then maybe he could persuade the guy to go out with him instead.

But he had yet to pick up the phone to call him.

He just wasn't sure what he would say. Getting into his car, a frown on his face he turned the key to hear a strange stuttering sound coming from the engine. Now normally he would drive over to the hanger and fix it himself, cars aren't that much different to planes after all. But this time he didn't. He sat there thinking. Because he happened to know a mechanic, and said mechanic also just happened to be the person he most wanted to talk to right now. With that in his head and the thought that it would probably be better if he spoke to Dean in person he drove his car slowly to Winchesters auto-repair shop.

Dean was working in the garage that afternoon when he heard a sick car approach. Walking outside he found himself staring at the car as it pulled into the parking lot. It was a car he had seen regularly at the air field. His eyes moved from its hood to its driver as it pulled to a stop only for his stare to meet the blue eyes of Castiel. Now Dean had had a call from Gabriel yesterday informing of what he had told his brother and as such Dean had been waiting impatiently for the call from Cas asking him if he wanted to go for a drink with him instead. It still hadn't come. But now, here in his garage was the guy himself. Maybe Dean could get the conversation on to the idea of them going on a date while he looked over the car. With that in mind he approached Cas with a massive smile on his face.

The first person Castiel saw as he brought the car into the parking lot of the garage was Dean and he let out a sigh of relief. It had crossed his mind on the drive over that maybe Dean wouldn't be there today, but there he was. His overalls tied around his waist and a tight black tee which accentuated his chest, making Castiel almost forget why he was there. And then he smiled. Dean smiled and it seemed as if the world became that much brighter. And Castiel was seriously getting worried with himself. He was either falling hard for this guy, or going completely nuts. He wasn't sure which he would prefer he thought, when he realised that Dean still thought he was going on a date with Gabriel the next evening. That was probably what the smile was about. That he was glad that he, Castiel, had got him back with his brother. Great, bloody fan-freaking-tastic. Castiel was about to break the heart of the guy he really liked. There was no way Dean would date him after he did that.

"How can I help?" Dean asked as soon as Cas was out of the car. He had made his way round to the driver's side and was now standing close to the other man, probably too close, but neither of them noticed.

"My cars making a funny noise." Castiel replied staring into those luscious green eyes. Of course as soon as the words were out of his mouth he could have smacked himself. How in the hell could he sound so freaking idiotic?

"I noticed." Dean replied humour lacing his tone at Cas' words. Not that he moved to take a look at the engine or anything, his eyes were busy staring at Cas right now.

"I was hoping you could fix it." Castiel continued staring at Dean. He was so close he could easily close the distance and place his lips on Deans. No, he had to do this right. With that thought Castiel moved away from Dean and moved his eyes to his car.

"Sure, pop the hood." Dean replied turning his eyes to the car when Cas did. He wasn't sure what else to say. He had noticed when Cas had moved just how close they had been standing.

With that Castiel did as Dean had asked and when the mechanic bent over the engine Castiel couldn't stop his eyes from traveling to his ass. It was so fine. With a shake of his head he moved so he was leaning back against the car next to Dean and rested his hands behind him.

"So what do you think?" He asked after Dean had had a while to look.

Dean meanwhile had been thinking about a lot of things. Not one of them had anything to do with the car in front of him of course, they had everything to do with the guy standing next to him though. Damn did he have to smell so good? And those hands were sculptured perfection.

"Umm, looks like the spark plugs need replacing." Dean finally replied pulling himself out from under the hood. And wiping his hands on a rag from his pocket.

"Can you do that now?" Castiel asked, he hoped Dean said yes, then he would have time to talk to the guy, explain everything. And ask him out. Though now he had seen him he really wasn't sure he could do it. Break Dean's heart.

"Sure. Bring it in." Dean replied gesturing to the garage and when Cas went and got back into the car Dean let out a deep breath. He had to work out how to get this conversation onto the possibility of them.

Castiel went and got back into his car and drove where Dean had pointed. Looking round he saw that they were the only ones in the place. That was good, he didn't want to have the conversation they needed to have with an audience. Though when he got out of his car all thoughts of telling Dean about his mistake with him and Gabriel went out the window as he heard Danger Zone playing on the radio.

"Good song." He said smiling at Dean.

"Yeah, one of the best." Dean replied. And that was it, Dean and Castiel fell into an easy conversation about decent music and radio stations, which quickly led into a one about concerts and from there stories of their lives. In fact they talked and laughed none stop while Dean fixed the car.

Before either of them knew it the car was fixed and neither of them had said anything of consequence to the other. As he was paying Castiel opened his mouth to speak, but seeing the hope in Dean's eyes he shut it and thanked him before leaving.

Leaving Dean still believing he was going on a date with Gabriel the following evening.

And Dean, well he watched Cas drive off in his car with a sense of depression. Castiel hadn't asked him out, or said anything about the next evening. With a sigh he closed up the garage. He had though that Cas liked him as well. Hell, even Gabriel had thought that. They couldn't be both wrong, could they?

That night Castiel found himself in that British bar once more, he had been walking and found himself outside The Roadhouse, but he wouldn't go in there, he might see Dean. So instead he had come here. He sat down heavily on a stool and once more ordered a Glencraig whiskey, only for that British voice to speak again.

"Back again, are we kitten?" Crowley asked with a smirk from what looked like his permeant position at the bar. He was once again wearing that black suit and red tie. What was it with this guy?

"Yes." Castiel snapped at him. He did not want to share pleasantries or even thinly vailed threats right now thank you very much.

"Why this time?" Crowley asked in a friendly voice turning on his stool so he was facing Castiel and gesturing to the bar man to leave them the bottle.

"Because I screwed up." Castiel replied draining his glass only to have Crowley refill it once more. Even if he did shake his head at Castiel's treatment of the whiskey.

"Tell me about it." Crowley said in that honeyed voice of his. He was happy to listen to Castiel's problems all night if needs be. It gave him something to do after all.

And so Castiel did just that. He told Crowley everything that had happened starting with Dean's arrival in the office up to how he had left him at the garage that afternoon. And Crowley, being the highly perceptive person he was, was pretty sure that Castiel's brother had been playing him. Trying to get him with Dean. But he won't out the plan, listening to the boy beside him he understood why his brother had done it. He did need someone in his life, and this Dean sounded like just the thing. Therefore at the end of Castiel's tale he had only one piece of advice.

"Well your solution is clear kitten. Don't tell him. Make up some excuse as to why your brother can't make the date and invite yourself along instead. Then persuade him that it's you he wants not your brother." Crowley said as if it was obvious. He then placed a stack of bills on the bar and with a wave walked stately out of the door, leaving Castiel looking into his half empty glass as he thought over his words. Draining it as he came to a decision.

That plan was low and conniving… but it could also work.