Good morning/afternoon/evening/day/night/summer/winter (I think that covers everything). I hope you are all doing well my lovelies. I would like to thank nerdchick394 for another fabulous review. So anyway here we go let's get this show rocking (to Louden Swain).

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.


Later that evening Castiel was stilling painting happily and humming Metallica quietly to himself (wonder where he got that from?) when his phone yet again rang.

"Yes?" he asked as way of greeting, thinking that maybe it was Dean again. (Is that thinking or hoping Cas?)

"Hello Cassie darling." Said an accented voice down the line causing Castiel to roll his eyes. He should never have answered his phone.

"Balthazar. What do you want?" He asked grumpily. It seemed as if his good mood on the phone was very much dependant on who was on the other end.

"Now it that anyway to greet your favourite cousin?" Balthazar replied amused at Cas' sudden change in mood.

"You are not my favourite cousin I prefer your sister." Castiel replied putting down his brush and glowering.

"Oh please I am so much better than Anna." Balthazar said dismissively, his sister was a goodie-to-shoes in his opinion.

"No you're not. Now what do you want? I'm working." Castiel replied shortly, fed up with the conversation and wanting to get it over with.

"Good." Balthazar responded. You could almost hear him rubbing his hands together and the dollar signs appearing in his eyes.

"Why?" Castiel asked warily he didn't like Balthazar's tone.

"Because this evening I sold eight of your paintings and I was hoping that you could do me some more my dear. Seems people like your work Cassie. You're going to be a hit you know." Balthazar answered as if he was giving him a massive treat

"I don't care Balthazar." Castiel replied rolling his eyes. He knew that it wasn't him his cousin was thinking of making it big but rather Balthazar himself riding his coat tails. "But yes I can do you some more paintings, but on my time scale this time. I do have to do other things to do." He finished mysteriously. Not that he was going to tell Balthazar what they were.

"Oh yes? Like that gorgeous author or yours?" Balthazar replied with disbelieve and a smirk at the thought of his cousin ever actually doing anything about his feelings for Dean.

"Like sleep." Castiel said dryly before continuing in a nonchalant fashion (he was much better at pulling of nonchalance that Dean.) "Which paintings did you sell?"

"The Drowning Man, Joy, Acceptance, The Musicians, The Observer, The Heart, The Secret Writer and" here Balthazar added a dramatic pause (gotta love the melodrama) before continuing. "Bees."

Castiel closed his eyes. If Balthazar sold Bees that meant Dean had brought it as he was the only one Cas would have allowed to do so, did that mean what he thought it did? (Yes.) Did Dean like the man he saw in it? (Yes!) Would Dean like him if they really meant? (YES!)

"Okay. I can probably have three more paintings for you by the end of the week." Castiel replied hanging up and mentally organising his week. He had decided it was time to make plans.


The next afternoon (oh look its Tuesday again) found Dean in the bar doing the ordering, though Ellen would check it again change it later. She always did. (Bless him. He was a great writer but he really didn't know much about running a bar.) When a delivery guy walked in.

"Two crates for Dean Winchester." He said to Ellen who was behind the bar. She pointed to Dean whose head had come up and the delivery guy walked over to get a signature for the two crates from Balthazar's gallery.

Dean looked down at the crates and wondered if he would get away with taking them upstairs to open but the ever present Bobby, didn't he have somewhere else to be? Like his garage? Dean thought (obviously not Dean. He has very good staff who do that for him and it was lunch time). Anyway the ever present Bobby appeared at his side with the crow bar and gave Dean an expectant look.

"What ya waiting for boy?" he asked gruffly.

"Well I…" Dean started but wasn't sure how to finish.

"Don't worry Dean we're the only ones here. And anyway I'm sure that everyone last night would have seen you paintings." Ellen replied leaning on the bar. She was intrigued to see what Dean had brought from the show. She had gone along early this morning to see them and had been amazed at the beauty of the paintings especially the one called Birds which depicted Dean to a tea. There had been two spaces though, with just titles, The Secret Writer and Bees, and she had wondered where they had gone. Guess she knew now.

Dean nodded and pulled the smaller crate onto the bar, opening it to reveal The Secret Writer and taking it out to show Bobby and Ellen.

Bobby narrowed his eyes to look at it. He could see who each person in the picture represented and he knew it was cleverly done but he wasn't sure why Dean had brought it. To him it seemed that the writer was on the outside looking in rather than being part of the scene and he wondered briefly if that was how Dean truly felt when he had kept his secret.

Ellen on the other hand interpreted it differently. She saw the group of people all standing around writer, and saw that as him being the centre of the family. The one pulling them all together. And she thought with a smile was the definition of Dean.

Dean put the painting down and then pulled the larger crate up, hoping that they liked it. As he opened it and pulled it out he saw more of the intricate detail with which it was painted. It still took his breath away even without Birds next to it, it still didn't lose its effect.

Bobby saw the new painting and raised his eyes brows. Unlike his wife he hadn't snuck of to the gallery this morning and so, not completely getting the concept, he wondered why Dean had brought a picture of a stranger made up entirely of bees.

When Ellen saw it her mind went blank and a lump formed in her throat. Before she could think to stop herself she whispered in awe "it looks just like him." Making Dean turn to her and stare.

Did Ellen just say what he thought she had? "It looks just like who Ellen?" Dean asked in a very even voice. (Oops Ellen, time to come clean me thinks.)

Ellen winced when she heard that tone and trying to smile apologetically as she replied "Castiel."

"And how do you know what Castiel looks like Ellen?" Dean asked carefully putting the painting down. He had a horrible thought that maybe he had been in and Dean had missed him. Was that why he could paint his family so well? He had met them? But if so he obviously didn't want to meet Dean. These thoughts and worst whirled though Dean's head while he waited for Ellen to answer. (Don't worry Dean. Everything is all good.)

"Gabriel showed me his picture." Ellen finally said deciding it was time that Dean learnt some of the truth and it was better coming from her than anyone else. (That's probably very true Ellen my dear.)

"Gabriel?" dean asked in shock. It couldn't be. Cas' brother couldn't know Ellen surely. (Oh yes Dean.)

"Yes Cas' brother. He came in here when the boy king was delivered and came back the following Tuesday when you had the night off. We got talking and then I introduced him to Sam and….well he showed me a picture of his family." She finished lamely. She wasn't going to tell him that Sam and Gabriel had been plotting to get him and Cas together. Not until it worked at any rate. She knew Dean, he would oppose them just to be stubborn.

"Oh okay." Dean said and still reeling from the fact that Gabriel had been in his bar he turned back to the painting that Ellen said looked just like Cas.

Damn it, what was he going to do now? He had to work out a way to meet the guy he was crushing on. (And I for one can't wait.)