Hello again. I just couldn't stay away, or go to bed, whichever you prefer. I would like to thankTie-Dyed Broadway, rainystv and Little Cinch for the lovely reviews. I would also like to thank those of you who have favoured and followed this story this my last update. I love you all.

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Castiel sat there for two hours, staring at that god damn brown envelope without opening it. When he realised what he was doing he decided it was time to leave. He was not going to look at what his brother had oh-so-generously given him. With that he grabbed his jacket and left his apartment. Walking aimlessly down the sidewalk. Or many be not so aimlessly, he thought as he found himself once again outside that British bar, with the man who kept giving him advice. He still wasn't sure if he should class the guy as wise or freaking delusional and crazy. But either way, a good glass whiskey, or ten, wouldn't go amiss right now. With that Castiel pushed open the door to find as he cased the room that yes, Crowley was sitting in his usual stool at the bar. Whiskey glass in front of him. Making his way to the bar Castiel pulled himself up to a stool next to the dapper British man. Signalling the barman he ordered a bottle of whiskey and turned to Crowley to find the other man looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"This could take some time." He growled at him making Crowley smile.

"As you wish kitten. But I'll pay." Crowley replied placing the money down for the barman before he turned back to Castiel.

"So, tell me your secrets, your wishes and your dreams. Talking costs nothing after all."

And Castiel, who was so desperate to talk to someone he didn't even see the slight predatory look in the other man's eyes as he filled up both there glasses, did just that. Telling Crowley everything he had discovered and everything that had happened because of it.

At the end of his tale, both he and Crowley took a long drink of the whiskey in there glass. The whiskey in the bottle had depleted rather rapidly during the explanation, and Crowley had seemed to drink most of it. Listening did that.

"Well Gabriel Novak-" Crowley started to say but Castiel interrupted him. He wasn't that drunk that he didn't know what he had said. After discovering what a public figure his brother was he knew that he would never give his brother's name in relation to this tale.

"I never told you my last name." he growled at the man next to him narrowing his eyes. Just who was this Crowley?

"Oops." Crowley replied with a casual shrug, taking a drink of whiskey so he could think over what to say next.

"Who are you and how do you know my brother?" Castiel asked even more suspicious now. He knew that rich people attracted attention. Was this guy some sort of reporter who would publish all he had said?

"You know who I am kitten. And as for your brother? Let's just say we're… acquaintances. In our world friend are few and far between after all." Crowley responded and then just looked at Castiel waited for his judgement.

Castiel looked at the man and analysed his words. He remembered how the man had reminded him of his brother. So yes he could easily put this man in the same category as Gabriel, a business man. Not that excused what he had done at all.

"You used me. To get recon on Gabriel." he growled at his drinking partner pulling the bottle towards him though he knew it was far too late. He had told this man much more that Gabriel's competitor should ever know. He had given him the ammunition to annihilate his brother, and he suddenly realised that while theoretically that may have been what he wanted a few hours ago, he didn't want that now.

"While yes, that may well have been my purpose at the start. Now I'm not so sure." Crowley replied with a frown. He didn't even understand his own mind sometimes.

"What do you mean?" Castiel cautiously. He did not trust this man anymore.

"I may not be your brother's best friend but I will say this for the man. He always fights an honest battle. And he always does what he believes is right. Whether anyone else agrees with him, is a question up for debate." Crowley said in lieu of answer as he took another sip of the whiskey in his glass.

"Are you saying I should give him another chance?" Castiel asked his mind going crazy trying to work out this guy's angle, while having drank far too much.

"I'm saying that I like an even playing field. At present your brother is playing handicapped." Crowley replied with a frown. He couldn't believe he was even thinking what he was saying, let alone actually saying it.

"I don't understand." Castiel replied even more confused.

"Oh come on kitten. You and I know that this isn't all about your brother and Dean right?" Crowley answered. It was obvious to him. Surely at least one of those involved saw the truth, right?

"It's not?" Castiel asked, still extremely confused, but hoping that if he discovered Crowley's angle he would be able to save his brother.

"No Castiel, it's not. You have spent the last 15 years living under the rule of don't ask, don't tell. Yes I know exactly who you are and what you have done. Tell me, have you ever actually had a relationships before?" at that Castiel just glared at the man, how dare he question him about that.

"I thought not. If this was just about the lying then yes you would be pissed, but you wouldn't be running. That is the sign of someone afraid of commitment." Crowley finished with a gusto as he downed the whiskey in his glass.

"You have no idea what you're talking about." Castiel growled standing ready to walk out on this idiotic man.

"Don't I? Are you sure of that Castiel Novak? I was right about family. They really are the most important thing. But it doesn't matter what I say does it. What matters is what is in your heart. Do you really want to see Dean go off with someone else? Because he is a man ripe for the picking from what you have told me." Crowley replied with a smirk on his face making Castiel move closer so he was in the other man's personal space. Not that that seemed to effect either of them.

"You stay away from him." He said in the low voice he had picked up from his brother. But it seemed it had as little effect on this man as it would have had on Gabriel himself.

"Make me kitten. Make me." Crowley answer with a laugh causing Castiel to turn and storm out of the bar leaving Crowley with the rest of the bottle of whiskey. Castiel did not need this shit right now.