Hello my lovelies. I would like to thank Tie-Dyed Broadway, Little Cinch and rainystv for the lovely reviews. I would also like to thank those of you who have followed and favoured since my last update.

To answer a question the name of this story didn't technically come from the song by Frank Sinatra, but it kinda did. It was what came to my mind when I came up with the plot idea and sort of stuck, I couldn't think of anything else more appropriate (Just like my latest story Take a Chance on Me I kinda stole from Abba). Though I should say I don't seem to be able to read the title without sining it, even if it's the only line of the song I know.

Anyway here's the next chapter, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Gabriel was sitting in his office looking out over the view he had of the town. Though he didn't see it. He was trying to think of what he could do to keep Castiel here. Sam had relaid what his brother had told him about having another job and leaving to two weeks and Gabriel's first response was to find out who had hired Castiel and get them to change their mind. But he didn't do it. He was learning, slowly but still learning, that he really shouldn't meddle in his brothers life. He just wished he could do something to make it all better again. Make it how it was before it had all blown up in all their faces.

Just then there was a knock on his door which confused him. Everyone else had long gone home. Looking up he found the last person in the world he wanted to see standing in his doorway.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He growled in exasperation at his visitor, who took that as an invitation to come in and sit down, placing a half finished bottle of whiskey on Gabriel's desk and looking at him expectantly. Gabriel sat there and stared back before rolling his eyes and going to get two glasses and slamming them down by the bottle without another word.

"How welcoming. While it may be true we're not exactly friends, I have recently become your brothers confidant." Crowley replied dryly pouring them both a glass and offering one to Gabriel who was looking at him in shock.

"What?" Gabriel asked automatically taking the glass from the other man.

"I know, I'm as surprised as you, believe me." Crowley answered sitting back and taking a sip of his whiskey.

"What do you want?" Gabriel asked with a sigh. No doubt Crowley had an angle here. He always did, Gabriel should know, he'd known the guy for years after all.

"Surprisingly to help you." Crowley replied with a look of disbelief at his own words on his face.

"Why?" Gabriel asked his eyebrows raising in shock. That was not a sentence he ever expected the other man to utter.

"I like to play it clean Gabriel. you of all people know that." Crowley answered straight. To was the truth, though why he felt the need to get involved in this he still hadn't figured out.

"So?" Gabriel asked cautiously, what was Crowley getting at here?

"So, apologise to your brother. It is the only way you will make it up to him." Crowley replied with a roll of his eyes. Was he the only one who could see that?

"And Dean?" Gabriel asked leaning back and enjoying his whiskey and this strange circumstance of Crowley giving him advice. Whether he took it or not was a different matter. He did not apologise after all.

"That is a problem you can't resolve. Castiel is scared of commitment, but you knew that already. Hence the subterfuge." Crowley answered, telling Gabriel what he really already knew. There was nothing he could do to fix Castiel and Dean, he just wished there was.

"True." He finally replied with a sigh his eyes returning to the view.

"Well I've said my piece, as of tomorrow, its back to business as usual." Crowley said standing placing his glass on the desk.

"Agreed." Gabriel nodded at the other man and watched him walk out of his office. Looking at his desk he noticed that Crowley had left him the whiskey, how thoughtful. He had a lot to think about it seemed.

Castiel returned to his apartment. He couldn't believe how stupid he was to have told a complete stranger his family business. God knows what Crowley would do with it, even if he said he would do nothing Castiel did not trust him. And then there was his very thinly veiled threat that he would go after Dean. Castiel wouldn't let him anywhere near his man. But what could he do about it really? He was leaving in two weeks to go and fly pretentious pricks, just like Crowley, round the frigging country. Oh god, what was he doing?

It was at that point he reached his couch and fell onto it. In the process of doing so his eyes caught sight of the brown envelope still on his coffee table where Sam had left it. He contemplated it for a few minutes before, with a heavy sigh, he gave in and picked it up. Opening it he read through all his brother had given him. It was there for the taking, the question was, could he do it? Because taking this would not just be him taking the business, but it would be him showing Gabriel he had forgiven him, and Castiel was definitely not there yet. He wasn't sure if he would ever be there.

Running his fingers over the papers he let his mind turn back to the thing that filled his thoughts it seemed. Dean. Was he really running away because he was scared of commitment? He really did like the guy, and if Sam was correct, Dean really liked him too. So what was the problem other than Castiel couldn't trust him? Was there one? A relationship needed trust in his mind. Without concious thought all the words told to him by Dean, Gabriel, Sam and Crowley about him and Dean rose in his mind. It seemed his brother had thought as Crowley did, that he would run from anything serious. Where they right?

And well, as for Dean, he knew his brother had the ability to get anyone to do anything if he put his mind to it. He remembered when Gabriel had asked Dean out for there second date and Dean had looked very much like he didn't want to go. Gabriel really had been the driving force, but still... Dean went along with it. Oh god, there was too much stuff going through his mind. He just wanted it to stop. With that he got up, leaving the papers on the table and decided to go to bed. Maybe a nights sleep would help him figure some of this craziness out.