A/N: Editing? I don't know her.

Getting the phone was quicker than Castiel had thought it would be, but it still took awhile. He kept turning back to look out the large glass windows at the front, seeing Dean parked outside. By the time Castiel did have his phone and was already putting Meg's number in his contacts, Dean was pretending to use the steering wheel as a drum, his hands holding imaginary drumsticks. He mouth was moving, head rocking in time with whatever music he was listening to. And then, of all things, Dean Winchester, rock star, musical god and genius, started playing air guitar.

Castiel was inclined to just stand there and watch all day. Dean didn't know he was watching, and assumed no one else was. It was just him, and the music, and his car, and he was… well, he was being himself.

This was who Dean Winchester was, Castiel realized. He was a music-lover, a dork, someone with a lot of energy, and just wanted to have fun. And it was sincere, sweet, even. The Dean Winchester that Castiel saw now was the Dean Winchester he realized he liked.

Though, he knew he had to ruin the moment. It couldn't last forever.

A wistful sigh left Castiel as he made his way back over to the Impala.

Dean straightened, and immediately paused upon Castiel opening the door. He turned down the music.

"Everything work out?"

Castiel held up his new phone in answer.

"Good. Now let's go take care of your car." Dean sucked on his bottom lip, seeming pleased with himself. "We are getting shit done!" he announced.

Yes, Castiel's assessment of Dean being a dork seemed possibly correct here too.

As Dean pulled away from the curb, Castiel called Meg. To his relief, she answered.

"Hey, Meg, sorry, I had to get a new phone."

"Still doesn't explain why you're not here."

"Uh… the guy I was, uh…" Castiel trailed off, glancing at Dean. Could he say he'd been with him? Would it sound like he'd been with him with him? "The guy I was with last night, he wanted to drive me around for a bit."

Meg sighed. "Cas, this is why I can't let you out of my sight. You're like a lost puppy."

"Puppies are cute," he reasoned.

"To a point. Sometimes their stupidity gets tiring."

Castiel frowned, hurt. "Meg, I'm sorry, I just… I don't know, I don't want to miss this opportunity. And, me and you had fun at the concert last night, right?"

Silence.

"Right?" Castiel repeated.

"Yeah, we did. I just don't like this situation, Cas."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what to tell you."

"Why can't you guys swing by and pick me up?"

Castiel's face went slack, and he turned to Dean.

Unsure of what to say, totally startled, Castiel's next words came out without a though, "Let me put you on hold."

He muted the phone, and then turned to Dean.

"Oh shit, what's that look mean?" Dean asked.

"Meg wants to join us. She feels left out."

Dean shook his head immediately, body rigid. "No," he responded adamantly. "Just you is bad enough. The fewer people know about this, the better."

"Then what do I tell her?"

"I don't know, she's your friend."

"Who's upset because of this mess I got into with you."

"Then…" Dean sighed. "Tell her you'll be back after you get your car fixed. We don't…" Disappointment welled up in Dean's eyes. "We don't have to do lunch."

Castiel looked at him, heart pounding too powerfully. The look on Dean's face, the utter disappointment, the resignation… Castiel hated that he was the reason for it.

"Maybe we can go out tomorrow," he reasoned.

"I'm out of here by tomorrow," Dean answered.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Heavy silence fell, and it was soon punctuated by Meg calling to Castiel through the phone. He took one last look at Dean, at the way he was so clearly avoiding looking at him, and he unmuted.

"I have to get my car fixed, which shouldn't take too long, and then I'll make it back to you."

"Soon?"

"Yeah, soon." Another glance at Dean. His jaw was clenched so tightly Castiel wasn't sure how his teeth weren't cracking. I did this, he thought. Yet, someone else's emotions didn't have to be his responsibility. Castiel had to take care of himself too. And Dean was… Dean was Dean. This entire meeting had been unprecedented, and probably just a fluke in the workings of the universe. It wasn't ever going to be something that could last. So the fact that it was ending before it really began, it should've been a relief. This way, it didn't have to hurt so much.

But it did hurt.

For some reason there was this painful tugging in his chest, as if it was begging him for what could've been. Castiel didn't even know what that was, what they even were now. Still, that didn't stop it from hurt, any of it.

"Miss you, Meg," Castiel eventually said. "See you soon."

She said her goodbye, and hung up. Castiel put his phone in his pocket, and avoided looking at Dean. The rumbling of the Impala's engine was too loud in the silence.