I found this prompt on Pinterest and thought 'Hey, I bet I could write this.' And yes, the title is based on the Friends episode where Joey finds out Monica and Chandler are together. I have no idea how long this fic is going to be. I'm planning on five to seven chapters, but we'll see how that goes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy what I have and I hope you R&R!


This was a new experience for Castiel, being human. It was more permanent than last time, during the apocalypse, and now he didn't feel as useless. Now he was happier, he felt like he belonged with Sam and Dean in the bunker. He knew what it was like to feel. He knew how it felt to love. He also knew how to keep it a secret. At least he thought so.

Him, Sam, and Dean were sitting in the library reading up on some lore about a creature they were hunting. Castiel couldn't exactly place the time when he stopped looking down at his book and started staring at Dean. Dean's focus was down on the book, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth and trying to figure out what the hell it was that they were hunting.

Castiel smiled softly to himself, still looking at Dean.

After Metatron stole his grace and cast him and all the other angels from Heaven, he felt so helpless. Every angel cast down to Earth wanted him dead, hell, Bartholomew hired a reaper to torture and kill him. Before she could plunge his angel blade into Castiel's chest, however, Sam and Dean broke in through the door and saved his life.

Now, as they lived together in the bunker, despite the fact that they were hunted and in danger, Castiel found himself falling more and more in love with the man seated next to him reading up on ancient Greek mythology.

Sam glanced up briefly from his book and rubbed his eyes. He caught sight of the dopey look Castiel had on his face. He followed Castiel's gaze to his brother. Sam's eyebrows shot up and he covered his mouth swiftly.

Castiel looked at Sam and the dopey expression escaped his face.

"Sam, I need to talk to you in the kitchen." Castiel stood up quickly and made his way around the table to Sam.

"Oh my-" Castiel hoisted Sam up by his armpits and drug him in the direction of the kitchen.

"I think it's about time we figure out what we want for dinner tonight-"

"Oh my God-" Sam's eyes snapped back and forth between Dean and the ex-angel. Castiel forced Sam into the kitchen and closed the door.

Dean looked quizzically at them for a moment before shrugging and turning his attention back down to the book. "As long as they don't make me eat rabbit food, I'm good," Dean mumbled to himself as he flipped the page.


"Oh my God! Cas!"

"Sam! Shut up!" Castiel hissed, "You don't need to make a big deal out of this."

'But it is a big deal! I saw that dopey look you gave Dean!" Despite Sam's freaked out tone, his face vibrated with happiness. "You love him, don't you?"

Castiel pursed his lips. What Sam said was true and his mind wandered back to what Hester said all those years ago; he was lost the moment he found Dean in hell.

If possible, Sam's grin grew. "You do. You so do!" He cackled loudly and Castiel felt his face burn.

"I said it's not that big of a deal," Castiel said timidly.

"Actually, I beg to differ," Sam said, hoisting himself up onto one of the counter tops. "Dean is the first human or possibly being for that matter that you've actually had feelings for, right?" Castiel nodded. "So, in that sense, Dean's like your first crush."

"Yes, but unfortunately for me, that 'crush' is not reciprocated," Castiel retorts.

"Again, I beg to differ," Sam smirks knowingly. Castiel tilts his head in confusion. "Have you noticed, that ever since he got back from purgatory, he hasn't been with a woman, hell, he's barely been to a strip club."

"That's not-"

"Let me ask you this: When was the last time you've seen Dean with a woman?"

"Well, the last woman I remember him being with was Lydia, the Amazon," Castiel said, realization dawning on him.

"That was before you guys got trapped in purgatory."

Castiel nodded, but doubt clouded over. "That doesn't mean he's interested in me," Castiel said.

"But it might."

"Sam, I can't fill myself with false hope. I've heard humans talk about getting their 'hearts broken,' and, from what I've learned by watching Friends, it doesn't look like a good thing."

Sam's expression softened and he hopped down from the counter top. "Trust me, dude, it's not. Heartbreak sucks. But you know Dean just about as well as I do and you know how he buries his feelings. He could very well be crazy about you, but not be showing it."

"And he also knows me." Castiel narrowed his eyes, "He knows me as the angel who made so many mistakes, he's messed up not only the world, but his home and his family. He knows me as the angel who breaks things. He knows me as the angel who trusts the wrong people because he thinks he can fix things." Castiel can feel angry tears burning at the back of his eyes, but he ignored it. "I break things, Sam. I break everything I touch. If I'm being honest, I'm surprised you two let me come back here to live with you. I'm hunted by every angel who was cast from their homes. Several have found me and tried killing me."

Sam pulled Cas into a hug and pats his back. "Trust me, man, Dean would be devastated if you decided not to live with us." He pulls away and looks Castiel in the eyes. "I can't say for sure that he loves you like you love him, but he does love you. You're our family and we won't let anything happen to you. And hey, do you know how many mistakes I've made? I binged demon blood, I set Lucifer free, I said yes to Lucifer, I refused to get my soul back. Those are only to name a few. You're not the only one who's made mistakes here, Cas."

Castiel smiled softly and glanced down at the floor. "We should probably get back in the library," He said. "Don't breathe a word of this conversation to Dean."

"I won't, I won't," Sam chuckled. "I promise you."


Dean glanced up at the two as they came from the kitchen. "So, what did we decide on for supper?" He asked, taking a pull from his beer and making a face because it was warm.

"Uh, burgers," Sam said quickly.

Dean creased his brow. "We had burgers yesterday."

Sam's face turned red and Castiel rolled his eyes.

"You know what? Let's just order Chinese. I'm in the mood for some egg rolls."

Dean stood up to dial the phone and Castiel shot Sam a look. "Burgers? Seriously?"

"Sorry!" Sam held up his hands. "I forgot that we had burgers last night."