A/N: So this is my first fic in a loooonnnnnggggg time, please be kind. I've read a TON of amazing Destiel fics on here and they've helped to inspire this AU fic! The setting is in RL Lawrence, KS. If you happen to be like me and know of the actual city, I will do my best to give a realistic view of it through this fic. I also have to say I'm surprised I haven't found a fic that has Castiel as a priest (yet anyway). I have him following a close to Catholic style faith. I do not intend to insult anyone with any of my references to this faith. Remember, it's an AU, for all we know this could be how things roll in this universe :p. Anyway, please R&R, I'd love to hear from you!

Disclaimer: I do not own SPN.

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How can it possibly be this hot so early into summer? Dean thought to himself as he re-angled his elbows deep into an old Toyota truck. Even though the garage had three shop fans going on full blast, sweat still trickled down his forehead and into his eyes. Dean groaned at the brief thought of just how hot it would be in the next few months when summer was fully upon Lawrence, Kansas.

Dean stepped back and shut the hood on the truck, blowing a huff of air out as he reached for his handkerchief and wiped at his forehead. He moved to driver's seat where he had set the customer's keys and turned the ignition over. The truck roared to life after a few short sputters, causing a triumphant grin to crack across his face. It was small moments like this that Dean loved. He couldn't wait to see the customer's smile as they got their truck back good as new.

"You get that thing going I see." Bobby, the garage's owner, mumbled as he walked toward Dean, wiping the grease from his own hands with a shop rag. He had been doing the last oil change/maintenance check for the day.

Dean's cocky grin grew as he shut off the truck, "Did you doubt me, Bobby?"

Bobby 'hmphd' a reply and shook his head as he turned to the office, Dean catching him muttering something about him being an 'idjit'. Bobby had been a good friend of Dean's dad for as long as he could remember. After his dad passed, Bobby had filled in the missing portion in his and his brother Sam's lives. Hell, the boys always made sure to take him out to eat every father's day. Despite his gruff attitude, both boys knew that he loved them just as much as they loved him, if not more.

Bobby paused, turning back to Dean, "When's Sam getting to town again?"

"Not for a week still. Don't worry, I'll let Sammy know you're getting your panties in a bunch." Dean grinned after the man, following behind him. Sam was going to be headed home soon from Stanford for the summer. He would have a few online courses, but was looking forward to generally relaxing in his hometown. Not to mention that the instinctual need Dean had to visually be able to see his brother was alright would finally be quelled.

Bobby's familiar frown graced his face, "Boy, don't make me tan your hide." his hollow threat only made Dean chuckle in return.

After he clocked out Dean couldn't wait to get into the AC of his baby, a beautiful '67 Chevy Impala. It had been his dad's and Dean made sure to keep it in pristine condition. He quickly dove into the driver's seat, turned the car over, and fired up the AC to max, waiting to pull out of the parking lot until the air had become at least somewhat cool.

The garage was to the south east of Lawrence, thankfully a good distance from downtown so Dean didn't have to put up with much 5 o'clock traffic on his return to his apartment. So Dean was surprised to see a white van pulled over on the side of the road about a third of the way on his drive home. He instinctually slowed, scoping out the situation. He could see a figure leaned down by passenger's side of the van.

Dean slowed and pulled over a few yards ahead of the van. He groaned at himself some for being a good samaritan, it was depriving him of being in the comfort of his apartment with even better AC than his baby.

Dean waited for a few cars to fly on down the highway before he got out. When he turned to walk down the shoulder of the road he could see the figure clearer now. Oh wow, really? That outfit has got to be killing him in this heat… Dean thought to himself as he sized up the poor man in front of him.

The man was knelt down next to the apparent flat tire with a tire iron tucked under his arm as he massaged his hands. He wore black pants and long sleeve black shirt. The man ran a hand through his short black hair before aligning the tire iron against one of the lug nuts and starting to try and unscrew them.

"Sir, do you need any help?" Dean asked as he approached the stranger.

The man turned and Dean's breath caught. Not only was the guy insanely handsome, he had some of the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen in his life. Dean averted his eyes quickly so as not to be staring directly into them when he took in what exactly he was wearing.

Oh shit, he's a priest?!

Dean was not a religious man, but he inwardly thought to himself how sinful it was that no one else had stopped to help this poor guy yet.

The priest stood and sighed, "Well, I've been trying to get this tire off without any luck…" He looked back at Dean, locking those deep cerulean eyes on him again making his heart stutter, "I would greatly appreciate assistance."

Dean cleared his throat that had somehow gone dry on him, "W-well I'm glad I came across you, padre. Just so happens I work down at the garage back there. Tire's are no big for me." Dean nodded toward the direction of Bobby's garage.

The look of relief that fell over the man's features made Dean grin, "Oh thank the Lord!" The man moved back to allow Dean to walk over and take over. When Dean knelt in front of the tire, the man followed suit to his side. Dean tried to keep his nerves down as he watched him from the corner of his eye. He was transfixed on Dean's hands as they gripped the tire iron.

"What's your name?" The man suddenly asked, startling Dean a bit as he strained against the tire iron.

"Dean…You?" he replied through gritted teeth. The lug nut finally moved and Dean began to unscrew it.

"My name is Castiel." The priest took a brief moment to wipe his hand on his slacks before offering it to Dean. Dean turned to look up at those intense eyes again, smiling despite his nerves as he shook the man's hand.

"Well, padre, one lug nut down, three to go." Dean said, taking the first lug nut out and setting it to the side.

He heard Castiel give a short cough, "Well, not quite." Dean turned to see Castiel lightly tapping at the collar of his shirt, where Dean now noticed that there was not the usual white collar. "For now I'm simply a shepherd looking for a flock of my own."

Dean nodded, mentally biting back a joke along the lines of women flocking to him, Castiel being ridiculously good looking and all, but he knew that that might just be slightly distasteful. Dean noted that on the side of the van in gold letters it read 'St. Matthew's Church' along with an address that had become too faded to quite make out, but Dean thought it read somewhere in Virginia. "But what about St. Matthew's?" Dean asked as he worked the next lug nut out.

"That was where I graduated from. I still need to find an ordinary bishop."

Dean's quizzical look made Castiel smile at him, Dean wishing he hadn't done that since it only made his hands sweatier as they worked the tire iron.

"As in a bishop who can ordain me."

"O-oh! I gotcha. For a minute there I thought you meant that most bishops weren't normal." Dean chuckled, finally getting the last lug nut off.

Castiel scooted closer to Dean to aid in lifting the tire off the axel, "Well, in my experience…" Castiel laughed.

Damn, even a great laugh…Dean mentally mused as they finished swapping tires. He did his best to avoid being blinded by the bright smile Castiel gave once they both stood up and gazed at the new tire. Castiel turned to him and placed a hand on his left shoulder, "Thank you so much, Dean. If you wouldn't have come along I would still be out in this terrible heat."

Dean gazed over at the setting sun and took in the heat that seemed to be magnified about this time of day, "Speaking of, I know a great place to cool off just up the road. It's called the Roadhouse, best burgers this side of the state. You could follow me." He scuffed his boot on the gravel, trying his damndest to act nonchalant.

"Thank you, Dean. I could use a break from this." Castiel nodded, waving a hand in reference to the weather. He moved to return to the driver's side of his van.

As Dean walked back to his Impala he took a deep breath. Damn, today is turning out to be great he thought as he got in and took off toward the Roadhouse.