Dean was grinning from ear to ear, tapping his hands to the beat of Ramble On on the steering wheel. He hadn't noticed how upbeat his own mood had turned ever since they talked with the Autmans in the bar.

But Sam had certainly noticed.

Since Sam had had a few beers, and Dean had only the two, Sam rode home with Dean in the Impala. It was easy enough to get Dean to drive him back to the bar to pick up his car in the morning for the meeting.

"Hey, uh… Not that there's anything wrong with it… But… were you flirting with Castiel back there?" Sam questioned skeptically, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets. He was tip toeing around the topic, because he knew how Dean could take offence easily at these kinds of subjects.

Dean glanced sparsely over to Sam, unscathed by the comment, "Sure. You can call it that." He mumbled, his eyes crinkling at the edges as his grin broadened.

Sam's brows furrowed, "Well, what do you call it?"

Dean chuckled, his head shaking slightly from side to side, then he shrugged, "I don't know. I think I just got caught up in the moment and just went along with it." He chuckled again, "That guy has a crush on me, did you see it?" he glanced back at Sam for a second, then looked back to the road. "Ya'know, I could say anything and I bet he'd just eat it up."

Sam slowly sat up a bit straighter, the implication of Dean's words filling him with a feeling akin to disgust, "So, let me just… get this straight here. Are you messing with him?" he questioned Dean with a look of disbelief, though of course Dean didn't see it, "Are you going to drag this guy along or something as a part of some cruel joke?" He'd be damned if he was going to let Dean hurt Castiel's feelings on a whim and then jeopardize what he has going on at the Autman company.

Dean scoffed, "Who the hell said anything about playing a joke on the guy?" he glared in Sam's direction, "I'm not dragging him along." he rolled his eyes, then glared out at the road. "All I'm saying is it felt good to just…" he paused, then shook his head, not sure what exactly it was that he was trying to say. "Damn it…" he sighed, frustrated with himself, "Listen, I don't know what I did, or why I did it… okay?" he looked at Sam, a silent warning in his eyes.

"But whatever it is that I do, now and in the future, you can't question me, Sammy." he told him, his hands squeezing the steering wheel.

Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean, "Why?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

Dean didn't answer, and instead replied with, "I liked talking to him, and I'd like to continue to talk to him. I didn't know that was going to stir all this unrest in you." He spoke in a segmented fashion, explaining things to Sam slowly as to not be mistaken.

For a long time, the Impala was silent, and Sam wasn't sure if he could ever come to understand some of the shit his brother did, but this was taking the cake. Flirting with a man? In the past, it has always been blaringly obvious he was either teasing or pocking fun, but this was a whole new level of weird.

Dean had touched him, put a hand on his back, laughed with him over small talk.

Sam was definitely confused, but then again, maybe Dean was confused too…

Perhaps there was something inside him that was released and he wasn't sure how to handle it, or even what it meant. Sam had always known Dean as a man's man, and a skirt chaser… But today, he'd seen another side of him, one he'd never seen before. If Dean couldn't see it in himself, it was blatantly clear to Sam what was happening.

Now, telling his brother that he was probably going gay for another man seemed hazardous… But letting him find it out on his own was much safer and a lot less stress inducing on Sam's part. So, he decided to let it be.

Eventually the Impala pulled into the driveway, and Sam and Dean exited the car. The evening had only gotten colder, and the brothers rushed to the front door to avoid the cool wind. Once inside, Dean threw his coat over the small table that sat up against the wall, under the coat rack, and Sam came in behind him and set the coat on the rack properly, along with his own.

Dean went to the kitchen to heat up the chili from the other day, the whole while the two remained silent to one another. Sam went upstairs to his room to pick out a suitable outfit for tomorrow morning. He wasn't sure where they would stick him, but business formal was always a good way to go during a job interview.

As Dean continued to stir, he just so happened to glance at the counter top and saw a brown paper bag. His brows furrowed, "What the hell…" he mumbled then grabbed the bag and checked its contents.

He was only slightly surprised to see a new bottle of Jack Daniels. Dean sighed, setting the bag back on the counter. He supposed Sam saw the broken bits of glass in the trash can and decided to get this for him at some point today. He'd have to thank Sam at some point.

Dean had just started stirring the chili again when he heard a knock at the front door. He glanced at the stove clock and saw that it was starting to get late. He wonder who would be knocking at their door so late as he went to answer it.

There was a second barrage of knocking and Dean groaned, "I'm coming, I'm coming…" he groused.

Dean finally opened the door but then immediately wanted to slam it back shut. "What the hell are you doing here, Ruby…" Dean glared at her. "Sam told you not to come here."

The brunette sighed, her arms folded over her chest, "Just tell Sam I'm here and to get dressed. We're going out for dinner."

"Oh really? And when did you make these plans, huh?" Dean challenged, leaning his shoulder into the door frame, completely blocking Ruby's view of the stairs.

"Just now." She growled at Dean, "I haven't seen him in days-" "Two days. It's been two days, Ruby." Dean interrupted. Ruby huffed, "You wouldn't understand, Dean. You don't what it's like to be separated from your boyfriend for so long."

"You're right." Dean smirked, "I don't know what it's like to be separated from my boyfriend for so long." Now he was just messing with her, and not at all in any hurry to get Sam.

"Dean, I swear to God, you are so obnoxious. I don't know why Sam wanted to come all the way back to this backwater town just to see you." She hissed at him, and Dean was almost certain she'd start foaming at the mouth.

"Ouch." Was his only comment, and he stood, unwavering, in place because he knew it would piss her off.

Which it did, because the next thing Dean knew was that Ruby was huffing and shaking, basically throwing a fit. Dean was silently laughing to himself when Sam came and pushed Dean out of his lean so he could get past him.

"Ruby, what are you doing here?" he asked, any kind of excitement to see her lacking in his voice. If anything, he seemed tired and inpatient.

"I came to come get you so we can get dinner." She told Sam, her voice small, as if she'd gotten hurt and needed comfort.

"Why didn't you just call me? You know what Dean said." Sam referred to his brother as if he wasn't standing right there. Dean gave the back of his head a narrow eyed glance but went back to glaring at Ruby a moment later.

"I wanted to surprise you…" her voice got even quieter, and she looked to the ground. She was really playing it up, and if she'd done this half a year ago, Sam would have eaten it up, but at the current moment…

"Ruby, please cut the bullshit. I'm not in the mood right now." He groaned, his head falling back as his eyes closed. All Sam wanted was a simple night where he could relax and rest so he'd be ready for tomorrow.

Ruby huffed, her sweet and innocent façade falling, "Fine. Just come on then, we haven't got all night." She growled, now back to her normal self.

Sam slowly shook his head, "No, Ruby. I have a job interview tomorrow and I have to prepare for that." He ran a hand through his hair, sighing, "Maybe tomorrow night, okay?"

Ruby narrowed her eyes at Sam, "You better not be cheating on me, Sam Winchester. I'll find out." And then she turned away from them, an attitude in her walk as she headed back to her Jeep, parked on the road.

"Oh my God…" Sam whispered, so only he and Dean could hear. He wiped his hand down his face, frustrated. He then slowly turned and went back inside, not saying a word to Dean.

Dean grinned to himself, shutting and locking the door then shoved his hands in his jeans pockets and went back to the chili on the stove. He would mark the day on the calendar when those two broke up and he and Sam would celebrate it in the same way they would celebrate St. Patrick 's Day. Drinking and yelling in bars while eating fried everything.

It was only a few minutes later that his phone rang, and for a moment he assumed it was Bobby, or even Benny. But when he saw his screen and saw the unfamiliar number, he grinned.

"Hi Cas." Dean quickly answered. There was no doubt in his mind that that was who it was, and he continued to stir the chili as he leaned on the counter.

"Hi Dean." Cas replied, and Dean wondered what he was doing, where he was. He wished he could've seen the look on his face when he found the napkin he'd left him. Before Dean responded to Cas, he glanced behind his shoulder to make sure Sam was upstairs.

"I see you found my note." He commented, a smug smile tugging at his lip.

Castiel chuckled, "Yes, I did. I was very surprised to find it at all." Castiel chuckled again, though it sounded more like a nervous laugh, "I had actually thought about asking for your number, but I guess I forgot." Dean rolled his eyes, grinning. Sure he did. "So, thank you."

"Hey, it's my pleasure." Dean set the spoon he'd been using on a napkin on the stove, "It'll be nice to talk to someone with a bit more culture than the mechanics I hang out with all day." He then turned the stove off and went to the living room, sitting in his recliner. "Not that they aren't fun to hang out with, but I can only hear the same stories about cars only so many times."

Castiel laughed, "I don't know how much culture we can talk about before you'll likely get bored."

Dean scoffed, "Listen, just because I sucked at English, Math, and Science doesn't mean those things don't interest me."

Castiel laughed again, though more in earnest, "Having culture isn't about knowing English, Math and Science, Dean."

"Okay, good. I hated those subjects." He replied with a sigh, leaning back in his chair.

Castiel was full of laughs. It made Dean swell with a sense of pride that he was able to get Castiel giggling like that. He wasn't even trying that hard, but then again, he wasn't really trying, was he? He was happy Castiel called and he was enjoying the simple talk between them. There was no pressure to impress or any reason to rush things along. He liked it like this.

"Have you ever been to an art gallery? Have you seen any plays recently?" Castiel asked.

Dean gave a "Hmm…" and thought about it for a moment, "Does flipping through a comic book and watching TV count?"

Castiel laughed, "Yes. I would say you are already very cultured, Dean."

"Awesome." Dean replied, "I'll be sipping wine and eating smelly cheese in no time."

"Oh my God…" he heard Castiel mumbled, a little further away from the phone.

"Hey Cas…" Dean called out to gain his attention again.

"Yes Dean?"

"What are you up to tomorrow? I get off at three, and from that point on I'll have nothing to do." Dean loosely implied another meet up, not a date, but a time and place so they could sit and talk in person.

There was a pause over the phone, and Dean hoped he hadn't crossed some sort of line, "Actually, because I can write at my own pleasure, my schedule is always clear." Castiel finally answered, and Dean could swear he heard a smile while he talked. "Unless I have some prior engagement with my brothers, I'm always available."

"Great! Why don't we meet up at that bar again, maybe have a few beers?" he asked, flexing his fingers over the recliner arm rest.

"Sure. That sounds fine."

"Alright. I'll talk to you later, then."

"Goodbye, Dean."

"Bye." And then Dean hung up.

He remained staring at his phone for quite some time, using his fingers to slowly flip it around as he smiled to himself.

Castiel held his phone just a few inches away from his face, then let it fall to his pillow, where his elbows rested. The smile on his face was almost painful at this point, especially seeing how he hadn't stopped smiling sense Dean answered the phone.

Not only had Dean truly wanted to talk with him, but without being asked, Dean set up another time for them to meet. Castiel wasn't exactly so sure what it was that Dean saw in him that he liked enough to want to keep seeing him, but he was glad he had it. What ever it was.

Castiel flipped over onto his back and grinned up at his ceiling. It was odd how euphoric he felt, how much joy was emitting from himself. He slowly sat up then left his bed, eventually leaving his room, and headed for the kitchen. He was sure Lucifer was there, and despite how he knew he was going to be teased, he didn't care. He just needed to share this feeling with someone before it went away, like this lighthouse that broke through a foggy shore. He wasn't even sure he's ever felt this way before.

Like he guessed, Lucifer was stirring a pot on the stove, the other hand sprinkling a spice into the mixture.

"Lucifer…" he called out to him, then took a seat at one of the barstools, then spontaneously decided to spin around once in it, chuckling to himself.

Lucifer had turned to him and was going to reply, but he then saw Castiel's little display on the stool, how he smiled lazily to himself, almost lethargic. His eyes narrowed at him, a slight grin stealing his expression.

"You talked to him, didn't you?" he asked, simply.

Castiel looked up at Lucifer, unable to answer, but kept smiling, a bashfulness covering his cheeks. He fiddled with his fingers in his lap, then looked down at them, unable to look at his brother as he giggled.

"Oh my God, Castiel, you are being so fucking adorable right now." Lucifer came from the stove and went to his brother, "Tell me everything, what did you talk about? Did he tell you he liked you?" he bum rushed Castiel with questions, and all the younger Autman could do was look away and giggle as Lucifer lightly shook him by the shoulders, "Talk to meeee." He urged.

"Yes, we talked. He asked to see me again tomorrow." Castiel finally told him, though he still couldn't meet his brother's eyes.

"Holy shit, you're kidding. Did he call it a date?" Lucifer asked, trying to move into Castiel's eyesight.

"No, no, he said he was off at three and he wanted to hang out." He told Lucifer, waving a hand dismissively at him, though the implication that it wasn't a romantic affair didn't waver the strength of his smile.

Lucifer made a sound akin to a squeal, but he'd never call it that, "Castiel, that is to a date!" he ran from Castiel back to the stove where he set his phone on the counter beside it and dialed a number.

"Who are you calling?" Castiel leaned forward in his seat, trying to see over Lucifer's shoulder at his phone.

"Our cousin." He replied, then held the phone up to his ear, and began to pace. It was only a few moments until the phone was answered, and Lucifer was talking, "Anna? Are you with Michael yet?... Ok, good. Put your phone on speaker." And then Lucifer held his phone out and pressed for his phone to play on speaker as well.

"Alright, everyone is here. What's going on?" Anna asked, and before Lucifer could speak, Castiel spoke up, "Hello Anna."

"Castiel! Oh, it's so good to hear you. We're on our way back from the airport now." She told them. Then Gabriel spoke up, "Seriously guys, what's going on? You're about to give me a heart attack here."

Lucifer chuckled, "I think you're gonna have a heart attack anyway. Dean slipped his number on a napkin into Castiel coat."

Three people audibly gasped, "No way!" Anna exclaimed. Wait, how did Anna know about Dean? Had someone told her already? Castiel was staring down at the phone, a bit confused, but then Kali spoke.

"Castiel, please tell us you called him!"

Castiel chuckled, "Yes I did. And after his shift at the auto shop we're going out for some beers." The whole aspect of going out for beers seemed foreign to him, and it showed in the way he said it.

Everyone, including Lucifer laughed, and his brother slapped him once on the back. "Ooh, Castiel." He shook his head slowly at him. "You've got a lot to learn."

Then Michael spoke to everyone, "Could we possibly continue this conversation at home? It's kind of distracting with you all talking like that."

"Sure, Michael." Lucifer replied, then picked up his phone, turned it off of speaker and held it to his ear. "I just thought everyone should hear the news." He glanced towards Castiel with a grin.

"We'll see you when you get here… Alright, Bye." And he hung up. He slipped his phone back in his pocket then looked to Castiel, "Tomorrow, I'm going to be accompanying Michael to work. I won't be able to make sure you dress appropriately for your date." "It's not a date." Castiel interjected. "What ever it is…" Lucifer continued, "I know you'll do fine." He smiled to his brother.

Castiel smiled back, looking down at his hands. He then looked back up at Lucifer, "Wait, why are you going with Michael to work tomorrow?"

"I'm going to make sure Sam Winchester gets a proper welcome to the company." He grinned, then went back to his pot on the stove.

Castiel slowly shook his head at Lucifer, then crossed his arms over the counter, laying his chin on his arms.