Dean feels restless. Cranky. He snaps at everybody. He even yells at Sam. (And he apologizes after. After all, he isn't a jerk.) He drinks too much and sleeps too little. And when he sleeps, he dreams of thunder and lightning, of crackling lights, shattering glass and an angel with Castiel's features and enormous black wings.

These dreams leave him both lonely and horny.

He misses him. Somehow. A man, he hardly knows. Chick-flick bullshit.

He considers to visit the library.

Not one of his greatest ideas.

He woke up alone after their night, the bedsheets faintly smelling like Castiel and him.

But there is no Castiel and him.

Castiel is a married man.

Off limits.

And that's it.

But still...he dreams.

Dreams of things, he can't have.

Castiel feels miserable. He realizes how lonely he is. How unhappy. Grace is his only ray of hope.

He misses Dean.

How pathetic.

He misses Dean's smile, his freckles, the golden spots in his green eyes. He misses Dean's smooth skin beneath his fingertips.

He wants to leave Meg so badly, but he's to afraid to act on this desperate wish.

She would destroy him with a smile on her lips.

She would take away Grace from him.

So he stays. And does as his wife tells him. And when she demands sex, he delivers. And he suffers. And he takes medizine, because he begins to develop a stomach ulcer.

And he dreams.

Dreams of Dean's hands on him.

Weeks go by.

Dean tries to forget these stupid...beautiful...blue eyes.

He wants to hook up with some stranger in a bar.

Want to get Cas out of his system.

But he can't.

And then:

Call it karma or fate or coincidence or whatever.

He is working at the garage, when he gets an emergency call about a broke down car on the highway, in need to get towed, so Dean hops into his towing-truck an drives and he sees the girl and her father and it is as if the sun comes out from behind the clouds and all the colours around him become vibrant and fucking finally he can breathe again and it is Cas. IT IS CAS.

With his daughter.

She's on the small side, lean, with her hair in a bun and eyes, almost as blue as Cas'.

Eyes that currently are wide open, as if they can't believe what they see.

Castiel's hands are shaking and his voice is unsteady and it sends shivers down Dean's spine.

"Dean. I didn't expect you." He thinks, he's having a stroke, watching Dean climb out of his truck. He lets his eyes rake over this georgous body. God really must hate him! Of all the car mechanics in the world, they have to send Dean?

"Hallo Castiel. What a coincidence! It was my turn to get broke up vehicles off the road."

Or it was fate.

The girl looks back and forth between the two men.

"Grace, darling, this is Mr. Winchester. He'll take care of Connie."

"My dad loves his car. Can you make it work again?"

"I'll do what I can. First I have to take a good look at it. And therefor, we have to tow this golden monstrosity and bring her to my garage. Wanna help me?"

Grace looks pleadingly at her dad.

"Be careful and do as Mr. Winchester tells you."

The burning acid inside of Castiel fades away and there is a smile tugging at his lips while he watches Dean interact with his daughter. Dean bends down to talk to her, he tells her what he's going to do and why.

Castiel smile fades, because now he has to talk to his wife, to explain what had happened with his car.

"I hope, you don't believe, I'll come and get you. Call a cab or walk. And when you can't cook...and without car you can't go on a groccery run...I don't think, it's necessary for me to come home soon. Don't wait for me." She hangs up.

And he just stands there.

Beside the road.

With Dean.

Sweaty, dirty, greasy Dean. Incredibly sexy.

On their ride to the garage, Grace sits between her father and Dean. She fills the air with chatter and giggles. Cas is stunned. This is so out of character for his daughter. Normally, she's so quiet. But it is a great change in her behavior. Way too soon, they arrive at their destination.

"Will your wife come and pick you up?" Dean asks.

Castiel shakes his head.

"Mom is always busy." Grace chirpes.

"I bet, she is. But...how will you go home?"

"I'm gonna call a cab", Cas says.

"No way, I'll drive you."

"You don't have to do that. We're not your responsibility."

"That's right. But I want to." Please. Let me do this. Let me the nice guy. Please.

Castiel nods slowly.

Moments more with Dean.

He would sell his soul for time with Dean.

Dean cleans himself and changes his clothes and something inside of Cas is a bit disappointed. He liked the sexy-mechanic-look. He liked it very much.

Again, their ride is nice and relaxed.

Cas expected an awkwardness around Dean, but everything feels normal.

Actually, it feels good.

"Can I offer you something to drink?" Castiel is polite.

And desperate. He wants more time!

"A soda would be great."

Grace goes to her room, and there they are. Alone.

Both of them start talking at the same moment.

They laugh. They can't look away from each other.

Like magnets they are drawn to each other.

They move, slowly, towards each other.

Cas takes a deep breath, relishing the smell of Dean.

Chest to chest, they come to a halt.

Dean smiles.

And Castiel knows, he'll never be strong enough to walk away from Dean again.

They kiss.

Due to the kid in the house, they keep it chaste.

But both feel the promise of more kisses.

No, not just a promise, an oath.