Jeez, I'm so sorry kids. I don't really have a good excuse, except I was writing something else and I found out about Troyler, and other ships on AO3... I hope you guys are all okay, and you've had a great week!

I hope ya'll like this chapter, and I will try and get some more up over the next few days :)

Dean walked into the bar. It was ten at night and the night was young.

Seeing his friends at the bar, he walked up to them.

He stuck his head over his shoulder as he slapped his ass in greeting.

The man jumped and turned to stare wide-eyed at Dean

Dean stepped back, his eyes widening as he realised that he was NOT Ash.

The man looked at Dean, with his beautiful blue eyes.

"Hello?"

"Um, sorry... I thought you were my friend... I'm really, really sorry. Here, let me buy you a drink. Sorry." Dean realised he was rambling and forced himself to stop.

"Okay. Sorry. I'll buy you a drink."

The man smiled slightly.

"What do you want?"

"Just a Coke. Please."

Dean motioned for the bar tender and ordered two Cokes.

Dean sipped his Coke, the ice hitting his stubbly lips. He watched the man as he drank some ad smiled at Dean.

"What's your name?" he had a deep, gravelly voice, like from a porno.

"Um, Dean."

"I'm Castiel. Hey, the friend you were looking for have a mullet?"

"Um, yeah..."

Castiel smiled and twirling his finger around. Dean frowned and looked over his shoulder, Ash, Jo and the rest of their group were laughing their heads off at Dean.

"Oh, right." Dean didn't want to go. He wanted to stay. He turned back to Castiel and grabbed a nearby napkin. He scrawled his number on it, with Dean Winchester above it.

"Hey," he said, as he began to stand, he slid the napkin over to Castiel.

"Call me."

And he ran like the little girl he was towards his friend without looking back.

But, he did look back, many times, to Castiel throughout the night.