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Chapter Two
Castiel glanced at Dean. He was sitting a few seats down from Castiel at the bar chatting up a shapely brunette. Castiel took a swig from the glass in front of him. Dean was right; the booze did make him feel better. This was his tenth shot and he was starting to feel warm and light headed.
"Hey," a beautiful woman in a short red shirt and a tight shirt that highlighted all the important parts sat down next to Castiel. "You look like hell."
Castiel looked at he skeptically. "I do not look like Hell. How could you compare my features to Hell when you've never been there?"
The woman stared at him for a minute in confusion, then shook her head. "I think maybe you've had too many drinks."
"I don't think I've had enough." Castiel replied and ordered another from the bartender.
"Maybe I could.. ah, cheer you up a little if you want to come back to my place? You are cute." The woman touched Castiel's face.
"No, I do not think so."
"Come on, honey, I could show you a good time," the woman leaned forward and whispered in the angel's ear. Castiel shrank back.
"No."
The woman leaned closer and kissed Castiel. Castiel pushed her away, his nose full of the smell of her heavy, sweet perfume, and she lost her balance and fell onto the floor.
"What is wrong with you?" the woman screeched angrily.
Dean looked over at the sound. Castiel stood up.
"I said no." he downed the rest of his drink and slammed the glass back on the counter. "I don't understand why you humans keep pushing and pushing." he spun around and headed for the exit, angry.
"Cass, where are you going?" Dean called after him.
Castiel ignored the man he longed to be with, and left.
Dean sighed dramatically and said to his lady friend, "Sorry, he's not used to interacting with the public." before following Castiel. He looked around outside, but Castiel was gone. He supposed this had something to do with what had happened earlier that evening, when Castiel had confessed his true feelings. It had creeped Dean out, and when they got to the bar, Dean had found a pretty woman to talk to and had left Castiel alone. He probably shouldn't have done that, he probably should have sat next to him and talked to him, but it was just creepy to think about. Him and Cass...although, he suddenly realized he did find himself longing for the angel at times when Sammy wasn't there, or sometimes he just wanted to talk to Castiel. It was reassuring knowing that he had an angel watching over him. And now that angel had gone who knows where. Dean sighed and went back inside. He would find Cass later, but now he needed some more booze. Booze always made these horrible situations seem not so horrible.
Castiel reappeared in the dirty room that he and Dean had left not that long ago. He sat down in a corner so that he was covered with shadows and put his head on his knees. There were the tears again.
Angels shouldn't be able to cry, Castiel thought angrily. It was demeaning. Up until today, Castiel didn't think angels could cry, and he wished he didn't find out that they could.
He ran his hands through his hair. Seeing Dean talking to that woman at the bar had raised feelings in him, jealousy, or envy perhaps? Right after he had told Dean how he felt, and it seems as if Dean brushed it off as if it hadn't happened, and went straight for the pretty girl. And that woman coming onto him was just too much.
Castiel used his sleeve to wipe his face. He half hoped that he did die tomorrow; it would be better then living and being depressed and miserable all the time. Now he understood why some humans committed suicide.
He suddenly wished that he was a human, and he had never heard of or met Dean Winchester. But then he thought of another human saying: Is it better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all?
He thought about this for a minute and then decided: if this was the kind of pain you went through when you were in love, then it would be better to have never loved at all.
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