Chapter 3

Dean had to think about how he was going to handle this. He wondered if he should call Cas back and talk to him about it or let him have a couple days. Knowing Cas he'll go find out some more information and see how silly it all is. Yea, he'll give him some time. If he's not back in a couple of days, he'll call him.

In the meantime, he did find them a case. A pain in the ass case. But a case.

"Man, why'd it have to be witches?!" Dean said.

"Definitely not one of my favorites either." Said Sam.

"It is going to take forever to get this blood and gack out of my jacket! Why can't they just die! It's always got to be a spectacle, with body fluids, ooze and only god knows what else!"

"It's alright Dean. We'll get it dry cleaned."

"I know man, it's just, three days chasing down those witches has made me tired. Let's just get back to the bunker, replenish supplies, eat, wash these clothes and shower."

"Maybe a couple hours sleep?" Ask Sam as he got in the car.

"Yea," said Dean "maybe even a few."

As they were heading down the highway heading back to the bunker Sam turned to Dean.

"Hey, have you heard from Cas since he left?"

"No."

"I wonder what happened to him? Do you think something happened in heaven?"

Dean gripped the wheel a little tighter. "Probably, somethings always happening up there."

"Maybe we should call and see if he needs some help. Make sure he's okay?"

Dean stared out the windshield at the long road ahead of him and thought about what made Cas leave. He knew he was going to have to talk to him. Let him know everything's okay. That Dean himself knew about it and he didn't freak. And anybody who knows Cas doesn't think of him that way. He has nothing to be ashamed of.

"Dean?"

"Uh, yea. I was going to call him tonight anyway. I'll find out something then. But after a shower and a nap."

Sam laughed. "Agreed. Dude you really stink!"

"Shut up bitch!"

"Jerk."

Later at the bunker

After a hot shower and a good nap, Dean decided it was time to call Cas. He sat down on the edge of his bed and took a deep breath.

"Castiel, listen I know why you took off a few days ago. I seen the website you were on. Man, anyone who knows us in real life knows it not true. You have nothing to be ashamed about. Last year, when I found out about all this, I …"

"You knew about this?"

Dean looked up to see Cas standing across the room.

"Yea Cas, I knew. Sam and I were working a case at a girl's high school where they were putting on a musical based on Chuck's books."

"A musical?"

"Yea, and trust me, there were much worse things than you and me."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why? Because it's not a big deal Cas! There's only a few people who think this, and they don't even know that we're real! Anyways, I thought you didn't care about things like this?"

"Things like what, musicals?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Like, sexual orientation and what people think about you!"

"I don't care about sexual orientation and I don't care what people think of me."

"Then why are you freaking out about this?"

"I care what you think!"

"What I think? Cas you know what I think! You're family! You know how I feel!

"WELL I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL!"