Really sorry for the late update, I haven't had much time, and the time I've had I get really distracted! D: But here it is, Chapter 5. thank you, again, for your continued support!

Cas followed Dean Campbell into the parking lot.

"An Impala?"

"1967," Dean beamed, hopping into the driver's seat. Dean started her up as Cas opened the passenger's door.

"Wow, she really purrs," Cas mused.

"Like a sleeping cat. I took good care of her," Dean patted the steering wheel, "Don't I, Baby?"

Cas' heart leaped. "Baby?"

Dean looked at Cas suspiciously. "Yeah, I call my car Baby…"

"Oh, yes, of course. I do, too. I mean, I would if I had a car.." Cas stumbled. 'Shut up, Cas! You sound so stupid. You don't even know the first thing about cars!'

"Right…" Dean said slowly. Then he cleared his throat and began the drive to his house.

Dean was humming along to Metallica, blaring from the Chevy's stereo. Noticing Cas' disheveled expression, Dean asked, "Not your type of music, huh?"

"No, this is not the music I am accustomed to."

"What do you normally listen to then?"

"I don't listen to music anymore."

"What? Why not?"

Cas looked out the window, watching the people as they passed by. He hadn't heard music since there was someone to sing it to him.

Sensing the weak spot, Dean moved around it, "What music did you normally listen to?"

After a pause, Cas replied, "Choral."

"Oh. Sounds nice. You won't find any of that in this car or our house, but it sounds nice."

"Our house?" Cas asked.

Dean chuckled, "Yes, our house. Sammy and I. We share a house." Dean rolled his eyes at Cas' squinting ones, "It's a brother thing. We've always been close. I mean, we have our fights, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't think I could live without him close by."

Another five minutes or so passed and the '67 Impala parked in the driveway of 454 Chuck Ln. It was a bigger house then Cas had ever seen. There was a long driveway that circled around a beautiful water fountain in the center. Cas tried to keep his mouth from dropping.

Dean cracked up, "It's big, right?"

Cas nodded; any words he tried to conjure up couldn't get past his tongue. He got out of the Impala and wondered towards the front door, rotating in weird angles to soak in the beauty of Dean's mansion. Dean's amusement rose to the point where all he could do was lean against the Impala and stare at Cas. He looked like a kid in a candy store.

"I take it you've never been in a mansion before?"

"Well, my father had one, but he left when I was very young. I never remembered it. This is very much what I had imagined it to be," Cas said, dazed.

"Well, let's get your coat. You should meet Sam! He should still be home with Lucy," Dean led Cas to the giant doorway. The first thing Cas saw was a gigantic living room, large enough to comfortably seat twenty people. The furniture, rugs, and paint alternated between scarlet red and white. Glass chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting glowing, exultant rays of light all about the house. To the right, there was the entrance to a kitchen of sorts, only the stove was visible from this angle.

"Hey Sammy! I'm home!" Dean yelled as they walked through the door. "Guess who's with me? I told you it was his coat!"

Sam Campbell came bounding down the spiraling stairs straight ahead of them, a mysteriously beautiful blonde right behind him.

"Castiel?" Lucy blurted over Sam's shoulder. Cas reverted his captivated eyes to the girl behind Sam.

"Lucy?"

The blonde laughed and emerged from behind Sam. "Wow, Cassie, you can't be a good boy for my vacation? Always have to have my eyes on you, huh?" Lucy pinched Cas' cheeks.

Cas was exasperated, the annoyance written on his face, "How many times must I tell you to call me Cas?"

"I've lost count," she replied sarcastically.

"Does someone want to elaborate?" Dean asked, watching Lucy play with Cas' hair.

"Dean, Lucy is the dentist on vacation," Cas said plainly. "We work together."

Sam put everything together. "So Castiel," Sam caught a glare from Cas and corrected himself, "I mean Cas, is the dentist who fixed your teeth?"

"Yep," Dean answered.

"It's such a small world," Lucy squealed. "Well, I'm just getting my things together and then we can go, okay Sam?" She kissed his cheek and trotted up the stairs.

Cas leaned towards Dean. "Dean, your brother is dating my co-worker?"

"I guess so."

Cas felt his heart-rate begin to increase, along with his worries. Lucy was always so intrusive, she was worse than Gabe. Now that she knew he had connections with Dean, she could try to mess it up for him. Lucy never needed a reason, she just liked to see destruction.

"We were just about to head out to the Fair, the lights are going to be cool when it's dark. Do you guys want to come with us?" Sam asked them.

Cas looked at Dean, hoping he wouldn't think it would be awkward for them to go to the fair. They had only been with each other for a few hours total.

"Do you have any plans or anything, Cas?" Dean asked.

"Nothing at all," Cas replied, hiding his sheer joy.

"Alright, we'll come," Dean smiled.

Sam smiled back. "Great," Sam trailed upstairs, shouting back, "Train leaves in one minute!"

Cas tilted his head. "Train? The Fair is only fifteen minutes from here, why do we need a train to-"

"It's an expression," Dean interrupted. "You don't get out much, huh?"

"Not often." Cas let his eyes glide away from the intriguing house and come to rest on Dean's glistening green eyes. Cas couldn't believe that he was going on a date with Dean so soon. 'It's not a date, Cas,' he said to himself. He hoped Dean wouldn't think so. Actually, he did hope Dean would want to go on a date, but if Dean thought it was awkward, Cas didn't want him to feel weird. He decided to keep his mouth shut for now and enjoy the extra time he had with Dean.

Sam and Lucy descended the stairs. "Ready to go?" Lucy asked.

"Yes," said Cas.

They all started to leave, but Sam stopped them with a suspicious grin on his face. "Aren't we forgetting something?"

They turned to see Sam holding up Cas' tan trench coat. Cas blushed, realizing that it must be obvious to them that he had lost focus on the one thing they thought he came for…

"I almost forgot," Dean mumbled, taking the coat from Sam and handing it to Cas, who smiled. It seemed as though Cas wasn't the only one losing focus.

Fun fact: 454, Dean and Sam's address, was the first 3 letters of the numbers Bobby gave them before he died.

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