It took me longer than I wanted to write this, but now, finally, here it is! The amount of support for the last chapter was overwhelming, enormous thanks to all of you for that, you are amazing. I had a couple of responses about NaNoWriMo, my username is JessRobyn if anyone else wants to add me as a writing buddy and talk about things related to that. I expect there to be one more chapter now which should be up before the end of October, although no promises as I'm actually very busy for the next week. I will also be writing that one shot at some point, I'll notify you all when that goes up. I hope you enjoy the chapter and please review with what you think of it, reviews make me happy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters. If I did, I would currently be very upset due to the response to I'm No Angel. That was one amazing episode and the fact everyone seems to hate it so much is extremely sad – guys, with all the amazing fanart and fanfiction out there, we can cope with Destiel not being canon for a while longer!

Castiel let out a sigh as he sagged against the wall, closing his eyes and finally allowing himself to relax. For four hours he had been answering questions and receiving compliments on his artwork, as well as running small errands for the teachers and other pupils whenever they thought he didn't look busy. Now, he was shattered. The only thing Castiel wanted at this point was to go home, collapse into bed and sleep undisturbed for a week. He knew that wasn't exactly a viable option, but he had never felt this drained at any point before in his life.

Dean had been like a godsend. He had stayed by Castiel's side all night supporting him while he talked, fetching him glasses of water and glaring at anyone who dared to criticise his work. Despite Castiel insisting several times that Dean didn't have to stay, Dean had remained there. Castiel had never felt more grateful to his boyfriend than he did now.

"Cas? Are you OK?"

Castiel opened his eyes and glanced around to see Dean walking in with two glasses of champagne and a concerned look on his face.

"I'm fine, Dean. Just a little tired."

Dean's face softened sympathetically. "Yeah, it must be tiring staying on your feet and talking to people for that length of time."

Castiel tilted his head to one side in confusion. "Dean, you were with me for almost the entire time."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, but I'm more used to it. I doubt you've ever had to stand up for twelve hours at a festival before."

Castiel frowned. "No. That doesn't sound very fun."

Dean laughed, setting the drinks down on the table next to Castiel and leaning against the wall next to him. "The atmosphere's amazing, you barely even notice how tired you are until the end. The music's normally epic as well, although there tends to be one dud mixed in who you just want to shove off the stage to leave more time for a better set."

They lapsed into silence for a moment, before Dean picked up a champagne glass and offered it to Castiel.

"I figured we should celebrate your success tonight."

Castiel smiled gratefully, accepting the glass. He didn't normally drink champagne, but this seemed to be an occasion where he could make an exception.

"To Cas – the best artist the world has ever seen." Dean grinned and held out his own glass.

"I don't think I'm the best – "

"Just accept the toast, Cas."

Eyes crinkling at the corners in happiness, Castiel gently tapped his glass against Dean's (a totally bizarre custom, in his point of view, but Dean seemed to expect it) before taking a sip. The liquid was much nicer than he remembered and he found himself actually enjoying the fizzy concoction.

"What time can we head out then?" Dean asked, slipping an arm around Castiel.

Castiel sighed, draining his glass of champagne then leaning his head against Dean's shoulder. "Now that most of the guests have left, I should be able to leave in half an hour or so. But I have to speak to Miss Moore – I mean Jess – about how it went and help her to tidy up."

"Can you not just skip out?" Dean seemed impatient for something, although what, Castiel wasn't sure.

"I do not think Jess would like it if I simply left having previously volunteered to help. I need to discuss the future with her as well and this is an opportune time to do it."

Dean sighed, removing his arm from Castiel's waist. Slightly surprised, Castiel lifted his head up and allowed Dean to step away.

"Alright." Dean drained his own champagne flute and set it down next to Castiel's. "Shall we go and find her then?"

"Dean, if you wish to leave now then you are perfectly welcome to." Castiel could sense that Dean was tired and a little fed up of being in the gallery, and he didn't really understand why he had stayed this long.

"No no, it's fine, I'll stay. Besides, you don't have a car, how are you planning to get home safe?"

Castiel frowned, starting to walk towards the reception area. "I expected to walk, that is my usual mode of transport."

"At this time of night? Not a chance, it's not safe. I'm driving you home." Dean's tone of voice left no room for argument.

Castiel felt a slight flicker of annoyance at how Dean seemed to think he was unable of defending himself, but at the same time he felt himself smile because of how much his boyfriend cared.

"Castiel! There you are, I've been looking for you – congratulations! The response to your work has been fantastic." Jess appeared round the corner and may her way over to Castiel and Dean with an enormous smile on her face.

"Thank-you. It has indeed been most pleasing how the public has reacted."

"Not just the public – the art critics as well. Did you speak to Ezekiel Penikett?" Jess seemed very excited.

Castiel's eyes widened. "The Ezekiel Penikett?"

Dean was clearly confused. "Who's Ezekiel Penikett?"

Jess turned to Dean. "Ezekiel Penikett, or as he's more often called, Zeke, is one of the greatest traditional artists of this age. His work is displayed in just about every gallery in the UK, as well as a few galleries around the world – France, the US, China. He uses his fame to discover bright young artists who he believes could reach the top and help them get started, displaying their work alongside his own exhibitions so that they start to get recognised. If Castiel has managed to impress him, he could be started on the road to being a professional artist."

"That's awesome!" A massive grin has spread onto Dean's face.

Castiel frowned. "If he didn't speak to me, he probably has very little interest in my work. He may have been here to look at somebody else's."

Jess shook her head. "On the contrary, I invited him here specifically to look at your work, and he spoke to me saying that he was very impressed. I wouldn't be surprised if he got in touch with the Academy in a few days to get your details."

Castiel was shocked. He couldn't believe that someone as great as Ezekiel Penikett could possibly be interested in his work. He didn't even follow a particular pattern or style – Ezekiel was famed for always using traditional methods and sticking to certain styles, but warping them to suit his own needs. Castiel was very different to the sort of artist he would usually support, especially as Castiel was already getting specialist help as he attended an Art Academy. Ezekiel would normally go for someone with a similar style to his own who was much more of an underdog.

"Well, I think this is another cause for celebration, eh Cas? What do you say we take off home and grab a couple of beers and relax? You deserve a chance to relax after all the hard work you put in for this." Dean was clearly still trying to persuade Castiel to leave.

Castiel was about to point out again that he needed to help Jess, when she spoke up,

"He's right – you deserve to relax for a while after this. You go on home, I'll drop you an email if I hear anything."

Surprised, Castiel nodded before turning to Dean.

"Great!" Dean seemed exceptionally pleased. "The car's out front, did you bring any stuff with you?"

"Just my coat. It is in the cloakroom, I will go and fetch it."

Castiel walked quickly to the cloakroom, nodding at Miss Talbot when he walked past her scribbling some notes on the event down on a clipboard. He vaguely registered that Dean was trailing behind him but he didn't pay much attention to that fact until he entered the cloakroom and found himself spun round against the wall.

For a second, Castiel panicked, then he realised it was Dean and let out a breath, staring into Dean's eyes.

"Dean, why are you pinning me against a wall? I need to get my coat."

Dean didn't reply, instead just staring into Castiel's eyes before leaning in to capture his lips.

Castiel relaxed into Dean, kissing back languidly and moving his hands up Dean's back, feeling the ridges of muscle through the thin shirt. He was a little confused as to why Dean was kissing him now, instead of waiting ten minutes when they would be at Castiel's and there was less of a chance of them being disturbed, but this was nice, so it wasn't like he was going to complain.

Dean was starting to apply more force to the kiss, pressing Cas between his body and the wall, but Castiel moved his head to one side so Dean was kissing his nick instead.

"Dean." Castiel's voice came out much deeper and gruffer than normal. "I think this would be more appropriate at my flat."

Dean pulled away, stepping back and wiping his mouth with one hand.

"Sorry. You just look really hot in that suit. Plus, I said this wasn't over earlier, so I had to pick up where we left off."

Castiel got the impression that Dean wasn't sorry at all – but he didn't mind. Instead, he just smiled lovingly at Dean, pulling his trenchcoat off the hook it was hanging on before standing at the door.

"Your place, yeah?" Dean asked, slipping his arm around Castiel's waist.

Castiel moved his own arm around Dean before gently leaning into him. "Yes."

Together, the pair walked out to the car, barely paying attention to anything going on around them.

Once they were sat in the Impala, the trenchcoat discarded on the back seat, Dean couldn't resist leaning over and quickly kissing Castiel again.

"You're insatiable." Castiel commented.

Dean shrugged easily, reversing the Impala out of the parking space. "Guilty."

It didn't take long to get to Castiel's apartment, and the journey passed mostly in comfortable silence.

"Hey, where's the annoying snobby lady?" Dean asked, glancing through the glass doors to the empty reception desk.

"Dean!" Castiel admonished.

"Sorry, sorry... but in all seriousness, how come no-one's there?"

"They probably needed to urinate. It is not of import."

Dean glanced at Castiel as he got out of the Impala.

"You have such a strange way of phrasing things sometimes."

Castiel frowned. "Am I strange?"

Dean laughed, putting his arm around Castiel again as he locked the Impala. "Yes, Cas, you're very strange. But that's why I love you."

Castiel smiled, before quietly leading Dean into the building and up the stairs to his apartment. It was only when he got to the top that he realised he had left his trenchcoat in the car – and that his coat had his keys in.

"Dean, I left my keys in the car."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Cas? Ok, just wait here a moment, I'll go and get them."

Dean was walking back to the car before Castiel had a chance to reply. Leaning against the door, Castiel thought back over the events of the night. It had been amazing. Sure, it had been tiring and at times the questions had been so repetitive that he wished he'd thought to print off an FAQ sheet beforehand, but the positive responses had been overwhelmingly flattering. He was extremely pleased at the thought that someone like Ezekiel Penikett had seen and liked his work, even if he never heard from him personally. Really, Castiel thought, it might be better if Ezekiel didn't get in contact. Then he could reserve his support for someone who needed it more – Castiel had contacts who he had met through the Academy which he could use if he decided to pursue professional art, and there were others who didn't even have that.

"Alright, sleepyhead, I've got the keys."

Dean's voice pulled Castiel back into reality and he smiled down at Dean, taking the keys off him and moving so that he could open the door.

"Did you want a drink?" Castiel asked as he walked in, knowing that Dean would be right behind him.

Sure enough, a pair of arms gently encircled his waist from behind.

"As lovely as that sounds, Cas, I know something that I want more."

Castiel stopped, trying to turn around so that he could see Dean's face.

"What do you want, Dean?" He questioned.

"You."

I love endings like this! Again, please review with your comments and criticism so that I know what you think, and feel free to mention any queries – or just PM me with them. Thanks so much for all your support!