A/N: This is a very short chapter, well, because you guys are amazing. Thank you to Angel of Randomosity, MsRoseBelikov1, katie1689, Fidgets, New Angel Rising, and of course my favorite, Serena-loves-Angst for all of your lovely reviews! And all the new followers, thank you! You guys really helped me with my confidence on that last chapter. But, alas, this one is quite short because I felt like you all deserved a new chapter, but I am blocked, blocked, blocked. I sat down to write and this is all that would come out. Some of you are going to be a little disappointed. But I hope you like it, anyway.
Chapter 13
They sat there staring at each other, Dean, waiting for an answer, Cas trying to form the right words. The waitress came back to the table and and sat the bill down in the middle. "Can I get you boys anything else? Any dessert?" Cas never broke eye contact with Dean. "No thank you. We're all set," essentially dismissing her. She shook her head as she walked away. Weirdos.
Finally, Cas found what he wanted to say. His voice was quieter than he'd wanted it to be, less strong. "Look, Dean. My family is... complicated. They aren't actually mob. But," he paused, taking a deep breath. "They have... connections. And because my family has been... connected for three generations, there's really no choice in my career path. Once you're in a job like this, there's really no getting out. At least, not easily. Or safely, for that matter."
Dean just continued to stare at the blue eyed man across from him. Connected, not mob. What the hell's the difference? Dean's brain was on overload. So many questions. But he couldn't formulate them into spoken words. Cas had been right. He didn't know anything about the man in front of him. How could he have let himself start to feel something, anything about a complete stranger? And someone who could possibly be as potentially dangerous as Castiel Novak, mob enforcer and debt collector?
Dean shook his head harshly, trying to clear his thoughts. "This is too much for me all at once, man." He looked down at the table, unable to meet Cas' intense gaze. "I'm...I'm not sure what to think at this point," the green eyed man said softly. Cas kept his eyes on Dean. This could be the last time he'd ever see him, ever get to hear his voice. He needed to remember it. "I understand, Dean," he sighed. "You don't have to say anything." He stood up, gathering his things. "It's been an incredible experience, meeting and spending time with you, Dean. You are an amazing man. I'm glad we met." He turned and started to leave, pausing only to say, "I don't regret anything." He didn't look at Dean, who was still staring down at the table. "Goodbye, Dean," and Castiel Novak, gorgeous blue eyed creature, walked out of the diner, to his car, and drove away.
Dean didn't know how long he had sat there trying to wrap his head around everything that Cas had just told him. He vaguely remembered hearing Cas talking, but couldn't, for the life of him remember what exactly he had said. Something about regrets. Wait, what? Dean's head shot up, now completely and acutely aware of his surroundings. "Cas?" He looked around, not seeing the blue eyed man. He hurriedly stood, threw some money on the table and half ran out to the parking lot. The Camaro was no where to be seen. Dean looked around helplessly, trying to figure out what had just happened. Cas was gone, he'd said something about regrets, and he was no where around. "What the fuck?"