Hey, It's Gwen here. Glad you are reading this. I am posting it a day early because tomorrow I am moving. Hope you like it! Chapter 3 should be up by next Friday.

Castiel watched the other man as he finished off his second beer. Castiel wasn't much of a drinker, he was known as a light-weight. He just has a coke with some grenadine in it, that suited his taste much better than alcohol anyway. He has never been to this bar before, he hasn't been to any bar much really. Only when his brother was in town and needed a designated driver home did he ever go to the bar. "So, why did you change your mind in coming out with me?" He asked Dean.

Dean sat down the bottle it being almost empty there was another placed in front of him. He must be here a lot because he seemed comfortable here. "I don't really know. Just thought it would be better than drowning myself in an engine." He spoke again after a long pause when Castiel gave him a questioning look. "My father figure owns a garage here in town. He hired me because it is the only thing I am really good at."

Castiel was confused, "Father figure?" he asked.

"Ya." A slight smile was worn on his face as he started to speak. "My mom and dad used to have the apple-pie life. Married with a house and have two point five kids. Well we found out that my father had liver cancer and he died when I was nine. And my mom was a bit after him. Me and my brother was left to live with our family friend Bobby who gladly let us live under his roof and watch over us." His emotion changed on his face from a genuine smile to a forced one. "But that's all in the past." He waved off. "What were the papers in your hand that you had when you ran into me?"

Castiel smiled to get off the upsetting topic for Dean. "I belong to a Church, my father is a pasture there and we have lived with them for almost twenty years." Castiel pulled out a sheet from his side bag and handed it over to Dean. "We are looking for new members and trying to have a fundraiser for the Church but everytime I try talking to anyone they slam their door on my face. I just want to share my faith unto others but I can't if no one is willing to accept them." He looked the paper over and passed it back to Castiel.

"Cas, buddy, I would love to help but with all the shit that has gone down in my life recently I just can't have blind faith in someone who hasn't been there for me. For me seeing is believing."

He just smiled at Dean. "I can't force my beliefs onto someone else, only enlighten them for how I perceive it." Dean just stared at Castiel, utterly stunned by his answer.

"What?" He asked in disbelief.

Castiel just shrugged. "That's how I was taught growing up."

Dean chuckled. "Most people try and cram that religious mumbo-jumbo down people's throats with every chance they get but not you, huh?" Another shrug for a response, Dean chuckled as he continued. "You know Cas, you're weird."

Pretending to get offended Castiel put a hand to his chest. "You bite your tongue." A smirk sneaked it's way onto both the men's faces. "I'm an absolute joy to be around."

They both broke out laughing, Dean laughed so hard that he had tears cornering his eyes. They seemed to get along pretty well, he was happy to finally have someone to talk to and laugh with. He had missed smiling and laughing, he thought it was taken away from him a long time ago. He's glad that wasn't the case.

He was glad he ditched work for this. "Oh shit." He spoke as he laughed, pulling out his phone. He forgot to tell Bobby that he was skipping out on work for the Day.

"What'd you do?" Castiel asked as he toned down a bit, taking a drink from his glass.

Looking through his contacts for Bobby's garage, he pulled it up and was about to hit call. "I forgot to call my boss and tell him I wasn't coming in today." Castiel raised an eyebrow at Dean who just rolled his eyes. "I haven't missed a day for working in three years, I am allowed to have my one day off." Explaining himself.

He pressed call and heard it ring.

"Hello?" A gruff voice asked from the other end of the line.

Dean cleared his throat. "Bobby, hey!"

Bobby just huffed. "Where are ya? You didn't tell me you weren't comin' in today."

"Ya." Dean chuckled. "Sorry about that. I wasn't expecting to take the day off either but I had a run in with someone and we wanted to talk so thought I would give you a call and tell you I'm not coming in for the day." He paused for a minute. "And probably tomorrow."

A smile was on Bobby's face, well what someone could guess a smile. It was hard to tell with his facial hair in the way. "Fine, but next time call in before hand. I had to go out and deal with dumb and dumber today." Meaning Ash and Jo.

"Alright." Dean chuckled. "Well, good luck with the kids. I'll see you sometime tomorrow night."

They said their goodbyes and hung up.

Dean turned back to Castiel. "So what you want to do for the rest of today?" Now that Dean didn't have any plans for the rest of today and possibly tomorrow maybe he can just hang with Castiel for the majority of it.

He shrugged. "Mini golf?" Said half jokingly.

Dean's eyes lit up. "Yes!" The other man chuckled. Dean pulled out his wallet to pay for the drinks.

Castiel tried to stop him but Dean just ignored him and handed the bartender his card. Castiel waited patiently as they the bartender and Dean conversed a bit. Giving back his card the lady said "It's good to see you smile again Dean."

He did just that and thanked the lady again, Castiel thinks her name was Ellen, and they left. The golf course was a bit of a ways to walk so Dean had them go back to his place which was only two and a half blocks back to take his car. When Castiel saw what was in the garage his mouth fell open. "This is yours?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yup." He popped the "p" at the end of the word. "A '67 Chevy Impala with the original engine." Dean asked him to wait outside the garage while he pulled out, less of a chance of getting scratched, he said because it's such tight quarters on the passenger side. Castiel agreed and waited outside of him. He wasn't phased by Dean claiming he might scratch the car, it's a nice car. Even he wouldn't want it to get scratched.

He started the engine and listened to it purr for a moment. Then put it in reverse and pulled it out. He opened his door so he could get out to close the garage telling Castiel to get in the car. Once Dean got back in the car they went on their way.

"This is a really nice car Dean." Castiel complemented. "Do you fix this yourself?"

He nodded, staying focused on the road as he spoke. "I don't let anyone touch my baby. I got this car as a present from my father before he died. I have put my life and soul into rebuilding this thing from the base up."

More questions flooded Castiel's mind. "What do you mean rebuilt?"

Dean was afraid he would ask that. He let out a breath and gave a quick look at Castiel before speaking. "Me and my brother went to visit my parents graves down in Kansas. On the way back he was looking at news from California, where he went to school but he was coming up here to South Dakota for his spring break to spend time with me and Bobby. I wasn't looking close enough to the road and a drunk driver veered right into my lane and made a head on collision, Sammy was died later that night and that was the last time I had laughed. Until today." He smiled over at the man. "The crash was so bad that I spent months rebuilding this thing. That's why it is my baby."

He understood how important this car was to Dean but he wondered why he was so special as to a broken man, how could he put a smile on that face and give that a voice a happy ring to it. "Why until today?"

Dean gave a knowing smile. "You remind me of my brother; all the questions and your personality. It's so free and open, absorbing any information. Always eager to learn new things. You're just comfortable to be around." He admitted, he didn't want to say so much but the words just flew out of his mouth. He couldn't stop them, not that he really wanted too.

"I see." Castiel sat in silence for a short while, not speaking until they got to the golf course. "I would enjoy being in your company as much as you need me too. I see you the same as you see me. Let's be friends."

Dean grinned, "What's this "let's" business?" He opened his door. "We already are."