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Castiel was spinning around the dancefloor with Hannah and actually enjoying himself. He knew he shouldn't be, but it felt familiar. It was nice. Much like being home. It was nice to visit, but the reality was that this wasn't where he belonged anymore. Hannah seemed to be happy as well. She even laid her head on Castiel's chest.

"I have missed you." She whispered. Castiel stiffened. Of all the things he had expected her to say, that was not one of them.

"Let's not forget who left who." Castiel really didn't want to talk about that point in his life. He was over it. He wasn't sure he would ever get over it when it happened, but now he had and he was okay with it. Hannah picked her head up from his chest and met his eyes.

"I made a mistake." Castiel stared at her, hard. She was trying to get sympathy from him, but it wasn't going to work.

"Obviously. Hannah, you left our home in the middle of the afternoon without so much as a face to face conversation about what we should do. Did you not think that I should have been involved in the decision to end our engagement and call off the wedding?" Hannah looked down for a moment and then back up at Castiel.

"I'm sorry, I just got scared. We were always in bad moods towards each other and I thought you wanted out."

"I wanted us to talk about our relationship. You thought the answer was running away, apparently." Castiel was in no mood for this. She had had five years to contact him and she was just now saying all of this?

"Castiel, I wanted to talk to you, but by the time I had come to my senses you had left, and nobody would tell me where you'd gone." Now Castiel knew that she was lying. His mother would have told her anything she wanted to know.

"Are you sure you're not just jealous because I have a new person in my life?" Castiel had suddenly realized that they weren't dancing anymore. He no longer had his arms around her, but she still had her arms around his neck. It felt odd. Why had he thought this to be a good idea, again? Hannah rolled her eyes.

"Are you two really a couple? Your mother seems to think that this is all a show so that you could win me back. I think that's incredibly sweet, and..."

"My mother knows nothing. Dean and I have been dating for three months. He..."

"You have not. Michael seems to agree with your mother, by the way. This all seems like some sort of ruse to make it seem like you're over me. If you're not, that's great. You can come home and we could all be happy again. Your mother and father would love for you to come home." Castiel reached back and unwound Hannah's hands. This had been the last straw.

"Hannah, believe what my mother says if you want, but I am telling you right now that I am incredibly happy with my life in Chicago. I am incredibly happy with Dean, and my job, and my house. I know that may sound absurd for everybody, but if you all can't accept that then just stay out of my life. Simple as that." Hannah looked like she was about to say something, but Bess had appeared out of nowhere.

"Castiel! Dance with me, please?" Castiel smiled at her.

"It would be my pleasure." Castiel nodded to Hannah. "Hannah, it was nice to see you again." Hannah didn't respond, but Castiel didn't care. He offered Bess his arm, she took it, and the two went to a different part of the dancefloor.

"You looked like you needed some rescuing." Bess whispered. Castiel nodded.

"You have no idea. Five years later and now she wants to fix our relationship." Bess bit her bottom lip.

"I know, she mentioned that after seeing you with Dean last night. I think she was...I don't know...guessing you'd still want her?" Bess' word choice was odd, Castiel thought.

"Guessing? Not hoping?" Bess gave a small, humorless chuckle.

"Honey, look around, most of the people that made it from high school are married with kids. You and Hannah were supposed to beat all of us down the aisle. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you guys didn't, but..." Castiel cocked an eyebrow.

"Why are you glad?" Bess gave Castiel a bright smile.

"Well, because you and Dean just might be one of the happiest couples I've ever seen. If you and Hannah had gotten married, oh sure you would've been mostly happy, but there would've been something missing. I know that I haven't been around you and Dean a lot, but I was around you and Hannah all the time, and you two, you and Dean, just...work better." Castiel gave a lopsided grin, his best Dean impression.

"Thanks, Bess. I think I needed to hear that." That was the truth. Castiel knew that he and Dean should at least give it a try. Maybe they could take it slower than they had. Not having to jump into a three-month relationship. But dates, and coffee, and falling asleep in front of the TV because they both had had long days, leading to cuddling in the bed because they both were too tired to take it any further. But then, oh then, there would be the nights like Castiel had dreamed about. Where their kisses weren't interrupted by dads or brothers, and they could enjoy each other.

"You okay, Castiel?" Castiel realized that he hadn't been paying attention to what Bess had just said.

"Yes, sorry, you were saying?" Bess beamed.

"Just that I know this was hard for you and I am so happy that you made it home, for me." Castiel leaned in and gave Bess a kiss on the cheek as the song ended.

"Me too." A man that Castiel did not know came to cut in and Castiel gave Bess a hug before walking back to his table. He noticed that the table was empty, so he glanced up at the bar. He saw Gabriel, but no Dean. Maybe he was in the bathroom? Castiel started walking to the bar, but was cut off by his mother.

"Sweetie, will you dance with me? I've already danced with your father and brothers, it's your turn." Castiel smiled stiffly. He knew his mother had had a little too much champagne.

"I would love to, but I need to find Dean first."

"Oh, he just ran outside. I saw him go out there for some fresh air. Now come on, dance with your mother." Castiel sighed internally and then took his mother's hand. He stayed on the edge of the dancefloor so he could see if Dean came back inside.

"You look so handsome. You and Hannah looked so good dancing together." Castiel rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't get used to it. It was for old time's sake, I believe is the wordage she used." Becky sighed.

"Are you sure? You two seemed to be enjoying yourselves. You two just…"

"Mother," Castiel raised his voice slightly. "I am tired of this conversation. I am with another person that makes me happy and I am not getting back together with Hannah, regardless of what everybody else wants." Becky nodded, indicating that she wasn't going to bring it up anymore. He really didn't want to talk about Hannah, but he did want to know the answer. "Did Hannah ever come talk to you after I moved to Chicago?" Becky looked towards the ceiling, as if trying to recall.

"No, I don't think so." She looked back to her son. "I ran into her at the supermarket on occasion, and we would exchange small talk, but I don't think she ever came back to the house. Why do you ask?" Castiel shrugged.

"Just curious." Once the song was over, Becky patted Castiel's cheek and Castiel finished his walk to the bar, where Gabriel still was. He had glanced over to the table just to make sure that Dean still wasn't back inside. He wasn't.

"Gabriel, have you seen Dean?" Castiel tapped Gabriel on the shoulder. Gabriel nodded and took a sip of his drink.

"Yeah, he went home." Castiel's eyes widened, and Gabriel held up his hands as if Castiel was going to hit him. "Chill out, he said he had a headache and was going home. He's probably taking a little siesta and he'll be back." Castiel eyed his brother.

"I'm going to call him." Castiel pulled out his phone, but Gabriel took it away.

"Let the guy sleep. You had him up late last night." Gabriel gave a suggestive wink.

"I...I have..."

"Yes, you do. You know the basement isn't sound proof and you two weren't exactly quiet. Pretty sure nobody else heard anything, but," Gabriel smirked.

"Shut up, Gabriel. Let me have my phone."

"Here, I'll send him a text, and if he responds, you can take my car and go home. If he doesn't, you have to stay here with me and drink." Gabriel had already unlocked the phone and was typing.

"How did you know my passcode?"

"Your birthday. Not very original, Cassie." Gabriel looked to the bartender. "Sir, two of whatever these were." Gabriel taped his glass. The bartender nodded and started mixing something in the shaker.

"So, how'd the dance with Hannah go? It seemed like you were enjoying it."

"I did for a moment or two, but I was going to ask Dean to dance afterwards, but that apparently isn't going to happen." Castiel took his glass from the bartender with a nod of thanks.

"I told you he'd be back. What's the worst that could happen?" The brothers exchanged smiles and clinked their glasses together before taking a drink.

Dean packed all of his clothes back into his duffel. He had changed into the jeans and t-shirt he was going to wear to the brunch, but there was no need now.

He had never done this. He'd never left in the middle of job, but he didn't have a lot of other options. He supposed he could call Sam, but Sam would probably just tell him to do whatever made him happy. What would make him happy to is go back to that barn and kiss Castiel so hard he'd never even remember Hannah. That, however, was not realistic. He could do what he had control of, which was leaving. He probably would ruin the rest of Castiel's weekend and make him answer embarrassing questions, but Castiel would have Hannah, and that was what was important, Dean supposed. Castiel's happiness. That's what the weekend was about, wasn't it? People being happy, and in love, and...shit. Dean hadn't said goodbye to Garth. Oh well, he could always send a card. Dean hoped that Gabriel would be able to help Castiel see this was better. Dean was pretty sure that Gabriel was catching on, but even if he wasn't, he was good big brother. Dean knew because if something similar had happened to Sam, Dean knew he'd be right there just like Gabriel was going to be there for Castiel. Dean sighed and then looked around for a notebook of some kind. He found one in the desk and quickly wrote out a note before leaving the house, thankfully before anybody got back. He turned his phone off, and took off into the night.

Cas,

I'm sorry. I just couldn't sit there and watch you be happy with her. It hurt. I broke the number one rule of my business; I got feelings for you. I know that's not something you would expect to hear from a hired date. I've been around enough relationships to know when people are supposed to be together, and you and Hannah should be together. Thanks for a fun weekend though.

I left you enough cash to catch a flight back to Chicago, if you decide to come back.

Have a great life,

Dean

Castiel crumpled the piece of paper in his hand.

"His clothes from the bathroom floor are gone, too." Gabriel came barging in the room, and Castiel wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I should've come home when you told me he had left." Castiel looked at his older brother. "I should have taken your keys and come home. I can't believe this happened to me again."

"I should have let you go. Castiel, I am so sorry." Castiel shook his head. He and Gabriel had come home nearly two hours after Dean had left, and Castiel assumed he would find Dean. He had called and texted, but Dean's phone appeared to be off.

"I have to get home." Castiel declared, standing up from the bed. Gabriel nodded.

"I'll drive you to the airport." Castiel quickly got everything into his bag and the two quickly left the house. "Where should we go? St. Cloud or St. Paul?" Castiel looked when the next flight was at both.

"There's a flight to Chicago in three hours at St. Cloud. The traffic would be less there since it's only domestic flights." Gabriel nodded and pressed the gas pedal even harder on their way out of town.

Castiel was spinning his phone in his hand, hoping that he would get a call, a text, anything that would be from Dean.

"So, what did the note say?" Castiel had thrown that in his bag, wanting nobody to find it. Castiel sighed.

"That he wasn't happy seeing me with Hannah. He thought that we looked happy together. That he wanted me to be happy."

"Cas," Gabriel sighed, and Castiel nearly made a noise of protest at the nickname, but decided not to. "Are you sure there's nothing else going on? I feel like that's a pretty piss poor excuse for just leaving you." Castiel debated telling Gabriel the truth.

"I…we've been up and down lately. We had a bad fight before we got up here." Castiel lied. "About Hannah and seeing her again. I knew it was stupid to dance with her, but I did it anyway. It was stupid." Gabriel exhaled and nodded.

"Okay," was all Gabriel said before remaining silent for the rest of the trip.

They pulled into the parking lot of the airport so that Castiel could leave.

"Call me when you get there and let me know how it goes." Castiel nodded and got out of his brother's car. He leaned his head in the car.

"I will, and tell everybody that I'm sorry we had to leave." Gabriel nodded this time.

"Bye, bro." Gabriel drove away and Castiel walked inside to buy his ticket home.