Sorry, y'all. I was getting ready for Spring Break vacation, and I was running out of time, and sanity. But, as always, I love you all and wanted to thank you for your reviews (3ofDiamonds, rainwolf88, and Applejax XD), favs, and follows!

Dean parked his car in employee lot and walked into Crowley's. Meg was on the phone and looked up at him. She held up a finger to Dean and Dean stopped at her desk.

"Yes, sir." Meg rolled her eyes at Dean and smiled. "Yes, sir, she'll be there. Yes, she's a natural blonde. Thank you for choosing Crowley's." Meg hung up the phone and looked at him. "Some people are so picky. So, Crowley isn't here." Dean cocked an eye brow at her.

"He's not?"

"No, so he just wants you to drop the money off with me and I'll get it to him." Dean clicked his tongue.

"He's pissed about me leaving, isn't he?"

"Well, yeah, that too. But he really isn't here. And since he isn't, do you want to tell me about your weekend? What REALLY happened?" Dean took the envelope out of his back pocket and handed it to her.

"I don't know, Meg. He was a good kisser. And..."

"Apparently great."

"We just hit it off. You know I don't do emotions well." Meg nodded.

"I know, but come on he…" Meg stopped her sentence short and cast a glance over Dean's shoulder.

"Dean." Dean sighed and turned around. He'd know that voice anywhere.

"Hello, Crowley."

"Here to beg for your job back? The answer is no. I've already got somebody to replace you. Somebody younger even. He'll be better."

"I'm sure he will. No, I was just dropping off my pay from last weekend and Meg and I were talking." Crowley gave Dean a hard look. Dean smiled back. "She's got my money. Now if you need anything..."

"Did you get your new schedule for the week?" Meg handed him the piece of paper. Dean took it and held it up to Crowley.

"I do now. Can I go? I've got...company." Crowley raised an eyebrow.

"Company? Not that...Castle person?"

"Castiel. And it's none of your business. You got his money,"

"If you didn't take a cut, I think I should get all of his money, don't you?" Crowley sneered.

"Now that would be a breach of contract, and I know you're a stickler for that." Dean winked, thanked Meg, and headed out the door before Crowley could do or say anything else. He was hoping that Castiel was still okay at his house. He invited him to take a shower, sleep, eat, do whatever, but he also figured that Castiel hadn't moved much. He had fallen back asleep just before Dean left for Crowley's. Dean was going to go home spend as much time with Castiel as possible before going back to work. This was just a simple dinner with the family from out of town. They had already discussed nothing more would come of it. Just enough to get the parents off the woman's back.

Castiel rolled over to glance at the clock. It was just shy of ten in the morning. Dean said he would be back within the hour, but Castiel wasn't sure why he'd woken up. Until finally, he found the source of the obnoxious ringing was coming from his phone. He answered it without looking.

"'lo?"

"You fucker." Castiel sighed. He'd recognize that voice anywhere, anytime.

"Charlie, it's a little early for obscenities, isn't it?"

"Not when I haven't I talked to you in like a week and I have no FUCKING idea what happened to you after Saturday!"

"Look, him and I…"

"No, no, no, we need to talk face to face." Castiel sighed.

"I'm not…available to talk right now."

"Where are you?"

"I'm…um…I'm in his house. He's…"

"WAIT WHAT?! You…I…fine! Fine, but tomorrow, during your lunch break we're going to out and you are telling me EVERYTHING."

"Don't you take lunch at like two thirty?"

"Oh please, the new boss loves me and doesn't know I'm in a committed relationship with the love of my life."

"That happens to be a woman."

"No, she knows that." Castiel laughed.

"Okay then, I'll see you at lunch around twelve fifteen at that café a couple blocks away."

"Great. Just know that I am extremely upset with you and I cannot wait to yell at you in person."

"Thanks, Charlie. See you soon." Charlie mumbled a goodbye and Castiel hung up. He closed his eyes again, but heard the door open and sat up. He heard Dean pad up the stairs and open the door. Dean walked in and laid in bed with Castiel. He pressed his forehead to Castiel's and smiled.

"Honey," Dean whispered. "I'm home." Castiel smiled.

"I can see that, thank you, Dean."

"Do anything fun while I was gone?"

"Laid here. Talked to Charlie. How was work?" Dean shrugged.

"I have another um…job tonight." Castiel nodded. He felt a heat rise in his chest. He knew he only had to deal with this for the next month or so, but that didn't mean he wasn't jealous.

"Who with?"

"Woman named Lisa. Just a simple date with the folks."

"You don't need to meet her beforehand?" Dean shook his head.

"I'm yours until about six fifteen. Then my name is Michael and I'm a dentist." Castiel quirked an eyebrow.

"People give you different names?" The profession thing didn't throw Castiel as much as the name thing.

"Oh yeah, all the time. I've been given all kinds of names."

"I like Dean." Dean smiled, and Castiel smiled back.

"Do you have to go to work tomorrow?" Castiel nodded. "Well, afterwards, would you want to get dinner? A proper date where we're not spilling coffee on each other, or drunk, or pretending anything?" Castiel's grin grew.

"I would like that very much, Dean." Dean pulled Castiel into a kiss.

Castiel sipped his coffee and watched the doors to the café the next afternoon. He was tired, and needed an extra dose of caffeine. He and Dean had spent the rest of the day in bed until Dean had to go. Castiel decided to go home and finally get some rest. He took a shower and fell into bed, barely pulling the covers over himself before falling asleep. His alarm rang still too early and he got up for work. He got dressed and got to work on time. He was asked by a few people how his weekend was, and the wedding. He told them it was fine, good to see family again, and people were accepting of the story. He smiled at Anna and explained to her about his weekend. She seemed happy that enjoyed it.

Now, he was just waiting…

"Castiel! I hate you so much right now that I just want to hit you!" Charlie smacked his arm and sat across from him.

"Ow!" He rubbed his arm. "That was unnecessary." Charlie glared at him.

"No, unnecessary is you hanging up on me and then NEVER calling me back! I want to know how everything went and how he is and what happened so that you ended up at HIS HOUSE!"

"Sh!" Castiel glanced around to see if anybody had heard her. She rolled her eyes as the waiter arrived. She ordered a tea and waited for the waiter to leave before she asked again.

"You need to tell me about your weekend." Castiel sighed and dove into his story. He paused when the waiter came back with Charlie's tea and then continued. He knew that Charlie was eating the story up, and he didn't exaggerate anything. He enjoyed the way she gasped, and widened her eyes, but didn't interrupt him. He finished, nearly twenty minutes later, to a surprised Charlie. She sat quiet for a moment, and took a sip of her tea.

"You love him." Castiel opened his mouth, but Charlie held up her hand for him not to interrupt. "I know you won't say it to him, and probably won't for a long time, but I can see it. Castiel, you've never talked about anybody like this. I've heard you talk about Hannah, but even that doesn't come close to this. You seem happy. You…oh, honey. I think you're in love." Castiel looked down at the table and smiled. Hearing it from Gabriel was one thing, but to hear it from his best friend, one of the very few people that he had opened up to since moving to Chicago, was different. It really made him think. Of course, she was right, Castiel wasn't going to say anything, but there was a good chance that, if things went well tonight, he would be with Dean for a long time.

"I am happy, in love? I'm not sure, but I am happy." Castiel finished his coffee and placed money on the table for his coffee, Charlie's tea, and a tip. "However, I need to get back to work." Charlie nodded and drained her tea.

"Me too, I was showing the pictures from ComicCon at work, and people said that Dorothy and I looked super cute so the new boss knows and won't let me slack off anymore." Castiel laughed.

"We need to get together for that too!"

"What about tonight?" Castiel smiled and shook his head.

"I have a date tonight." Charlie squealed and clapped her hands.

"Oh, that's WONDERFUL! Have fun! We'll figure something else out." Charlie gave Castiel a kiss on the cheek before waving at him. "See you later!" Castiel smiled and waved to her. He followed her out and started walking the opposite direction of her to get back to work.

Back at work, Castiel saw that he had a new email. From Bess. Shit. How could Castiel had forgotten to call her?

"Castiel,

I hope everything is okay! Gabriel said that something happened to Dean's uncle, so you guys had to leave. I'm so sorry, but let me know! I loved that you could make it home for our big day and that you and Dean were here. I really hope that everything is okay and I would love to see you guys again soon! Email or call or text or whatever!

Love,

Bess Fitzgerald"

Castiel figured that he could call her back on his way home from work. He did, and explained everything (well, made up something about Bobby getting into an accident). Bess was very understanding and told Castiel to give Dean her condolences. She offered Castiel another weekend up to Wisconsin, and Castiel told her they would think about it.

Dean pulled at his tie, trying to make it comfortable. He wore ties all the time for work, so when he was at home, he tried to never wear them. This was different, though. This was a date with Castiel. Dean was planning the date, which was something that he hadn't done for a long time. Castiel had asked what to wear, and Dean had told him to dress up. They were going to a restaurant that Dean knew the chef at, and had been promised a reservation. It was a newer restaurant, so they were often busy, but sometimes, dating around town all the time had its advantages. Dean checked his clock on the wall, and decided he should go if they were going to be on time. Dean grabbed his car keys and walked out.

He picked up Castiel just before six, and their reservations were at six fifteen. Castiel was wearing something similar to what he had worn to the wedding, and Dean didn't want to take his eyes off of him.

"Wow, you look great, Cas." Dean smiled as Castiel opened the door. Castiel beamed back.

"Thank you, Dean. You look very well yourself." They had begun walking to Dean's car. Dean opened the passenger side door and Castiel slid inside. Dean walked around the other side and got inside.

"So, how was work today?" Castiel shrugged.

"It was fine, told everybody about the wedding, they seemed happy I had a good time."

"Good, and did you tell them about, ya know, us?" Dean glanced over before back to the road. Castiel was quiet. He hadn't told anybody. "I'm not going to be mad, I just wanted to know."

"No, I didn't. I didn't know how to explain it." Dean shook his head.

"Cas, it's fine. We can explain it to people when we're ready." Castiel liked that about Dean. Dean was making sure that he was being taken care of.

They made it to their reservations on time, and were seated. The valet almost wasn't allowed to take Dean's car, but Castiel made him hand over his keys so they could get inside. Once inside and at their table, the two fell into easy conversation. Castiel filled Dean in on his day of work. Dean told Castiel about his meetings with some of his clients. He didn't go into detail, but Castiel asked what he thought were the right questions. Dean smiled and answered them all.

"So, can I ask you something?" Castiel took a sip of his whiskey, which he had acquired a taste for over the weekend.

"Of course," Dean replied.

"The night that we were supposed to meet, and you cancelled on me, why did you cancel on me?"

"Oh," Dean took a drink and looked at Castiel across the table. "To be honest? I got a call from my brother. He'd gotten broken up with by his horrible girlfriend, Ruby. Nobody liked her, but Sam was always kind of the rebel, believe it or not. He needed me, so I'm really sorry that I did, but if we're going to be together, you should know that he comes first." Castiel nodded. For some reason, he felt this had been very difficult for Dean to confess.

"That's good to know. Thank you for sharing that." The rest of the night was easy. The two had good conversation and they were done eating, Dean stood up and pulled the chair out for Castiel. The two walked back, hand-in-hand, to the valet stand. Dean finally got his car back, and they drove back to Castiel's. Dean walked Castiel up to his door and the two smiled.

"Well, Cas, I…I want to come inside, but I also want us to take this dating thing more seriously. And, if it's okay with you, I'd like to take it slower, and just give you a kiss goodnight." Dean leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to Castiel's lips. Castiel kissed him back, and just when he wanted to push it further, Dean pulled back with a smile.

"Damn it, Cas. You might be the death of me someday."

"As long as that day is far, far away." Castiel pressed his lips to Dean's once more.