Jo was sat at the kitchen tale flicking through the local newspaper without a care in the world. She could hear in the distant, Sam and Dean playing with the dog and Bobby and Ellen bickering in the study. Jo turned over the page looking over an article about an art gallery opening in California and hummed uninterested when a name caught her eye.

"Oh my god" she whispered softly. "Dean!"

Dean looked up startled to see Jo running out waving a piece of paper in her hand.

"Jo, what is it?" he said gripping her shoulders panicked when she grinned happily waving the piece of paper in his face.

"Read this" Jo said thrusting it at him. Dean gave a frown grabbing it and peering down at the writing.

"Castiel Milton is returning to Sonoma, California to open his very own art gallery in Sonoma Valley Museum of Art this June, it will be open on June 3rd till September 10th"

Dean swallowed hard looking back to Sam who stared at the both of them wide eyed.

"Holy shit, he actually made it" Sam breathed staring down at the article. "He was founded three years ago! Cas lives in Colorado now…apparently but he moves around all the time, he's got dozens of paintings out there and he's…huge, I can't believe it"

Dean dropped the toy he was holding and moved away stalking back into the house. Jo exchanged a look with Sam who sighed folding it up and handing it over to her.

"Dean" Sam called following him into the house and watching Dean ignore him and move into the kitchen stopping by the kitchen sink. Dean gritted his teeth clenching his jaw and picked up the towel drying the dishes.

"Dean, listen to me" Sam said moving forward and placing a hand on his back. Dean flinched away and shot a glare up at his brother furiously.

"Don't, Sam, just…don't" he murmured drying the plates. "I knew he'd make it big one day"

"Well he has and he's coming back here, it's in two days, Dean"

"So?"

"Dean, this is an opportunity here!" Sam said frustrated. "It's been five years, five years of watching you wallowing in self-pity"

"Piss off, Sam" Dean growled shoving him out of the way.

"You need to talk to him!"

"I need to do jack shit!" Dean shouted throwing the plate at the wall hard. Sam flinched watching the plate fall to the ground in broken pieces. They born turned when Ellen, Bobby, and Jo burst into the kitchen alarmed.

"What the hell is going on?" Bobby shouted looking between them. Jo squirmed uncomfortable and moved towards them handing over the news article. Dean stared down at the wooden floors hearing Ellen's sharp intake of breath and the disapproval radiating from Bobby.

"I don't need to go and see him…what would be the point?"

"Because you still love him" Jo piped in and smirked when he pointed daggers at her with his eyes.

"I don't"

"Dean…" Sam said with a frown.

"You have no idea how I feel! I don't love him and it's been five years…look at him" Dean said walking over and snatching it out of Ellen's hands. "He's successful and he doesn't give two craps about me! He ended it and…well I ruined it, I destroyed us"

Dean looked down at the news article and crushed it up into a small ball and tossed it towards the bin.

"Good luck to him because I don't care" he murmured grabbing Bones lead and whistling at him for a walk. Sam looked over to Bobby who shrugged his shoulders.

"I give it a day" he said grabbing a beer and uncapping it. Jo sighed walking over and straightening out the news article pressing her lips together in thought.

"Fancy going to an art gallery, Sam?" she said with a small smirk. Sam gave a small smile back and nodded slowly clocking onto what she was thinking and only hoped Dean would change his mind in time.

Dean tugged on the lead taking him down the street and towards the top of the hill overlooking the town and let Bones roam around. He settled down on the grass feeling a stab of pain at the memory of him and Castiel but it faded when he wanted it to. The bracelet around his wrist caught his attention and he brought up his hand smoothing his fingers and thumb over it before sighing and looking out across the town. The sun was hot and high in the sky making his skin overheat and he moved back settling into the shade of the tree longing for better company than the family dog.

Unwillingly his mind back to seven years prior to a small memory before Castiel went to college, they broke up, and it was all ruined to dust.

~0~0~0~

"Race you to the top!" Castiel said running backwards and chuckling when Dean shook his head amused at him. Castiel got to the top and panted out of breath and huffed when Dean came up behind him and jumped him to the ground.

"I win" he murmured pinning his wrists to the ground. Castiel waited patiently till he started to get up and kicked under his legs causing them to roll over and continue rolling down the hill till they hit the bottom breathless, laughing, and sore.

"No, I win" Castiel murmured capturing his lips and kissing him gently. Dean smiled into the kiss and pulled away blinking.

"My back hurts"

"That's because we have just rolled down a hill"

"We have grass stains"

"My mom is going to have a fit"

"I'm worth it" Dean teased wrapping his arms around him. Castiel nuzzled his cheek and buried his face into his neck making Dean smile and brush his lips over temple enjoying the warmth and comfort from his body covering his.

~0~0~0~

Dean shifted closing his eyes and shaking his head.

"No point living in the past" he murmured stroking a hand into Bones fur and watching him pant in the warm heat and stare across the grassy hill. Dean felt an uncomfortable knowledge that right now Castiel could be here in a small apartment, hotel room, or living with Eve.

Since his split with Castiel five years ago, Dean scarcely saw Eve who was now remarried and had another child with the man. It hurt more than anything but he occasionally saw Anna who was now nine years old laughing with her friends and rarely came over to say hello. Dean didn't just lose Castiel; he lost a family along the way.

Dean was too busy lost in thought when his cell rang and he pulled it out with his heart in his throat before answering it.

"Hello?"

"Dean, where are you?"

"Sam" Dean said timidly. "Top of the hill"

"Right" Sam said and hung up on him. Dean breathed out feeling his heart restart and mentally kicked himself for hoping for one tiny second it was the person he really wanted but he knew that was false hope. He waited patiently seeing Sam's tall form approach and he whistled to Bones who barked running over. Dean ignored him when he dropped down next to him stretching out his legs and looking up at the bright blue sky and orange sun burning brightly in the sky.

"You know I'm right"

"Go away, Sam"

"No, because I need to make you see sense"

"How? What is me seeing him going to do? Are we going to run into each other's arms and kiss passionately" Dean said with a sneer.

"No, you're going to go to his gallery, see his work, and then you are going to see him and reconcile as friends, Dean" Sam said facing him and pinching him hard. Dean yelped swatting his hand glaring at him.

"You were friends a lot longer than being partners…it was six years ago, Dean, and you're both grown up now! You're not silly teenagers who were too in love with each other to handle it"

"Sam…"

"You have and always will still love him"

"Stop it!" Dean shouted covering his ears and knowing he was being pathetic but it helped at the moment. "I don't love the dick!"

"We're going to the gallery, me and Jo"

"What? Sam, please don't…" he breathed shaking his head. "What's the point? He hates me"

"He doesn't hate you, Dean"

"I haven't spoken to him in years…so much has happened between us and not between us…I'm not the same man I was five years ago"

"That's a good thing!"

Dean shook his head bringing his knees up and placing his chin on his kneecaps feeling a wash of fear at even seeing him let alone talking to him. Sam frowned watching the conflict flicker over his face and moved his hand poking his cheek gently.

"Even if it does end badly…at least you got to see him one last time and even got to talk it out" Sam murmured with a shrug. "Dean, I know you, I know you better than you know yourself and I know that if you don't go you'll regret in weeks to come when it's all over and he's gone"

"Sonoma is big; we probably won't see each other"

"True…but what if you do? Cas must know you are either here or not and he's still coming"

"He probably doesn't even have a choice"

"Maybe or maybe not" Sam said sitting forward. "It's in two days and we're going, Dean"

Dean swallowed flicking his eyes to look at him and away. He knew he was right but he didn't want to face it, he didn't want to admit his little brother was right but Dean was terrified. Admitting defeat, Dean looked over to Sam and nodded.

"Good" Sam said with a beaming smile. "It's time to get out our smart clothes"

"Why?"

"Art gallery…oh come on, Dean, it's smart and full of people who bathe in their millions of dollars" Sam said with a roll of his eyes and jumped up calling for their dog and running out to catch him. Dean sighed deeply lying back onto the grass shutting his eyes and feeling an echo of an ache for the person who used to lie by his side.

Two days passed by and Dean panicked on the very day.

"I can't" he whispered shaking his head.

"What are you so scared of? Don't you want to see him?" Jo said dressing in a slim looking black dress and curling her hair perfectly. Dean smiled looking over her and nodded slowly in appreciation.

"You look beautiful"

"Thank you" she murmured softly. "But you didn't answer my question"

"I don't know, Jo, there's a part of me that wants to so much but there's the other part that knows it's going to hurt" he murmured looking down at his own outfit, his tight fitting white shirt, smart pants, and black shoes. Jo let out a puff annoyed and moved her hands up undoing a few buttons and stepping back to look over him.

"If you weren't my surrogate brother, I would fancy you all over again"

"Eurgh" Dean murmured rolling his eyes when she smirked and giggled. Sam heard the commotion and stepped inside the room and nodded at Jo.

"Beautiful, Jo"

"Why thank you, Samuel" she said in reply moving to collect her clutch and looking between them. "It's a late night showing so…are we going or what?"

"Dean"

"Fine" he muttered. "Let's get this show on the road"

Jo let out a deep breath and linked her arm into his and moved him towards the door closely followed by Sam collecting the cars keys and his money. The ride there was nauseating for Dean who chewed on his thumb nervously looking over to Sam driving the Impala and Jo in the back humming along with the song playing. Butterflies flooded his stomach and he wondered if this really was the best idea. Their last conversation hadn't been the break up, they had spoken once more and what Dean had done was unforgiveable in his eyes.

Cars surrounded the area and Dean closed his eyes when Sam cursed looking for a parking space and eventually found one far down the street. They walked down together, paid the entry fee, and walked towards where all the chatter and lights were coming from. Sam entered first and let out the breath he was holding in and stared around in awe. Dean stepped in after him and stared around at the paintings he recognised and some he didn't. Waiters moved around with palettes of champagne that Jo took with a small smile.

"Jo" Dean hissed.

"What? I just paid a fortune to get in here!" she protested sipping it and spinning in a circle. "Well your little Casanova is a genius"

Dean winced at the stab of pain in his heart and saw Sam shake his head in warning at Jo. Jo grimaced in apology and looked over at the stage with a microphone.

"Bet you 100 bucks he's going to be there" she said nodding over to the stage. Dean looked away and waded through people to the paintings and looked over them feeling a pang of pride.

"He was always so talented" he murmured with a shake of his head. "Always smelled of paint somehow…he could wash for days and still have a faint smell"

Sam stood at his side and swore softly. "He's selling these"

"How much"

"Well if you have $20,000 lying around, it's all yours" Sam said amused when Dean scoffed moving away to admire the others.

In the back room of the art gallery, Castiel lay out on the black leather sofa listening to the chatter outside and jumped when he felt gentle pressure on his shoulder. His eyes looked up to see, Becky Rosen, his personal assistant and close friend. She looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, a headset in her ear and a clipboard constantly in her hands.

"You're on in ten minutes"

"I know"

"Nervous?"

"Understatement"

"Your mom said she's coming tomorrow, your brother is sick"

"I haven't seen Luke in months" Castiel murmured with a sad sigh. Becky smiled sadly and shoved his shoulder gently.

"Water?"

"Please" he murmured sitting up and looking at the people rushing around him and preparing. Marie, his makeup artist, ran over and tugged him over applying a bit of colour. He grimaced letting her handle him and nod proudly. Castiel hated this more than anything, he was an artist, not a show and tell to show off, and he hated that he was paraded around.

Becky returned with a bottle of water and watched him gulp it back.

"Is he coming?"

"Not yet" she said looking at her watch. "He's in meetings"

"Great" Castiel murmured in despair rubbing his forehead feeling an upcoming headache. Becky rubbed his shoulders and heard the manager of the art gallery come on and grinned widely.

"It'll be your cue…just get on, say your thanks and that you are looking forward to these many weeks of promoting yourself"

"God" he breathed sweating nervously. "Okay, I can do this"

"You're amazing" she murmured.

Castiel smirked gently and pulled out the string containing the silver ring around his neck and kissed it gently before moving forward.

Dean shook his head backing away from Sam who stared at him with wide eyes confused.

"I can't do this" he said backing away and moving towards the door when the manager introduced him and he stopped turning slowly back to the stage to see him come on. Dean sucked in a sharp breath when he came on looking flushed and embarrassed like he used to do when he got praise or had to speak up. His hair stuck up perfectly styled but a little disarrayed now when he dragged a hand into it, his eyes shone in the light and he smiled at the manager murmuring a few words to him before grabbing the microphone. Dean held in an inner panic realising he was more beautiful than ever and ageing had done him well.

"Um, thank you for being here" he said nervously looking at the dozens of people in the people who fell into a silence after clapping. "I…I have no idea what to say but if it wasn't for a certain someone in my life I wouldn't be here, he found me and he promoted me…he saw the potential in me. Unfortunately he can't be here right now so it's just me…and I want to thank you for coming to this opening night and I look forward to the many weeks here…enjoy" he said trailing off with a chuckle. Claps and cheers sounded leaving Dean to simply stare at him as he moved away from the stage blushing furiously.

Sam looked over to Jo who nodded edging him on, Sam moved through the crowd edging to the stage and near the corner.

"I'm sorry, sir…"a security guard said attempting to move him away.

"Cas!" Sam called watching him stop and turn startled. Castiel narrowed his eyes moving towards him confused and stopped when realisation hit him.

"Sam" he breathed opening his mouth shocked. "It's okay, I know him"

The security guard hummed in disapproval and nodded letting Sam pass through. Sam gave him a frown and stopped in front of Castiel who stared up at him in shock.

"I can't believe you're here" he murmured and swallowed looking over his shoulder and back up to Sam.

"Yeah, I'm here…you're in the newspaper and how could we resist?"

"We?" Castiel whispered in fear.

"He's here" Sam said with a nod looking back and over to the doorway where Jo was pinning Dean against the door in the shadows talking to him urgently. Castiel swallowed shaking his head and backing away.

"You shouldn't…"

"What?"

"I can't, Sam, it's been too long and I…" he said trailing off and looking to Becky who came over looking between them confused and stopped in shock.

"Well hello, I'm Becky" she said moving towards him. Sam blinked and shook her hand confused and back to Castiel who stared at Becky amused and fondly.

"Just talk to him" Sam said moving over.

"Why?"

"Because it's been too long, it's been five years, Cas, and you need to talk"

"I can't, Sam, like you said it's been five years and there is no point in bringing up the past" he said and moved away to walk out.

"You were friends before any of that, Cas, you were best friends" Sam called after him. Castiel stopped in his tracks and turned to look back at him.

"Remember that? He was your best friend, your only friend, and he was the one who pushed you forward, praised you, and wanted you to be the artist you are now" Sam said with fierce eyes. Becky raised an eyebrow surprised and looked back to Castiel who was looking down at the wooden floorboards.

"Just see him" Sam pleaded. Castiel moved forward and passed him a card.

"My number, tell him to call me" he murmured and moved away quickly. Sam stared down at it and blinked looking up to see Becky staring back at him longingly. He smiled quickly in return and turned on his heel moving towards Jo and Dean still in conflict.

"Call him" Sam said pressing the card into his hand. Dean gaped staring down at the little card in shock; Sam smirked at Jo who eyed him in admiration. His heart kick started and he turned walking out of the room and towards the entrance.

"Dean!"

Dean burst out into the warm night taking in a big gulp of fresh air and looking down at the semi crushed card in his hands. Everything screamed inside of him to ring him but his hands wouldn't move to his cell and he turned moving down the street towards the Impala and sat down on the hood of the car. He stopped and pulled out his cell phone and punched in the numbers slowly and waited for his courage.

The phone rang and he waited patiently for the evitable.

Castiel moved out back avoiding people who wanted to speak to him and the ever presence of Becky. His feet took him outside to the alley wall and he dropped against it. Castiel knew there was the big possibility of Dean still being in California but a part of him hoped not and he was living somewhere else now. He jumped out of skin when his phone rang and echoed around the small space, his heart went into double time when he saw the unknown number on his own phone and answered it hearing silence.

Dean heard the click of answer and froze not knowing what to say or even do.

"Dean" Castiel murmured softly.

"Hey, Cas"

Castiel closed his eyes letting his head hit the wall and breathed out slowly.

"Long time no speak" Dean said picking at his pants.

"I know"

"Can we talk?"

"Aren't we talking now?"

"Yes, but I mean face to face"

"I…I know a little café…its 24 hours" Castiel said shakily.

"I know what one you mean, ten minutes" he said and hung up the phone.

Castiel pulled the phone away from his ear and pocketed it quickly. Pulling his car keys out, Castiel moved down the alleyway and headed towards the black car he was given for his 21st birthday and slid inside it and started her up. Dean did the same and climbed into the passenger seat driving towards the café.

Dean sat in the car for a long moment before stepping out and eyeing up the expensive looking car sitting opposite and knew instantly it was his. He slammed the car door and moved towards the door pushing it open and stepping inside to see a tired looking lady look up at him and down at her crossword puzzle.

His eyes roamed over and found him sitting in the corner watching him. Dean swallowed fidgeting nervously before strolling over and standing near the little table. Castiel moved the cup towards him and sat back looking up at him for a long minute before Dean sat down opposite him.

Castiel fought back a smile looking over his features, his grainy brown stubble covering his cheeks and chin, his green eyes wide open and completely honest, and his hair disarrayed. Castiel knew Dean had always been gorgeous but this was ridiculous now.

"You look good, Dean"

"So do you"

"It's been too long"

Dean hummed moving forward and felt fear, longing, and most of all anger.

"Well it wouldn't have but you know…we ended"

Castiel twitched wrapping his hands around his cup. "I guess this is what it's going to be is it?"

"Well I wasn't expecting hugs and kisses" Dean hissed sitting back.

"I don't want to fight with you, Dean; Sam said you wanted to talk"

"I do, I want to talk about five years ago"

"What can I say to you to make you feel any better?"

"A fucking explanation would do the world of good!"

Castiel flinched and looked down at the cup of coffee. "We were young, Dean, teenagers…and I was selfish. You told me you were waiting for me and I freaked out…I freaked out over nothing and I was scared for you because I had years there and we were so far away from each other. Then there were all the calls, emails, and texts wanting to know everything and I didn't want it…I wrote that letter hoping for time which I got. I didn't end it because I stopped loving you, Dean; I ended it because I thought it was the right thing to do"

"You were wrong"

"I know that…I knew that six weeks after I ended it" he said with hard eyes. It was Dean's turn to look down at the table. Castiel shook his head and looked away from him.

"I was not the only one to blame, Dean, and you know it"

~0~0~0~

Five years ago, six weeks after break up.

Dean dropped against the bar signally for another beer and looked over to the couple kissing against it and grimaced. Since the breakup, Dean had taken to drink, smoking, and endless drives that scared Sam. He hadn't spoken one word to Castiel who responded with the same.

"You look like utter shit, pal"

Dean looked up to see dark messy curls, deep blue eyes, and a smirk added onto his features, he pulled back eyeing him up and down.

"Who are you?"

"Todd" he said holding out his hand.

"Dean" he replied shaking his hand briefly and letting go.

Todd smiled nodding at him and dropped next to him when Dean sipped his drink.

"Girlfriend problems"

"Nope, not my area" he murmured feeling the bubble of his beer froth in his head and he knew he was a few more before he was drunk and on the floor. Todd pressed his lips together and nodded in understanding; he sipped his own drink and smiled mischievously buying Dean more and more beer till he was drunk.

"I fucking love him, I mean…I love that stupid bastard and he does that!" Dean ranted leaning against him. "I hate him"

"I thought you said you love him"

"Thin line, my friend" Dean whispered with a wink and a chuckle.

Todd laughed lightly and pulled back holding out his hand for him. "Fancy going somewhere quieter"

"Yeah" Dean murmured dazed and stumbled after him when Todd led the way. Dean walked behind Todd who said something about him living ten minutes away.

"Why are we here?" Dean said looking over him.

"Fun, just simple…mindless…fun" Todd murmured pushing towards the bedroom. Dean gave him a frown and when his eyes blurred he could swear he could see Castiel staring back at him. His heart pounded painfully and he moved towards him kissing him hard. Todd responded pushing him to the bed and shredding their clothing. Dean was spun onto his back and stared down at the green covers with a heavy head and groaned when he felt warm lips at the base of his spine.

"You're one fuckable man, Dean" Todd whispered. "No one should be as fit as you"

Dean closed his eyes with a moan when his fingers penetrated him and he whimpered clutching the pillow in two hands.

It was quick, rough, and sweaty as Todd fucked Dean against the headboard till he climaxed and Dean followed shortly after with another name on his lips.

"Cas" he whispered in longing and slumped on the pillow exhausted. Todd raised an eyebrow pulling out and removing the used condom tossing it in the corner before rolling away and dropping on the bed. He coughed and pulled out a cigarette lighting it and puffing away amused.

Dean's phone rang sometime after and he frowned moving off to pick up his jeans and fished out the phone.

"Hello"

"Dean?" a rough voice said and Todd pulled back the phone to see the called I.D and nearly laughed.

"Is this Cas?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"Todd, sorry pal but Dean is passed out right now…he's fucked out" he murmured sucking on the cigarette.

"What?"

"Sex, Cas, sex…he's passed out after I fucked him into my mattress…basically but don't worry when he came he called out your name" Todd said spitefully and laughed openly. "Here, I'll wake the gorgeous beast"

Dean moaned when Todd shook his shoulder hard. "Phone call"

Dean squinted looking up at Todd confused and grabbed the phone watching Todd walk out of his room chuckling.

Dean sat up feeling sick and pressed the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Dean" Castiel said in a shaky tone.

"Cas" Dean breathed and closed his eyes in horror. "It's not…"

"That didn't take too long" Castiel breathed down the phone. "Fucking another guy only a month after we split"

"No, no, it's a drunken mistake, Cas, why are you…why are you calling?" Dean said scrambling for his clothes and pulling them on.

"I realised my mistake…I realised I was wrong to end it and write that stupid letter…it took me some time but I missed you so much it was killing me and I wanted to talk to you" Castiel said with a hitched breath. "But I guess you weren't thinking the same"

"No, Cas, it…this isn't me" Dean pleaded. "Baby, I'm so glad you called because I do feel the same way…I miss you so much"

"You clearly don't, Dean"

"This is nothing"

"It is, Dean, you went with him and you let him fuck you" Castiel said looking down at the mattress.

Dean swallowed and breathed out. "Does it even matter? We're not together"

"So that gives you the right to go out and fuck someone else?"

"Well…yeah!" Dean shouted and instantly regretted it listening to Castiel breathe out shakily and let out a pained sound.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have called"

"No, no, Cas, please…this is nothing! A silly little mistake"

"Perfect revenge for me breaking your heart is it, Dean?"

"No!"

"Liar, even when you're drunk out of your mind there is always, always, a part of you that knows right from wrong and this was one of them. Perfect way to hurt me, Dean, and I've even spoken to him…kindly informed me he fucked you into that mattress and shouted my name when you came"

"Doesn't that mean something?"

"No, don't be so stupid!" Castiel shouted down the phone.

"I've already said it was a mistake, Cas, but you ended it first! How can I be in trouble for something that isn't wrong?" Dean shouted back at him.

Castiel closed his eyes feeling tears trickle out. "We're over for good, how can I be with you after this?"

"Cas, please"

"No, I ended it…you ruined it" Castiel murmured softly.

Dean felt like his heart gave out when the phone call ended. He stared down at his phone and attempted to redial but got voicemail, tears filled his eyes and he let them fall unashamed. He collected his stuff and moved out glaring at Todd who smiled at him softly.

"Good time, Dean, really…you're a good fuck" Todd said.

Dean swallowed opening the door and moving out into the night feeling lightheaded, sick, and still drunk from his night out. He moved to the edge and threw up noisily into the bushes and fell down staring at nothing.

~0~0~0~

"We were just teenagers, Cas" Dean said with a shake of his head. Castiel gave a small frown circling his finger over the rim of his cup.

"We were mature"

Dean snorted amused looking up at him. "I recall rolling down a hill with you one time"

Castiel smiled lightly looking away from him and shrugging. "Okay, we were mature children"

Dean chuckled and sat back looking over him. "I knew you'd make it big"

"Stop it" he whispered.

"I did, Cas, of course you're big" Dean said with a gesture over to him. "In every way"

Castiel flushed and shook his head amused. "I thought we were meant to be fighting over five years ago"

"We can if you want" Dean said leaning forward again.

"No, the past is the past and it's made who were are today"

Dean nodded bringing his cup and sipping it gently. "So, what's happening in your life?"

Castiel pressed his lips together and straightened up.

"Before we continue there is something you should know"

"What?"

"I'm in a relationship with someone"

"Oh" Dean breathed and nodded expecting this and expecting the blow to his stomach. Castiel brought out his necklace holding the silver ring.

"More like engaged" he murmured watching Dean's eyes widen in horror and surprise.

"To who"

"His name is Balthazar; we've been together on and off for two years but recently engaged to be married. He was the one who discovered me, he made me like this and he's the reason for everything"

Dean swallowed when he pushed it back into his shirt and stared back at him. Dean looked down at the table cloth feeling an overwhelming feeling of sickness swarm inside of him and he knew that deep down he shouldn't be feeling like this but with the sickness came jealously.

"Just so you know" Castiel whispered at him and stared down at his own cup unable to look at the pain in Dean's eyes he was desperately trying to hide from him.

They sat in uncomfortable silence neither one of them knowing what to say or do now that the bombshell had been let out. Dean's eyes shut and his last shard of hope he held for so many years crumbled into dust.

A/N: My god. These are huge chapters!

Yes…Balthazar/Castiel and Dean/Castiel. If you don't like, do not read. I don't want to lose readers but they are together so...

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