Okay. I am so sorry. It's been way too long and I shouldn't have gone that long without writing. Very unprofessional of me. We'll just say it was building suspense ;)

I was actually quite nervous about writing this chapter for some reason, I didn't think I would be able to portray it correctly, but I think it turned out pretty decent. Unfortunately it's another short one, though. :c Probably because i was watching Karla at the same time... VERY distracting. ( True Minions understand ;) but if you don't know what it is, I STRONGLY suggest watching it. It's on Netflix. )

But with out further adieu, here is yet another chapter!

Chapter Eleven

Castiel sat at Balthazar's table, staring at the wet ring that the condensation on the water glass filled with rum and coke just left.

"Cas, will you stop staring at the damn table before I drag your ass to the mental hospital?"

Balthazar asked, trying to cheer Castiel up, though he didn't respond. Just like he hadn't been since that night.

Castiel woke up the next morning to find the space next to him still warm… but empty, all the same.

Ignoring the sound of his breaking heart, Castiel had immediately reached for his phone, clicking on Dean's name, heart pounding as the phone rang.

And rang.

And rang.

He finally got Dean's voicemail, but when he heard the beep, he couldn't find his voice to leave the message.

Castiel leaped out of his bed, throwing on the clothes that had been discarded the night before, all the while dialing Dean, over and over again, until he gave up, throwing his phone into the passenger seat of his car, and starting the engine.

Castiel drove like a speed demon to Dean's apartment, having gotten the address from Sam on the way over there.

As he drove, every emotion, every worst possible thought was going through his mind. What if he'd done something wrong? Maybe Dean wasn't ditching him, he was just out for coffee.

As all these thoughts crossed Castiel's mind, he felt tears welling up in his gorgeous blue eyes. But he willed them to go away, thinking that everything was going to be alright, though he knew deep down he was wrong

When Dean wasn't at his apartment, Castiel went back to his motel and plotted his next move. He figured he'd wait one more day, then take a more immediate actions.

After painfully doing so, Castiel waited yet another day. It was torture. He thought he'd finally got what he wanted. The one he loved. The one that changed his life.

Dean.

And trying to accept that maybe it was over, was too much.

Castiel decided that he would call Balthazar and ask him to come down. Balthazar was really his only friend, and the only one that wouldn't mind coming to Lawrence, seeing as he spent a bit of time here as a kid.

He was now staying at Balthazar's mother's house, trying to figure out what to do. It'd been 6 days since their night together, and he'd been calling and knocking everyday, still with no response.

Castiel only had one other option, and picked up the phone.

"Cas?"

A sleepy voice asked.

"Is everything alright?"

"No, Sam, it's not. Dean, and I, we… he won't… Sam, I don't know where Dean is. He won't speak to me."

Castiel said, his heart aching.

"It's okay Cas, I'll give him a call, hang on."

Sam went to hang up, but stopped, hearing Castiel call for him.

"Wait… this isn't about not knowing where he is… it's about not knowing what to do. After finding out about Jo-"

"Finding out about Jo? What are you talking about?"

Castiel could hear the concern rising in Sam's voice.

"You mean… you haven't spoken to him this past week either?"

Castiel took the silence as his queue.

"He went to Jo's and caught her having an affair…"

Sam stayed silent, so Castiel went on.

"He came to the motel I was staying at, and we… had an intimate interaction. The next morning he wasn't anywhere to be found. I haven't heard from him since."

Even though Sam was mainly concerned about the whereabouts of his brother, knowing him and his drinking habits all too well, but he also knew Castiel needed him right now.

"Castiel, you know Dean as well as I do, he's a stubborn sunuvabitch, when he doesn't want to be bothered, he won't be. Maybe he just needs some time, adjusting to his feelings. After a blow like that from Jo, he was just looking for a little attention, he wasn't thinking. Now is his time to think. He can't stay in the dark forever, he has to go home sometime. I'm sure he's just staying at Bobby's or something."

Sam could tell that his talk with Castiel wasn't making him feel much better, and Castiel stayed silent, so Sam tried again.

"Look, Cas, don't think to hard about it. Just do what your heart tells you to do, that's always the best way to take care of it."

After a few more moments of silence, Sam heard the click of the phone on the other end. Castiel was never a professional with good-byes, so Sam didn't mind it much. He smirked to himself then navigated through his contacts to call Bobby.

Castiel stared at his phone a little while, debating on whether he should actually do what he was thinking of doing.

He looked over at Balthazar's slightly confused look before grabbing his jacket and keys, and heading for the door. Balthazar stood, half tempted to go after him.

"CAS! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU OFF TO?"

Castiel almost turned back, thinking that he was going to regret his decision, but decided against it, knowing he had to have the courage.

"The Diner."

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Dean watched the TV flicker in the dark of Bobby's study, taking a sip of the drink he'd been nursing for the past hour.

He'd asked Bobby not to tell anyone where he was, even if it meant lying to Sam. It was really the only place he could get away without having to take off from work.

He heard Bobby walk in, but was too tired to look up. He felt Bobby staring at him, but quite frankly, he didn't give a damn.

"Good God, boy, will you get up off your ass and go do something? You look… well, just plain sad."

Dean couldn't disagree with him, he needed to go somewhere. But the place he would usually go when he felt like this, was owned by his… well actually, he had no idea what they were. Just like Castiel, he hadn't spoken to Jo since that night either.

But none-the-less, he couldn't go to The Roadhouse. He did have somewhere to go, though. Dean thought of the next best place, picked up his keys, and left, grabbing his jacket on the way out.

He'd thought about what he would say to Castiel, knowing he couldn't stay hidden from him forever, but he couldn't think of a single thing.

Dean knew that what he did wasn't exactly the smartest thing. He mostly acted on instinct. He just felt so alone at the time. Dean didn't actually mean anything he did that night, really.

But he had the feeling that if he got another chance, he really would mean it. Never mind what happened, Dean still loved Castiel, he just didn't know how to express it properly.

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Castiel sat at the bar of the diner, starin at his half eaten piece of cherry pie, extra whipped cream.

"Another coffee, sir?"

Castiel was startled, and his thoughts withered away. He nodded abruptly as the nice old lady poured him his 4th cup of coffee. He looked back up to the same place he' been staring at for the past however-many-hours he was there.

Where Dean and Castiel shared their first kiss, seven years earlier.

Castiel guessed that was the reason he came to the Diner. It was his most favorite memory, aside from the first time he laid eyes on Dean, but also his most painful memory, when Dean was taken away from him.

The memory was still fresh in Castiel's mind. Every feeling that he had in that moment was returning. All the hurt, betrayal, heartbreak… it was all flooding back.

Castiel wondered what would happen when he finally saw Dean, knowing that it would happen eventually. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he heard the sound of a bell ringing; the indication of a new costumer.

Castiel looked up at the new-comer, trying to give him something else to focus on. His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw the bow-legged, brown haired mechanic standing in the entrance, eyes landing on Castiel.

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Dean's eyes scanned over Castiel quickly. He should've known this would happen. Dean mentally cursed himself for picking this place to go to.

He figured it was way too late to turn back, so he made his way to the empty seat next to the lonely Castiel.

"Hey."

Dean said quietly, the creaking of the stool almost being too loud to hear over.

"Hey…? That's all you have to say to me? You disgust me Dean. How could you just leave me like that?"

Castiel felt the fury rise up. He knew it would only be a few more choice words until he was yelling. People were already starting to glare. Dean gave them all apologetic looks, before turning back to Castiel, lowering his voice.

"Cas, I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have left you. What we did was a mistake-"

As soon as the word slipped from Dean's lips, he regretted it. They way he said it sounded so harsh… he hadn't meant for it to be that way.

Tears stung Castiel's eyes as they welled up in hurt. Castiel gave Dean the sharpest look he could, showing him how serious he was.

"Stay away from me, Dean."

Castiel threw down a twenty dollar bill on the bar before he stood to leave, almost knocking over his coffee.

As he was storming away, Castiel felt a hand on his arm.

"DEAN, I told you-"

Castiel choked out, tears finally spilling over his cheeks as he tried to wrestle his arm free. It was no use, Dean was way too strong for him.

"Please, Cas… Come by the apartment tomorrow? Please? I just need to explain myself."

Dean loosened his grip on Castiel, feeling confident that he wasn't going to turn and storm out again. He looked down at his feet and flashed an embarrassed smile.

"I'm just not good with these kinds of things…"

Despite everything, Castiel knew he still had deep feelings for Dean, and he had to at least give him a chance. What else would Castiel do? It wouldn't hurt.

And he knew Dean was trying. Castiel knew Dean wasn't lying when he said this stuff didn't come easy to him. Dean was practically the poster boy for people who don't allow chick-flick moments.

"…Fine," Castiel finally answered. "I'll be there after dinner."

He said simply, before turning to go back to Balthazar's mother's house.

Dean smiled triumphantly to himself, feeling proud. The pride only lasted a few moments though, before the butterflies kicked in. Dean didn't have a clue what he was going to say. But he knew who would know.

Dean slid back into the Impala, not even staying at the Diner to have some pie, picked up his phone, and dialed his only real best friend: his little brother.

Sorry if I confused some people there! I had a little hiccup and didn't upload the revised version of the chapter .

Any way, I promise not to keep you guys waiting again like that! But this will be ending soon... like, two chapters, soon! But do not fret, I am about to start working on my second fic, and it is going to be VERY risky. I've not seen another author do this, but I'm going to take some chances. I suggest checking it out, cause I guarantee you've never seen anything like it, and i doubt you ever will! It will be similar to this one, in terms of categories (AU, Romance, Destiel) but also VERY different. So be watching out for that!

Thanks so much for reading! R&R!