Thank you for those who kept on reading. Much appreciate any advice you give me as well, trust me it helps me a lot!
Probably sick of hearing this, but Happy New Year~
(Sorry I was a tad late, I'll be posting more chapters soon! :'D)

No matter what went on between him and Castiel Dean wouldn't let it affect him. He dealt with too much these past years that for once and finally, Dean Winchester was happy. Or that was what he told himself and Bobby. Dean was going to make the best of his life even if it meant never sleeping again. He had the idea that Cas would lie to him, or his own head would for he hasn't had trust in himself for the longest of time. He will follow Cas' advice of living to treat the dreams as what they appear to be in other people's eyes, which meant that he had the find this Castiel Collins wherever he could be in this town.

First thing's first, pie. Pie was Dean's comfort food, the latest hunger strikes first option, the gift from the gods. There was nothing that compares to a slice of pie to Dean. He would marry it if he could last long enough without consuming it. Dean could probably list a thousand reasons why pie is good. It's great, can't go into a new town without getting a slice of it. He wasn't obsessed over it but right now it was his fix.

The familiar bells chang above the door entering into the town's café a few locals turned their heads to see a new comer into town grinning back at Dean's goofy smiling face. He swaggered past a few tables to sit on a stool next to an old greased up repair man drinking his morning coffee reading the papers. An old curvy woman lazily looked from the side of the counter.

"What can I get ya hun?" Her voice was surprisingly pleasant compared to her appearance.

"Hey, pig n' poke. I'll have the special." He glanced down the long counter stretching across half the diner. "..and a slice of the pie down there. Thanks."

She nodded taking his order to the kitchen waiting a few minutes before she returned with coffee.
"Coffee?" "Sure, thanks." Dean watched her pour it and it was one of his few chances. "Do you have any idea-of uh a guy…Castiel Collins? Dark hair, blue eyes"
The man next to him turned to face him "Castiel? Fixed up his car few days ago! Sure as hell a nice guy, for a strange one."

"Strange? What you mean?" Dean was urgent to find out more.

"He well…he is in rather some mud if you know what I mean. His partner, boyfriend likes to call him. He's the one who totaled his car." The man whispered it softly like he didn't want others to hear.

"You have his number on you? Or his address? I uh-I have a few papers to give him."

"Yeah yeah, he doesn't have a phone. Or maybe it's his partner that won't let him to it."

The waitress spoke up, "see here there is a lot of rumors that this here boy is havin him an abusive boyfriend. No one knows for certain, sometimes he comes around here and he's the kindest mind around here if you'd ask me! I wonder how he'd let a guy like that hurt him. Poor thing." She shook her head watching Dean eat and others around the café.

"I'm surprised, towns like this so…" "Accepting of who you can love free of gender?" "Yeah." Dean swallowed down coffee uncomfortably.

"Well it's not unusual; there are some folk who see it negative like. Can't control what people think." She smiled turning her back to help another customer at the end of the counter. Dean sat and continued eating wondering what this Cas was like, and who the hell would ever hurt him.

A chime came in making it a tad bit quieter in the room. Dean turned around to realize it was Castiel strangely different, but it was him. His clothes looked new, well shaved and Dean could notice a smile across his face that Dean missed. Though Cas was always sort of emotionless to Dean, when he could get a good joke through the clueless angel Cas would smirk that huge grin on his face making Dean feel at home. This Cas walked in wearing a blue t-shirt underneath his checkered flannel that was as bright as his eyes. Dean stopped staring in awe at him to mind to his own business.

Please, don't sit near me, please, it's too soon to see him. "Ahh." Castiel took a seat a stool away from Dean grabbing a paper and looking around. "Nice day to see you here Castiel," said the waitress.

"Mighty fine day to see you too, Helen. The usual." He smiled at her looking back down at the paper keeping that charming look not going away anytime soon. She brought him something rather strange for ten in the morning, a coffee cream and sugar and-a burger. Huh.

He took in the burger savouring its wonderful taste in and looking over at Dean back at Helen. "Mm-new guy?" He put his elbows up comfortably on the table speaking with his mouth full.

"Yeah looks like it! What's your name boy? Common we won't bite. Unlike White Castle here." Helen the waitress said encouraging Dean to talk about himself in front of this Cas? What could he even say in front of him?

"My name's Dean. Winchester. I-i-uh move a lot, think I found home not so sure. Looking for the right one I like long walks on the beach and blue eyes." He sounded mocking smiling so hard he felt his cheek bones ache.

"I have blue eyes." Cas winked at him, Dean smiled looking down at the ground feeling like he wanted to internally scream.

Cas sighed loudly and long, raising an eyebrow from Helen. "What's been goin on at home lately?"
The café grew silent, everyone was overly curious to hear what may been happening with Cas and his mysterious boy. Cas shook his head.

"I'm a free man. Just long night, moving and such. Having the dreams again." He looked over at Dean, this time Dean caught eye contact the instant he said about dreams. Dean's mouth dropped thoughts searching and wondering. Could he know who Dean was or is? Dean wanted to ask a million questions in the silence that filled the room now broke into whispers.

"It's all okay, it's rather lonely but I don't have to worry anymore." He kept on starring down at Dean, noticing his clothes like his leather jacket and button up. So many layers it was like he was ripping them off in his mind. Cas looked back at Helen who had caught him eye balling Dean like it was a dog's first time being fed in weeks.

"So you are sticking around for a while?" Cas awaited Dean to answer.

He's talking to me, fuck fuck fuck. "Yes. Yes, I am staying," he said awkwardly nodding his head. He didn't know why he was so nervous; he never gets nervous like this. He could even tell how nervous Cas was constantly looking at Dean then back at the ground or at the ceiling.

Dean finished eating talking to Cas about how he's been working on cars since he was a kid and how he hated how he was treated at home so he left to go live with Bobby and looking for a job. Castiel raised up his head at the chance.

"I work at a grill, I mean it's a part time family owned thing. I come here cause well best burgers ever is the ones Helen makes. You should come work with me Helen, free burgers all round. My other job is selling radios and I'm decent if you need your taxes done," he chuckled making chills go up Dean's back.
"We could always use help; it's just me Jo and Paige. She prefers to be called Gabe, though. But we call her whatever we're in the mood to call her she's rather wonderful to be around. Job's yours if you want it."

Dean almost jumped out of his seat, "hell yeah, sounds awesome." Dean was already beginning to feel better about what happened between him and his angel. This Cas was softer spoken, flirty and fuck he was something Dean wanted to get hold of. He began getting over the fact he was a guy, it didn't matter to Dean. He was wonderful.

"Here's my personal number, hmm.." He wrote it down handing it to him Dean.

He got up, paid for his meal ripping out a crap credit card that he used at the last motel waving a bye to Helen and a "nice meeting you, Dean Winchester," came from Castiel as he almost tripped out the door.

Dean got into his car, shaking from him. He was getting over the dreams, everything would be alright now. He looked up into the mirror adjusting it making sure there wasn't anything in his teeth placing it back to show his angel sitting in the back seat. Dean jumped and turned around, he was gone.

Dean slammed on the horn pissed. Not today, he wasn't going to ruin his day today.
Soon enough he'll call him and he will- he noticed Castiel leaving the café. The back of his neck was badly bruised, also was his pants rolled up on the bottoms had bruises on his ankles. Now he remembered, Dean did see a few red marks he was sure they were not hickey's and had to be from someone hitting him or him falling. Dean backed out of the parking lot hoping that what he saw was only something Cas wanted him to see, his angel messing with his mind or his own mind messing with him.
Dean drove back to Bobby's, Bobby will clear his head with some chore. He'll call Cas tomorrow about the job, but yet Dean had a feeling he would see his angel very soon yet again.