Dean slammed the door behind him to his Impala parked outside Bobby's house passing the sidewalks of the quiet street around him. He noticed Bobby was home and happy to actually talk to him for a few minutes at least. He pulled out his key which he found the door opening for him as a red headed woman walked out smiling hair a mess and a sorry look on her face. She almost ran into him, she clenched her purse tight to her.

"Oh! Sorry!" She spat out while Dean just nodded and headed inside turning his head to look at her walking away, she was well slimming, even for an older woman. She must be experienced Dean smirked to himself which faded when he thought of why she was at Bobby's place.

He sat himself in the same place as he did his first night there, the kitchen table flipping through the average paper of crimes deaths and town news that was too ordinary for Dean to handle. He liked the sense of adventure; it gave him meaning to what he wanted to do in his life. He frowned that Cas was the one who made him feel like that. Things can change, he could get used to not moving around and living life a little.

"Where ya go?" Bobby grabbed out the beer in the fridge, twisting at its top taking a few sips of it to take the edge off.

Dean got up to get himself a beer. "Went to a diner, met a few people. You know, socializing." His charming fake smile went though.

"Who'd you meet?"

"Waitress named Helen, I think. Guy named Cas."

"Cas? That angel from the grill in downtown?" Bobby chuckled to himself.

"Angel?" Dean leaned up from his seat, blood began to pulse throughout him.

"Yeah yeah. What they call him, or some nickname I don't know. Rather he's some kind of man loving guy, though I've seen him with a girl a few times. He's kind and all, but really when it comes to takin orders he's some igit."

"Ha. So he plays for both teams or-" Dean looked avoiding finishing his sentence drinking some more of his beer until it was finished. He got back up to grab another one looking back at Bobby, "You knew him long?"

"Well he's been here for, hell I don't remember. Either way, why is it you who's interested?"

Dean set the cap from the beer onto the table setting himself back down the chair. He couldn't honestly answer that, shifting his eyes to the left and right "He- offered me a position."

"He did? Good. You need to get out of this house."

"It's only been a few days, Bobby. 3 the most."

"You gonna take it?"

"Yeah, I'll call him tomorrow."

"Okay, good. How've you been sleeping? I hear you at night yelling and such."

"I'm okay." Dean lied.

He leaned back into his chair. "Bobby, you don't mind if... I stayed, a while longer-"

"No I don't care, this is your home too," he interrupted.

"Thank you," he mumbles drinking the remainder of his beer.

Dean might as well sleep, spending the next few hours at a bar then heading home. He wasn't really looking forward to seeing Cas tonight, if he saw him.
But either way Dean ended up only in his boxers pulling at the blanket covering himself in the darkness within the room. He felt cold surround him completely.

Dean noticed how quiet it was on that street again, he wished he had somewhere to turn.

"Dean." Castiel awkwardly made his appearance knowing his current situation between him and Dean.

Dean took a look at him, wanting to turn away or have him vanish like always, but he stayed.
"Cas. After all that you said, what the hell did you need to tell me."

Cas was up into his personal space, still the tiny bit of distance between height between them made it so easy for their lips to touch. Castiel's eyes never left Dean's lips.

Until Dean had is eyes forced open, awakening the fake reality without a reply from Cas.

"Just fantastic." He looked over at the clock, 11:58 am.

"How the hell?" He got up, fixing the bed throwing off his boxers walking into the bathroom. He took a minute to look at his reflection. Same hair and no need to shave surprisingly. He liked the rough look he had. His eyes were the most difficult thing to look at. Knowing that he had to get out there, facing the world like he wasn't a disappointment enough.

The hot water shower pulled over him shutting his eyes thinking of Cas. His smile made him warmer than the steam filling the room. He remembered to call him for he was going to take the job today.

"Yes. Yes. Be there in five minutes." Dean hung up from talking to Cas. Or…not his Cas. He didn't even know anymore.

He soon pulled into the driveway of Heaven's Grill making Dean roll his eyes. He straightened his clean button up and new shoes to look decent. Walking past the few cars looking over to see Cas taking down the Help Wanted sign. Cas grinned at him, and the knot in Dean's stomach formed again.

He was wearing a thin blue apron. Underneath a white button up dress shirt that fit him perfectly. Dean nodded at him throwing his keys into his pocket. "Excited you took the offer." His lovely smile grew larger.

"Trust me, I am too." They entered the shop noticing the girl called Gabe was there. She had short brown hair and high cheekbones, curvy but yet thin and very young. Dressed in a vest and black dress shoes. She looked well dressed, for working at a sandwich shop. He reached for his "Hey Cas!" She smirked at Dean. "Who's your friend?"
"He's new. Why don't you help Gabe take these salt and pepper boxes in from outside? She could show you around." Cas said beginning to cook up an order.

Dean wasn't used to this, working and making food. But he could try. "Sure." He followed her out back to carry in the boxes. He was pointed on what the special was, where to put this and that. What people usually come in and he actually liked this Gabe girl. She was kind at heart, and full of surprises. She enjoyed music and art. She painted most of the Grill, which was colorful compared to the outside. It had the feeling of the Victorian era mixed with robotic western. Like as if the steam powered machines were just invented, and the room had some robotic feel to it with the metal chairs, the gears with oil drips painted onto the walls. Dean could see why people would generally enjoy coming in here.

After a while he began to get to know this Cas too. He was quiet. Not much social except for when he gets introduced or is interested in speaking at the current moment. He seemed bored of life, but showed much interest in Dean for purposely dropping things to bend over to pick them up. Dean couldn't help himself there either.

More throughout the next couple of days Dean has worked at the grill. He began to wonder why it was even called that in the first place. Until he realized that Cas had a thing for angels. He had taken his shirt off to reveal his angel wings tattoo spread across his back in full detail. Dean had to touch it, his tanned skin felt warm at the touch. Cas turning around shirtless making Dean pull back. He noticed another tattoo that read My Angel above his right bicep. Dean squinted at it looking at Cas. Cas' face felt full of shame knowing it wasn't the time to tell him where that one came from. Dean now knows why people call him angel, because he's the angel of the town. The cutest one, nicest one who watches over everyone big or small he had the heart to. He wasn't much of being religious it seemed, but it was something about him that just screamed he was hiding something. Dean craved to know that week, but he also knew it will take time before he would tell him something like his entire life story. Whatever he had to say about that tattoo. The way he looked at Dean, made his heart ache. His forehead sweat. He just didn't have words to say anything at all, so he looked at him long and looked away without saying a word. Which could make Cas feel as if Dean doesn't have interest in him. Not like Dean was wondering the same.

Still every night that week not a single dream. Cas hasn't said a word to Dean since that night he was forced awake, again. Dean tossed and turned a few times, but he slept through the darkness still awaiting his answer.

Until next chapter my loves. (Sorry for any errors, Wrote this quickly because I've been lacking and I apologize!)