The Impala approached Bobby Singer's house and parked outside. The front door opened and he came out, wearing his usual attire. Blue denim jeans with holes on the knees, a plaid t-shirt, a jacket and his trucker's hat. Dean opened the car door and stepped out.

'Dean? I thought you were on your way to Kansas.'

Dean stepped out of the car smiling and pointed to Cas.

'Oh,' Bobby then said, 'Who's this?'

Cas stepped out of the car.

'Uh-'

'A new boyfriend Dean?'

Dean's smile disappeared and he blushed. Cas raised his eyebrows.

'No- this is uh,' He was extremely embarrassed. 'this is Cas. Castiel. His car's on the side of the road up from the station a few miles from here. You know the place?'

'Yeah I know it. Come on in.'

Dean and Bobby began to walk to the door. Cas remained standing by the car's side with his big black brief case against his chest.

'Come on Cas.'

Cas opened his mouth to talk, but then closed it and followed Dean.

'Do you want anything to drink, Cas?'

Cas was looking at a framed photo on the mantlepiece of two young boys standing with Mr. Singer.

'Cas?'

'Oh.' Cas turned. 'I'm fine thank you.'

'You sure?'

'I am sure. Thank you.'

Dean entered the living room and collapsed into the couch.

'Siddown' it's okay.'

'Are you sure?'

'Cas. Sit.'

Castiel sat next to Dean on the couch, but didn't rest his back on the cushion. Dean groaned and pushed his shoulders back.

'Oh uh-'

Dean shook his head.

'Just relax. Right now, you're a guest.'

'But I'm just waiting for my-'

'Bobby's taking the truck to the car. Trust me. It will be okay.'

Cas swallowed. Dean's eyes were killing him.

'Okay.'

'Am I interrupting something?' They both looked over to see Bobby standing there with an unopened beer in hand.

'No!' Dean seemed very defensive. 'I mean-' He looked over to Cas. His cheeks were going bright red again.

'Ahem- are you leaving now? Bobby?'

'Yeah. I'll see you in an hour.' He looked at Cas, who had his legs crossed.

'See ya' Cas.'

Bobby left the living room. Once again, it was awkward for Cas and Dean.

'There's some pie in the fridge.'

'I'm fine thank you.'

Dean nodded.

'So Dean-'

Dean looked at Cas.

'Yes?'

'Is that you in the photograph over there?'

'On the mantlepiece?'

'Yes.'

'Yeah. It's me. With my brother Sammy.'

'You have a brother?'

'Two actually. Sam and Adam. Adam is my half brother.'

'Do they live here?'

'No. Sam's been moving around the country the past few years. He's a lawyer. Always doing cases for people. You know. Adam, well-' Dean frowned. 'Adam's in prison. He has been for a while.'

'Oh. I'm sorry.'

'No, it's okay. It's a long story... so how about that pie?'

Cas gave in to Dean and decided he would have some of the pie that he had made.

'It's my Mum's recipe.'

'Did you bake it?'

Dean nodded. Cas smiled.

'I didn't picture you a baker.'

'You'd be surprised by how many people tell me that.'

Cas stuck his fork into the warm slice and took a piece. He blew the steam away, put the fork into his mouth, then slid it out.

'Mmm.'

Dean grinned.

'Good?'

'Yeah.' He was still eating as he said this.

Dean slid a slice for himself onto the plate and sat across from Cas at the table.

'So do you have family?'

'Yeah. One sister, Anna, and a brother, Michael.'

Dean smiled with his mouth open and nodded. Cas noticed he glanced at his lips whilst he talked.

'And Bobby is your-'

'Uncle. Well, close family friend.'

Dean prepared himself for the 'where are your parents' question, but he didn't hear it. Cas smiled and nodded.

'So how long have you been working here?'

'A few years. A while. Sam's a lawyer now though.'

Cas grinned.

'Wait.. I said that.' Dean chuckled. 'I'm just, happy for him.'

'My sister is a doctor at a Psychiatric Centre... and my brother, well-'

Dean frowned.

'What?'

'He's undergoing uh... drug rehabilitation right now.'

'Sorry.' Dean said.

'It's okay. I'm sorry. For him. It makes me so frustrated. That assbutt!'

Dean frowned again, then grinned.

'Assbutt?'

'It's just something I say.'

Dean slapped Cas's arm.

'Assbutt!?'

Cas smiled and his cheeks went red.

'You're funny.'

They noticed each other's eyes and realised that they really were enjoying themselves. Dean rarely had people come inside the house. But Cas was the exception.

'So is this the first time you've let a customer inside for pie?'

Dean chuckled and took another bite from the pie on his plate.

'No no,' he smiled, 'I've had so many women in here.' He said facetiously.

'Oh yeah? So a pretty woman comes to get her car fixed you let her inside and give her some of your mother's pie?'

'Well technically, it's my pie. I made it.'

'Sure.'

They shared a grin and continued to eat.

'So uh- what's for you in Kansas City?'

'I'm meeting someone. An old friend.'

Cas leaned forward and Dean swallowed.

'Really? Who?'

'Uh, Benny.'

'Benny? Who's Benny?'

'A friend of mine. We used to work together.'

Cas's eyes stayed fixed on Dean.

'Working together where?'

'What is this? 60 Minutes?'

Cas laughed, which made Dean smile even more.

'What's your silver lining?'

'Huh?'

'Why are you smiling like that?'

'Like what?'

'It looks like your face is about to fall off.'

'Ha ha, I'm just happy that's all. I don't usually get company around here. Apart from Bobby of course.'

'And your female acquaintances.'

Dean laughed and pushed Cas's hand away.

'Oh- and hey,' Dean began. 'What's with the trench coat?'

'What do you mean?' Cas replied, smiling.

'You're always touching it. And you haven't taken it off.'

'Do you have something against my trench coat?'

'No! I love it! Seriously. But why?'

'I'm not sure. I've had it for a long time. It was second-hand. His name is still on the tag.'

'Well I like it.'

Cas tilted his head.

'A lot of people say they don't like the colour.'

'Well,' Dean said, hitting his lap, 'it brings out your eyes.'

Cas smiled.

Dean stepped out of the shower and went to his set of drawers to pick out new clothes.

'Dean?' Cas had opened the door.

Dean, who was only wearing underwear, saw him and stepped back slightly.

'Oh- Cas..'

Cas closed the door.

'Sorry Dean.. I- I just want to ask you a question.'

'Shoot.'

'Could I watch the T.V?'

Dean smiled.

'Of course you can Cas.' That was another thing Dean liked about Cas. He was always so unsure of things, and had to ask cute questions.

'Okay. Thankyou.'

When Dean went into the living room, Cas was sitting there on the couch watching T.V. Dean sat next to him.

'What are you watching?'

'A soap opera T.V show.'

Dean knew what show it was.

'Sam used to watch this.'

Cas's eyes remained fixed to the screen.

'He did?'

'I know what happens at the end of this episode.'

Cas smiled.

'Tell me.'

Dean leaned over to his ear and opened his mouth. Cas turned his head to face Dean's. Their lips were two inches apart. Dean's eyes moved down to look at Cas's mouth.

'Look at those eyes.' Cas said, moving his face closer to Dean's.

'I should be saying the same thing about yours.'

Cas smiled but said nothing. Dean liked him. Dean was attracted to Cas. Cas of course could say the same thing. Dean was charismatic, humourous and extremely handsome. But Cas didn't want to find himself leaving this man who was so, perfect. They moved away from each other. Dean smirked to himself, Cas did his best to stop himself from smiling.

As Cas showered, Dean opened up his toolbox and took out each thing that he needed. He heard the shower turn off and it tempted him to go the bathroom to see him wet and with a towel wrapped around his waist. After polishing each tool Cas walked into the work area wearing Dean's ACDC t-shirt and the trench coat and pants he had worn.

'Sorry-' He looked down at the shirt. 'I hope you don't mind, my other shirt was-' 'It's fine.' Dean nodded.

Cas smiled and lifted his head as Bobby's truck came up the drive way. He turned the car so Cas's car was in the work area and parked.

'Hi Dean.' Bobby said as he opened the door.

'How'd it go?'

Bobby nodded and looked from Cas to Dean then smiled.

'It went good.'

'Did you have difficulty finding the car?' Cas asked.

'No- I mean, how can it be hard to find something like this on the side of the road?'

Cas smiled.

'Right.'

Bobby and Dean worked on Cas's car whilst he looked through Bobby's collection of books. They were all on fishing, hunting, and some were portfolios of car magazines. The 10 book collection of fishing guides mesmorised him and he ran his finger along each one.

'Cas?'

Cas turned to see Dean standing there. His fingers were black and his pants were a dark brown at the knees.

'It's fixed.'

Cas smiled.

'Really?'

'You're free to go.'

'Thank you. Thank you so much.'

'No problem.'

'How much will it cost?' Cas reached into his trench coat pocket and pulled out his wallet.

'No- please. It's fine. No cost.'

'But-'

'Cas. You don't need to pay me.'

Cas frowned and put his wallet back into his pocket.

'I guess I better leave then.'

Cas opened his car door and stepped inside. He put his brief case on the front seat. The two others watched. Bobby turned to Dean and gave him an angry stare. Dean mimed, 'What?' Bobby motioned his head towards Cas and mimed, 'Go on!' Dean exhaled quickly and frowned.

'Bobby.' He said quietly.

'Come on ya' idjit.'

Dean looked over to Cas who was rolling up his window like it was a matter of life or death. He walked over to the window and tapped on it with his knuckle. Cas unrolled the window again.

'Yes Dean?'

Dean looked over to Bobby, who raised his eyebrows and tilted his head.

'Uh- listen... It will probably cost you a lot for.. gasoline. So maybe it would be better for you, economically if you came with, me.'

Cas stared at Dean for a few seconds before answering.

'Well. It does make sense. We are going to the same place and I guess I can take the plane to the airport here to drive my car home.'

'Exactly.' Dean said casually.

'Yes. I'll come with you.' Cas nodded and smiled.

'Really?'

'Yes.'

Dean grinned and opened the door for Cas. He picked up his brief case, stepped out and walked over to the Impala, glistening in the sun because of Dean washing it that morning.

'See how pretty she is today?' Dean touched her door and opened it for Cas.

'Be my guest.'

Cas sat on the leather seat, as he had that morning, and put his brief case to the floor. They waved goodbye to Bobby, who had his arms crossed and looked very satisfied.

'Thank you Dean.'

'What for?' Dean began to drive out of the car yard.

'For welcoming me like this. Accepting who I am and being kind to me. You know, fixing my car, giving me pie, driving me to Kansas City.'

'It's no problem.'

'I feel like I should repay you.'

'No. You were sort of repaying me. I've had a terrible day Cas. Well, I was having a terrible day. I've gotta be honest. I don't want to go down to Kansas City Cas. I wish I could tell you why, but I just can't. It's too hard for me to talk about it. That's why I was having such a bad day. And I just needed time to get my head together. I was saying, please God I want to go home. I wanted to wind down for a few hours and sort out my head. And I saw this guy, this miserable guy walking up the road, wet. I felt so sorry for you. And I wanted to help you. And then you do these cute things and you cheer me up. Thank you Cas.'

'Thank you Dean. That's very kind of you.'

Dean looked at Cas, and Cas did the same to Dean.

'You're a good guy Dean. You're not like some of the guys I know.'

Dean's eyes went back to the road.

'The other guys?'

'They're all assbutts... uh... idiots.'

Dean laughed. The drive to Kansas City was going to take five hours, but Cas would make it feel like two.