Hello again. So here we are, time for a bit of Cassie's perspective, don't you agree? I hope you like the guest star.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Castiel stormed out of the Roadhouse shaking the image of Gabriel and Dean from his mind and went instead to the next bar on the block, which strangely happened to be a British one. He had been stationed with some officers from the RAF while on more than one of his many tours and they had introduced him to their brand of alcohol, as such he knew just what to order when he walked through the door and was confronted with the bottles on the shelves.

"A large Glencraig whiskey please." He growled at the barman slamming money onto the counter. As soon as the drink was in front of him he picked it up and downed it, nodding at the barman to pour one more.

"Well I was going to say you had good taste in liquor, but if that is the way you are going to treat honey such as this I feel I may have to re-evaluate my opinion." Said the British accent of the man who was sitting on the bar stool nearest him. Turning to growl at him to shut up he was confronted by an older man with brown hair and wearing a black suit and red tie, a smirk on his face. Before Castiel could speak though the British man continued. "You know kitten, if you just wish to get drunk I would recommend the Bell's. It does the same job and is much cheaper and less of a sacrilege."

At that Castiel glared at the man and replied a short "Noted." Before downing the second whiskey put in front of him and gesturing for the barman that he wished a refill. The man next to him sighed and took the filled glass away before he could even reach for it.

"I will give you this back if you promise to give it the respect it deserves. If you wish to vent? I am all ears, or not, your choice, but I will not see you malign such nectar with your base American taste buds, is that understood?" He said in a stern voice as if he was talking to a wayward child. Castiel couldn't believe it, he really couldn't.

"Give me my drink, now." He growled in his most threatening voice. He didn't want to get into a fight over alcohol but this man was trying his patience.

"My, my, what a temper you have their kitten. I think you should try to work on that." The British man replied completely undeterred by his ominous presence. Either this man was extremely stupid or… he was not someone you messed with. Castiel had sized up his fair share of men before and this one, he just couldn't quite put a definition to. Oh well only one way to find out.

"I will kill you." He said in a low and icy voice which usually sent all who heard it running for the hills. Well except Gabriel who, let's be honest, he had learnt it from.

"Yes I'm sure you will. And though many have tried, none have yet succeeded. Let's try this again shall we? The names Crowley, who would you be kitten?" Crowley asked pleasantly still holding Castiel's drink hostage. He could have ordered another but he would not be bested by this…man. As such he remained silent just glaring at the man for all he was worth hoping to make him uncomfortable. "If you wish for me to return your beverage I would suggest you answer the question." Crowley signed when the man next to him remained silent. Did this boy really think he would scare him?

"Castiel." Castiel finally growled out realising he was never going to win against this man. He was without doubt in a league of his own.

"There now that wasn't so hard was it?" Crowley said slightly patronisingly as he returned Castiel's drink to the bar in front of him before he continued. "Now, what has got your panties in a twist then Castiel?"

"My brother and his date." Castiel replied despite himself and through gritted teeth, he really didn't want to talk about it, but he knew that if he didn't this man would make him. Somehow. He was that sort.

"Oh? Is that because said date is not good enough for him? ...or is it because you want said date for your own?" Crowley asked seeing right through the man next to him. Oh he had seen it all before and a lot more besides. And as much as he really didn't care, though this boy looked like he needed some advice. And that was something Crowley had in spades.

"Doesn't matter what I want. He's with him now." Castiel replied finishing his whiskey on his second swallow this time making Crowley think he was definitely making progress and as such didn't comment when the barman filled the glass once more.

"Very true. So what are you going to do about it?" Crowley asked. Time to see just what kind of man Castiel was, oh he had an idea. He looked the principled, honour bond sort, what with the obvious military stance, but you never know, he could be wrong. Crowley doubted it, he was rarely wrong, but it was always best to make sure.

"Nothing." Castiel replied taking only a sip of his whiskey this time making Crowley smirk. He knew that Castiel wanted to once again down it but he was restraining himself, unconsciously showing the strength of his resolve.

"Nothing? As jealous as you are? Now I'm intrigued, are you really that selfless?" Crowley asked in a mocking tone.

"I'm not jealous." Castiel snorted, I mean what did he have to be jealous about?

"And I'm an angel. Please, you don't have to lie to me kitten. I can see right through you." Crowley replied a honey coated voice. Castiel was so oblivious it was almost funny, really.

"What do I have to be jealous about? Yeah Deans hot, but he's just a hook up." Castiel replied offhandedly as he took yet another sip of whiskey.

"But is he?" Crowley asked in his honeyed tone designed to slip through any defences.

"Hu?" Castiel turning to him. What the hell was this man talking about?

"You said your brother was dating him correct?" Crowley explained with a roll of his eyes. Was this guy really that dumb?

"Well, yes." Castiel replied, what had that to do with anything?

"Then he is not just a hook up for him, is he?" Crowley explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world making Castiel frown down into his now empty glass.

"You are not going to find the answers there kitten, believe me. But if you want my advice, become besties with this Dean." Crowley continued when he saw the look on the other man's face.

"Besties?" Castiel asked, I mean really, what the hell did that mean?

"Yes. Best friends, best buds, bff's?" Crowley rattled off.

"Why?" Castiel asked, I mean really what would that achieve?

"Oh I don't know. Maybe then you will be there to pick up the pieces when it all goes horribly wrong? Why else." Crowley replied with a smirk.

"Why would it go wrong?" Castiel asked once more. This man didn't even know Gabriel or Dean. How could he say it wouldn't work out? Even if secretly that was what Castiel wanted?

"Do you think your brother could love this man?" Crowley asked him seriously. The vibes he had been getting off of him told him that the answer to that question was no, but his question had caused a doubt to rise in his mind.

"I don't know, had you asked me that half an hour earlier I would have said no, but now… I just don't know." Castiel replied with a sigh, he might as well be honest with the guy. For all he had pissed him off when he had arrived he didn't seem so bad. Not really, thought Castiel was still wary of him, he had that vibe he had learnt to detect being round his brother, it was one of supressed power. Thinking about it he wondered briefly why Gabriel had never made something of himself with that talent but that was not of any consequence right now.

"Become Dean's friend Castiel. That way you are showing your brother you support him, family is important. Even if they have the thing you want the most. It is important to be there for them, to support them. If you take nothing else from this conversation kitten take that. That family is the most important thing in the world. I should know, I don't have any." With that Crowley smoothly got up from the bar and placed some notes from a bundle on the bar and walked stately out of the door without looking back once leaving Castiel to frown over his half-finished glass of Glencraig which he was now sipping to saviour the taste as he thought over all the strange British man had said. However much he didn't want to admit it, the guy did have some good points and gave him much to think about.