Sam was extatic when they got home.

"Thank you so much Dean. This means so much to me. Castiel Novak is a renouned lawyer. This is an amazing opportunity for me."

"As long as he's not a creep, and it makes you happy. I know Dad would have wanted you to follow your dream like this." Dean always was stiff when he brought up his father. John Winchester was not a model father, but Sam had only been nine when he died. Bobby, who was like their father had stepped in and assumed that figure when sixteen year old Dean couldn't.

"I'm gonna head to my room. Plus you need a shower. You have pie crust all over your shirt." Dean looked down and laughed. He was cover with crumbs and a bit of the sticky apple filling.

"Goodnight Sammy."

"Night Dean."

/

On sunday morning Dean got up around noon, as was custom for a non-work day. He dressed in his usual dark blue jeans and red flanel with his light leather jacket. No matter how hot it was outside this was his norm for clothes. He looked at his phone and tried to remember where he had put the number to the lawyer. After searching every pocket he finally found it in the inner pocket of the jacket. Dialing the number he gathered his keys and headed towards the only thing his father left him. His baby was a black '67 impala.

"Hello, this is Castiel Novak."

"Hi, uh, this is Dean Winchester. Sam's older brother, I was just making sure that it was ok that I come get the paperwork now."

"Oh, hello, yeah, that's fine. I'll text you the address."

"Alright, Thanks.

Shortly after hanging up Dean got a message from the lawyer. He also noticed that he'd missed a call from Lisa. She handled Dean's artwork. During the weekdays Dean was a construction worker, but he had a hobby he kept secret. Dean was a very talented painter who sold his artwork through Lisa. The message said, Sold another painting! You're Awesome.

It didn't take too long to get to the very grand apartments the lawyer lived in. He reached the door with 21b on it and knocked. He heard something shuffling around and the door opened.

The first thing he noticed was the large painting hanging directly across from the door. It was one of his. There was a canvas cover on the floor as if he just unwrapped and hung it up.

"Hello, please come in. I'll grab the paperwork." Dean stepped in and waited for the man to go around the corner before he went up to his painting. It was a blue based angel in a circle of black smoke. He'd painted it a couple of months after his father's death.

"I love the symbolism. I would actually like to meet the artist who painted, but the vendor said he was anonymous." Castiel had come back quietly, making Dean jump.

Dean just kinda stares at him in disbelief. He reaches up and takes the outstretched papers.

"Would you like some tea or something while you look through them?"

"Ah, sure. tea is fine."

Dean was lead to a large sofa that felt like sitting on a cloud.

"This couch is my heaven." Cas laughed to himself.

"Very soft." Dean was already looking through the papers. All of them were very simple. Something Sammy could've done himself. Dean was confused. "These are things Sam could've filled out himself. Why did I have to get them?"

Cas came back around the corner looking sheepish. He even had a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Well, truly I just wanted to talk to you. I don't have friends, but I thought we could talk."

"So you basically lured me here for conversation?"

In a full blush now Cas nodded his head.

"Well, I'm already here. You kinda saved me from hell today anyway."

"How did I do that?"

"I would've had to help Ellen garden. If there's one thing I hate more than chick flicks, it's gardening."

The conversation bloomed and Dean left about two hours later. Other than his family, Dean didn't really have friends. It felt nice to talk to someone about nothing imortant. Even if that person had a problem with personal space sometimes.