A couple of months went by with Cas' and Dean's awkward encounter budding into a semi-functional friendship. Sam had started his internship and became closer with Castiel as well. Dean still continued to paint in secret, and debated whether he should tell his new friend that he'd bought one of his works. One day Sam came home super excited about something new.

"Sam, what's doing? What's got you all sparkly eyed?" Sam ducked his head walked around Dean to get to the fridge.

"Nothing? I really don't know what you're talking about. You hungry?"

Dean knew that look. Sam had found him some bright eyed lovely. "Saaam. What's her name? C'mon you can't play me." Sam sighed into the fridge and brought the sandwich stuff to the counter.

"Her name is Jessica, and before you ask yes, she's beautiful." Sam was slightly blushing.

"Wow, Sammy, look at you go. You going out with her?" Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder.

"I haven't asked her yet. Don't give me that look, not everyone can have girls fall at their feet becuase of thier smile." Sam glares at his older brother in annoyance.

"Well, Sammy, you are my brother after all. Once you actually grow a set, she'll be falling in your lap." Dean smiled as Sam rolled his eyes. This banter is what Dean cherishes. He never had this kind of loving playfulness with his father. Sam finished the sandwich and Dean quickly snatched it away. "Thanks."

Listening to his brother curse him, Dean grabbed his keys and headed for the door. He had a plan to meet Cas today. He never knew what they were going to do because Cas was just really strange sometimes. The last time Cas wanted to go do something he took him to a bee farm. The man had literally picked the bees up and laughed.

Dean really couldn't dislike him. If he was being real with himself he'd say that Cas was becoming a good friend. He enjoyed his company more than most other's. Sam had no idea that him and his mentor had gotten so close, and he really didn't see a reason for him to know. It's not like they were some weird couple.

Cas watched as Dean's impala pulled in. He really couldn't stop the excited feeling that spread through him. He knew that Dean was not into men, but he didn't let that crush his imagination. Dean was his first real friend since arriving here. It also helped that Dean could handle and sometimes laugh at his weird ideas and beliefs. He heard a knock at the door.

Going to the door he opened it and said, "You could not sneak up on anyone with the noise of that beast out front." The look of outrage on Dean's face was priceless.

"Whoa whoa guy! My Baby is no beast! She is a very lovely lady that deserves the respect of everyone." Cas chuckled and went to get a drink from the kitchen as Dean took up his usual seat on the 'cloud couch', as Dean called it.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Yeah, beer would be great." Cas retrieved the drinks and sat next to Dean so that he ws angled towards him. "Thanks."

"I thought we could sit and watch TV. I have case notes to go over and I know that you weren't fond of the bee idea last week." Dean shuttered a little and nodded.

"Sounds good, what're we watching Spok." Cas looked at him in confusion. "Oh c'mon, don't tell me you don't know who Spok is... Dude, where did you come from?"

"Obviously I am not from this plane of existence." Dean shook his head and looked through Cas' movie collection.

"Alright well this is the only thing that I could find that wasn't meant for a woman." Dean held up Ghostbusters.

"I feel as though I should be insulted." Dean laughed and popped in the movie as Cas gathered his notes. They spent the first couple minutes of the movie in silence and then Dean couldn't hold in his inherent movie quoting. Cas laughed soflty and stretched his leg out. His knee hit Dean's and he glanced up. Dean looked at his knee and then looked over at the painting hanging acroos from the door. He shook his head slightly and went back to scripting the movie. Cas wondered why Dean looked at that painting so often. Maybe he just really liked it, but Cas had a feeling he couldnt really place that was not the case.

They sat comfortably for another half hour, until Cas could no longer focus on his notes. He kept catching himself watch Dean's lips as he spoke the lines. He caught every small smile and he even made eye contact every so once in a while. Cas put his notes down and went for a drink of his tea when he realized it was gone.

"I'm gonna grab another drink. Would you like another?"

"Yeah, sure, that'd be great. Hey, you got any snacks in there? Nuts, popcorn... pie?" He looked up very seriously.

"Pie? Well, I don't think I have pie, but I do have popcorn."

"That's sinful. No pie." Dean scoffed and returned to the movie. Cas quickly made the popcorn and his tea and got another beer for Dean. When he sat back down it was closer to Dean. He put the popcorn bowl between them and laughed as Dean grabbed a whole handful and shoved it into his mouth. They went like this for the rest of the movie. Cas went to grab the last of the popcorn and met Dean's hand. Dean looked at him frowned.

"Rock paper scicors. Right now."

Cas was confused until Dean brought his hands up. "Oh, ok."

One. Two. Three. Shoot.

Dean lost and Cas laughed in triuph as he watched Dean pout when he ate the last of the popcorn. Suddenly Cas' cellphone went off. It was his office.

"I'm sorry, I'll be right back." He took the call and sighed after hanging up. He had to leave.

"What up?" Dean looked over at him.

"They need me to come in, there's been some kind of issue."

"Ok, well I'll get ghost then." Dean got his jacket and keys from the table. "Let me know when to head back your way."

"Thank you Dean." Cas walked him to the door and watched as Dean's eyes once again found the painting. "Dean, why do you look at that painting so much?"

Dean blushed a little at being caught and shrugged, "I guess I just have a thing for angels." He walked down to his Baby got in. Dean just sat there for a couple a minutes. He really wasn't sure how he felt right now. He had a sneaking suspicion that Cas had a thing for him. He knew that Cas watched him, and he couldn't lie to himself and say he hated it. He really confuses himself. Dean was not gay. Cas was just a friend. Dean saw Cas come out of his apartment in a nice shirt and slacks. He watched as his shoulders shifted as he locked his door. Dean watched him as he went to his car. At the last second before getting into his car Cas turned and looked at Dean.

"Shit." Dean quickly started the car and drove off.