Dean pulled out his phone and texted Cas. "Want to get drinks after I get off work? Need something strong." He was almost nervous for the reply back, but that would be a pansy thing to feel just for asking a friend to get drunk with him. The bing sounded and Dean opened the message, "Sure. Had a very bad day. Need the same" Well, if Cas has had a bad day, there was no need to explain.

Dean watched the clock in agony. It was moving too damn slow to him. He wasn't excited to see Cas, he was ready to get wasted for no good reason. That's what he kept telling himself anyway. Finally the damn whistle blew at six and everyone stopped what they were doing and put the equiptment away. As Dean was headed to his car a man came rushing past him and bumped him sideways.

"Hey, look where you're going you dick!" The guy just turned, flipped him off, and kept moving foward. "This fucking guy..." Dean's mood had gone foul and he wished he could cancel with Cas and just drink by himself.

Dean pulled up to the bar him and Cas had agreed on and got out. He turned and came nose to nose with Castiel. "Jesus Cas!" He jumped backward and had to catch Cas as he almost hit the pavement from the outburst.

"I'm sorry. You look rather pissed off."

"Yeah... Who are we shooting tonight? Jack or Jim?" Dean shrugged and started walking towards the bar. Cas didn't answer as he followed. They both took seats at the bar and Dean surveyed the place. There was a cute redhead who saw Dean enter and was trying to catch his attention with the soft curve of her ass. Cas didn't see him wink at her.

Cas was scowling at the polished wood until the bartender came up and took their orders. They were into shot three before they spoke.

"Some of my cases are ridiculous. These people do not deserve to be defended." Cas just stared at the amber liquid in his shot glass before he finally threw it back.

"Most people don't deserve the air they breathe, but that's how life works." Dean followed with his shot and Cas got up.

"I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back." He stalked away and Dean saw the redhead choose that moment to pop around the pool table. She must have thought this was her chance. He smile in encouragement.

Cas watched as the redheaded female swayed her hips over to Dean's seat. He saw him smile at her and his mood darkened even farther. What did he see in her? He was buzzed and obviously had something on his mind. She couldn't help him with that. Not the way he could. Cas continued on into the bathroom and waited a few minutes before emerging to reclaim his seat. He came up to the bar as the female left. Dean was slipping a piece of paper into his inside jacket pocket.

"Dean I want to show you something. Will you come back to my apartment with me?" Dean lost his smile an little and looked at him warily.

"You gonna tie me up and hold me hostage?" At this Cas couldn't help but smile a little.

"No. This is something I keep secret. You're my closest friend and I think you should know my darkside." Dean looked interested.

"Does your darkside have cookies?"

"It seems it needs to have a lot of sweets." They both walked out and decided to walk. Cas' place was only a ten minute walk. They walked in silence and Dean's curiousity grew. They reached his door and Dean instinctively looked towards the painting. It was a constant reminder of his own secret. Dean walked to the couch.

"No, follow me." Cas walked on through to his bedroom. Dean was wary at first, but he shrugged it off and followed anyway. Cas pointed to the edge of the bed and Dean complied without comment. "Now, before I show you, I wwant you to know that you can leave at any time."

"Damn it Cas, stop drawig circles and show me." Dean didn't know whether his fight for flight sense was stronger. He was curious, but he really didn't want himself to be. He should be weirded out that he was sitting on another man's bed, and that man was about to show him something he was sure was about to change their friendship. He didn't want to know why he wanted to know everything Cas had to tell him. Damn it! This wasn't his jig!

Cas could see the internal struggle Dean was going through and decided that the fact he hadn't run away yet was his cue to begin the show. Cas walked to a closet door and popped the lock. The interior was a deep purple and there were various shelves of leather and metal.

Dean just stared at it all. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact his best friend had just opened up a kink shop in his bedroom. "Cas... I really had no idea that when I asked you if you were gonna tie me up, you actually could." Cas smiled a little, but he didn't move. He didn't want Dean to run. "When I imagined your darkside this was not the black leather that popped into my head." Cas squinted his eyes as if he didn't understand. "Dude, Star Wars reference... No? You need a serious educational day." Dean inched forward to see more. Cas smiled more as he saw Dean look at the leather cuffs with interest. "Well, I believe today has been very long. What do you do with this?"

"That specific tool, or in general?" Cas ran a finger across the various instruments.

"In general." Dean watched his finger move across the smooth surface.

"It helps. I have a somwhat 'God Complex' some would say, but it is not just for me. This kind of theropy help both parties." Dean looked straight at Cas as he shut the door.

"Well, ok. Uhhh, I'm going to head home. I need to check on Sammy." Dean got up and move towards the front door. Cas followed and he couldn't stop him from watching the swagger with which Dean walked.

Just before Dean reached the front door Cas asked, "Dean, this does not change anything right?" Dean stopped and turned. He couldn't help but notice the slightly worried tone his friend's voice had taken.

"No Cas, we are still cool. Thou shalt not kink shame. Hey I like pie. You like leather. There's not a difference there." Dean smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. Cas smiled and thanked him as he shut the door behind him.

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Dean was pulling in when Sam came rushing out.

"Where were you? Charlie is here and she is irate. She refuses to talk to me." Dean quickly gets out of the impala.

ShitShitShitShit... Dean thought to himself.

"Dean, why are you shitting yourself?" Sam asked clearly confused, "Do you know why she's mad?"

"Uh, no." But he had all sorts of ideas running around in his head and they all revolved around a blue eyed kink fest. It could be his paranoia as well.

As soon as Charlie laid eyes on Dean he wanted to turn and run. She pulled him by his shirt into his room. She shut the door and wheeled around on him pointing her finger at his chest.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" She angrily whispered. Dean's look of confusion turned into one of caution.

"Tell you what?"

"Let's start with the fact that you are bisexual!" Her angry whipsers were getting louder.

"What the hell? Charlie, I am NOT bisexual? Where did you get that from?" He put his hands up in defense.

"I saw you Dean. You've been meeting someone. Sam told me so. I was at the bar. I saw you walk in with him, and then that hot redhead with the great toosh, but you left with him. You were practically tranced as you followed him out."

"Whoa, Charlie, that's Cas. He's just my friend. I met him through Sam. We are just friends. I don't think Sam would like me Robin Hooding and Little Johning his mentor. That's why I haven't told him, or anyone else." She crossed her arms and lookat him skeptically.

"I saw the way you looked after him as he got up, and how he scowled when the girl walked up to you. So if you're 'just friends' where did you go when you left?"

Dean pursed his lips. He so did not want to get into this with her, or with himself for that matter. "Charlie, we are just friends."

She glared at Dean, "Fine." She shrugged it off and walked out. He heard her say good bye to Sam. He came around the door frame.

"What did she want?" Sam was looking at Dean as if he was looking for any clue that would say that Dean was lying.

"She didn't really get to the point, but I guess I was able to appease her. Could you shut my door? I'm still a little buzzed and would like to sleep the rest of it off. Sam looked like he wanted to stay and ask more, but Dean shrugged out of his jacket and boots and laid down. Dean closed his eyes and breathed deep until he fell asleep, NOT thinking off Cas.