Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry I haven't been consistent, I've been pretty sick the last couple days. I'll do better now that I feel better. Keep reading and let me know what you think as we go. :)

Lisa was sitting at the little round table outside the coffee shop reading a newspaper. Dean had opened his door and pointed her out.

"She's very pretty." Cas' words were clipped and Dean almost smiled. Castiel was jealous of Lisa because he thought she was an EX, or maybe someone Dean had been interested in. He would've corrected him, if he didn't want to surprise him.

"She is a lovely lady, yes." Dean took his elbow and muscled him around the front of the car since Cas looked as if he was just going to stand there staring at her.

"Dean, I've changed my mind. I don't want to be here." Cas was getting a look in his eye. A defiant look. One that Dean was sure he'd used once or twice before himself.

"Hey, listen. Do you trust me?" When Cas did nothing but stare at him he said, "She's not what you think. She's a really nice gal, if you'll give her the chance I'm sure you'll be fine." Cas reluctantly nodded, "Besides, this is a business meeting. There's no mixing business and pleasure." Cas smirked at that and straightened himself to full height and marched over with Dean beside him.

"Hey there, Dean. Oh! Mr. Novak! What a pleasant surprise. I wasn't aware that the two of you knew one another." She shook both of their hands and sat back down.

Cas was rigid in his seat, "Yes, I also wasn't aware that Dean knew you either." She glanced over at Dean who was relaxed in his chair and he waved it off.

"So, how have you been enjoying your painting?" Her smile was becoming a little forced the more that Cas stared at her. Cas felt Dean's hand on his knee as he squeezed. Relax, was his message.

"I love it very much. Dean seems to admire it a lot as well." Her face showed her confusion.

"I would hope so.." She laughed a little awkwardly

"Why do you say that? Is there something I'm missing here?" Cas glanced at Dean and Dean couldn't hide the fact he was enjoying this.

"Well, Dean was the one painted it. I'm his vendor. I handle all his painting sales." You could see the wheels turn twice before it all clicked for Cas. He turned to Dean and glared at him.

"You painted my painting? You let me sit here and think I was talking to your female interest, so you could laugh?" Cas was losing the heat in his voice as the relief shone through his eyes.

"I saw that painting and I couldn't believe it. It was my favorite painting, and you chose it. Lisa is a friend and very much enjoys my work." Dean said calmly. He still had a small smile on his lips, "Up until very recently, my painting had been a secret. I told my family and I was going to tell you, but I thought this would be fun too. I'm sorry." Cas leaned back in his chair and addressed Lisa.

"What other works were Dean's? Is he very popular?"

"Well, all the ones in the open galla were his and a couple in the private viewing room were his. His work sells rather quickly. Except the one you bought. I had had it for a little while."

"So, does a lot of his works feature angels?" Cas looked over at Dean who looked to be in deep thought about something.

"No. It was just that one painting." Cas nodded and put his hand over Dean's and squeezed a little. It got his attention.

"So, Lis, what's doin'? Why the whole meeting scene?" Dean was close enough to Cas that he could lean back in his chair and touch shoulders. He enterlaced their fingers as Lisa started her explination.

"Well, my company is investing in another building in New York. We would like to feature your work as our opening artist. The store will be bigger and be right in the middle of an upperclass culture market. We would love to have a few of your larger paintings in the front windows and your own section of space in the open gallery," Dean's face lit up like a Christmas tree. He leaned foward in his chair and gripped Cas' hand harder.

"Lisa! That would awesome!" His face fell a little, "But wait, Bobby said there was a proposition. What's the catch?"

"Well, they want you to start signing your work. They want to set up an official portfolio. We've had a lot of requests to meet you and other deals, but since you're anonymous, we can't help you move forward." She crossed her arms and pursed her lips, "Oh, and they would like some new paintings for the opening. It's not for a couple of months, so you'd have time."

Dean sat and pondered for a moment then looked at Cas, "Dean, I think you should do it. I've seen your work. It's amazing. You could do this for a living. Especially if the New York store kicks off." Dean nodded and looked back at Lisa.

"Alright. I'll start the new paintings. I'll sign the old ones as well." Dean never signed them because his painting had been his secret. Now that everyone knows, there's no point in refusing.

They all sat back and talked excitedly about the new store and Dean got up to go get them all coffee.

"So, Castiel, how long have you and Dean known each other?" Lisa took Dean's absence as her chance to investigate.

"The day I bought the painting was the day our friendship was established." He smiled at the image of his painting in his mind.

"Wow, so when did you get together? If you don't mind me asking." She crossed her legs as if very interested.

"What? I mean, how did you know?" Cas felt nervous. What if she was interested in Dean and was checking to see if he was still available.

"The way he glances over at you. The suble smile you get when he does. You were holding hands under the able until he got up. I'm observant, it's kinda my job to be." She laughed light heartedly.

"It's very new. We are just establishing each other as a partner." Cas was blushing. He felt awkward talking about it with this woman.

"Well, you two make a very cute couple. I never knew Dean was into men though. It is a bit of a shock. That's beside the point." She waved her hand in the air as if to dismiss it.

Dean came back with the coffee and they reconviened, "Talk about me while I was away?" He'd meant it as a joke when Cas nodded, "Oh... Well, what did you say?" Dean took a drink of his coffee.

"How you're my boyfriend." Dean nearly sputtered his drink all over the table. Cas was looking at him with a bemused expression. Dean looked over at Lisa and she was smiling at him.

"Well, then. I won't leave again. Who knows what would come out next." Dean said as he blushed.

They talked for another half hour when Lisa had to leave to pick up her son Ben from football practice. They said their goodbyes and Lisa actually hugged Castiel.

"Let's go to the art store before we go back to your place." Dean said as he got into Baby with Cas.

"Sure. I have a lovely idea what your next painting should feature." Cas giggled as Dean blushed.