Dean fell to the floor emotionally in pain. Screaming, he cried with his hands covering his face as the tears rolled down his cheeks. He had just tried to kill himself so he could see Sam. He felt low, and disgusted with himself.

Cas walked over to Dean with concern and confusion in his eyes, helping him up off the dusty ground, and moving him over to the couch. Not sure how to comfort him, he laid his trench coat over Dean where he could rest until he was able to talk.

This was all strange to Cas. Feelings, and caring was not something he was used to. He had been around humans too long, and had adapted some of their emotions. Most of it had come from his vessel, Jimmy Novack, which was an instinct of his when ever someone was upset, but it was weird for an angel who wasn't accustomed to such feelings, but he felt Dean was worth it.

Hours passed and finally Dean awoke, but he was not up for talking. He glared at Cas and turned away from him, leaving him by himself.

"Dean." said Cas. "Dean."

But Dean kept walking, and wouldn't speak to Cas. This went on for days. Dean spent most of his time in the garage in which he killed demon after demon after demon. No contact, or words where shared between the two, but Cas stayed by Deans side each time he faced a demon. Dean didn't want him there, and Cas was aware of it, but he had been glad that Cas stuck around.

In the middle of interrogating a demon who called herself "Holly", the demons trap had broke and Holly was on Dean in seconds. Luckily Cas was right on top of her, and with the power that shot from his hand, she fell to the floor.

Dean lied there on the floor, where Cas offered to help him up. He looked at the hand, and got up himself yet again leaving Cas behind.

Cas was curious as to why Dean was ignoring him. Isn't this what he wanted? For me to show? He thought. He begged and pleaded for months, and now he won't even look at me?

He walked up to Dean standing in front of him. Eye to eye they stood. Both speechless, and wandering where this would go.

"What?" Dean finally spoke.

"Well," He paused. "I'm here, like you asked."

"Like I asked." Dean said in rage, his voice quickly filling with anger. "Four months ago!"

"I know" Cas looked down. "I couldn't get to you then."

"What's that suppose to mean!" He was now shouting; his hands where in fists at his sides. He would have swung but he knew from experience nothing would happen if he did.

"I was surrounded by holy fire." Cas admitted. "It was Crowley."

"What the hell did he want?" Dean asked, still with anger in his voice.

"Nothing. He was keeping me away from you and Sam."

Dean took a deep breath, not believing what he was hearing. But there was something he didn't understand.

"Why did he need to keep you away from us?" He asked.

"Crowley planned on killing Sam himself, except he knew it would be better if you did it. Which explains the siren, but he couldn't have me getting to you."

Cas oddly was having a heard time telling Dean everything Crowley had planned. He could see Dean fight back the tears, and he felt bad for him. It was strange; these sudden development of emotions toward someone. He couldn't explain what it felt like, but he knew he cared, and was willing to fight for him.

Silence filtered the room as Dean tried to understand everything he was hearing. Minutes later his phone went off playing Smoke on the Water.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Dean?" Spoke a familiar voice.

"Sam!" He said instantly recognizing him. "Where the hell are you?"

"I'm stuck here with-" But unfortunately Sam got cut off before he could finished.

"Sam? What happened?!" Dean yelled into the receiver.

"Hello Dean." A raspy voice answered. "I was gonna make this a fun little game but I guess that's out of the question."

Anger rushed through Dean at the sound of the voice. One fist was clenched at his side, while his face turned red with fiery.

"Listen Crowley!" He shouted. "I want Sam back!"

"We all want things Dean, but it doesn't mean we always get them."

"You son of a bitch, once I find out where you are, I swear I'll-"

"You'll what Dean?! Kill me? Ha!" He laughed "Good luck with that." The click of the phone had indicated that the conversation was now over.

"God." Dean mumbled to himself tossing his phone to the side. He berried his face in his hands and sat at the edge of the couch as he took it all in. It was him all along. I should have known. He thought. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! He hated himself even more, and with that he could feel the pain in his throat. He thought about how everything was his fault. Bobby, Sam, Jo, his father, and mother. The list went on. It was overwhelming, and finally he broke down.

The room fell silent. Dean growled in frustration as he tried not to cry, but the tears silently filled his eyes and he gave up. Dean looked at Cas, who was standing there before him. More concerned then he had ever seen him. The Look on Cas's face told him he was there for him and that mattered a lot to Dean.

He coughed before he spoke again, looking Cas in the eyes. "Do you think you could get Sam back?"

Cas looked at Dean. The pain in his eyes showed greatly. The love he had for his brother, and how he thought everything was his fault. He didn't want to answer him; his answer wasn't going to make him feel any better, and all he wanted to do was tell him he could get Sam back, but he wasn't sure he could.

"I don't know." He said shamefully. "But I can try."

"That's good enough for me." Dean said as he grabbed his green duffel bag and started packing.

Salt, holy water, his shotgun, and his knife.

"That won't work." Cas advised.

"What do you mean that won't work?"

"That knife, the salt, holy water, or the shotgun. It won't work on Crowley."

"Why not?" Dean asked anxiously.

Cas focused hard on Dean when he mentioned to him that Crowley wasn't a demon, but in fact an angel. A fallen angel that had gone rogue and had rebelled against his father.

"You'll need this." Cas pulled out an angel sword from his trench coat, in which he handed to Dean.

Dean stared at the sword, and then back up at Cas. "Thanks."

"No problem. I'm sure you would have done the same if I was in your situation." He responded.

In that moment time seemed to stand still. Dean kept looking at Cas, and before he knew what he was doing, he leaned in forward and kissed him.

Dean could feel Cas go rigid, his body tensed up at his touch, and he seemed to have stepped back in shock. Unlike Cas though, Dean's heart was pounding in his chest as if it was about to burst. The excitement sent adrenaline through his veins, He felt a bit of worry kissing Cas but the warmth that radiated between the two sent a blissful shiver over them both.

As Dean broke the kiss, he could see that Cas had been a little embarrassed as his face had gotten a bit red.

"Uh-um, I'm sorry." Dean managed to mutter.

"No, it's fine." Cas answered smiling shyly, and grabbed Dean by his shoulders pulling him into another kiss. The softness, and warmth of the angels lips against his, he practically melted in his embrace. Dean hooked his arm around Cas's waist, their body's slightly touching giving off sweet ecstasy in the way they stood holding each other.

This time Cas pulled away, breaking the kiss, looking Dean in the eyes.

But only Dean spoke saying, "I think we should get Sam now."