"Hey!" Charlie sang as she entered Dean's room.

"Flowers? Really?" Dean laughed. "A gift card to the pie shop would've done just fine, too, Charlie."

"Well, you get flowers. This isn't your Birthday." Charlie smirked

"How'd you even hear what happened?" Dean asked. "My family doesn't even know."

"Well, in short, I literally heard tons of screaming when I was cleaning on Cas's floor. I heard a thud, which was probably you, and then a few minutes later, Lucifer is walking you down the stairs. So I put three and three together. Screaming plus broken leg plus not taking you to the hospital..." Charlie explained.

"I guess that makes sense." Dean retorted. "We were pretty loud and all and given you work there..."

"Yup." Charlie nodded. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." Dean smiled. "The doctors fixed me all up."

"That's not what I meant, Dean. I didn't ask if you leg was okay. I want to know are you okay?" Charlie replied.

"Do you even have to ask?" Dean snorted. "I'm a fucking mess on the inside."

"And on the outside. Have you looked in a mirror?" Charlie remarked.

"Shut up." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Anything I can do to help?" Charlie offered.

"Hell yeah." Dean chimed.

"Lay it on me." Charlie rubbed her hands together excitedly.

"I need Michael's phone records and I need you to search his email for anything that could be related to those photos." Dean said.

"It'll take some time. Michael's stuff is really encrypted and protected. Really encrypted. Heavy stuff, but I can get it to you in a week." She replied.

"Awesome." Dean smiled.

"Anything to help. Gabriel's told me that Cas is falling apart and won't even leave his bathroom." Charlie said sympathetically.

"Well, get on it, then." Dean gestured towards his leg. "I'm not going anywhere soon."

~ One Week Later ~

Dean stared intensely at the photos pinned to the wall beside his bed. He had been observing them for the past hour. He recognized the girl in the photo from somewhere, he just couldn't put his finger on where.

"I know her from somewhere." Dean muttered, unpinning a photo and bringing it close to his face. "Sammy!"

"What, Dean?" Sam flashed a bitchface as he entered Dean's room.

"I need you to go the gas station." Dean said.

"What for? I already got you food." Sam asked.

"Yeah, I know. I need a magazine." Dean stated.

"Magazine? You have tons of skin mags under your bed. Why would you need more?" Sam scoffed.

"I don't. I need one of those women's health magazines. The one with the blue cover with the pink writing." Dean replied.

"What for? Should I even ask?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"I have an idea about this chick." Dean held up the photo. "I just need the magazine. ASAP, Sammy. Run."

"Sheesh. Fine." Sam sighed. "I'll be back soon."

"Hurry. I know those long legs of yours move fast!" Dean called.

"Jerk!"

"Bitch!"

Sam returned shortly and handed Dean the women's health magazine. Dean gasped and unpinned a few more pictures.

"What is it, Dean?"

"Look at this, Sammy." Dean gestured for him to come over.

Sam looked at what Dean was looking at. He had torn off the front cover and pinned it in the center of the photos.

"See! See! That girl is a model! She's a fake! Well, I knew that much, but still! You see that, Sammy?!" Dean exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, Dean. I see that. Are you going to call Cas now?" Sam smiled.

"Not yet. He won't believe me based off that. I need to call Charlie though." Dean reached for his phone, a large grin plastered on his face.

"Hey, Dean. I was just about to call you." Charlie answered.

"Have you cracked Michael's accounts yet?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. That's what I was going to tell you, but you go first." Charlie replied.

"Okay. I figured out who that chick in the photos was." Dean chimed.

"No! You did?" Charlie squealed. "No way! Who is she?"

"She's that bitch from the women's health magazine. The blue one." Dean explained.

"I knew she looked familiar. Why were you looking at women's health magazines?" Charlie smirked.

"No reason." Dean snapped playfully. "So what'd you find?"

"Well, his phone records say that a few hours before Cas called you over, he made a call to a modeling agency. The call lasted 10 minutes. You're going to like this email part, though." She said slyly. "After the phone call, he sent over a whole bunch of photos he had of you. He wrote what you wear and everything he knew about your physical appearance. A short while after that, he received an email with the photos Cas gave you. It was all staged. I knew that from the start, but now we have proof!"

"That son of a bitch." Dean muttered. "Can you compile all this information, plus a copy of the photos and magazine cover, and give it to Cas?"

"Of course. I have to go. Michael's coming, but I'll talk to you later." Charlie replied.

"See you later." Dean smirked.

"Adios, bitch." Charlie finished, flipping her phone shut.

After her shift was over, Charlie went to the library with her laptop. She distracted the librarian at the counter and snuck back, hooking her laptop up into the printer. She pulled up the files and printed them off quickly. She grabbed a nearby folder and emptied it's contents, replacing them with her files. She put the folder and laptop in her bag and ran out of the room, just in time for the librarian to return.

"I didn't see any trouble in the bathroom. The sink worked find when I went in there." The librarian stated.

"Maybe I was just using it wrong then." Charlie smiled.

The librarian shrugged and turned back to his task of indexing.

Charlie read through the files one last time as she sat outside of the mansion. She checked and made sure they were all in order and self explanatory again.

"Here we go, H." She said to the Hermione bobble head on her dashboard as she climbed out of her car.

Charlie knocked on the door of the mansion, Michael opening the door and giving her a puzzled look.

"What are you doing back here? Your shift finished over an hour ago." Michael asked.

"I know." Charlie chuckled. "I just left my phone upstairs while cleaning one of the rooms."

"Very well then." Michael nodded, gesturing for her to come in.

"Thank you, sir." She smiled and walked up the stairs.

When she approached the top, she knocked on Cas's door. All she got was a muffled 'go away'. She tried the handle and it was unlocked. Charlie quietly walked in and shut the door behind her. Cas was still sitting in the bathroom like Gabriel had said. She knocked on the bathroom door.

"What part of go away do you not understand?" Cas grumbled.

"It's me, Charlie." Charlie said softly.

"Oh. What do you want?" Cas replied.

"I was told to give this to you." She answered.

"What is it?" Cas demanded.

"Michael said you'd probably like to see them. They're just some documents and files." Charlie lied.

"Hm. Just put them on my bed. I'll look at them if I ever come out." Cas mumbled.

"He said it's very crucial that you look at them now." Charlie pushed. "They're very important."

"Fine." Cas sighed, unlocking the bathroom door.

Charlie handed him the manila folder from her shoulder bag and smiled. "Later, Cas."

"Later, Charlie." Cas muttered as he shut the door again.

Charlie stood by the door to Cas's room and pulled out her phone.

D34N.

did you give cas the files yet

Y3S. 1 D1D. H3'S R34D1NG TH3M N0W.

would you stop typing like that? its fucking hard to read and annoying

1'M 7YP1NG L1K3 TH1S 1N H0N0R 0F 73R3ZI...but ill stop.

who? I cant even read half your messages. anyways, has he come out of the bathroom yet

Cas?

no you idiot. big bird

no need to be so harsh. :P and no, he hasn't come out yet. I'm sure he will soon. if he can bring himself to read them. he's kind of pissy still.

what more could we expect? it's cas we're talking about here

XP yeah. cas is so adorable when he's cranky though

so true...so true.

I g2g now, before Michael gets suspicious, or before Cas tries to murder me. Text you later if anything happens.

c ya

adios, bitch.

nerd.

you're the biggest nerd I know btw.

fuck off

:D gladly

Dean set his phone back on his dresser and pulled out a car magazine. Now all he could do was wait and hope.

Dean didn't realize he had fallen asleep until he heard a knock on the door. "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to tell you I'm going out for a few hours." Sam said.

"Sam! I can't see anything! Am I blind?" Dean freaked.

"No, Dean. You have a corvette covering your face." Sam flashed yet another bitchface.

"Oh." Dean laughed awkwardly as he pushed the magazine off of his head. "Where you going?"

"Brady, Ruby, and Azazel are going to the movies. They invited me to come along." Sam answered.

"I hate your friends." Dean scowled.

"After last week, I hate yours, too." Sam retorted. "At least my friends won't break my leg."

"Shut up. They'll just steal your soul." Dean snorted.

"Whatever." Sam sighed. "See you later."

Dean turned back to his magazine as Sam left the room. As he opened the front door, Sam froze.

"Hello." Sam said awkwardly.

"Sam." Cas replied quietly. "I'm here to see Dean."

"I gathered as much." Sam stated.

"He's here isn't he?" Cas asked.

"Well, he can't exactly go too many places since you broke his fucking leg." Sam scowled.

Cas looked down at his feet in shame.

"He's in the guest room. I take it you can find that yourself, Castiel." Sam pushed past Cas and closed the door behind him on his way out. "Oh. Try not to break anything else while you're with him. A broken heart and broken leg is enough for right now."

Cas quietly walked down the hallway until he saw the guest room's door. It was already open. He stepped in silently and knocked on the wall quietly.

"I thought you were going to the movies. What are you still doing here?" Dean mused, not bothering to turn his head.

After he didn't hear a response, Dean set the magazine in his lap and turned his head.

"Hello, Dean." Cas sighed.

"Hey, Cas." Dean sat up to face him.

"You don't have to call me that still, you know." Cas mumbled.

"Call you what?" Dean asked.

"Cas." He answered.

"That's your name isn't it? Why wouldn't I call you that?" Dean laughed.

"My name is Castiel. Cas is only my nickname. And as I once said, nicknames are only for friends." Cas replied.

"And we're not friends?" Dean questioned.

"Typically, when someone throws an AP Chemistry book at you and breaks your leg, you don't remain friends." Cas stated.

"What is it with you and your Chemistry textbook?" Dean snorted.

"I do not understand." Cas's eyebrows knitted together in a matter of confusion.

"You knocked me out when you clobbered me with that same book five weeks after we met." Dean smiled.

"Oh." Cas breathed. "Yes. I do recall. I thought you were a burglar."

"Just you watch. One of these days, you're going to hear someone open your window and you're going to start making out with them and then you'll realize they're a robber and not me." Dean laughed. "And by the way, we don't exactly have a typical relationship."

"What?"

"You said typically when you break someone's leg, you don't remain friends. Well, we're not very typical now are we?" Dean smirked.

"I suppose not." Cas muttered. "I doubt you'd want to see me again though."

"Don't be so negative." Dean rolled his eyes. "My leg only hurt crawling down six flights of stairs."

"Sorry about that. I feel absolutely terrible. I wish I could take it all back." Cas apologized.

"Eh. You didn't mean it." Dean shrugged.

"I assure you, Dean. I did mean it. I was just being stupid." Cas stated.

Dean snorted in laughter. "That's nothing new."

"You're leg may be broken, but your ego isn't." Cas mused.

"Either way, you were just fooled. It wasn't all your fault. Michael's a douchebag, but I get it, Cas. I do. He's family." Dean nodded.

"No." Cas snapped. "Michael isn't family. I shouldn't have believed him."

"He had proof. I didn't. Simple as that." Dean said.

"No it isn't. You were right, Dean. All Michael wanted to do was separate us. I should've trusted you. I should've believed you." Cas protested.

"He's still you're family. Family always deserves a second chance." Dean smirked.

"He's not my family, Dean. You are." Cas replied quietly.

"I'm flattered." Dean playfully covered his face with his hands.

"Dean, I'm trying to be nice here." Cas glared at him.

"You should try and be nice more often. It might help you make friends." Dean suggested.

Cas smiled faintly. "You're a douchebag."

"So are you." Dean chuckled.

"Anyways." Cas went back to his point. "I know you said you forgave me back there, but I understand if you were just saying that so I wouldn't break your arm. In short, I'm really sorry, Dean. Could you ever forgive me?"

Dean sighed and looked down at his hands, folded in his lap. "It'll be hard, Cas. I mean, it'll take time for me to trust you again and you probably me. I won't even be up and moving for another five weeks."

"You haven't met another awkward man-slut have you?" Cas asked.

Dean laughed. "No, I haven't. I can't exactly go anywhere." He wiggled his toes.

"And, I understand. All wounds take time to heal." Cas smiled bittersweetly. "I'm fine with waiting and I don't blame you for whatever you're feeling right now. I don't even deserve for you to not hate me. I mean, hell, at least you have some positive feelings."

"Yeah." Dean sighed.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow then." Cas finished.

"Yeah." Dean replied.

"I'll just leave you alone now." Cas stammered as he turned towards the doorway and began walking out.

"Oh. One more thing, Cas." Dean called.

"Yes? What's that?" Cas asked.

"I'm joking." Dean stated.

"What?" Cas scoffed.

"I'm joking, Cas. I don't need time to heal. I just need...you." Dean said.

"What?" Cas repeated.

"How dense are you?" Dean laughed. "I don't care that you shattered my tibia. I forgave you the second it happened. I still forgive you. And most of all, I still love you. Nothing has changed."

"Really?" Cas titled his head.

"Really, Cas." Dean chuckled.

"Can I, can I hug you now?" Cas asked.

Dean nodded as Cas quickly walked over to him. Dean leaned towards Cas, but forgot about his leg, and fell off his bed landing on the floor.

"Ow." He groaned from beside the bed.

Cas smiled as he climbed down on the floor next to him and laced their hands together.

A/N: I don't know about how it goes with you guys, but for me this chapter came really early in the day. I just couldn't wait until night time. I really wanted to write this. I mean, it's only 5:30 PM right now and I normally work on my chapters at midnight and 3AM. So, here's a chapter early. And thanks for all the follows and favorites. I find it strangely ironic how I said this was going to be a short story and it's like 58,000 words. This is like me second longest story next to that Christmas one i wrote which (fun fact) ended up being 401 pages long, single spaced on an A4 sized paper in AP format. This one is already equal to 140 minus this chapter right here, but still. WOW. At least I really enjoy writing this. :D