Chapter 2
Play Along!

The Bunker was silent by the time Sam and Cas had managed to untangle themselves from one another and get back out to the main room, looking dishevelled and exactly like two people who had just had wild sex over the nearest flat surface! Sam's shirt was ripped where Cas had grabbed him in the tussle and Cas' hair was mussed and messy like he had rolled out of bed…or at least rolled out of someone's bed. They called out to Dean and searched for him all over the Bunker, even going as far as to comb the Archive room but he was nowhere to be found. When they had finished their search of the Bunker Cas took to the surrounding town, fearful that Dean would get himself into trouble.

It was commonly thought by the Brothers than Cas could search a town in an instant but it only seemed that way to them because Humans perceived time differently from Humans, and although to them little more than a moment had passed to Castiel he had spent a lot of time and energy on the search before he finally located Dean at a local bar. He landed discreetly in a corner booth of the bar so as not to attract any attention. He watched on as his friend put away shot after shot of whiskey and downed several bottles of beer, searching for that blissful oblivion and Castiel had just worked up the nerve to approach the swaying hunter when from nowhere there came a short and curvy woman with strawberry blonde hair. She hopped up onto the stool next to Deans, hooking their arms together and rubbing over his bicep with one hand - clearly checking out his muscular arms - and Castiel's heart plummeted as Dean turned to her with a grin and ordered her a drink. Poor Castiel had never felt so torn up in his life, half of him wished to stay and look for a way to remove Dean from this whor…huss…This -woman's- arms, and the other half of him wanted nothing more than to fly as far away from the bar as he possibly could and never look back. His mind was made up for him as she leant over and put her lips to his ear, whispering into it to keep anyone else from hearing her. Castiel blew out of the bar so fast he almost lost control of his Grace, and in his moment of hurt there was only one person he could think of to help him…The only person, other than Dean, whom he trusted with his life.

Sam was getting busy in the kitchen, constructing himself a sandwich and bopping his head along to some song that he had stuck in his head, when quite suddenly an Angel collided with the side wall with a sickening crunch. Sam stopped dead with his sandwich poised only inches from his gaping mouth, as he watched a dishevelled Castiel tried and failed to get up onto his feet. Sam was trying to pinpoint why it was proving so difficult for Cas to pull himself up, then he realised what it was that was wrong and the reason why Castiel had crashed into the wall in the first place…The Angel was hammered! There was a strong smell of whiskey pouring off of Cas and every time he tried to place his hands on the wall and pull himself up, he only succeeding in sliding onto his ass again. Finally, after many attempts and a glare at the wall like it was the concretes fault, he gave up and sat with his back to the wall, staring up at Sam…

"Go on, then…Ask me what happened…" Cas snapped, lowering his gaze to his knees which were up at his chest. Sam just stood staring agape at his friends drunken state and finally he snapped out of his daze.

"Cas, what the hell happe…" Sam started to ask but he never made it…

"She happened, that's what! Her and her blonde hair…probably smells like vanilla or something of the like…and has all the right bits in all the right places." Castiel rambled on and Sam gripped the Angel by the shoulders, pulling him to his feet and along to a seat at the table.

"What the hell are you talking about? I thought you were gonna talk to him!" Sam said, completely confused as to what could have possibly went wrong. It was all worked out, Cas was gonna tell him everything and they were gonna get together and be all lovey dovey.

"Well she ruined it all! Her and her breasts and her womanly assets…I'm all wrong, Sam." Castiel said, tears staining his eyes as he pulled at his shirt and looked down at his flat chest. "Why couldn't I have breasts to, Sam…" Castiel clutched at Sam's arm suddenly and poor Sam didn't know whether to comfort his hurt friend or laugh at his drunkenness. It was just so strange to see the stoic and in control Castiel so out of sorts, but Sam managed to hold his laughter for now as he didn't want to upset the Angel. He ran off quickly and poured his friend a very strong and hot mug of coffee, coming back and setting it down in front of him.

"Okay, Cas, I need you to start at the beginning and tell me slowly what happened from there…understand?" Sam said as he sat down across from Castiel, placing a hand over his and patting it gently. Castiel looked at him with confusion and tilted his head to the side.

"You wish to know what happened from the very beginning?" Castiel asked and Sam nodded to him, so Castiel huffed out a breath and leant forward towards him.

"Well Genesis gets some of it right, in the beginning there was only The Darkness…" Castiel began to explain in a slow and simple manner, as if Sam was an idiot and Sam had to cut across him quickly.

"Not what I meant, Cas! I meant what happened when you found Dean?!" Sam snapped and Cas looked hurt and confused.

"Well there is no need to be so rude, Sam! You can be very confusing when you speak…" Cas sighed heavily and took his mug of coffee in his hands, sipping at it before continuing on. "I found him drinking in a bar…"

"Figures…" Sam mumbled and Castiel nodded emphatically.

"Quite. He was drinking a large amount of alcohol and I had just worked up the courage to go over and talk things out with him, like we planned to do, when suddenly…she appeared." Cas' face soured again and he took a large gulp of his coffee, unfazed by the heat. Sam was now even more confused.

"Okay, so who is -she- exactly?" Sam asked and Cas scowled.

"A harlot with blonde hair and a nice figure!" Cas snapped and Sam could finally see where this story was going…

Damn it, Dean…He thought to himself as Cas explained to him how the woman had acted with Dean and how they were probably at some motel now having sexual relations. By the time his story was done the Angel was on the verge of tears once again and Sam had pulled his chair closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"I know there is no point saying they wont be doing that, cause you ain't stupid…but if he doesn't know you like him can you really blame him for looking elsewhere?" Sam asked, trying to keep it as gentle as possible, but when the Angels shoulders slumped and Sam heard him sniffle he could help but pull the smaller man into a bear hug. He stroked at Cas' back and waited for him to stop sobbing before he pushed him back a little and cupped his face.

"Cas man, you need to listen to me, kay? You are one of my closest friends, and dammit you are like family to Dean and I…and Dean is my Brother and a great man, sure he is…but you are both the biggest idiots I know! He loves you and he doesn't even know it, and you love him but are too scared to tell him…You are too thoughtful for your own good, always wanting to do the best even if its killing you inside." Sam paused for a moment to gently wipe away his tears, smiling at his friend…

And Dean came stumbling through the door with Miss Harlot hanging off his arm…

The silence in the kitchen was deafening, and for a moment Sam and Dean exchanged glares while Castiel hung his head and refused to look at anyone. Miss Harlot was too drunk and giggly for Sam's liking, and there was something almost familiar about her that it made him question just how damn often it was the Dean did this sort of shit. It never used to bother him before - or at least he never allowed himself to look at it closely enough to become bothered by it - but now as he watched his friend and brother-in-arms slumped over in his seat looking defeated, he felt anger boil up inside him and he opened his mouth to yell at his idiot brother…but he never got a chance to talk before Dean was snapping at him…

"Oh, I am -so- sorry for interrupting you two(!) Didn't mean to disturb your little moment together(!)…" Dean snapped, almost growling and for a moment Sam didn't understand were the sarcasm was coming from…and then it hit him again, so clear and simple. He jumped at the chance and reclined in his chair, smiling smugly and wrapping his arm around Cas shoulders again, pulling the now confused Angel into his side.

"Oh don't worry about it, Dean, we were just heading out…Cas and I were gonna get a few drinks…we would ask you but you are -clearly- busy." Sam said, now pulling Cas to his feet and walking with him wrapped up in his arms towards the door. He barged past a now shocked looking Dean and smirked over his shoulder at him…

"Don't wait up, kay?" Sam said and winked at Dean before disappearing out with Cas in tow.

Dean was left standing in the middle of the kitchen with a drunken blonde and a growing headache…

"That son-of-a-bitch!" Dean yelled, rounding on the blonde now sitting at his table. "Now what, Genius?!