Castiel didn't breathe properly again until he was out of the Fine Arts building. He quickly turned the corner and pressed his back against the sun-warmed brick of the building. Deep breaths, deep breaths. The phrase had become his own personal mantra. Never in his life had one person had such an affect on his mental state. Not even his previous long-term boyfriend Balthazar had ever left him in such a condition. He had fled the studio quickly in a frenzied state of panic.

Castiel headed to the coffee shop by the library where Charlie had agreed to meet him after this class. As he entered the shop he peered around looking for the shock of red hair that would signal the presence of his best friend. With no sign of Charlie, Castiel went to the counter, ordered his usual and took a seat at an open table.

He was never one to leave his house unprepared for avoiding social interactions, and was soon lost in his current novel. He measured the time passing by cups of coffee and soon realized that Charlie was about 3½ cups late. Looking at the clock, he realized he himself was going to be late for his part time job he'd recently procured at the Roadhouse, a local bar and grille.

The thought came to him, all too late, that Charlie would have called if she couldn't be there. And of course, he thought bitterly, I left my phone at the studio and have no time to get it. Oh well, the only person that will miss me having it is Charlie. He once more gathered his things, this time checking to make sure nothing was left and headed off to work.

Dean would be lying if he said he wasn't frustrated by the sudden exit of the gorgeous dark haired man. Castiel had left so suddenly with a rushed goodbye to both Dean and Pam.

"Don't take it too personally sweetie," Pam comforted Dean, "That boy's a little on the shy side."

"Ya I kinda got that," Dean tried to hide the disappointment but failed miserably. He could tell from Pam's amused smirk that she could see right through him. So what? He thought bemusedly, anyone with eyes could see how hot that guy is. Dean looked down and his eyes caught something silver underneath the easel. He stooped to pick it up and found himself to be holding what he assumed to be Castiel's cell phone. Dean wasn't one for chick-flicks but he wasn't going to ignore this little push of fate. Pam's smirk grew into a full-fledged smile as she pushed him towards the door saying,

"Go get 'im tiger!"

Dean was ecstatic until the realization hit him that he had no idea how to find this guy. He didn't even have time to really look into that conundrum anyway. He had promised Bobby that he'd help out at the shop for a few hours before his shift at the Roadhouse later that night.

Bobby and Ellen had been friends with his parents for years and really stepped up in helping with Dean and Sam after Mary's death. After John's death all of them relocated to the Bay Area to be near Sam. Bobby and Ellen soon realized their feelings for each other and were married a year after the move. Dean still liked to tease Bobby that he called their union years before, but secretly he could not be happier for his "adoptive" parents.

Dean pulled into the garage and spotted Bobby arguing with some rich looking douche bag. He could hear their raised voices, one gruff and one British, across the garage as he approached.

"I'm paying good money for this to be fixed and I expect it to be done by tomorrow!"

"It's not my problem if you jacked up your car, I've got a line of cars ahead of you."

"This is ridiculous! For the amount I'm paying it should be done as quickly as possible!"

"Listen son, you can leave your keys and I'll get to it when I get to it, or go somewhere else!"

"Fine!"

The British douche dropped his keys on Bobby's clipboard and stormed out to an awaiting cab.

"Damn Bobby, who was that asshole?"

"Oh you know the type, foreign, rich, doesn't know how to control his Porsche. I'm gonna put you on that it won't take too long to fix."

"But you told him…"

Dean laughed aloud when he realized what Bobby had done. Classic Bobby. He walked away chuckling and popped the hood of the silver Porsche. Usually working on cars completely cleared his mind, but all he could think about were those piercing blue eyes. He finished up with the douchebag's car, not feeling entirely bad that his attention was diverted from the car. He checked out with Bobby before heading to his apartment to clean up.

He tried to keep his mind off of the sexy artist while showering. He didn't have time to explore that avenue just yet. He quickly dressed in a tight green Henley tee that usually got him plenty of tips behind the bar and his favorite jeans that hugged his ass pretty well. Satisfied with his appearance he headed out to his baby.

Nothing gave him more pleasure than driving around in his car, his baby, blasting some ACDC. He arrived at the Roadhouse and cut the engine, the music dying out as he opened the door. He sauntered in the front door hoping to give Jo a hard time at the hostess station.

He flung open the door and swept in beaming, "Hey sweetie pie! Your best table!" And then he looked up and froze as he saw the sapphire eyes that hadn't left his mind all day.

Deep breaths….