Dean spent the next couple days relaxing in the apartment after giving his shifts at the Roadhouse to Jo. Thankfully, Ellen was very understanding. It was nice, lounging around, eating pie, drinking an occasional beer, but Dean was kinda going crazy.

Needless to say, he was pretty darn relieved when he convinced Sam to allow him to go back to work at the bar, successfully overcoming Sam's bitchface #23.

He was pretty charming at the bar, leading to a nice amount of tips. He was eyeing this one girl as he handing her a fruity little drink, the kind that twenty-one year olds always order-lots of alcohol without the burn-when he noticed her pale blue eyes. They were pretty, but they were too pale, not like Casti-

He quickly stopped himself. That was weird and freaky and the thought just popped out of no where. He walked away slightly dazed, leaving the young flirty girl grumping. He continued on, making sure to keep his head away from the doctor who had secretly been in his dreams since his appointment. Dean figured it was just lust and lack of sex. Whatever, he'd only see him for a couple check-ups and after that, he'd never see the gorgeous man again.

But, just as he was thinking this, a small prickle went up the back up his neck, making him turn around quickly.

Of course. Of fucking course. He had never seen Castiel in this bar before, and he's been helping around this place since he was sixteen, and now here he was, gracefully walking into the bar like he didn't belong here at all, his back straight, long pale fingers swinging at his sides. Dean blew out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in, suddenly very aware of the aching in his chest.

Castiel sat down at the bar, folding his long legs, resting his hands on the counter. Dean cautiously walked up to him, stumbling slightly and blushing as he quickly straightened himself. Castiel spotted him and smiled brightly, the kind that made his entire face crinkle up in the most adorable way possible.

"Dean, what a pleasure to see you here. Feeling better, I hope?" his eyes flashed a look, as if this meeting wasn't an accident. Or maybe Dean's mind was just making up the little emotion in his head in fruitless hope that Cas had planned this out.

"Oh! Um.. yeah. I mean, it still aches a little, of course it would, I mean it was just a few days ago, but it feels pretty okay" oh and I painted the walls with my splooge thinking about you and those long hands and thin wrists, man in my dreams. "The pills help a lot, though they make me a little loopy." Dean finished, blushing slightly.

"That's expected, they are pretty heavy pain killers. I'm quite happy to see you are recovering quickly, Dean." Another smile. Dean's heart skipped a little.

"So, um.. what can I get you Castiel?"

"Please, call me Cas." Novak, Castiel, Cas. The man of a thousand names. Very cute nickname though "I'll just take a coke."

Dean raised his eyebrow, suspicious slightly. "You come to a bar and order a coke? Y'know there's a diner down the road."

"Yeah, well.." he paused, blushing slightly. Blushing! "There's better.. atmosphere here." He finished weakly, looking down at his beautiful fingers.

Dean turned away to hide his excited smile. "Yeah, the bar is pretty homey."

"Besides, I had to make sure my patient wasn't killing himself. You don't seem like the type to take an order lying down," he said, then immediately blushed, "As in, I assumed you wouldn't follow my instructions." He looked at his fingers as if they were suddenly the most interesting thing here, and the word slip didn't go unnoticed by Dean.

"Trust me, Sammy wouldn't allow that."

"Your brother seems like a very intelligent kid."

And that's all it took to make Dean bloom, talking fast and happily. "Oh God yeah, he's super crazy smart. He's going to this big fancy law school to become a lawyer, and be important and make something of himself. It's what Dad always wanted for him, and I know Mom would've wanted it for him too." He trails off slightly, a small sad smile on his face.

"If you don't mind my asking, what happened?" Cas asked, moving his hands apart, his eyes sparkling with interest and understanding. Dean hesitated only a second, weirdly trusting Cas.

"Well.. When I was five, my mom, Mary, died in a house fire," Cas's face was slightly horrified for a second before regaining composure, listening intently, "Luckily, my dad John was able to get me and Sammy out. After that, it got pretty bad. Dad started drinking a lot, he would disappear for days, weeks sometimes. I took care of Sammy, getting him to school when the time came and making sure he was okay." He chuckled to himself. "Sometimes, he would wake up late at night and sneak into my bed, and I'd hold him and kiss his forehead, and stroke his hair-dude you've seen his hair and it's crazy, boy needs a haircut-and we'd just lay there until he fell asleep. When I was sixteen, Dad left and never came back. Apparently he got into a car crash. And then that's all that was left of him, my beautiful '67 Chevy Impala out there, and we got a little money from court settlements to live on. We kept to ourselves mostly, living in the house, me working here, getting Sammy to school, making sure they didn't find out we were alone and separate us. Of course Bobby helped. He's always helped. Then we got our apartment when I was around twenty, and we've lived there ever since."

At some point in this story, Cas had rested his hand on Dean's, and Dean was suddenly very aware not for the first time of how soft his skin was.

"That must have been very hard on you Dean, must still be. You are an extraordinary man." His smile was so genuine that Dean nearly cried. It had been hard, sure. But he had done what he had to. He didn't see it as special or extraordinary. It was life.

"Okay, your turn, spill it." Dean demanded, eyeing the doctor.

Castiel smiled and went on to tell his story, only pausing when Dean had to tend to another customer or refill his coke. Cas was born into money, his mother and father being important scholars with a love for religion. It turns out he was only twenty-five, a year older than Dean (and so accomplished, Dean swooned). He had five siblings, five (for being so religious, his parents sure loved sex) and Cas was the youngest. A year older than him was Gabriel the candy shop owner, then Anna (his only sister)the pilot, Raphael the lawyer, Lucifer (Dean choked at this, but was reassured that Lucifer was once a dedicated angel of God and his parents weren't weird cult people) who was a chiropractor,and the eldest, Michael, a very important brain surgeon. Cas's parents had always been distant, always travelling, leaving the kids under the strict care of Michael. Lucifer left when Cas was sixteen, sick of all the rules and restrictions. Cas missed him dearly, and Dean frowned when he saw Cas's forehead crease with old memories. He'd grown up very sheltered with Michael and took a while to branch out in college. He was very intelligent however and got his Masters and PhD. His car was the beautiful silver Porsche outside (showoff).

"That's about it. I'm afraid my life is rather vanilla and plain." Cas smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. They had moved closer together somehow during his story, Dean leaning over the counter, hand still grazing Cas's. Dean didn't think there was anything plain about Cas or his life.

"I think you're brilliant" Dean whispered without thinking, then blushed deeply, pulling back slightly. "Err.. brilliant to get through all of that school. I'm not really a college guy myself. I'm happy working here at the bar and at Bobby's shop. It's nice, and it's what I'm good at. Sammy has always been different. And I'm so proud of that." He grinned lopsidedly, thinking of all the quirky things unique to his gangly brother Sam.

Cas was smiling again, watching Dean with those crazy deep blue eyes, then glanced down at his watch. "Oh! I fear that I have extended my stay much longer than intended. I must get back to my cat before he tears apart the furniture."

So he's single, Dean noted with a satisfied smirk. Dean no, he might not even be into men. He's probably just being nice in a friendly way. But Dean still found himself fantasizing, his mind wandering to many different ideas long after Cas had said his goodbyes and left in a reluctant manner.

What the hell is wrong with him?

That night, Dean makes sure to take home a girl with dark eyes, blonde hair, tan skin, and short, stubby fingers to screw until his chest burns and he no longer thinks about the doctor's soft touch on him.