A/N: Hola mishamigos. I want to thank you so so so much for the support!

I hope you all like the new chapter!

Castiel never took a day off of work. Not because he didn't want to, but because he had no idea with who he could spend it with. But before Castiel had got onto the train he had called his boss and took a week off. It was not like he wanted to stay as that long, he just wanted to say hello and maybe stay for a hour or two. It was just to make sure that ... okay maybe he wanted to stay for a little longer.

He was sitting in the morning train to Lawrence, when his handy played the Harry Potter theme. Not now, he thought and sighed. But he picked up anyway because he knew that Charlie'd go crazy.

"Cassie?", she groaned. Her voice sounded sleepy and he could literally feel that she was rubbing her temples right know, her face spoiled because she was probably totally hung over.

"Hey Char. How's it going?", he asked quietly. Quietly because of her headache. He knew if he would have talked just a little louder Charlie would turn into a fury.

"I don't know Cassie. I woke up on Gabes couch with an empty tequila bottle in my hand and a god damned hang over... Where the hell are you Cassie?"

Castiel sighed. "I uhm... Char, I uhm I'm maybe on a train to ... Kansas?", it sounded like a question even though he wanted to make it sound confident.

"Wait wait wait ... what?! Kansas?", Charlie squealed. In the background he heard a groaning.

"Was that Gabriel?"

"Don't you try and divert me from this train to Kansas you're on! What the hell is going on?"

Damn, what do I do now?!

"Char calm down, I just ... took a few days off. I told you last night remember?", he said. Please work, please work, please work!

It was not like that he didn't want her to know, but he knew how Charlie was. She'd call every minute to ask him questions about Dean, and for the first time Castiel wanted to be on his own with a complete stranger.

"Oh. That- that makes sence I barely remember going into that bar so... Well uhm... have fun. You said that you're on a train so uhm I guess I'd better hang up?"

"Uhm yeah you do that... bye Char."

"Bye Cassie. Call me later if you want to...", Charlie said before hanging up.

Castiel sighed and started to relax a little. He'd tell Charlie after he went to meet Dean. He probably needed to talk with someone after that, but he couldn't need Charlie freaking out about that whole thing and make him even more nervous. He looked out of the window, looking at the landscape that the train was passing. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was actually really tired. He had spent most of the night with Char and Gabe and after that he had got himself a ticket, to make it short: he hadn't slept that much. So it didn't take him long to fall into deep sleep.

When he had gotten out of the train he first checked in at the small hotel in the city center, but after that he immediatly went to that car garage - singer cars - and asked for Dean Winchester. The man that he met there - a friendly man named Bobby - told him that Dean had his day off but gave Castiel Deans adress.

So there he was standing in front of the house where Dean Winchester, the man with the green eyes, lived. He was nervous, extremely nervous. Was he really sweating? He still had no idea why he was doing this. It wasn't like him to do something like that, he wasn't spontaneous or reckless. He usually wouldn't take a week off and do a last minute trip to Kansas just to meet a guy that he only knew from a photo (even if he looked totally stunning like Dean did). He wouldn't go to a bar with his big brother and Charlie, he wasn't like that. God damn it he thought he didn't have ANY silblings and now he had four brothers and was about to meet a guy that his twin brother dated- who his dead by the way. He just never expected his life to change like that in such a short amount of time. Yeah this was probably just a shock decision. He had heard about something like that before, some people tended to do strange stuff when something extremly shocking happened. He tried to convince himself that he didn't want to do that and that he was just here because of the troublesome last days, not because of Dean Winchester.

"Jimmy?!", he heard a voice from ahead. He looked up onto a young man. He looked younger than Castiel but was pretty damn tall. His long, shaggy, brown hair slightly fell into his hazel eyes. Castiel hadn't noticed that he had left the house he was standing in front of.

Before Castiel could answer anything the man pulled him into a hug.

"Damn it has been so so so long! I think it's a year by now? How's it going? You look great by the way!", the younger man said while pulling away again.

Castiels eyes were a little widened and he didn't know what to do now. He thought that he was Jimmy, but he wasn't! He had absolutely no idea who that guy was.

"Uhm yeah ... I uhm think it's a year now... you're right."

The younger man smiled at him. "Actually I didn't think that you'd ever come to visit us. I'm happy that you came.", then his smile grew even a little wider, "Aaaand I guess you're not only here because of me, c'mon in. Dean's probably in his room.", the younger man gave him a knowing wink and walked right back through the door. Not knowing what too do, Castiel followed him inside. He decided that he could still tell them when they had gone inside. Right?

Castiel followed the stranger into the living room, he was even more nervous than before.

"I'll go get him 'k?", the younger man asked and Castiel nodded in response, trying to give him a little smile. The man headed upstairs. When he was out of sight, Castiel ran both of his hands trough the dark mess of his hair. What the hell did he thought he was doing?! This had been a terrible mistake.

Before he could panic any more, he heard a voice from upstairs.

"Weren't you supposed to be at Kevin's ten minutes ago Sammy?", that was a new voice. It was definatly a man - Dean how Castiel supposed - and he sounded extremely sleepy.

"I was about to go but then I met someone and I think you might want to see him...", that was the voice of the man he had met before.

"Fine...", the other man grumbled and it didn't take long until Castiel heard two pairs of feet that where approaching to him.

"Your visitor's in the living room, I'm at Kevin's if you need me.", he heard the younger man say. A groan came as response and one of the two pairs of feet continued their way to the living room.

Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic... , Castiel thought to himself, but it didn't even help the tiniest bit. Castiel tried to brace himself, but when Dean came round the corner he gasped. His eyes widened a little not looking away from Dean. His dark blonde hair was a little tousled and his eyes were nearly closed. He was wearing a black ACDC t-shirt, combined with plaid pajama pants and Castiel had to admit that - even though he was a bit annoyed and grumpy - the man looked even more stunning than on the photo.

"I don't know who Sammy let into my house but you better be important or I-", Dean didn't finish his sentence because his eyes opened just wide enough for him to see Castiel. The annoyance in his expression vanished immediatly and the barely opened eyes of his literally flew open. There was this slight smile that appeared on the mans face that made him even more beautiful.

"Jimmy?!"