Castiel looked into Deans green eyes. They were a little swollen and his cheeks were red from all the crying. He was still wearing the nice green shirt that he wore earlier but somehow it had lost it's charm. It was not because of the shirt itself, it was because of the beaten down expression on Deans face.

Dean had cried. He had cried because of him.

This little thought made Castiel want to jump in front of a car because of all this terrible, terrible guilt. He didn't really know Dean, he just met him, but somehow he didn't want him to be hurt, especially not by himself. He should have stayed home...

"Dean... I should go. My train is coming in ten minutes...", he whispered and looked onto his feet.

The man in front of him didn't move in the slightest, he just kept staring at Castiel with those wonderful eyes, even though Castiel had broken then eye-contact.

"No.", he whispered and sounded like a child. He quickly cleared his throat.

"No, I uhm wanted to say that I'm sorry.", he said a little louder now.

Castiel sighed and shook his head a little. "Dean, I'm the one who should apologize. I'm sorry that I came here in the first place, I shouldn't have done this."

"No! No, I'm glad you came... No one thought of me. If you wouldn't have come I still wouldn't know that Jimmy ... you know. I'm glad that you thought of me, even if you don't even know me."

Castiel eventually looked up from the floor and saw the small smile Dean was giving him. Castiel smiled back, but it was just barely visible. He still felt bad for coming here out of the blue and bringing so awful news with him. He couldn't imagine how Dean felt, because even if he had had relationships before, he had never really felt what people call true love.

"You still haven't told me your name.", Dean said after a while of depressed silence.

The other man looked up to him, blinking a few times. "M-my name...?"

Dean slightly chuckled. "Yeah your name."

"C-Castiel. My name is Castiel...", he said and the small smile got a little brighter. He nearly missed the slight flash in Deans eyes.

"Wow, interesting name... I like it.", Dean said. Castiel knew that Deans smile was probably just fake and that his kindness was just because he had yelled at him earlier, but the smile on Deans face was just sweet- he couldn't help but smile back.

Silence settled between the two of them and Castiel watched every small change in Deans expression to check if he was okay. Dean smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. Their green seemed a little darker, their vivid glint was slightly dimmed and they were still a little red.

"Dean I- I really have to go now ... I'm just making everything worse.", Castiel said quietly and passed Dean who sighed a little.

"C'mon Cas! Castiel, wait!", Dean hurried to follow him and slightly pulled at the sleeve of the trenchcoat he was wearing and forced him to stop. Castiel turned around again and gave Dean a questioning look.

"Tell me what I can do to make it up to you."

"Dean I'm not angry because you yelled at me earlier and you don't have to make anything up to me. I should be making things up to you! I turned up here to tell you that your boyfriend - or whatever Jimmy was to you - is dead, I - I acted like I was Jimmy because I was to afraid to tell you the truth. I dont deserve your kindness."

Dean sighed. "Cas we already had that... I deserved to know it but no one thought of me, except you."

"Dean-"

"Uh uh I'm not done with my speech yet.", Dean said and cut off Castiels word. "Of course I'm sad, hell I probably cried more than I should, and of course I'm disappointed and angry because you're not him, but I'm grateful that you told me. I mean, he's dead and you can't imagine how awful it feels now that I know it but at least someone told me. Because sometimes not-knowing is even worse than knowing... "

Dean gave him a lopsided smile, "So thank you for having the courage to tell me. And if you really, really have to go, I'm gonna to say goodbye and leave. But if you have the chance to stay, then do it. I want to take you to the roadhouse again in the evening... I still owe you a burger."

Castiel slightly chuckled. Dean was just unbelievable! His smile somehow made it to make his knees go weak, again.

"Fine. I took a week off so I think I can stay for a few more hours...", the dark haired man eventually said. "But then I'll go, okay?"

Deans smile grew wider. "K'"

Castiel returned to the hotelroom and threw himself onto the bed. Why was he doing this?

He wanted to leave and go back home, he wanted to go back to normal. He wanted to go back to when he didn't have any silblings, or dead twin brothers, he wanted to go back to when he wasn't haunted by beautiful green eyes whenever he closed his own eyes. He just wanted to sit on his couch and run his fingers through Bees fur.

The Harry Potter music theme ripped him out of his thoughts. With a sigh he fumbled his mobile phone out of the pocket of his trenchcoat.

"Hey Char.", he mumbled.

"You okay?"

"No.", he sighed and sat up a little, running a hand trough his messy hair.

"Why not what happened? Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I swear if he did something to you...!"

Charlie did it again. She always started to fire questions at him, and honestly: it was a little annoying and didn't make anything better. But hey, that's Charlie. And how could you not love her?

"Calm down I'm fine...", he mumbled a little halfhearted.

"So you're on the train back?"

"Uh ...uhm funny Story..."

"Don't."

"I mean he was just so-"

"Don't"

"Char, I couldn't-"

"Don't tell me that you stayed there."

"I couldn't say no! You should have seen him!"

He could hear a sigh from the other end. "Cassie what the hell are you trying to tell me? Please use cohesive sentences, okay? Please."

"Okay well uhm... I told him the truth and he started yelling and I think he cried a lot after he disappeared and uhm... I - I was already on my way to the - to the train station and- I don't know how but, he - he somehow found me. He apologized for yelling at me and ... Oh my god! I just - I don't know... I told him that the man he loved is dead and... and he apologized! He said that he was grateful that I told him and that it was okay because he needed to know it, then he said that he wanted to take me out. Again. As apology... I just... how could I say no? And now he's picking me up in-", he threw a quick look at the watch on his wrist, "Two hours... "

Castiel talked and talked and Charlie suddenly got really quiet. When he was done, she still kept quiet. He already got worried when Charlie finally spoke up again.

"So you're trying to tell me that you are falling for Dean Winchester? And don't try to lie to me, because after this story I may have fallen for this guy myself!"

Castiel bit his lip. Was Charlie right? He knew that Charlie was almost always right but he wasn't quite sure if he wanted her to be right this time.

"Char... I - I'm not-"

"Yes you are. Hell you're going on a date with him and you were just fangirling as fuck."

"Charlie I still don't know what 'fangirling' is and it's not a date."

"Yes it is.", she said in her stubborn 'I know better'- tone.

"No."

Charlie sighed. "You're awful, you know that? Whatever! Now, get your ass under the shower and dress nice. When it's over I want details. Details. Understood?"

Castiel chuckled lightly.

"Yes Ma'am."

A/N: Shortest A/N ever:

Sorry 'bout the cliffhanger, thanks for the rieviews favs 'n follows.

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