I'm really tired right now, so you may or may not notice it. Also, as I started this chapter I realized I had to come up with some way for it it remain shorter, or I was going to have to make a split chapter. Well I figured it out, but I had to play around with a couple of ideas.

As always, THANK YOU FOR READING!

"So Castiel is coming over as well?" asked Sam from the kitchen.

"Ya, they should be here any minute," said Dean.

Sam came over into the living room and stared at Dean as he placed a pillow down, and then picked it up and placed it down in a different place.

"Uh, Dean - what are you doing?" asked Sam.

Dean looked up from the couch, the pillow back in his hands.

"...Nothing..."

"Right," said Sam slowly. He raised his eyebrows to go along with it.

"Oh shut up, Sammy," said Dean.

Sam stuck out his tongue. Then he smirked.

"I think you have a crush."

"What!" exclaimed Dean. "I do not!"

"Dean has a crush. Dean has a crush."

Dean threw the pillow at Sam's face. Sam caught it just as it hit him.

"What's going on in here?" came a deep voice from the top of the stairs. A man in a slightly greasy shirt came over into the living room.

"Oh, hey Dad," said Sam.

"Are you two trying to destroy this house?" asked the man, smiling at his two boys.

"No, sir," they both replied.

"Good. Because if you did you mother would have a fit." The man began to walk away and then turned to the boys waiting by the door. "Who are you waiting for agian?" he asked.

"Anna-" said Dean, but then Sam's imitation of a girls high voice cut him off.

"And Casssstttiieeell," Sam drew out. Dean lunged at his brother, but the doorbell made the house echo with chimes.

"They're here," said Dean softly.

"Well, I'll be out in the garage if you need me," called their Father.

Sam got to the door first and opened it to show the bright smile of anna, her red hair in braided pigtails. There was no one behind her, and Dean felt slightly sick.

"Where's Castiel?" asked Sam, taking the words right from Dean's mouth.

"He is such a slow walker. He's coming, right over there." She turned and pointed towards the sidewalk.

"Oh, okay, well lets go upstairs."

"Cool, I brought those spare computer parts you asked me to bring."

Dean rolled his eyes at their intelligent banter as they ran up the stairs to Sam's room. He stood in the open doorway watching Castiel walk down the sidewalk towards his house. He thought he'd meet him at the end of their walk-way so he started to jog out.

"Hi," Dean said.

"Hello, Dean," same the soft, low response.

They walked the rest of the way in silence until they had moved past the open doorway.

"So, what do you want to do?" asked Dean as he shut the door.

"Whatever would make you happy Dean."

Dean blushed slightly.

"No, seriously Castiel, I want to do something you'd like to do."

Castiel thought for a moment. "You had mentioned a movie. Perhaps that would be fun," he finally said.

"Sure. What kind of movie are you into?"

Castiel didn't move. He furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't really watch movies. Beyond historical documentaries."

Dean looked at him in surprise. "Okay," he got out. "Well we could go classic and watch Star-Wars...though I'm not sure we'd get through it in time. Or maybe Indiana Jones."

"Which one do you like best?" asked Dean. Dean felt a sense of nervousness wash over him again. He led Castiel into the living room.

"I like Star-Wars the most," he answered.

"Then let's watch that. If we don't finish it, I can come back."

"Oh, right." Dean grinned. "You can always come back."

Castiel smiled. He sat down on the couch while Dean fiddled with the DVD player.

"Dean?" came Castiel's voice breaking through the silence that had been created by Dean working with the TV and DVD player.

"Yes," he answered. Looking at the menu and trying to figure out how to switch the sound to the right speakers.

"I wanted to thank you," continued the low voice.

"Thank me?" Dean asked, turning towards the boy in surprise.

"I never thanked you, once I saw you again." Dean still looked at him confused. "For what you did at the park. The roller coaster ride."

"Oh," Dean's eyes widened. "That. Ya, I mean. It was nothing. You were just nervous."

"Yes, well my friends were very surprised that I was able to go on the ride."

Dean scoffed. "Your friends are jerks." He looked at Castiel making sure he caught his eye. "No offense."

Castiel shrugged. "They meant well."

Dean looked back at the DVD player, making sure he was happy with the results of his work."If I knew my friend was scared I wouldn't make him feel like he had to go on the ride."

"Yes, well. I'm glad of that," said Castiel.

Dean nodded, and stood up as the commercials began to play. He sat down next to Castiel and placed the remote on his lap.

"Can I call you Cass?" asked Dean suddenly.

"I noticed you calling me that at the supermarket."

"Sorry. I mean, if you don't like it..."

"Dean, you can call me Cass. I like it."

"Awesome."

A new Blu-Ray commercial began to play. Dean tried to search for the skip button.

"Dean. Why did you ask me to come here? I mean, we barely know each other..." said Cass quietly.

Dean looked up, not turning towards Castiel, but watching the screen. His vision blurring slightly with him holding back his blinks.

"I don't know. I mean. I like talking with you."

"I like talking with you too."

Cass looked down at his hands and fiddled his thumbs. Dean pressed play at the menu and the screen went black as the movie began. He scooted himself more into the couch, but he noticed that Cass still sat perfectly straight.

"You know, Cass, you can relax."

Cass' shoulders slowly began to sag, and his shifted his body to a less structured

stance. Dean smiled at this. Cass was something quite unique he could tell.

"Oh, I almost forgot," said Dean suddenly remember something. He got up from the couch and ran into the kitchen. He came back with something small wrapped in a couple napkins. The chocolate chip cookies looked fresh.

"My mom made them this afternoon. Here," Dean said, handing Castiel a cookie.

"Don't thank me."

Castiel looked at the cookie and took a small bite. His eyes lit up, and he looked back at the cookie and took another bite, melted chocolate from the center getting on his face between his top lip and his nose.

"This is delicious."

Dean laughed. Cass' faces was nothing more than that of pure joy.

"You should come on the days she makes pie," said Dean, closing his eyes and rubbing his stomach.

"I'd like that," answered Cass, in all seriousness.

"Oh, well, is your mom not much of a baker."

Cass' face fell slightly.

"My mother is..." Cass stopped. He put down the cookie on the table by his side.

Dean looked away. He didn't know what to say, but the soft buzzing of a phone broke their silence.

"Forgive me, I have to answer this," said Cass softly.

"Sure," said Dean. He pressed pause on the movie, realizing he had forgotten it was playing.

"Father?" Cass asked into the phone. "Michael? Oh, we're at the Winchesters house- Home? Now? But we only just got here. Okay. I understand."

"What's up."

"I need to go home. My father is asking for me. Michael will come by at 6:30 to get Anna."

Dean's face collapsed into disappointment. "That sucks. Why? You just got here. Can't it wait?"

"I'm sorry Dean," said Cass looking at him. "I wish I could stay."

They both got up from the couch. Dean opened the door.

"Would you tell Anna what happened?" asked Castiel.

"Sure."

"I'm sorry I could not watch Star-Wars with you," said Cass, looking at his feet.

"Hey, sometime we will. You will see it," said Dean, grinning.

Cass began to walk down the walkway. Dean watched him, and then quickly ran up behind him.

"Cass," he called. Castiel turned around and looked at him.

"Yes."

"I'll see you again, right?" asked Dean. He felt dumb saying it outloud.

Cass smiled, his head tilting to the side slightly. His dark hair blew around his forehead in the wind.

"Of course Dean," he said, turning and continuing to walk down the sidewalk.

I don't know why this chapter was so much sadder feeling then the others. But I felt like because we're seeing more of the world from Dean's vision, Castiel's life had to have much more depth. I don't want people thinking that he has a super bad home life, because I'm not trying to make it that extreme. Anyway, the next chapter I'm planning on adding Gabriel and Balthazar. YAY! Also hope to get it more lighter, which I think the two mentioned will do.