So, I wrote this chapter yesterday and it just wasn't working for me. I tried to get Charlie in there in the flesh, but as I was writing her the storyline wasn't meshing, so I decided to scratch it, take a night to think about it, and write a new one today. So this is different then I originally thought the chapter would be (and at some point I want to bring Charlie into the story more), but for now this is it.

After dinner Dean ran up into his room and sat on his bed. He knew his parents were probably wondering why he had been nearly silent over dinner, but Cass' face was flashing around his thoughts too loudly for anything else to make any sense, or to even matter to him. Cass' nervous tick, the way he played with his hands to distract himself, or the way his eyes caught the little specks of light in them when he looked back towards the sky, letting his free dark hair to fall back in an unorganized mass, all of those things made Dean's heart beat with an unsteadiness that made his palms feel clammy, and his brain to feel all tingly. But above all of these feelings Dean felt a sense of fear pass by him.

What would his parents think of him? Would they hate him? Would they tell him he

couldn't see Cass again?

Dean remembered someone, a memory of a number in his phone, and suddenly realized he had someone he could call. There was someone who might be able to answer some questions he had.

"Hello," the cheery female voice said on the other side of the phone.

"Hi," was all Dean could make out before thoughts of stopping the call flooded in his mind. This was a crazy idea.

"Who is this?" the girl's voice asked.

"This is Dean. Dean Winchester," said Dean while rubbing his hand through his hair. He started pacing around in his room.

"Dean? Like Dean Winchester from camp? From two years ago?" she asked, trying to confirm

"Ya."

"Wow. Um. Hi."

Dean felt really awkward. They had been good friends at the camp and by the end of their two week adventure he had thought of her as a sister. But that had been two years ago, who knew if anything he wanted to talk about even applied to her anymore.

"Hi, Charlie."

"Not to be rude," she said nicely, "but, why are you calling me?"

"I had a question."

"Okay," she said, obviously confused. "Hit me."

"Um, at camp. You told me you had a," he paused, "girlfriend."

"Ya, so?" Charlie asked. "What about her?"

"How did you know you liked girls?" he finally choked out quietly.

"Cause they make the best sandwiches," she said in a deadpanned voice.

"Seriously?" asked Dean. Now he felt confused.

"No, not seriously," she said over the line, laughing. "Come on. No. I mean, I don't know. I just did. I didn't think about it until I met my girlfriend."

"So, it wasn't like a problem?" Dean asked.

"That I liked girls? No, I mean, at first my parents were upset, but not mad. I think after awhile they realized just as much as me; it was just who I was."

"How do you know? For sure?" Dean asked, trying to get to the root of his problem.

"That you like someone?" she asked. Dean sighed. This back and forth was no helping him get over his nerves.

"That you." He tried to form the word. "That you're - gay."

There was silence over the line.

"Dean, what's up?" she asked, with a warmth that Dean remembers she could posses in the bad moments.

"I don't really know," he said. "I'm just really worried."

"This boy, the one you like," she started.

"I never said-"

"You're calling me to ask how I came out, it was implied," she cut in.

Dean started to bite the inside of his mouth. His palms were really clammy now. "Sorry, I shouldn't have." He went to pull the phone away from his ear.

"Don't you dare hang up on me, Dean," she yelled. "Look. I know you're nervous as hell, and scared too. But," Charlie paused to collect her thoughts. "If being with this boy, whoever he is, if it makes you happy - happier than anything else - well then, don't you think it's worth it?"

Dean knew that made sense. It seemed so easy and logical when he heard the words. Like the world could be perfect it he thought that way.

"Thank you, Charlie."

"Anytime. If you need any other advice you can email me at charliescharlie . You got that?" she asked.

"Ya. Thanks. I feel better," he said honestly.

"It was nice to hear from you Dean," she repleid.

"You too. I'll let you know what happens."

"I'm waiting anxiously by my computer."

"Bye, Charlie."

"Seeya Dean."

Dean pressed the end call button and let out a sigh.

"Dean, Cass is on the phone. He wants to talk to you," yelled Sam from downstairs making Dean's calming heart began to race again. Why was Cass calling?

Dean got up from the bed and ran down the stairs to grab the phone. Sam was holding the phone pressed against his face.

"He's right here," said Sam. He then handed Dean the phone.

"Hi, Cass," said Dean, a little out of breath.

"Hello Dean, I know we just were talking," started Cass.

"Ya. Why didn't you call my cell?" asked Dean.

"I don't have your number."

"I never -" Dean could have slapped himself, he had completely forgotten to give Cass his number.

"It's okay, Dean. I was just. I was was wondering if you wanted to do something tomorrow."

Dean couldn't help but let the memories of their time earlier that day together seep into his mind.

"Tomorrow? Ya, that'd be nice," he said, thoughts of Cass leaning his head on Dean's shoulder, holding Cass' hand, and their kisses passing in his mind.

"I thought we could go get burgers at Ruby's Diner."

Dean loved burgers, especially the ones at Ruby's Diner. "That'd be perfect."

He could hear Cass exhale in what seemed an excited gasp of sorts. "I'm glad. Shall we meet there at -"

"Why don't we walk there?" Dean suddenly asked. "It's not that far from your place. I can swing by and we can walk together."

The invitation hung out for a moment before Cass answered in an almost whisper.

"I'd like that very much."

"It's a plan then," said Dean, a smile spread across his face. He didn't try to hide it.

"Okay. I'll see you then. Tomorrow."

"I'll be there 4:45?" asked Dean. "Does that work?"

"That's perfect."

"Bye, Cass," said Dean slowly.

"Goodbye, Dean."

Dean wasn't sure if Cass was doing the same but he held the phone for a second longer before placing it back on the wall. When he turned around he realized that Sam had never left the room, and stood looking at him with this smirk on his face.

"Nice chat?" the younger boy asked.

Dean blushed slightly. Sam was just kidding, he didn't know anything. Dean shoved his little brother causing Sam to shove back until the two boys were playfully wrestling and then racing to the couch to play a game on the Xbox.

This is a little different of a chapter, but I really want to record all the times these boys meet/talk with one another, so phone calls are going to have to be in there at some point. =)

Thanks for reading! Love you guys!