A.N.- Again thought we could do with some nice stuff and just showing the boys together having a bit of fun. It's only a short chapter though.

"So, what kind of work are you interested in?"

"Well, before my dad passed away, I used to be a mechanic." Dean swallowed a piece of apple pie, "I worked in my dad's garage, but after the drink got out of control I couldn't be trusted any more. In the end the business closed down and the garage was sold."

"I'm sorry about that Dean," Cas put his hand on Dean's arm for just a second before pulling away, "so perhaps if we get you working in someone else's garage for now, as a hired mechanic, because that'll be easier for you. It'll ease you back in."

"Sounds good."

Cas grabbed a newspaper and flicked though the wanted ads.

"Ok, there's one here. Motor Technician required for Bob's garage. Good pay and healthy doses... of... fondling," Cas's reading slowed, "must have a nice ass...oh my!"

Dean laughed, "are you serious!"

Cas's red face revealed that he was. He huffed a little and tore out that section of the paper, scrumpled it up and threw it into the bin. "Well, you won't be working there Dean, I can't believe they allowed that to be published."

"It's probably a practical joke," said Dean, chocking with laughter, "oh man, your face is hilarious!"

"I don't find things like that funny."

"Oh lighten up, you're so stiff...Stiff like Bob must be in interviews!" Dean burst out laughing again as Cas flushed an even deeper shade of red. He was beginning to look like a radish.

"There's another one," he said loudly over Dean's chortles, "it's for a garage called Crowley's. They want someone with good hands, a strong work ethic and a lot of dedication and loyalty. It sounds good."

"Mmm," grunted Dean, reclining back into the settee, "Crowley is a small time gangster around here. It's all for show. He needs someone to do stuff that not as innocent as fixing innocent folks cars."

"Really?" Cas looked doubtfully at the paper, "are you sure? Are you teasing me again?"

"No," Dean smiled at him fondly, causing him to smile shyly, "no I'm not teasing you. Believe me Crowley is not a good guy. He owns a lot of stuff around here and a couple of my neighbours have been attacked in the past for not paying him what is due, or cheating him in some way."

Cas paled, "that's awful, has anyone called the police before?"

"Probably."

Dean watched Cas closely without making it obvious. The man looked confused and concerned. It was strange, there was someone hurting Cas, that much was becoming clear to Dean, but who? He had thought that Cas was some innocent, but with the bruises he began to think of what kind of trouble a middle class surbubanite could get himself into. Debt with the wrong people seemed obvious, middle class people living beyond their means and going for dangerous loans to keep up appearances was surprisingly common, but after hearing about Crowley Cas didn't look scared or even like that sort of thing was familiar. Again Cas was giving the impression that he was totally innocent about all the nasty things that happened in the world. So what was going on?

"Well, there is only one more now. Oh, it's pretty far away though."

"Read it anyway, I could always commute."

Cas nodded, feeling better that Dean hadn't suggested moving further away for the sake of a job. "Well, it's just outside the county. They want someone with patience, with at least five years experience working with cars, and for the person to not be a total idiot in general...well that isn't very polite but it's honest I guess. It's for a garage called the Winchester. What do you think? Dean? Dean! What's wrong?"

Dean had frozen up and gone very pale.

"Um it's nothing," he stammered once he snapped out of it.

Cas turned his head in a strange, animalistic manner as he curled his body round to look in Dean's eyes. "It isn't nothing," he said slowly, not noticing how Dean's breath caught, "what's wrong? You can tell me."

"It's stupid...my, my second name is Winchester. And with all this stuff about a brother and my mom..."

"You're thinking this could be your family?"

"It's a shot in the dark," muttered Dean, standing up and stretching, feigning nonchalance, "a lot of people have the second name Winchester."

Cas wrinkled his nose. He'd never heard that second name before.

"Or, it's probably just some distant cousins," Dean continued, noting Cas's doubt, "or maybe some people just like that name."

A beat.

"We could always phone and find out."

Dean toyed with the idea of being honest. He looked over at Cas. Surely he could tell this man the truth?

"I don't want to," he began slowly, "Cas I...I'm kind of scared. My life is a mess right now."

"Is this all about you thinking you'd be a bad brother and family member?" asked Cas, "you've said stuff like this before but Dean, it isn't true. You're an amazing man. I think you could do with having more people in your life to lean on."

"I don't want to be a burden."

"It's not a burden."

"Maybe not to you Cas. But not everyone is like you. Most people would have given up on me. You're special."

Cas squirmed slightly, he was unused to any sort of praise. "I'm not special," he muttered, immediately feeling to need to undermine any compliment Dean had given him, "I won't push you into doing anything. So, if you want, I won't bring this up again. But know I am keeping this advert. If you ever change your mind, we now at least have a clue to finding your family."

Dean smiled. He hadn't smiled this much in years, his face was almost sore from it.

"Thanks Cas."

"No problem. But what are we going to do about you getting a job?" Cas turned back to their task, and all the tight fuzzy warm feeling dissipated ad returned to mutual friendship. "You have refused all the mechanic jobs, and there are no more."

"I didn't refuse them all." Dean smiled, "you got all uppity about the first one."

"Dean..." growled Cas with such a low, warning grumble that it shot through into Dean's groin, he ignored it.

"I've got a great ass, I should go for it."

Dean roared with laughter again as Cas flushed a brilliant shade of red and ducked his head in embarrassment.