Dean was still staring up at the ceiling when Sam walked in. Sam could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

"What's up?"

"Oh, um, nothing." Dean replied, sounding unsure. He was still looking at the ceiling. "Balthazar was here earlier, he wanted to tell me something." The distracted look on his face told Sam all he needed to know.

"About Cas?" There was a small nod in answer. "That he is madly in love with you?" Dean's head shot up, surprise plastered on his face.

"How did you know that?" Dean said, ignoring the laughter coming from Sam.

"How could you not? Dean, he has always been willing to help you, no matter what he was doing or what else was going on. You can't tell me that you thought Cas just happened to be not busy when you needed him. Anyway, I'm pretty sure everyone has seen the way he looks at you." Dean's face was frozen in both horror and surprise, he could barely believe he had missed it and shuddered when he wondered who else had made the connection. "Anyway, don't forget that 'profound bond' you share." Sam's voice broke the uncomfortable silence that had fallen upon the room. He struggled to keep a serious face before he descended into uncontrolled laughter; rolling on the floor with streams of tears down his face whilst Dean just looked at him, completely unimpressed. "So, what are you gunna do about it?" Sam said, after he regained his composure.

"I'm not going to do anything about it. He's the one who flew off." Dean replied, his annoyance at the question reflected in the tone of his voice.

"Come on Dean! He's an angel, who is only just beginning to understand his feelings. Be fair to him."

"Even Cas knows that flying off doesn't solve anything. He has been with us long enough to know that."

"You can't expect him to just be able to deal with all of that. Dean, help him out here, for once you can help HIM." Sam pleaded; his desperation was plain to see. Dean had looked away, refusing to let Sam use facial expressions to win this argument.

"He's the one with the feelings. I'm not going to do anything… ever." The air of finality in his voice brought the conversation to an end. Sam sighed, slumping slightly before he walked slowly over to his laptop.

Sam stood in the middle of a barn, not Bobby's barn, but all barns look the same to Sam. He didn't want to ask for help, especially on behalf of Dean. Dean had always hated asking for help. He sighed defeated, if they didn't intervene soon nothing would change. He completed the summoning ritual, as he convinced himself that this is what is better for everyone. With a soft beat of wings, Balthazar stood before him. Balthazar, as usual, looked fairly irritated at being forced to appear before Sam.

"You know, I answer prayers, being called upon every few minutes is starting to get old. I am not your servant."

"Balthazar, please, I had no one else to ask for help-"

"NO. I am not helping you or your idiot brother. Whatever it is ask someone else, make a crossroad deal for all I care." Balthazar interrupted with his usual amount of sass.

"It's for Cas." Sam replied quietly, he was silently hoping that Balthazar would at least hear him out.

"How can you, of all people, help Cassie?"

"Dean is never going to make a move, neither will Cas. We both know our brothers well enough to assume they are going to ignore their feelings, that they will continue to have 'eye sex' and pretend that neither of them feel anything. It is close to impossible that they will talk about the feelings they have and yes I'm sure Dean likes Cas."

"Well then, if that is all you have to say you really shouldn't have called. I could have told you that much... You know, you could of emailed, or even prayed; that would have been good enough for me."

"That's not it and you know it, I think we need to intervene. Help them out a bit, you know give them a little push in the right direction."

"You mean set up a date?"

"Yes!" Sam said, the tension slowly draining from his body as he anticipated the win he was looking for.

"But how on earth do we get Dean to turn up somewhere. Cas shouldn't be a problem, although Dean isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, even he could work this out." Balthazar replied, easily hiding the relief he felt when he heard that Sam had thought of a solution.

With those words the tension had flowed into Sam's body as his chances of getting help plummeted to nearly rock bottom, he replied with a bitch face that not even Balthazar could argue with. "You forget about Dean, I can get him there. We just need a time and a place. If you can get Cas there, I know I can get Dean there."

"Fine then. What's the plan?"