AN: Thanks for the feedback Mummabro and sidz. I really didn't think that this story had much going for it when I threw down the first chapter. Glad that talk of baby hedgehogs, texts and such are working. So here is another texting chapter, enjoy.

The text came through before sleep had taken over. It was 11 pm and still Thursday night. He picked up the phone to see who was bothering him now. It was Dean. He is certainly a night owl.

Are you still awake?

Cas replied immediately,

Yes.

Sam said that I need to bring a suit?

Cas had to laugh a little. At least he wasn't the only one that was getting vague details from his friends.

What, you don't have a suit?

I have a suit. Not the point. Why do I need a suit?

Cas didn't know why, but he wanted to be vague. He wanted to live in a world where he wasn't the only one that was perpetually confused. He also felt like it was comforting to have Dean share that feeling with him.

Didn't Sam explain?

Obviously, no. And he hasn't replied to me in over two hours. He is currently winning the award for the worst little brother ever.

Cas laughed again at Dean's confusion and replied,

Sam is great. He just likes mysteries. I have had the same experiences with him every day this week.

Really, what great mysteries has he kept from you?

I wish I could answer that. They are still mysteries. I keep asking about the night at the bar and all I get are vague hints at my behavior.

Cas reached over and grabbed another pillow to wedge behind his head. He wasn't tired anymore, and he wanted to keep the conversation going. This is how we become friends.

Are you worried about something in particular?

Cas felt like there was more to that question, but he couldn't pinpoint what.

I don't know. Maybe. Did I act like an idiot?

There was a long series of seconds that may have dragged out into a full minute before Dean's reply came through.

No, maybe I did, but you didn't. You were not what I expected.

What does that mean? Dean wasn't up there singing, so he should not have anything to worry about. He wanted to ask what he expected. Just ask, Cas.

What do you mean? Did Sam fill your head with all sorts of weird stories about his friends?

The reply came through a minute later.

He talked a lot about all of you. It was like I already knew Anna, Uriel, and even Gabe before I got there.

But you didn't feel like you knew me?

Not exactly. Sam told me things that let me feel like I knew who you were, but you must be different when you get a few drinks in you. Sam never told me anything about you being a singer.

I wonder what Sam told you. I wonder how pathetic I seemed.

I don't usually drink. I also don't usually sing. I think that you might have a bad impression of me now.

I don't. I wasn't judging. Although, I have thoughts on the singing.

Do I want to know. It can't be good. He must have thoughts on the last song. I am sure that I butchered his song.

Do tell.

I haven't heard Hey Jude sound better.

Wow. I am not sure what to say. Do I just say thanks and make light of it? No. It means something to him. He had said that it was the song that his mother use to sing to him when he was young. He had said that it was his favorite song. He just said that I made Hey Jude sound good. How is that even possible?

That is too kind. I worried that I butchered the song.

You know that your crown is in my car? Should I bring it when I come tomorrow.

I have a crown?

Well, yeah. What would be the point of winning at karaoke if there weren't a crown?

Clearly, I did it all for the crown:)

Oh, it was for the glory. I see. ;)

There he goes with the winking again. He is even cute in texts. Making friends, Cas. Friends.

A few minutes passed and Cas could not think of what to say next. He was starting to become drowsy again, but only a little. Then another text came through from Dean.

So, you never told me why I needed a suit.

Because you will look great in a suit. Because there is likely nothing better looking in a suit than Dean Winchester. Because I want to see you in a suit. Because you plus suit equals everything gorgeous in the world. Because I want to be your friend that drools in the corner at the thought of you in that suit. Because, I am an idiot for thinking that we could just be friends. God, I can't stop thinking about you like this. I need to stop.

There is a party on Saturday night, and Sam really wanted you to come.

Oh, are you going too?

Yes.

I'll think about it. I am not much of a suit wearing, fancy party kind of guy.

It would be nice if you came. I don't think that I will enjoy talking with anyone at this event.

Guilt trip, much?

Did it work:)

Maybe;)

God, I will never want anything as much as this. Cas shifted on the bed and decided to focus on something more concrete than his feelings.

What sort of food should we have tomorrow? Do you have any preferences?

I am fine with anything. I am kind of a burger and fries guy. I could cook if you wouldn't find that odd.

Seriously, he wants to cook. I don't even…

You are my guest. You shouldn't have to cook.

I like cooking. If you have the fixings for burgers at your place, I will prepare them. It'll be fun. I have the world's smallest kitchen, so I don't cook much at home. I use to cook at Bobby's, but he has a new situation.

Cas recalled that Sam had said something about Bobby dating someone and thought that Dean must be referring to that.

This sounds like a good plan. I seem to be on the salad diet lately, so this will be a nice change.

I'll see you tomorrow Cas. Don't worry about getting together any tools either. I'll bring mine from home.

Uh, tools? What plans did we make. Cas shuddered a moment with concern.

What do you mean?

?

Tools?

For the Triumph. You don't need to have tools ready for me. I'll bring my own.

I am having him work on the Triumph? Why am I doing that? This is not something that I would have arranged. That is Charles' bike. No one needs to be touching it. Why, Cas? Then Dean messaged again.

You aren't having second thoughts are you?

Maybe.

You said that you needed to fix it. You said a whole bunch of stuff about a redo. I think that maybe you should listen to yourself. Regardless, I am coming tomorrow with the tools. If you change your mind, you can let me know then.

Wouldn't that be rude of me? I mean, you would drive all the way out here just to have me say never mind?

I would. But you won't say that.

What makes you so sure?

Well, if you do, you won't have anyone to talk with at the Saturday party;)

Bribery, much?

Did it work:)

Maybe;)

Review, Fav, Follow. Thanks. The next chapter will be focus on Cas' last song and the acquisition of his injuries. 'Till then...