Hello people. I would like to thank Mummabro for their review. I hope you like the next couple of chapters.

Anyway we all sitting comfortably? Then I will begin… Saturday part 1.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Saturday morning Castiel woke with a groan. He had been up to late the night before reading and now he just wanted to roll over and go back to sleep. But he had to get to Bobby's. With that thought he turned to his alarm clock to see if he could have another 5 minutes. The numbers slowly came into focus and when they did he sat up with a start and a growled "shit." As he realised he was going to be late. Jumping out of bed he had a quick shower then grabbed the first set of clean clothes he could find put them on and ran out the door.

Sam woke Saturday morning feeling better than he expected. He lay there thinking, enjoying the warmth of Jess in his arms. He was glad now that he hadn't contacted The Queen of Moondoor about finding Dean a man. It seemed he had found one himself and therefore they didn't need her assistance anymore. With that assumption (what is it with all the assumptions in this story hmm?) he thought he should probably send her an email to that effect but he was too comfortable right now to get up and find his phone. He would email her later.

Dean woke feeling like he had been pulled from hell. After Sam and Jess had gone to bed the realisation of everything he had just told his brother had hit and he had turned to the whiskey, squinting at the bottle now he saw that 1/2 of it was gone. Crap. No wonder he felt like shit. Well it didn't really matter, all he was going to do today was go see Bobby. He should probably tell him that he had told Sam, not about Cas but about the other thing. His bisexuality. Even thinking it made him shudder, it wasn't a title he truly wanted to hold. (Labels mean nothing Dean.)

Sam finally pulled himself from Jess' warmth and went to rouse his brother. Entering the livingroom the first thing he noticed was the smell of whiskey. He then looked to the couch and saw Dean with his hand over his eyes and a half empty bottle next to him. He just shook his head. It was now Dean dealt he knew, anything remotely emotional and Dean would reach for the bottle. It certainly wasn't healthy but it was Dean. With that thought he went and opened the curtains eliciting a groan from the body on the couch.

"Rise and shine." He said loudly. Dean's response was a groan though he did open his eyes and glare at his brother.

"Come on we need to get to Bobby's." Sam continued brightly smacking his brother's legs.

"Fine." Dean grumbled he knew he wasn't going to win this one.

An hour and bacon and eggs later Dean was driving up to Bobby's house feeling almost human. He luckily had some spare clothes at Sam's so he hadn't needed to go home and get changed. Dean still wasn't quite with it that morning which was why he missed the Lincoln Continental parked at the side of Bobby's house as he got out of the car.

Dean led the way into the house making his way to the study where Bobby was most likely to be with Sam following. As he walked Dean called out "hey Bobby. We've arrived."

But when he walked into the study he stopped short. For there in front of him wasn't Bobby but Castiel.

Castiel had heard Dean's call, it was a voice he would recognise anywhere, he had therefore got up from the floor he was sitting on and turned to the door just as Dean entered. And they just stood there looking at each, never saying a word.

Sam who had been following his brother was confused when he just stopped walking and looking over his head (see the advantages of being tall) he saw that there was a man who was defiantly not Bobby standing the room. Standing in the room and staring at his brother, who was staring right back. Hmm the man in the room was staring at Dean with very blue eyes and he had messy black hair. Could this be the mysterious Cas? And if so what was he doing at Bobby's? Well only one way to find out.

"Hi Cas?" Sam said pushing his brother aside so Cas could see him too, not that he was looking but still.

Castiel raised his eyebrows at the name Sam called him by, the only other person to use that name was the green eyed man standing in front of him. It seemed Dean realised this at the same time as he flushed red and broke eye contact looking at the floor as if it was the most exquisite painting ever. Castiel found this rather amusing.

"Hello Sam." Castiel finally said looking at the other man and deducing he was Dean's brother.

"Uh hi." Sam replied rather taken aback that this man knew his name. In the time it took him to collect his thoughts and find something else to say Dean had raised his eyes and the two men had gone back to their staring. Sam just stood there and looked between the two. It was fascinating really that they both seemed to have forgotten he was even there, it was also creepy and getting uncomfortable. With that thought he coughed to gain there attention again.

"So Cas. What you doing here?" He asked the most obvious question.

"I am appraising Bobby's books for him." Castiel replied, trying very hard to keep his eyes from Dean.

Sam turned to his brother expecting him to say something, he felt he was floundering a bit in the conversation stakes with Cas but when he looked at Dean all he did was open and close his mouth no words coming out. Sam couldn't believe it. His brother was actually speechless just being in this guy's presence oh god that was priceless. With that thought he grabbed Dean's arm and said to Cas over his shoulder. "Well we'll let you get back to it. See you later Cas." And with that he dragged his brother back outside, trying really hard not to laugh.

Once they were out of earshot of the study Sam couldn't hold it any longer he had to stop and laugh. In fact he was laughing so hard he was crying. Dean just stood there and scowled at him. It wasn't his fault. He hadn't expected Cas to be here and he was hung-over. What did Sam expect him to do? Go in and kiss the guy or something? Now there was an idea, and with that Deans thought drifted to wondering what Cas lips would feel like on his own. He was shaken from his fantasies by his brother.

"Wow Dean. You really have it bad don't you." Sam said smiling at him.

"Shut up. Let's go find Bobby." Dean growled, not going red at the thought of Sam having any inkling of what he had just been thinking. (Of course not Dean.)