Hello my little honeybuns. How are you? I am very well thank you for asking. Anywho, I would like to first apologise for the lack of updates this week but you know live occasionally happens and I wanted to get one of my other stories finished so I could concentrate more on the rest. Second I would like to thank KnightAngel13, Loki94, nerdchick394, JustMySunk, Madnerdwithabox, Mummabro, lovely(Guest), EmmaGraceWinchester and CastiellaWinchester94 for your awesome reviews, glad your all liking it. I would also like to thank all you lovely people who have followed and favoured this since my last update.

Anyway enough of my rambling here's the next chapter, hmm, wonder what Charlie has planned today…

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

It was now Monday morning and Charlie had spent Sunday plotting and planning, or more accurately planning to plot. She knew that Dean was interested in Castiel from Sam, what she didn't know with a 100% certainly was whether Castiel returned those feelings. (He so does.) With this thought she had come up with a devious plan so she could observe how Dean and Castiel interacted with each other.

With this plan in hand, and her note pad (which is very important), she made her way to the precinct Monday morning to shadow detective Dean Winchester.

Now most people would think that Charlie would be bored shadowing a cop as that most defiantly wasn't her job, but she found it rather enlightening. You never knew when a knowledge of police produce may come in handy, especially considering her extracurricular activities as if were. (Yeah I bet.)

Anyway with these thoughts she had got herself a note pad in which she wrote down all useful police information for her 'book'. And this note pad was to be the crux of her plan. (See said it was important.)

After her morning spent at the station with Dean she made her way to Angel Books to start her shift for Castiel. As always when she arrived he told her the few things she needed to know and then went to the office to do paper work, though she had often caught him reading or on one or two occasions sleeping, rather than doing paper work. It seemed he was rather allergic to the stuff. (Aren't we all?)

Anyway once Castiel had left she pulled out her phone and rang Dean.

"Detective Winchester." Came Dean's voice down the line, sounding annoyed at the interruption.

"Hey Dean, its Charlie." She said wondering what he would say to that considering he had spent the morning glaring at her for no reason she could think of.

"And?" Dean replied, what they hell did she want now?

"Well I left my note pad on your desk and I really want to write that chapter tonight so I was wondering if you could get someone to bring it down to me at Angel Books?" Charlie said sweetly.

Dean who had been half listening to her was about to tell her to get the thing herself when he registered where she wanted it taken. Okay so Cas wasn't interested, but maybe if he got to know the guy he could change his mind? It was a long shot but Dean hadn't been able to get the image of Cas wearing faded jeans and a sloppy jumper out of his head all weekend. He looked hotter in that than he did in the suit he was wearing on his date. The reminder of Cas' date gave him pause. Cas wasn't interested in him.

He was determined to refuse Charlie's request which was why he was quite shocked to hear himself say "fine I'll get someone bring it to you." Before he hung up. He was even more shocked that he grabbed the note pad, aiming to give it to a junior to deliver (honest) and instead turned to Garth to say "Just got to drop this to Charlie. Cover for me."

With that he made his way out the door, pretty sure that his mouth and body had lost their connection to his brain somewhere in the last five minutes. (Yeah.)

Charlie smiled as Dean hung up. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist coming himself and luckily she had had the forethought to hack his GPS and therefore knew his exact location at all times. (I did say mad computer skills right?) So she sat at the counter watching the blimp that was Dean head closer and closer to the store.

Once he was round the corner she set the next part of her plan into action by sliding of the stool and going to the office.

"Castiel." she said sweetly Causing Castiel to look up from the book he wasn't really reading honest. (We believe you.)

"Yes Charlie?" he asked. She didn't really interrupt him often so it must be something important. (It so is.)

"I need to go to the ladies room. Can you cover the shop?" she asked with a smile, while smirking inside.

"Of course." Castiel replied standing and making his way to the counter just as the bell above the door rang announcing they had a customer.

Dean couldn't believe he was doing this. It was crazy. But those thoughts didn't stop him from pulling the impala up in front of Angel Books and checking his reflection in the mirror before he got out. Cas wasn't interested in him he kept repeating to himself as he walked to the door of the shop. Reminding himself that Charlie was working so it was unlikely that Cas was there too.

With that thought he relaxed and opened the door only to encounter two perfect blue eyes staring right at him.

Castiel couldn't believe, Dean Winchester was in his store, why? And what were the chances that Charlie would ask him to cover at the exact moment Dean walking through the door? (Slim to none.) But did it really matter? Dean Winchester was here. He could ask for nothing more. Well that wasn't exactly true he could ask that the man reciprocated his feeling (he does) but still at least he got to see him. Though with that thought he wished he had chosen something sexier to way to work that a thick cable knit jumper.

Dean stood in the doorway and looked at the man he had been dreaming about. He looked as good as he had done on Saturday and he couldn't think of a word to say. Again. (Hmm, we might need to work on you lack of communication skills when it comes to Cas. I thought he was the socially inept one?)

"Hello Dean." Castiel finally managed to say causing the green eyed man to move from where he was standing hold the door as if it was keeping him upright.

"Hi Cas." Dean replied as he carefully made his way to the counter not wanting to do anything stupid like fall over his own feet.

"What can I do for you?" Castiel asked breathlessly as Dean got to the counter and just stared at him.

"Um, Charlie-" Dean started but Castiel interrupted him. Of course he was here to see Charlie. She was a woman after all and he most certainly was not.

"She is in the bathroom but will be back momentarily." Castiel replied not looking into Deans eyes and busying himself with stacking the books on the counter that didn't need to be stacked.

Dean watched the man stop eye contact and he wanted it back. Bad. It was for this reason and this reason alone he said what he did next, or more to the point the way he said it. "No, she left her note pad at the station. Asked me to drop it off." He rushed to say with a slight begging tone to his voice.

At that Castiel looked to Dean's hand where he held the note pad out to him. Castiel slowly raised his own hand taking the pad so that their hands brushed together causing a surge of electricity to travel through them both. He raised his eyes to the other man, neither able to breath let alone speak as their hands still touched.

Charlie who was hiding round the corner looked back and fore between them like she was watching a tennis match. Yep Castiel definitely had a thing for Dean she realised, she then smiled wickedly before coming out and interrupting them, she was sure if she hadn't they would have stayed like that forever. (So true.)

"Dean." She said with a smile, pretending to ignore the fact that he was practically hold hands with Castiel.

"Hey Charlie." Dean responded uncomfortably letting go of the pad and any connection he had with Cas as soon as he heard her voice. "Just brought in your note pad." He continued not looking at the other man's eyes.

Castiel sighed as Dean released the pad and he lost the contact, he was further disheartened by the fact that Dean wouldn't look him in the eye while Charlie was there. Yes he guessed was right, Dean had a thing for Charlie. (No, no, no.)

Charlie watched Cas' face fall and wondered what that was all about. But before she could put a plan into action to get the two together Dean spoke. "Well I best be going." And with that and a wave he left the store as if his pants were on fire, and Castiel just turned and made his way back to the office with slumped shoulders.

What the hell? Charlie thought. She was going to need help with this one. With that thought she pulled out her phone sending two identical emails with a subject line that read: Project Destiel, first meeting.

And Sam and Gabriel both receiving the emails both wondered what the hell Destiel was.

(We know, we know.)