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Dean was sitting at his desk tapping his pen against the surface completely oblivious to all that was happening around him. He was too busy remembering what had happened last night and day-dreaming about that night. He couldn't wait to see Cas again, he was without a doubt the most perfect guy Dean had ever met. He still couldn't believe that a guy like him would be interested in him, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Hey if he was lucky enough to get Cas then he was going to hang on with both hands for ever if it was possible. (Oh honey, so would I.)
Suddenly he heard a female voice whisper "Hello lover-boy." Into his ear making him jump a mile in his chair and knocking the file he was supposed to be reading onto the floor.
Turning round he saw Charlie standing there with the biggest smirk on her face.
"Damn it Charlie, don't call me that." He growled quietly at her as he reached down and picked the paperwork, hoping no one had noticed his reaction to Charlie's presence.
"Why not?" Charlie asked not lowing her tone as she perched on the edge of his desk looking highly amused,
"Cos nobody here knows." He replied keeping his voice as low as he could while looking round covertly hoping no one was listening.
"Then why don't you tell them about your hot piece of ass." Charlie quietly teased raising her eyebrows at him and smiling. She couldn't believe that Dean wasn't shouting from the roof tops about him and Cas.
"Charlie." Dean said in a warning tone. Looking up at her face he saw her eyes cloud over with confusion and sighed. "They don't know about my... Preferences." He explained not looking her in the eye.
"They will when you tell them about you and C-" Charlie started to say but was cut off by Dean.
"Don't say that name." He hissed at her through gritted teeth.
"Dean you gotta tell them sometime." She replied with exasperation. What the hell was going through Dean Winchesters head now? (That darling is a seriously good question.)
"I will. Just not yet." Dean answered fidgeting with his pen on his desk still not looking at her, making Charlie narrow her eyes at the man as a suspicion entered her head.
"When then?" She demanded though the question was only greeted with silence. "When you decide you're in a relationship? When you move in together? When you get married? When hell freezes over?" She asked, her voice rising with each new suggestion while Dean just got redder and redder and tried to sink below his desk to hide from her anger.
"It's just… it's not that simple Charlie." He replied trying to explain, not the he could. He knew deep down she was right. But it was one thing to know something, completely different to actually do something about it. (Oh Dean.)
"Yes Dean it is." Charlie replied earnestly. She really wanted Dean and Cas to have a happy open relationship, they so obliviously where made for each other but if Dean wasn't going to actually come out to anyone then they wouldn't. It would put a serious stain on their relationship.
"Look I'll do it just not yet. I mean we've had two dates. I don't even know where we're going." Dean whined up at her. Hoping he could buy himself some more time in her eyes.
"That's bull and you know it. But fine it's your life." Charlie replied before taking a deep breath. She did not come here to argue with Dean about coming out. "I actually came here to tell you that I've got all I need for my book so I won't need to shadow you anymore." She said returning to her original reason for being here.
"Okay." Dean replied. He wasn't one hundred percent sure what to do with that. He had kinda got used to having her round the station. To know she wouldn't be there anymore made him feel kinda sad. He'd miss her, he realised over the last couple of weeks she had become a friend. (Don't worry Dean.)
"Course I'll still see you around, what with me working at the book store." Charlie said as if she was reading his mind. At that sentence he looked up at her to see her push herself off his desk and smirk at him as she made her way to the Chiefs office to inform him she wouldn't be around anymore.
Dean sat at his desk and watched Charlie walk away with a frown on his face. He knew she was right. He knew he needed to tell his colleagues that he was… son of a bitch. If he couldn't even think the word in his own head how the hell was he going to tell everyone? God damn this was frustrating.
He was still frowning a few minutes later when his phone rang.
"Detective Winchester." He said down the receiver, not really paying attention to who was on the other end. He was still thinking over the things that Charlie had said.
"Hey Dean." Sam voice said breaking through his thoughts.
"Hey Sammy, what's up?" He asked smiling.
"Well I was wondering how your date went?" Sam asked
"Awesome." Dean replied his smile growing wider as he remembered him and Cas lying together watching as the stars travelled across the heavens.
"See told you the Wine Bar was a good bet." Sam replied smugly. He loved it when he was right. (Sorry Sammy, but you ain't.)
"Not talking about number 1 Sammy that crashed and burned, number 2 on the other hand was fantastic." Dean replied with a smug smile on his face. He could imagine the bitchface look Sam was now giving him down the phone and he loved it.
"You've been on a second date?" Sam asked incredulous, ignoring Deans comment about the idea he had suggested. (Good plan. Be the bigger man Sam.)
"Yep and number 3 is tonight." Dean replied stilling smiling like an idiot.
"3 dates already? Jesus Dean its only Thursday. Don't you think you should ease off a bit? I mean you don't want to go living in the guy's pocket." Sam said getting worried about how Dean seemed to be throwing himself into this relationship, or whatever it was. (Umm, I would just like to point out that this was in fact all your idea Sam my love.)
"I have spent years listening to you tell me I should find someone and settle down. Have a life with them. Yet when I do just what you ask you tell me I should back off? What the hell Sam?" Dean asked. He couldn't believe Sam was being like this. He couldn't deal with this shit as well as what Charlie had just laid on him.
"Wait. You think you and Cas have that kind of future?" Sam asked in shock. Yes he knew Dean liked the guy, but he didn't know how much Dean liked the guy.
"Yeah. I mean, its special you know? I think… I don't know Sam but… it's defiantly something." Dean replied, trying to find the words to describe what he hoped was between him and Cas without revealing all he was trying to keep hidden from his colleagues.
"In that case go for it. You deserve to be happy Dean." Sam said softly smiling at the stumbling definition Dean had just given him about his relationship with Cas. It was such a Dean way to behave, but he understood what his brother was trying to say.
"Thanks man." Dean sighed in relief. He was glad that Sammy could read him so well that he didn't have to try and say any more.
"Okay. So how about you and I go for a drink tomorrow night and you can gush about your boyfriend?" Sam asked smirking not that Dean could see it.
"He's not my-" Dean cuts himself off taking a quick look round the office hoping no one had heard his words. "Look let's talk about this tomorrow yeah?" He finally said when he had finished his quick look. Luckily it seemed that most of the people there were too busy to be listening to him.
"Yeah sure. I'll meet you after work at the Roadhouse jerk." Sam said smiling.
"Yeah fine bitch." Came Dean's response as he hung up.
Sam sat there behind his desk smiling that it seemed that Dean had finally found the one thing Sam had always known he needed in his life. A partner. He just hoped that Cas knew what he was getting in Dean, and that he appreciated him as he should do. (Don't worry Sam. He really, really does.)
Dean on the other hand decided to put all thoughts of talking to Sam or his colleagues about whatever it was he and Cas had out of his head. Instead he decided it would be much more productive to watch the clock tick down, counting the hours, minutes and seconds until he saw Cas again.