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The days turned into weeks which in turn turned into months and Cas and Dean spent almost all their free time together. Mainly at one of their apartments, where Castiel would read to Dean or they would watch one of the many movies Dean told Cas were must see classics. Castiel never refused, he would happily watch paint dry if it meant he could snuggle up on a couch with Dean.
Dean while loving his time with Cas had quickly come to the realisation that the man was extremely clever. Therefore because he didn't want Cas to find out what a dumb hick he was (his thoughts not mine) and dump him had started asking Charlie to recommended books for him to read, which he did in his lunch breaks at work, trying to keep it from his colleagues in Case they asked why he was suddenly reading books which he had no interest in before (though he was actually secretly enjoying them). His colleagues on the other hand, well aware that Cas owned a book store, thought it was sweet that Dean was getting interested in what his boyfriend liked. Not that they said this to him of course, they still didn't officially know that Dean was with Cas after all.
Castiel on the other hand was enjoying his relationship with Dean immensely, but, and there was a but, not that Castiel thought about it much, it didn't truly matter. But when they went out Dean never held his hand or showed any form of outward affection. And if Castiel did, a brief brush of the lips or a stroke of skin, Dean behaved as jumpy as a cat on a hot tin roof. Then there were Deans after work drinks. Now he knew every Friday Dean went for drinks with his work friends and Sam but he had never invited Castiel to join them. Now this didn't worry Castiel (honest) but on the odd ocCasion (which were becoming less odd and more frequent) Castiel wondered. He wondered if Dean was embarrassed by him. By his lack of knowledge on pop culture and of police procedure. So he had started asking Charlie the odd question on both subjects. (She found it sweet that both men were trying to find out more of the others world, glad that all seemed, on the outside at least, to be going well.)
Castiel was trying to learn more so that he wouldn't stand out in Dean's world when he let him in. Though Castiel was starting to get the feeling that the when was becoming an if, but it didn't matter, it truly didn't. Castiel was happy with Dean. So it didn't matter. Until the day it did.
Three months after they had got together and it all started as a normal Sunday. Castiel had got his hands on a rare book that he thought that Bobby would be interested in and as such he and Dean had gone round to the other man's house so he could look over it. And once there they had stayed to talk. Not about anything in particular, they discussed Deans cases, Cas' books and Bobby's cars. Castiel liked visiting Bobby. Here was a man who understood his passion and Dean's. He was the perfect father figure, and he was fast becoming such to Castiel as well as Dean. The wise older man who understood them both so well.
They were sitting in Bobby's study chatting away, with Dean and Cas sitting there holding hands and being pretty mushy, they still hadn't got over the honeymoon period as Sam called it, when they heard a shout from the door.
"Hey Bobby you in there?" Called the voice.
Castiel looked quizzically towards the door, he vaguely recognised the voice but he couldn't place it so he was intrigued about who the new guest was. Dean on the other hand recognised the voice instantly. He should he heard it every day. With that realisation he instantly dropped Cas' hand and stood, moving to a chair on the opposite side of the room to his boyfriend. He did all this on instinct. His mind not even processing his actions. That was until he saw the look on Cas' face. He looked like Dean had just betrayed him in the worst way possible, but before he could say anything, try and explain, though he knew there was nothing he could say to explain, the doorway to the study was filled with Rufus Turner, Chief of Police.
Castile was extremely confused. One minute he was having enjoyable conversation with his boyfriend beside him, feeling his warmth through his hand and the next he was cold and alone and Dean was across the room. But before he could ask why Dean would do such a thing the answer was before him. The voice he couldn't place belonged to Dean's boss. It seemed that Dean didn't just want to keep Cas out of his world, he was actively working to make sure that they never meet, and that hurt Cas more than he could say. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't concentrate on the conversation going on around him, Dean and Bobby and Rufus were talking about some case or other but he couldn't get over the fact that Dean obliviously didn't feel as he did. Dean obliviously didn't see a future for him as he did. He was obliviously just a stop on the way for Dean. After all what other reason would he have for keeping his two worlds so far apart? (He's an idjit.) At that realisation Castiel took a deep breath and looked up.
"Dean I would to go home now." He said clearly, with no emotion in his voice. And though he didn't notice it both Bobby and Rufus looked at him with concern and then Bobby turned there razor like gaze onto Dean, clearly demanding he sort out whatever problem he had just created.
"Sure Cas. Let's go. Bye Bobby, Sir." Dean said standing quickly and practically running from the house.
Castiel said a polite farewell to Bobby and Rufus and followed Dean out with his head held high. He had his dignity after all. Even Dean had just ripped everything else to shreds.
Once Castiel and Dean had left Rufus turned to Bobby with a frown. "What the hell was that all about?" he asked in confusion.
"That was Dean Winchester being the biggest idjit ever born." Was all Bobby said in reply, still glaring at the door Dean had high tailed it out of. If he hadn't just screwed up the best thing that ever happened in his life all because of his mistaken assumptions about people then Bobby was sure he was the damn Queen of Sheba. Though he did wish that they sorted it out, he hoped that maybe this was the kick up the ass the boy needed. Maybe now he would be straight with the people who cared for him. And maybe he wouldn't lose Cas in the process, though Bobby had seen the look in the boys eyes. He didn't like Dean's chances with that one.