Hello yet again. I would like to thank rainystv and Hllo-Beastie for the great reviews. I would also like to thank those of you who have followed and favoured since my last update.

So here's the next bit.

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Dean sat on Sam's couch in state of shock. Taking one look at her brother-in-law Jess went to the kitchen and got the bottle of whiskey and a glass. Returning to the livingroom she handed them to Sam and sat down next to Dean placing her hand on his back and gently rubbing, not that he seemed to notice. Sam poured half a glass of whiskey and placed it in Dean's hand watching him down it in one before he spoke.

"So what happened?"

"I was an idiot. I tried so hard Sam. but I just buried my head in the sand. I thought it would be fine. That it would all work out on its own. This is all my fault. You know what he thought? He thought I was embarrassed by him. Me! No he should have been the one who was embarrassed. I mean who the hell did I think I was? I'm nothing compared to him. He was right. I don't deserve him. He'll be better off now." and with that Dean took the bottle from the startled Sam's hands and filled his glass to the brim before downing it in one and filling it again.

"Okay Dean. Enough. What happened?" Sam asked sternly removing the bottle from Dean's hand as he went to fill the glass for a fourth time.

"He found out." Dean replied trying to grab for the bottler but his brother held it out of his reach.

"Found out what?"

"That no one knows." Dean finally uttered giving up trying to reach for the bottle in favour of holding his head in his hands as the tears started to pour down his face again.

"Oh Dean." Was all Sam could think to say. He had been telling Dean for weeks that he needed to tell everyone about him and Cas, but now was not the time for I told you so's. Dean was giving himself enough of a guilt trip without Sam adding to it.

"Why did I even think that it would end any differently? I destroy everything I touch. I should have never got involved with him." Dean whispered into the quite of the room. Sam and Jess just sat there watching him neither knowing what to do. They had never seen him like this after all. With that thought Sam stood and went to the phone. There was only one person he knew who would know what to do.

Bobby was sitting in his study looking over the book that Cas had left there earlier when the phone rang. "What?" Bobby said gruffly answering it. Who the hell would be calling at this time of night?

"Hey Bobby its Sam." He heard down the phone and Bobby knew. He knew this was about Dean.

"What happened?" he asked wearily, he was getting to old for this shit.

"Cas and Dean split up." Sam replied, not really sure exactly what happened. Trying to decipher Dean's ramblings was rather hard through all the self-hatred.

"Balls." Bobby responded, he'd expected it but he had hoped that it wouldn't happen. "What's he doing now?" He asked.

"Um, crying, blaming himself, drinking whiskey," looking over at Dean and seeing that in Sam's absence he had got hold of the bottle and was now drinking straight from it he corrected. "Lots of whiskey."

"Okay. Let him drink himself into a stupor. I'll come see him tomorrow and I'll call Rufus and let him know he wouldn't be in." Bobby sighed down the phone. Time he sorted out that idjit.

"Thanks Bobby." Sam sighed in relief that the older man was taking charge. With a hurried good-bye he hung up, going back to Dean.

Dean woke the next morning with the worst hangover in history. For a second he wondered what had happened to make him drink so much and then it all came rushing back to him. He had lost Cas. And without Cas his life was worthless. He was nothing without his man. With that thought he just rolled over and stared up at Sam's ceiling. He was on his brother's couch he realised. He should probably get up and go to work but he couldn't be bothered. He didn't want to see those people. Not today. Not ever again. It was because he cared so much what they thought about him that he had lost the only person whose opinion truly mattered.

Sam walked in dressed for work to see Dean lying there with his eyes open, but looking into their depths he was shocked by how blank they seemed. It was like looking into a shadow of Dean and his brother not really being there. It scared him.

"Dean I'm heading out. Do you need anything?" he asked cautiously, Dean just turned his empty eyes on his brother and just looked at him. Sam was going to take that as a no. "Okay, I'll see you later." He said quickly making his way out of the livingroom. He hoped Bobby could do something later, cos if he couldn't then he was at a loss.

Bobby arrived at Sam's around midday to see that the curtains in the livingroom were still drawn. Huffing he made his way up to the door and let himself in with his key. Walking in the first thing that hit him was the smell of whiskey.

"Dean you idjit. What the hell you doing to yourself." He mumbled as he made his way into the room so that he was facing the couch and Dean who hadn't moved since Sam had left this morning.

"So what happened?" He snapped down at the prone figure.

"He finished with me." Dean replied without looking at Bobby.

"This about you being an idjit and refusing to tell people about the two of you?" Bobby asked gruffly.

"Maybe." Dean mumbled in reply. When Bobby said it like that it did sound pretty stupid, but it wasn't just that, it was so much more.

"Well then I'm here to tell you that you need to get your head out your ass cos they all already know." Bobby stated causing Dean to shoot up from the couch into a sitting position with his eyes wide.

"What?" he screeched wondering just what Bobby had done.

"They ain't stupid Dean, plus you work with a room full of detectives. They've known pretty much since you started there." Bobby stated plainly. Well aware that Dean thought he had told them.

"But...why did know one say anything?" Dean asked incredulously. I mean surely if what Bobby was saying was true then they wouldn't want to work with him right? But they always had? God he was confused now.

"Cos they were respecting your privacy but time for you to shelf the shit and sort it out with that boy." Bobby replied with a roll of his eyes at Dean Stupidity.

"Well that doesn't matter, he wouldn't want me back. Not now." Dean responded leaning back on the couch trying to absorb all that Bobby had just told him.

"Why what ya do that was so bad?" Bobby asked more gently.

"You wouldn't understand." Dean replied closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to look Bobby in the face.

"Try me." Bobby stated.

"I couldn't say it." Dean whispered at him still with his eyes closed. He was so ashamed of himself. But he still couldn't say it. Even to Bobby.

"Say what?" Bobby asked.

"That I'm…I'm bisexual." Dean finally managed to get out. When he said the word his eyes shot open. He'd said it.

"Well seems to me you just did." Bobby replied smugly.

"It's not that simple." Dean responded frowning as he thought about all that had happened between him and Cas the previous day.

"Seems it to me." Bobby replied crossing his arms at the boy in front of him. He always over-complicating everything.

"He won't want me back Bobby. I mean what reason would he?" Dean asked completely seriously making Bobby roll his eyes at his obvious blindness.

"You mean except that you and he are clearly in love with each other? Can't think of one damn reason." He finally replied glaring at Dean.

"But-"

"No. no buts Dean Winchester. You are going to get off your ass and go find out how to win that boy back and you are going to do whatever it takes you hear me? Now go shower and change and go see him." And with that Bobby marched out the door leaving Dean sitting there staring at the space he had been standing with his mouth open. (Oh Bobby you really are good at sorting out ours boys.)