Hello again my darlings. I would like to thank rainystv for the review and also thank you lovely people who have followed and favoured since my last update. I love you all.

So here we are at chapter 50. Time to put the plan into action don't you think? Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Dean walked through door of Roadhouse and saw all his colleagues there. And by the bar was Sam and Bobby talking to Rufus. With a sigh of relief that his back up (metaphorically speaking) was here he made his way over to his brother still scanning the room to see if Charlie and Cas were here. Though he would go through with his plan even if they weren't he had decided. Enough was enough. And Charlie did say she would get him here if she thought he wanted to get back with him. What if Cas didn't want him back? What if he had screwed up so royally that it was too late? He was just starting to panic when he saw in the back booth, the same one that he and Cas had sat at on their third date he distractedly registered, sat Charlie, Gabriel and Cas. Letting out a sigh of relief at seeing him he turned to Ellen who was behind the bar, about to ask her for a whiskey only to find that she had just poured him a large one. With a shrug she spoke.

"Thought you might need the courage." she said with a gentle smile at him.

"Yeah." Dean replied downing the drink and turning to Sam who smiled at him and nodded in encouragement, he nodded back then taking a deep breath he nodded to Ellen. It was time. Time to do his thing. Enact his plan. Win back the heart of the man he loved. For Cas. He was doing this was Cas. (Oh plany, plany, plan time.)

With that thought he climbed onto one of the bar stools and from there climbed onto the top of the bar. Standing he reached behind him for the microphone that Ellen held out for him having turned off the music in the bar at Dean's nod. Wiping the sweat from nerves off his hands Dean coughed to clear his throat and gain everyone's attention. Once the bar had quietened down he started to speak.

"Hi. Most of you here know me but for those that don't my name is Dean Winchester and I'm a detective with the local police department. Now there are very few things in life that are important to me. My car, pie, my brother, which means obviously that Sam comes behind baby and pie.-"

"Hey." Sam shouted from his place by the bar with his phone in hand.

"Sorry Sammy, but it's the truth." Dean replied unrepentant and with a smirk for his brother.

"Jerk." Sam uttered with love in his voice.

"Bitch." Dean replied with an equally fond smile on his lips before taking a deep breath and returning to what it was he wanted to say. "Anyway as I was saying. Those things I have said are very important to me but I have recently found something that puts them all into the shade. Someone that is so important to me and that I want in my life so badly I'm currently standing on this bar making this crazy speech." Dean paused briefly to take yet another deep breath, he could do this. For Cas.

"This person is so special. They make me want to be the best me I can be, but I failed and I broke both our hearts because I was a coward. I let my fear of what others would think of me overshadow my life. But I'm not doing that anymore. I will not let fear ruin the best thing I have ever had in my life. So here goes…" and with one more deep breath Dean looked out at the faces of his friends, catching each and every one of their eyes before he spoke, clearly, loudly and confidently.

"My name is Dean Winchester, I'm a police detective and I am bisexual and in love with Castiel Novak." (Well that's a declaration.)

Dean wasn't sure what reaction he had expected to his announcement but it was definitely not the one he got. From the back of his group of work mates came a shout of "YES." Turning Dean was just in time to see his partner detective Garth Fitzgerald the Third fist pump the air.

"What the-?" He asked out loud down the microphone suddenly making Garth's eyes go wide.

"Um nothing?" He replied in a small voice making Dean narrow his eyes.

"Explain yourself Garth." Dean said in his most deadly voice. Looking round Dean saw that it was not only Garth who was now looking shifty, not meeting his eyes and scuffing the floor, glaring back at his partner he waited.

Finally Garth caved under Deans stare, quicker the most criminals did. Though they didn't depend on the guy having their back.

"It's just I won the pool." He said in a voice reminiscent of a naughty child who had been caught.

"The pool? And what pool would that be?" Dean asked now spreading his glare at all his work colleagues. Rufus who was standing next to Bobby watching the show found it hilarious but he thought that maybe it was time he intervened. He didn't want to have pull Dean away from killing anyone. The boy had much more important things to do. Like talk to the love of his life. Time to move this along. (So very true Rufus.)

"I believe there was a pool running on when you would finally get your head out your ass and admit what we all knew." Rufus said. Dean turned. Ready to scream at who had spoken but quickly thought better of it when he realised it was his boss. It probably wouldn't be good for his career if he shouted at him. (Weeell no, probably not.)

It was at this point a laugh was heard from the back of the room, making Dean turn to the table where Cas sat. Only to see that Gabriel had fallen of his chair at the Hilarity of the events. Glaring at Cas' brother he jumped down from the bar and handed the microphone back to Ellen then taking a deep breath made his way over to Cas. Hoping against hope that he had done enough. He really wasn't sure what else he could do to win him back. What Cas didn't realise yet, nobody did except him and his brother, was that Sam had filmed his speech and was at present in the process of uploading it to YouTube. But they would soon enough. With these thoughts Dean found his legs had gone shaky and his breathing was once again uneven. He hadn't just come out to his friends, but the whole god damn world. But it was for Cas. And that was worth anything. (So very true.)

Castiel had sat there in shock listening to Dean's speech. When Charlie had said that Dean wanted to talk to him he did not think she meant from on top of the bar through a microphone. And when Dean uttered the words that on Sunday had been so hard for him to say his eyes widened and his mouth fell open in disbelief. All that was said after that was lost on him because all he could think was Dean had done what he had secretly wanted him to do. In the most public way possible. All because he wanted him back. Because for a reason that Castiel could not understand, Dean Winchester loved him. Dean loved him. He loved him. (Of course he does. And I can think of many reasons.)