Quick FYI: Balthazar owns his bar, but doesn't run it single-handedly. He likes to open it, and acts as a bartender most of the time, but another bartender is in charge of closing the place because Balthazar has a tendency to drink while working. He has the freedom to do that because he owns the place, so he can't get in trouble with bosses or get fired.

So, with all that out of the way, here's the chapter!

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Week 10

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"Stop fidgeting. It's not that big of a deal, Dean."

"I'm meeting your family, Cas. It is a big deal. And I want them to like me."

Cas sighed. "You're only meeting Balthazar today. The others aren't coming until Thursday. Besides, Balthazar is one of the most laid-back people you will ever meet."

Dean let out a "hrumph" and looked out the window. They'd decided to drive to Cas's apartment instead of flying, even though it was 7 hours away. It had taken some convincing for Dean to let Cas drive his "Baby", but Cas insisted on taking shifts driving.

The time had gone by quickly at first, and they had talked for most of the drive, but when they were just a half-hour outside Pontiac, Dean had gotten quiet and started fiddling with his hands. Cas understood Dean's anxiety – he'd felt it himself before meeting Dean's family – but it was a bit tiring.

In the last 5 minutes, Dean started talking again, asking questions that he hardly allowed Cas time to answer, which made Cas want to roll his eyes.

"How long have you known Balthazar? What does he do? Oh right, he owns a bar. What's it called? Does he have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Should I bring him something to break the ice - like maybe a bottle of wine? Would that be stupid? What are we going to do when we get there?"

"Dean, we're here. Stop worrying."

Dean bit his lip, and even though it was out of anxiety, Cas still found it pretty hot.

"Yeah, but…"

"Come on," Cas beckoned, already getting out of the parked car. "Everything's going to be fine, I swear."

Dean reluctantly followed him to the door, and Cas simply opened it. It was his house, after all. At least currently.

"Balthazar," he called out. "We're here!"

The aforementioned blonde man appeared from the kitchen and smiled.

"Cas, how lovely to see you!"

A trace of humor underlined his words, but Cas ignored that. Balthazar seemed to always speak that way.

Balthazar's eyes fell on Dean, and his eyebrows raised just a touch. "You must be Dean."

Dean grinned at him, but something odd lurked in his features. "Nice to meet you."

"Well, while I might like to stay and chitchat some more, I've got some chicken in the oven. I hope you're hungry."

"Very," Cas agreed.

Balthazar disappeared back into the kitchen, and Cas led Dean to the dining area. Dean sat down and Cas went to get dishware. A few minutes later, they all sat together for an early dinner before the packing began.

"So… Dean began hesitantly at the beginning of dinner, "Cas forgot to mention that you were British."

Cas tried to hold in the laugh, but couldn't. He snorted loudly and then a laugh burst free. He'd gotten so used to Balthazar's accent that he hadn't even thought to mention it. But of course, it had thrown Dean off guard, who would naturally assume that all the members of Cas's family would be American, as they were all in the Illinois foster system.

Dean blushed.

"He's not really British," Cas said quickly, before Balthazar could reply. "He just spent a few years there. He likes to think the accent suits him, so he kept it. If you ask me, I think it makes him sound like… what would you say Balthazar? I think the term is prat."

Balthazar held a hand to his chest in mock indignation.

"Ouch, that hurts."

Cas laughed again, and Dean chuckled along with him. Cas could tell he was already losing his nervous edge.

"Well, accent aside," Dean said, "Cas did tell me that you own a bar. What's that like?"

"I quite enjoy it. It took ten years of working as a bartender to save the money to open my own place, so I'm rather proud of that as well. It's my own little piece of heaven."

"What's it called?"

"Heaven's Pub."

Dean nodded appreciatively. "Appropriate. Creative, too. Easy to remember the name of."

Balthazar smiled cheekily. "That's the idea."

Cas watched the two of them talk for a while longer, occasionally joining the conversation but mostly letting the two get acquainted.

After dinner ended, the Cas and Dean started packing up Cas's things, and Balthazar cleaned up the dishes, saying he'd help out when he was done. But, true to Balthazar's style, he drew the chore out so he didn't have to help with any packing.

Eventually, Balthazar did surface, but not to pack.

"Hey, I've got to open up 'Heaven', so I've got to go. Either of you gents care to tag along?"

Cas looked at Dean, who definitely looked interested.

"Alright," Cas agreed. "Dean should definitely try one of your specialty drinks before we leave town."

Dean smiled excitedly, and the three headed out.

Cas decided not to drink any more than one beer every two hours. He held alcohol pretty well, but had the feeling that his two companions would get quite intoxicated, and didn't mind being the designated driver.

His intuition proved right, as Balthazar had Dean try every specialty drink, and partook of each one with him. The activity lasted all night, with breaks in between that kept them from getting blackout drunk, but they were still far past tipsy.

As they got ready to leave, Balthazar slurred to Cas, "When you're gone, how will I get home when I'm piss-drunk?"

"There's something called a cab that you might consider," Cas replied drily.

Dean passed out pretty quickly once they got home and into Cas's bedroom. Cas made sure Balthazar got to bed okay, then joined Dean in his bed, finding that he fell asleep almost as fast.

The next morning, Dean and Balthazar had pretty bad hangovers, and Cas served up coffee and Aspirin with a roll of his eyes. He tried not to laugh when both wore their sunglasses inside for the first few hours of the day.

Once again, Balthazar found reasons not to help with packing, but he did help some. Not much, but some.

Balthazar went back to work at "Heaven's Pub" again, though he came back sober. Dean decided not to go, as he wanted to be more alert when the rest of Cas's close family showed up the next day.

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Dean woke up to the tantalizing smell of fresh baked bagels. Cas was still asleep, and he doubted that Balthazar would be up so early after a night on the job, so he guessed that meant it was the first of Cas's family members.

Nervously, he got out of bed and threw on some jeans and a t-shirt. He followed the smell to the kitchen, where he found a young-looking guy setting out cups of gourmet coffee.

"Morning!" the guy said cheerfully when he noticed Dean there. "I brought breakfast."

"Thanks. I'm Dean, by the way, Cas's… boyfriend."

The word felt odd as it came out of his mouth, but not bad. Just unfamiliar.

"I figured. I'm Samandriel. But, uh, you can call me Alfie if you want. Most people do. Hanna and Castiel still call me Samandriel though." He cocked his head just slightly, not unlike Cas often did. "Castiel really seems to like you."

Dean blushed. "He does. I'm pretty lucky."

Samandriel/Alfie smiled warmly at him, and then brought the food to the table.

Cas stumbled out of his room a few minutes later, looking groggy as per usual. But he brightened when he saw his brother.

"Samandriel! It's been too long!"

They hugged, and then Cas joined them for breakfast. Then they went to continue the packing. Alfie was extremely helpful, and worked quietly alongside Dean and Cas.

A little before lunchtime, Hanna showed up, a blue-eyed brunette who Dean had to say looked a bit like a female version of Cas. Cas introduced the two of them, and the four worked together for an hour or so until Balthazar appeared asking about lunch. Alfie volunteered to help Cas cook, and Balthazar decided to take a shower in the meantime, which left Dean and Hanna alone.

"You know, when we were young, I had a bit of a crush on Castiel," she told Dean bluntly.

His brow furrowed in confusion, and he wondered what the appropriate reply to that was. Fortunately, Hanna continued, so he didn't have to come up with anything to say.

"He's always been a good person. That's why I liked him, why everyone likes him. But that means he gets hurt easily. He always sees the best in people. I don't have those feelings for Castiel now, but I care greatly about him, as does the rest of his family. We don't like to see him hurt." She looked Dean in the eyes. "Make him happy."

Her words were a bit intimidating, but Dean knew she hadn't meant them to be a threat. She just wanted to make sure he was good enough for Cas. At least, he was pretty sure that's what she meant.

"I will. Or at least, I'll do my best. I don't want to see him hurt either."

Hanna nodded as if that were a satisfactory answer, then continued working.

Lunch was short, and then everyone returned to packing. Even Balthazar pitched in (though he left after a few hours). It turned out that Hanna had a knack for organization, and was a great asset, even if she was a bit… blunt. Dean soon realized that she didn't have much of a filter (or a sense of humor), and seemed to say whatever came to her mind. She got along well with Alfie though.

After that, the day was mostly uneventful, and Dean found that it passed quickly. At least, until dinnertime, which was when Cas's brother Gabriel arrived.

Cas had told Dean that Gabriel was "wild", but Dean apparently hadn't been completely prepared for Gabriel's electrifying personality.

Gabriel was loud and boisterous, and both Hanna and Alfie seemed wary of him. Balthazar definitely loved him, and Cas seemed to like him mostly (though he rolled his eyes a lot at Gabriel's dramatics).

Gabriel had arrived late, which was unfortunate as he'd offered to bring dinner. Everyone was starving by the time he got there, so not much time was wasted getting to the table to eat the Chinese food. The table was barely big enough for all of them, but it was nice.

Dean found himself suddenly in awe during dinner, looking around and realizing that this family, Cas's family, was one that he'd built himself. He grew up with nothing but he still found family, and that was what had mattered to him.

And then Gabriel ruined it.

"Gee, Dean-o, you seem kinda spacey. Is your eggroll too hard? I thought you'd like it hard."

Dean coughed harshly on a bite of chow mien and his face grew hot.

Cas groaned, "Gabriel, can't you behave yourself for a few hours?"

Gabriel shrugged. "Sure. But what's the fun in that?"

Throughout dinner, Gabriel continued the onslaught of innuendos and suggestive jokes, along with occasional eyebrow waggling, which even Balthazar grew tired of.

After they'd finished, Hanna and Alfie got up to leave, and Gabriel complained that they were leaving before dessert, but he shut up when they said he could eat their portions.

Dessert, as it turned out, was giant cupcakes that Gabriel had apparently brought, though Dean couldn't remember seeing them before. They were delicious. Dean managed to eat all of his, but Cas couldn't finish his off, and neither could Balthazar. Somehow, Gabriel scarfed down three, as well as a multitude of candy bars which he kept pulling out of pockets of his coat and pants.

Gabriel and Balthazar almost seemed to be in cahoots during dessert, though, as it lasted much longer than one might expect. By the time they were all finished with the food and conversation, Balthazar was going to leave to open up the bar, and Gabriel headed after him.

"Typical Gabriel," Cas muttered, "Finding a way to come over to help me move and then managing not to pack a single thing."

Gabriel apparently heard this, and turned around to say with a sly grin, "Complain all you want, but I'm doing you a favor." He winked suggestively and added, "Enjoy the alone time."

And then Gabriel was gone.

And, though they'd been planning on packing some more, Dean and Cas decided to follow his advice.

The next morning, they got up a bit earlier so they'd finish packing and getting everything on the moving truck on time. Gabriel had crashed on the couch in the early hours of the morning, and so he wasn't any help. Not that they expected him to be.

It didn't take too long, and by the time they'd finished, Balthazar and Gabriel were both awake. Cas bid them both goodbye, and though Balthazar rarely acted serious, Dean thought he might have seen the man shed a tear during the goodbyes.

Then they were off, driving in front of the moving truck towards Lawrence, Kansas. Dean still couldn't believe Cas was really going to live with him.

He still had lingering doubts and fears, but he disregarded them. He loved Cas.

He loved Cas.

He realized he hadn't said as much to Cas, and so, when they stopped at a fast food place for dinner, Dean abruptly turned to Cas and said, "I love you."

Cas looked stunned, and Dean started to feel self-conscious. Why had he decided to do this now? A fast food restaurant was hardly the romantic setting that such words would usually be set in.

But then Cas laughed and pulled Dean into a kiss.

"I love you too, Dean Winchester."

And suddenly that restaurant felt like the most romantic place in the world.

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Two bachelors fought for Atara Kemmiam's heart that week, and Atara made her choice. One man was sent home heartbroken, the other given one final rose.

Atara Kemmiam and Dustin Total are now happily engaged.

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In case you didn't know: I'm not done yet! I'm also doing chapters for "The Men Tell All" and "After the Final Rose" (I'm going in chronological order rather than the order the episodes air in). Chapter 11 ("The Men Tell All") will be posted next Monday and the final chapter, Chapter 12 ("After the Final Rose") will be posted next Wednesday.