The next two weeks was a roller coster of emotions. One day, I would be falling head of heels for that asshat. While other days, I could barely look at him without wanting to scream.

Some nights, Dean would decide to take me out for dinner, and I would blush my face till it was crimson red.

While other nights, he would stay out until two in the morning and come back to my apartment drunk, screaming that he was in love with me. It was sort of cute at first, but then I just was pissed, because I had to get up an hour later. (Not to mention, that we had already established that we loved each other a long time ago.) Not only would he do that, he would rarely show up at the café anymore. And, he always used the same excuse why.

"I was at Sam's." He would say, like he didn't just spend the entire day at that shitty motel the day before.

So, when Dean asked if he could stay the night at my place, Sam coming to spend dinner, of course, I was a bit hesitant.

"I don't know, Dean. I'm busy tonight," I lied, avoiding eye contact, because I honestly had absolutely nothing to do on a Friday night. I glanced down the street, wishing I could some how run away from this conversation. Dean had stopped me on the sidewalk just a block away from my apartment. I was happy to see him, for I hadn't seen him all day, but all he wanted was to ask a stupid question.

"Oh c'mon, Cas. I haven't been over to your apartment in, like, a week." Dean complained, reaching out and taking my hands in his.

"That's because you've been spending all your time with Sam," I spat, a little more harshly than I planned.

Dean narrowed his eyes, like he finally figured something out. "I know, I'm sorry. But, tonight I can spend time with you... so, please? Babe?"

I sighed, I didn't really want to say yes. I actually wanted a full nights sleep for once. But, how could I say no to a face like that?

"Fine. But, only 'cause you're cute." I flashed him a small smile, causing him to smile too.

"I love you." Dean cooed, leaning in to kiss my lips. I turned my head, his lips planting on my cheek instead.

"Yeah, yeah. Love you too, dork." I teased, pulling away from him and walking towards my apartment. Dean could really annoy the Hell out of me, but I think that's the part I love the most.

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"So, how have you been, Castiel?" Sam asked, once we were all gathered around the kitchen's table.

I nodded, taking a spoonful of the green bean casserole I had prepared. "Pretty good. I've been keeping busy at the café, so it hasn't been too bad. But, um, how about you Sam? Is it nice being back in your home town?"

Sam shrugged lightly, moving the food around on his plate. "Yeah, it brings back some... memories, but it's nice otherwise."

"He remembers the freakin' awesome pie, I think is what he means," Dean chimed in, shoving a spoon full of potatoes into his mouth. I smiled lightly, enjoying new company for a change.

"Wow, Cas, this is really good." Dean gushed, gesturing to the casserole, Sam nodding in agreement.

I blushed, shrugging off the compliment. "It's just a casserole, Dean."

"Yeah, well, it's pretty damn good. Almost as good as Moms'." Dean said, scooping more food. Sam flashed him a stern look, but I couldn't quite figure out why.

"That's quite a compliment." I responded, smiling again.

"Well, it's true. It makes me wish Dad was here." Dean added.

"Why?" Sam suddenly blurted out, causing me to jump slightly.

"Why what, Sammy?" Dean asked, still chewing his food in his mouth. I quickly studied Sam's face, wondering what sparked his sudden mood change.

"Why would you want our Dad here?" Sam clarified, spitting out the words like it was the most obvious question in the world.

Dean made a face towards Sam, furrowing his eyebrows. "Because, he's our Dad, Sam. Why else?"

"So, just because he's our father you wish he would be here?" Sam countered, anger growing in his voice.

"Well, why else? What has gotten in to you, Sam? I just wish our old man was still around to enjoy the good things in life, it's all I'm saying." Dean said, his face twisting with frustration. I knew something was getting stirred up between the two, and I was oh-so-lucky enough to sit in the middle of it.

"Yeah, the good things in life. Like, how he got drunk every night and wasted his life away? Those kind of good things?" Sam spat, his eyes watering.

"Don't talk about him like that, Sam. He did not get drunk every night, and he made good use of his life." Dean said, his voice on the verge of yelling.

"How the Hell would you know?! You left! You didn't have to see him waste away to nothing for a year!" Sam yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Dean.

"Because, I was lost!" Dean finally yelled, standing up from the table. "And, I'm sorry! Okay? Mom was gone. You may not remember her, but I did! I was lost without her, Sam!"

"I was lost too, Dean. When you abandoned me, I was lost too." Sam hissed, his voice low.

"I didn't abandon you." Dean corrected, his face still twisted with anger.

"You left me with a drunken monster," Sam choked out. I could tell Dean was bringing back some deep memories in Sam, that's why he was acting this way.

"He wasn't a monster," Dean mumbled, sounding unsure of himself.

"Then, why did you leave me?!" Sam snapped, standing up from the table so he was looking down at his older brother.

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to hurt you!" Dean yelled, his words rushed.

"Then you should have answered my damn calls." Sam muttered, disgust in his voice. He moved away from the table, keeping his eyes on his brother until he was standing in front of the door.

"Thanks for the food, Castiel." Sam mumbled, before disappearing out the door.

I continued to sit silently in my chair, unsure if I should move, speak, or even breath. Dean also continued to stand beside the table, staring sadly at the kitchen floor. It went on like this for a while, to a point were it was almost to awkward to even blink.

Dean was the one who broke the silence first. "I knew we were getting along too well. It was only a matter of time before we cracked; We always do."

"You went through a tough time," I said, softly.

"Yeah, but that's not an excuse to be a douche." Dean responded, almost in a whisper.

"You don't have to stay the night, if you don't want too. I understand if you want your space." I suggested, feeling disappointed, but knowing it was the right thing.

Dean finally glanced over at me, his head tilted. "Are you kidding? If I have the chance to stay at my baby's house, I'm taking it."

I couldn't help the smile that bloomed on my lips, and light blush that lit up my cheeks. That's my Dean.