Dean tapped his shoe restlessly against the carpeted floor. His arms were crossed. Where the hell was he, he thought. It's been almost 20 minutes.

"Come on, Cas! We don't got all day," He said loudly.

There was a silence before, a shuffle and rustling of clothes. The door opened. Cas stood there, hair neatly combed, white shirt ironed. The only thing out of place was his tie, which was a little askew. Dean straightened it with a smile.

"You know, we're just going to a bar? It's not like I'm taking you out on a date," He chuckled.

Cas's face heated up. He wanted it to be a date, but he was an angel. He couldn't go on dates, let alone with another man. But Dean was different. Dean was...Dean.

"I might as well make myself presentable," He said in his gravelly voice. Dean only smiled again.

"Yeah, well let's get going," He said. He walked out of the motel opening the door of the Impala. Cas followed and stood awkwardly by the car.

"Is Sam coming along with us?" He asked. Dean squinted his eyes.

"Uh...no," He started, he puckered his lips in the way only Dean did. It gave Cas butterflies in his stomach. "He was staying behind. Why?"

Cas nodded, shifting from foot to foot. He motioned to the passenger seat.

"Sam usually rides up front. I didn't want to take his place," He said looking away. Dean laughed, shaking his head.

"Just get in," Dean said hopping into the car, starting the engine.

Cas got in carefully. He stared ahead as Dean pulled out of the parking lot and started down the road. The radio was playing quietly, Dean was singing along softly. Cas looked over at Dean out of the corner of his eye. He smiled at Dean's perfect pitch. Dean pulled into the bar's parking lot, parking farther away.

"You are aware there was a spot right next to the door," He said as they started walking. Dean nodded.

"Mhm. I am."

"Then why didn't you park closer?" He asked, confused. After being on Earth for years, being with Dean, and being a human that one time, Cas thought he was starting to understand how humans worked. Dean just shrugged.

"Thought we could just walk together. You don't mind that I hope," Dean said looking over at Cas. Cas blushed a little.

"Certainly not," Cas said quickly. Dean smiled at them. They walked the rest of the way in silence.

Cas and Dean sat in a small booth across from each other. They both had a beer. Dean looked at Castiel with a slight smile, Cas was staring, mesmerized by the people at the pool tables.

"Cas," Dean said for the fourth time. Cas's head snapped back towards Dean. "You keep staring at them. Why?" He asked motioning to the people crowded by the pool tables. Cas's face flushed.

"It's...very interesting. Also complex..." Cas said still staring. Dean flashed a grin.

"What? Pool?" Dean asked. Castiel nodded emptily. ¨Want me to show you how to play? It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it." Dean said smiling at Cas. Cas nodded again. They both stood and Dean moved silently to an empty table.

Cas tilted his head and squinted his eyes, as he usually did when confused. He watched as Dean took a long, wooden rod and seemed to polish the tip of it with a blue cube. Dean walked back over to Cas and handed him the stick. Cas stood awkwardly with the stick in his right hand. His eyes followed Dean as he set the balls into a plastic triangle. A black ball with an '8' stood out to Cas, Dean had placed it in the center. Cas tilted his head again. Dean took the triangle away. He crossed his arms.

"Go for it," Dean said, with a slight smile.

Cas gripped the stick tighter as he moved slowly towards to table. He quickly glanced up at the people at the other tables, trying to see how they held the stick. Cas adjusted his grip, sliding the stick this way and that. He thought he had it right.

"Now put your stick near the plain white one, and hit it at all the balls there," Dean explained, pointing. Cas nodded slowly.

Cas looked over at the table again. The other people were bent over the table, so he bent over the table. Feeling Dean's gaze on him, he blushed. He aimed for the white ball, the stick was shaking. He thrusted the stick towards the ball, missing it completely. He waited for Dean's laugh, but there was nothing. He turned around and looked at Dean. Dean was smiling.

"Here, I'll help you," Dean said. He stood behind Cas and bent over him. Cas's face heated up even more. Dean put his arms next to Cas's and wrapped his hands around Cas's.

Cas's face was beat red. He looked around and saw people staring. Some were pointing, some whispering.

"D-dean," Cas started. "People are, um, staring." Dean only shrugged.

"Doesn't bother me," He stopped. "I-is it bothering you?" Cas shook his head quickly. He felt Dean's sigh of relief on his neck. Dean cleared his throat.

"Okay. So first you want to aim your stick, and make sure you have a good grip on it..." Dean continued to explain how to play and different techniques, but Cas wasn't paying attention to what Dean was saying. He just nodded every so often. His face was hot to the touch, there were so many eyes on him, and the feeling of having Dean on top of him was...different. It was different but it was a good different, a very good different.

Eventually, Dean moved away from Cas, leaving Cas feeling cold. Dean had said something, but Cas hadn't heard.

"I'm sorry, I failed to hear you," He said. Dean smirked at his choice of words.

"I said give it a go," Dean replied. Cas set the stick on the table.

"I'd rather not," He said. "I think we should just head back to the motel."

Dean nodded silently. He walked over to the booth, putting a twenty down. Cas grabbed his trench coat, and they were on their way.

In the parking lot, they walked again in silence. Dean stopped about halfway to the car. Cas just stared at Dean.

"What are you doing?" He asked. Dean looked at Cas with obvious pain in his eyes.

"What I did back there...did it bother you?" Dean asked. Cas looked to the left of Dean, avoiding eye contact. His face flushed.

"N-not at all," He said. "I...actually kind of liked it." Cas's eyes widened. What is the matter with you, he asked himself. Have you gone mad?

Castiel expected Dean to turn and walk away. The car ride would be silent and their friendship would be ruined. Cas was so far off. Instead, Dean walked forward. Cas embraced for the slap, even though it would be the equivelant of a tickle. Dean placed two fingers under Cas's chin, startling him a little.

"D-dean w-" Cas started, but was cut off. Dean's lips were softly pressed against Cas's.

At first, Cas's eyes were wide. But he eventually melted into the kiss. They pulled away, Cas had his dead expression on his face, Dean smirking a little. Then, a sharp pain impaled Cas's abdomen. He looked down at his stomach, an angel blade. He'd been stabbed by and angel blade. Even worse, Dean had done it. Dean's smirk was now an ear to ear grin. Castiel watched in horror as Dean's eyes flickered black.

"It's a true shame Cas," He leaned in so their noses were almost touching. "He was in love with you." He whispered.

Demon Dean violently ripped the blade out of his stomach, cackling. Cas doubled over and sunk to the ground. An intense light fled his body, it was such an awful feeling. Cas's vision faded. The last thing he saw was Dean's eyes flickered back to those beautiful green eyes, Cas had known to love.

Dean screamed. He cradled Cas, knowing there was no point in calling for help.

"Cas...Cas I'm so sorry..." He whispered, rocking with him. He kissed his cheek, crying, and watched as Cas's body disappeared into light. "I'm sorry my little angel."