When Castiel returned to New York, he was no better off than when he had first arrived in the giant city. If anything he felt worse. He'd lost not one but two people whom he cared about all because he couldn't seem to make up his mind as to what he wanted. When he had, it had been too late and he'd lost Dean forever.

On his return, Gabriel had met him at the airport and knew something was up the moment he saw him. Gabriel being Gabriel didn't let Castiel off without explain going to such measures as to locking the door and not letting him out of the car until he told him what happened.

"Jesus, Cassie, you really outdid yourself this time." Gabriel proclaimed once Castiel had finished explaining. "What are you going to do now?" he asked.

Castiel shrugged, "Right now all I want to do is go home and sleep."

Gabriel looked him over for a moment before he nodded, "Alright I'll let you out but only if your promise me that on Wednesday we are going out. I don't care if you're not in the mood, we are going to get absolutely shitfaced so that we don't remember our own names let alone anyone else's."

Castiel couldn't help but snort at that. It was the same thing they had done when Castiel had first met Gabriel. It only seemed fitting to do it again now. Every night out with Gabriel was an adventure and a half that always left Castiel with the mother of all hangovers, a hefty dent in his bank account as well as a night of memories that even the drunkest of states couldn't erase. The one downside was that sometimes, those stories weren't in chronological order.

"Fine, but please just let me sleep for the next two days." Castiel replied as he reached for the handle of the recently unlocked door.

"Deal." Gabriel replied before he got out of his car and grabbed Castiel's suitcase. As he put in onto the curb, Gabriel stopped Castiel with a hand on his arm as he was about to grab it. He had a determined look on his face that only showed when he was being completely serious and Castiel knew that he was going to be sincere. "Promise me you'll call if you need anything? I know you and I know you just want to be alone right now but if you need someone to yell at or to cry on a shoulder then I'm here for you, okay?" he said.

Castiel nodded, "Yeah Gabe I promise, thank you."

After they said their goodbyes, Castiel rode the elevator up to his apartment floor and headed inside. It was with a heavy sigh that he opened the door and stepped into his apartment. He dumped his keys, wallet, and phone onto the console by the door, his suitcase wheeled in and placed next to it. As he stumbled tiredly further into the apartment, out of his peripheral vision he noticed a white envelope on the floor. Confused, he stooped down to pick it up and inspect. There was no note on either side as to what was inside but from the heaviness of the envelop he guess what it was and it made his heart sink.

Opening the envelope confirmed his suspicions and inside was a key to his apartment. The same key he had given to Balthazar. Tears formed in his eyes as he looked at the key but it wasn't that he was sad that Balthazar had left, it was more that he was disappointed that he didn't feel more. He knew that he should feel heartbroken that Balthazar had called off the engagement and that he had left him without another word but he didn't. The tears only came because of his lack of emotion over it all. What his heart really wanted was Dean, but in the whirlwind of it all, he'd managed to screw that up too.

Frustrated, he threw the key across the room towards the kitchen before he stormed off to his bedroom. He flopped onto his bed, pulled a pillow to his chest and sobbed into it as he thought about Dean and what they could've been if he hadn't of been such a hot head when he'd panicked about Balthazar showing up. He cried until he fell asleep, and when he awoke several hours later, he did it all over again.

When Wednesday rolled around, Gabriel sent him a message and told him that he would be coming over that night no excuses. Castiel knew there was no getting out of it and he found that he didn't particularly want to. He wanted to get his mind off of everything and he knew going out with Gabriel he would be able to forget everything for the entire night. The next day he would be able to sleep everything away and he'd deal with the consequences later.

During the day, he made an effort with himself. He tidied his apartment as the layer of dust on everything after his time away was a little too thick for his liking, he showered and did his laundry, he called Crowley and made sure everything with the exhibition was running smoothly, he replied to the many emails he had in his inbox from multiple people inquiring and congratulating him on his work, and through it all, he thought about Dean and how much he missed him.

It hurt more than it had the first time. The first time, he knew nothing else but Dean and it had hurt like nothing he had ever felt but now that he had a taste of the new Dean, the Dean that had turned his life around and had tried to make a life for himself because of Castiel. This time around he found he hurt so much more. Even the menial tasks of cleaning his apartment and running errands weren't enough to take his mind off of it like it had in the past. However, without a doubt, a night out with Gabriel would do just that.

Before Gabriel arrived at his apartment, he had already managed to get himself a little buzzed. The liquor was there and he found that he really didn't care if he was drunk before Gabriel even arrived. That was the point anyway so why not? Gabriel noticed, of course he had but if he was worried, he didn't show it.

They had a couple more drinks at the apartment before Gabriel dragged Castiel into a taxi and took him to the first bar of the night. They had drink after drink, talking about everything but the latest events. Gabriel's business was booming and Castiel was so unbelievably proud of his best friend. They had both come a long way since they had come to New York.

It was around the time that they reached the third bar that Castiel was stumbling. Everything was a blur and he really couldn't do much but sit at the bar. It didn't stop the drinks, he knew he should stop but thoughts of Dean were still plaguing him in the lull in conversations so he drank more and more until the point where he couldn't feel anything, until he lost all cohesive thought and just lost himself on the numerous dance floors and the night turned into morning.

The next day Castiel awoke with a groan. He had absolutely no idea what time it was but his head was throbbing like something chronic and his stomach was rolling even without him moving. He stretched his arms out only to have his left arm his something. Startled, he sat up, his stomach leaping into his throat as he did so but he swallowed past his gag and instead looked to the other side of the bed.

At first, he thought Gabriel must have crashed in the bed with him but as he saw the long, brown almost black hair, he knew it was definitely not Gabriel. On further investigation, he realised that he was naked, except for his boxer shorts which was strange for him as usually when he got blind drunk, he would collapse into bed and pass out, clothes and all. Gasping, Castiel leapt out of bed and ran to the bathroom where he threw up. His eyes were watering with the taste of bile filling his mouth and burning his throat. Not a single memory of who the person in his bed was came to mind as he was in the bathroom, spewing his guts out.

After he'd washed his mouth out and washed his face, he had built up the courage to venture out and find out who was in his bed. As he walked he tried to think of a way to wake up the sleeping body but as he exited, he saw that the brunette was awake and sitting up in bed, with a sheet covering her chest down.

"What the fuck?" Castiel breathed as he looked at the woman.

"Well, clearly you don't remember anything about last night." the woman laughed a predatory smirk on her face as if she knew something that Castiel clearly didn't.

Castiel stuttered confused as he stood rooted to the spot, "Did-Did we?" Castiel asked gesturing vaguely between the two of them.

The brunette winked at him, making Castiel swallow hard. He felt the bile rising in his throat once more, not at the fact he'd slept with a stranger but more the fact that he had got so drunk that he didn't even remember having sex. As Castiel swayed on the spot, the woman started laughing.

"Calm down, Clarence." the woman soothed, "Nothing happened between us. Well other than the kiss we shared at the club. I'd told you how I didn't actually have a place to stay last night and you offered."

Castiel let out a sigh of relief before he quickly realised that it may have sounded offensive.

"Relax, I know how you feel. You actually told me quite a few times last night that you were still hung up on your husband."

"Ex-husband." Castiel muttered sorrowfully.

"Yeah, you also made that well-known too."

"Fuck..." Castiel groaned, running his hands through his greasy hair.

"Really, Clarence, you need to relax." the mystery woman continued to try and calm him down.

It wasn't working.

Castiel's breathing grew ragged, his nausea coming back with vengeance. He knew he could be a little out of control when he was drunk but spilling out his problems to complete strangers, kissing strangers and inviting them back to his place to sleep was a complete new level of carelessness.

"I'm going to be sick." was all he got out before he dashed back to the bathroom, puking his guts out once more.

After his stomach settled, he emerged from the bathroom with a groan and collapsed onto his bed. He could hear the woman laughing next to him and it did not help his mood whatsoever. Slowly, Castiel turned his head so he was looking at the brunette who had repositioned herself to settle with her back against the headboard, the comforter pulled up to cover her chest. She noticed him and looked down at him with a smile, her hand reaching out to run through his hair. It was something his mother did when he felt sick, and he'd be lying if he said the touch wasn't helping, even if it was from a complete stranger.

"Not to be rude, but I seriously have no idea what your name is." Castiel croaked.

"I'm not surprised you don't remember – it's Meg."

"Nice to meet you Meg." Castiel replied before he let out a yawn, unable to keep his eyes open while Meg continued to stroke through his hair.

"Go to sleep, Clarence." Meg whispered soothingly.

"Name's Castiel..." Castiel murmured drowsily as he drifted off to sleep.

When Castiel awoke next, Meg was still by his side, fast asleep. His head was pounding and his stomach was still a little uneasy but he didn't feel the need to rush to the bathroom. With a grimace, he realised just how gross he felt. He could feel the sweat and grime still clinging to him and he knew he was in desperate need for a shower. As quietly as he could, as not to wake Meg, Castiel left the bed and crept into the bathroom.

After a quick shower, he felt a lot better, but the lingering effects of his hangover made him want to just crawl onto his couch and watch bad television for the rest of the day. With a towel around his waist, he made his way back to his bedroom to get a fresh change of clothes, dressing in his favourite sweatpants that were so old there were holes at the bottom and the elastic was completely useless but they were comfortable and Castiel never had the heart to throw them out. He pulled on his hoodie from college and some thick socks before he dumped his towel in the hamper and walked out to the living room in some desperate need of coffee.

When he saw what greeted him on his couch, he snorted and rolled his eyes. Gabriel was passed out, face down wearing nothing but a red thong causing Castiel's nausea to rear its head once more. It was definitely a sight he could have lived with never seeing.

Quietly, he padded past his best friend to the kitchen to boil the jug and make himself a coffee. He'd just put the jug on and was rummaging through his cabinet looking for coffee when he realised with a sigh that he didn't have any. He rubbed a hand over his face, and growled quietly in frustration before he switched off the jug. Unable to deal much longer without aspirin, he grabbed the bottle he always kept above the fridge and poured out a couple and tipped them back with a bottle of water.

With a glance at his friend, he knew Gabriel would also be in some desperate need for some pain killers and water so he poured another glass for Gabriel and placed it on the coffee table in his line of sight with the aspirin beside it.

Still needing coffee, Castiel headed back to his bedroom in search of his wallet and keys, hoping he hadn't lost them during the night. However, when he walked back into the bedroom, Meg was awake and sitting with her back against the headboard once more, looking at something on her phone. She looked up at him with a smile which Castiel returned, even if it was forced.

"So, you going to talk this through or are you going to wallow in self-pity for the next six months?" Meg asked leaving Castiel a little taken back. "Oh don't give me that look, Clarence." she continued, "Clearly the way you're dealing with this whole mess isn't working so why don't you try and talk about it?"

Castiel shook his head, closing the door behind him so Meg's raised voice didn't wake up Gabriel. "I barely know you, what makes you think I'm going to just spill all my problems to you?"

Meg laughed, "You had no problem telling me last night."

Castiel crossed his arms over his chest, "I was drunk." he huffed.

"Yeah I know." Meg countered, "Look all I'm saying is maybe now that you're sober you might want to talk about it, get all your thoughts out there. I mean sometimes, a complete stranger who has no idea about the situation or the people involved can help to make a clean, unbiased decision. All I can do is offer you some advice, it's up to you whether you take it or not."

Castiel nodded, realising Meg made a good point.

"Come on, lie down with me and tell me everything, right from the beginning. I mean you told me a bit last night but it was quite a bit of a mess and you were slurring quite badly."

With a snort, Castiel did as he was told and lay down on his bed next to Meg and told her everything. He started from the beginning about Dean being his best friend ever since he could remember all the way up until the latest events that lead to Dean signing the divorce papers and leaving his life for good. Meg on her part stayed silent, only asking questions when she got a little confused but other than questions, she listened to Castiel's spiel and only when he was done did she speak.

"So you didn't even go after him?" Meg asked referring to when Dean had driven off in his truck in a huff after smashing the Impala into oblivion, "You didn't follow him and actually talk to him? Maybe if you had, you wouldn't be in this mess. Didn't ever occur to you that Dean just wanted you to tell him you still love him?"

"Nothing I could have said or done would have made him stay," Castiel answered, "Dean made it pretty clear he wanted nothing to do with me. The moment he signed those papers it was over. The smashed Impala just cemented it."

"You realise he only signed the papers after you rejected him right?" Meg reasoned, "He laid it all out for you, told you how much he still cared, how much he still wanted you and you threw it back in his face, told him you didn't love him anymore and that you were still in love with another man."

"Yes I do realise that." Castiel growled, "That's why I didn't go after him. I knew he was hurt and the last thing he would have wanted was me turning up and taking back everything I'd said. I said all of those things because I knew they would hurt him, that he would no longer want to be with me and I could have my life with Balthazar."

"But that's not what you want is it?" Meg asked, "Otherwise you would've fought a lot harder to get Balthazar back and not be here feeling sorry about yourself."

"I don't know any more, Meg. I thought I'd shut the door on that part of my life. I was happy with Balthazar and then I go down there to end everything with Dean and all of a sudden it flooded back. I tried to fight it off, honestly I did, but the night of the fair and Dean showing me the Impala, I couldn't resist. And God, everything just came back full blast and I freaked out. I couldn't handle it because I was still with Balthazar and I just… fuck… I never wanted to be that guy and now I am and I've wrecked two lives as well as my own because of it."

Meg took a moment to process what Castiel had said, leaving Castiel feeling even more miserable. He buried his face in his hands as tears welled up in his eyes. Meg's hand on his back, running up and down soothed him slightly but he still felt his emotions getting the best of him.

"There's still time to fix this..." Meg said breaking the silence, "You can still get him back. I'm sure Dean is hurting just as much as you and would be doing the same thing you're doing right now – blaming himself. From what you've told me, you and Dean have a pretty amazing bond. You were best friends forever, turned lovers and all because in the end you wanted different things – while you were still teenagers I might add – you think it's all over. Feelings like that don't just turn off. Relationships are hard work; you need to both give and take and stop being assholes to each other."

Castiel was still contemplating Meg's latest remark when Gabriel emerged from the lounge, venturing into Castiel's bedroom.

"Jesus fuck," Gabriel groaned as he rubbed his eyes, "I have never been that hung over ever, I'm pretty sure I'm still drunk." Castiel watched amused as Gabriel shifted around the bedroom before he fell straight onto Castiel's bed.

"Where the fuck are my clothes?" Gabriel asked as he looked down at himself as he rolled to his back, "Actually, you know what I don't want to know. I'm going to have a shower and steal some of your clothes, Cassie, then we're going out for breakfast, or dinner, whatever."

"Whatever you need, Gabe." Castiel nodded with an amused smirk.

It was as Gabriel stretched out that he smacked his arm into Meg's leg, causing him to quickly retract his hand and turn his head to look at the woman.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked blatantly, "And what are you doing in Cassie's bed?" he turned to Castiel with a confused look, "I thought you were gay?"

Castiel rolled his eyes at his friend, "I am gay." Castiel replied, "First of all, just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't sleep with woman. Second, Meg and I didn't sleep together, and third, how did it take you so long to notice someone else in my bed?"

Gabriel squinted his eyes at Castiel as he answered with a groan, "I'm still drunk, Cassie, give me a break."

"Yeah, yeah, just go have your shower and we'll get some food," Castiel replied, shoving Gabriel with his feet causing him to fall off the bed with a thump.

After a short moment lying on the floor, Gabriel clambered to his feet and headed to the bathroom, glaring at Castiel as he went.

"Gabriel." Meg called out, causing him to stop glaring at Castiel and look towards Meg, "Can you please return my thong too, preferably washed."

Gabriel looked down at himself, then to Meg, before blushing bright red and heading into the bathroom, closing the door with a thwack.

Castiel broke out into laughter, Meg joining him.

"I have never seen Gabriel blush like that." Castiel wheezed through his laughter.

"I'm glad I could help you experience that." Meg chuckled before she moved out of the bed and bent down to pick up her clothes from her side of the bed. Castiel averted his eyes, his cheeks heating at seeing Meg's naked body. She didn't seem ashamed of it however, instead, finding her clothes, slipping into her jeans – thong less – and pulled on her shirt.

Awkwardly, Castiel cleared his throat and got himself out of bed too and found some comfortable jeans to change into. They were well worn, the denim faded and holes started to appear in the hem and the back pocket but they were his favourite pair and his most comfortable. Once he found his blue converse, he pulled on his socks and shoes and then found a change of clothes that Gabriel could change into.

Fifteen minutes later, Gabriel emerged, looking a little worse for wear, his hangover apparently had set in, but he was all the more eager to head off down the road for breakfast. It was something that Castiel had learnt early on in their friendship that Gabriel loved sweet things as a hangover cure. When most people turned their noses up at maple syrup, strawberry sauce, icing sugar, and whatever else Gabriel could get his hands on, Gabriel seemed to perk right up.

"Let's go." Gabriel announced once he had his shoes on, "The faster I get some food in me, the faster my hangover will fuck off." Both Meg and Castiel chuckled but dutifully followed Gabriel out of the apartment, Castiel locking it behind them.

They walked side-by-side down the sidewalk in the direction of the nearest diner, chatting idly about the previous night and trying to fill in the gaps. It was a painful process as Meg could only fill in the parts she had been with them and according to her, they had been to at least three other clubs by the time they met her.

"Well fuck." Gabriel cursed, "I actually can't remember the last time we actually got so plastered that we can't piece the night together."

Castiel shook his head with an amused smile, "Neither can I, but that was the purpose of the night was it not?"

Gabriel grinned at him, about to reply when an angry voice started shouting from across the street.

"What the fuck do you mean I can't park here?!" the man yelled, "There are no other fucking parks in this city and I don't see anything to tell me I can't park here!"

Gabriel rolled his eyes, but kept walking, Meg following but Castiel felt a shiver run down his spine at the familiarity of the voice.

"Sir, please move your vehicle or I will have to call a tow truck and have it removed from the premises." a calm and collected man replied, trying to placate the conversation.

Gabriel and Meg soon both noticed Castiel hadn't followed and turned to look at Castiel who was frozen to the spot, unable to turn his head in the direction of the voice to confirm his suspicions as to who it was.

"Are you being fucking serious!? All I want to do is park here for ten minutes."

"I'm sorry sir but you will have to find somewhere else to park."

"Oh fuck you! You know what go ahead and call the towie I'll be back before he even gets here!"

Gabriel stood in front of him, a worried expression on his face, "Cassie what's wrong?"

Castiel shook his head unable to form words before he finally spluttered, "Is the man that is arguing about the parking spot about my height, brown hair, tanned skin?"

Gabriel looked at him confused for a moment but he looked across the street anyway in the direction of the argument. "Uh yeah? Why you know him?" he asked.

As soon as Gabriel confirmed it, Castiel whipped his head around to look. There across the street stood Dean, still arguing with the traffic officer, this time with lower voices so Castiel couldn't hear what Dean was saying. It was obvious he was still fuming about having been told to move his car.

Dean hadn't seen him, he knew that much but it was clear that Dean was about to storm off, no doubt resulting in his car being towed and a hefty fine to boot. Without a word to his friends, Castiel crossed the busy street straight over to where Dean looked as if he was about to add assaulting a traffic officer to his list of fines.

Just as Dean clenched his fist that Castiel noticed was still bandaged from when he punched through the window a few days ago, Castiel stepped in, causing Dean to stop in his tracks.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I was just across the road and we knew it wouldn't take long. Please, we'll move it now." Castiel placated, ignoring the confused, surprised look Dean was giving him.

The traffic officer looked Castiel over before he nodded his head and looked to Dean, "You're lucky your boyfriend here has nice manners or I would've been writing you a long list of fines."

Castiel forced himself to laugh, covering Dean's protests. "Yes he is, we can't thank you enough. I'm sorry that Dean was so rude. He can be very hot headed at times." Castiel joked ignoring the muttered, "You're one to talk..." that Dean said.

Castiel elbowed Dean in the ribs, while still smiling at the traffic officer who looked them both over before walking away.

Once out of sight, Castiel whirled around and looked at Dean.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Dean?" Castiel asked just as Meg and Gabriel crossed the street and stood before the two men.

"Wait, this, is Dean? As in the Dean?" Gabriel asked Castiel but was looking at Dean, eyeing him up and down, "I didn't think he'd be this good looking. You didn't exactly do him justice with your description, Cassie." Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows at Dean, "You got a brother?"

"Gabriel!" Castiel hissed, "Not the time!"

Gabriel looked between the two of them, his eyebrows scrunched before Meg smacked him on the shoulder and hissed something in his ear.

"Oh my God!" he shouted as it just dawned on him, "Right." he said, "Uhm Meg and I will uh meet you at the diner?" he asked, directing it at Cas.

Castiel nodded, "Yes I think that should be best. I'll text you if something changes."

Gabriel smirked at him, wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner which had Castiel rolling his eyes. He didn't speak further however, just turned on his heel, looped his arm through Meg's and walked back across the street. With the pair gone, Castiel turned his attention back to Dean who was nervously fidgeting on the spot, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Dean." Castiel spoke gaining Dean's attention, "What are you doing here?" he repeated.

Dean took a moment to reply, gnawing on his lower lip before he gained his confidence, looking up at Castiel with a look of determination in his eyes, "I came to see you."

"Why?" he asked, "You made it pretty obvious you wanted nothing to do with me."

Dean's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides, "Yeah because you lied to me!" he shouted.

"I never lied!" Castiel retorted.

"Don't even try to deny you didn't lie. You told me that what happened meant nothing – that you wanted to be with Baltha-whatever!" Dean growled, before he seemed to calm himself. "Cas, please, I didn't come here to argue with you.." he continued, his voice lacking all the anger he seemed to have just moments earlier.

"Then why did you come here?" Castiel asked, losing all anger himself. He could feel hope starting to stir in his gut, that Dean had come here to reconcile, to start over and to go back to how they used to be.

Dean looked away for a moment, gathering his thoughts or his confidence, Castiel didn't know, before he spoke softly, "Because I don't want to lose you again." Castiel's breath hitched, unable to move or react as his heart started to beat harder in his chest as Dean continued, "I just, I was so angry. I thought you had finally come back to me you know? That we could finally just move past all the shit that we put each other through and start over but then you closed up on me again, pushed me aside like I meant nothing. So I did the one thing I could think of that might hurt you as much as it hurt me and signed the papers. If Balthazar was who you really wanted to be with, I wasn't going to stand in the way of that. You deserve to be happy, Cas, and if that's not with me then I understand, honestly I do I just wish that things could have been different you know?"

Castiel nodded dumbly, words failing him as Dean rambled. When Dean finally looked up at him, his green eyes shining, Castiel lost all resolve.

"I'm sorry," Castiel whispered softly. When Dean looked at him confused, Castiel continued, "I'm sorry for leaving, I should have stayed with you and stopped being so selfish."

"No, no," Dean replied as he stepped forward into Castiel's personal space and cupped his cheek, "You weren't being selfish. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. You were pursuing your dream, Cas." Castiel diverted his eyes, unable to look into Dean's any longer, "I was an idiot. I pushed you away as I wallowed in self-pity. I was bitter that my dream had been smashed into smithereens while yours was still there for the taking. I was that one that was selfish, not you."

Tears streamed down Castiel's cheeks at Dean's words, his eyes finally meeting Dean's and saw that tears had welled up in his too. A second later, Castiel's lips found Dean's own, the kiss deep and passionate, projecting all the emotions that were raging inside of them. When Dean's tongue swiped over Castiel's lips, Castiel readily opened his mouth, letting Dean's tongue twist and twine with his own.

When they parted eventually for air, they both had shy grins on their faces, their lips read and swollen. Castiel's hands were gripped into the front of Dean's shirt, hanging on for dear life as if Dean would disappear again. Once he realised, he eased his grip, letting his hands rest on Dean's chest instead.

"Do you want to go for a drive?" Dean asked, "We'd have to get out of the city for it to be any good, Baby ain't exactly meant for city driving."

"Baby?" Castiel asked, his eyes squinted, "I thought you smashed her to pieces."

Dean looked away, his jaw clenching once more. When Castiel moved his hand to cup Dean's cheek, Dean turned back to look at him, his posture relaxing.

"I did." he answered, "That's how pissed off I was at myself for what happened."

"I'm sorry," Castiel apologised again.

"Stop apologising." Dean chastised, "We were both idiots but we're together now and we're going to get through this, right?"

"Right." Castiel answered immediately, already feeling butterflies swirling in his stomach.

Dean grinned at him making Castiel's knees weak "Now, if you'll turn around, you'll see that I've repaired Baby back to all her glory."

Castiel slowly turned, looking down the street to where Dean had parked the Impala. He gasped as he saw it, unable to believe that Dean had done all that work in a mere couple of days.

"How did you even?" Castiel asked, his hand finding Dean's and tangling their fingers together.

Dean rubbed the back of his neck with the back of his hand once more as he replied, "I had some help from your Dad." he admitted, "He came over after Jo had told him what had happened. Called me an idjit and told me to get my ass up here and win you back."

Castiel rolled his eyes with a smile, "Of course he did. You know ever since we broke up he has been on my case telling me how amazing you are, how I should never have let you go."

"He did the same to me." Dean replied causing Castiel to stop inspecting the car and look to Dean, "Guess he just knew we were always meant to be together." Dean said with a shrug. "Come on." Dean urged as he pulled on Castiel's hand, "Let's go for a drive."

"Where are we going to go?" Castiel asked as he slid into the passenger's seat while Dean rounded the car. When Dean was inside, he looked over at Cas and smiled, "You know what?" Castiel said as he buckled his seatbelt, "I don't care. Let's just drive."

"There's the Cas I love," Dean grinned as he started the car and pulled out into the busy street.

An hour later, they were tearing down the open road with the windows down, music blaring, smiles on their faces with their hands entwined on the bench seat just as Castiel had dreamed of all those years ago in the abandoned lot.