| Bobby's Junkyard, 2:00 pm. | 

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Dean sighed, he loads his shotgun. "Take this." He hands the gun to Castiel, who was standing next to him. "Dean, I can-" Castiel started, taking the gun. "Take the goddamn gun." Dean hissed, slamming the trunk shut, he walked away. "Okay..." The angel sighed, Sam walks out. "Hey, Cas." He smiled. "Hello." Castiel smiled and waved. "What is wrong with Dean? He seems to not like me." Castiel said, handing Sam the gun. "Ah, quite the contrary." Sam chuckled, checking the gun. "I think he's in love with you." Sam looked at Castiel. "In love...with me?" Castiel sounded slightly confused, but he felt a feeling rising up from his gut, his face heats up. "T-That's not possible." Castiel stuttered and shuffled away. Dean loving someone like me? That's...not realistic, I won't accept it.. I'll ask him though. I think am in love with a human. 

Dean sighed, he sat down on the ground, leaning on one of the old cars. "Me, gay..? No, maybe..yes? Damnit." Dean groaned loudly and rubbed his temple. "I'm going to the bar after this. I haven't had sex in a month." He grabbed the shotgun he was holding, he yelped when Castiel appeared in front of him. "What the hell dude?!" Castiel looked confused. "Quite the contrary." Castiel smiled and helped Dean up. "Dean, can I ask you something?" The angel tilted his head. "Sure, whatever." Dean inspects the gun he was holding. "Are you in love with me?" Dean looked up at Castiel, his face goes red but he hides it by looking back down. "N-No..maybe..I-I don't know. This is all new to me." He looked up at Castiel. "Oh, I feel the same way. I-I mean I feel confused as well." His face heats up again. "Then I guess we're on the same page, for now anyway..let's go, we've got some vamps to kill," Dean smirked and walked around Castiel, intentionally brushed his shoulder, the group piles in the Impala and drives to the vamp nest...

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| Later that night, local bar, 8:00 pm. |

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Dean enters the bar, he makes a beeline for a barstool, he sits down, sighing. "What'll it be?" The bartender spoke gruffly. "Whiskey," Dean grumbled, he looked around for someone to talk to when a woman plopped herself next to him. "Hello, handsome.~" She slurred her words quite obviously. "I'm not drunk enough for this." Dean sighed and grabbed the glass of whiskey as the woman slid her hands up and down his opposite arm, he sips the Whiskey. "Oh, come on. Come home with me, we'll have some fun.~" She looked at him, rubbing his arm with her hands. "Another whiskey," Dean said, somehow whenever he looked at the woman all he could see was Castiel and his beautiful blue eyes. "..." Dean grabbed her arms, sliding them off, the bartender slides the glass towards him, Dean easily downs the glass of whiskey before asking for another, he ended up getting tipsy after 10 more, Dean slammed a 20 on the counter before walking, well, stumbling out of the bar. "Where's my car?" Dean looked around for the Impala, he found it. He heard a whoosh behind him. "There he is." A man spoke. "Wha..?" Dean swivels around, the man puts his fingers on Dean's forehead, and then everything went black...        

 To Be Continued...