Two weeks. Castiel could not believe just how stupid he was. He had to be the stupidest human to walk the planet. Sure, he was new to the whole thing but that really was no excuse. But two weeks. Dean comes into his life and gives him what humans refer to as a blow job and then after screwing him over, Castiel forgave him. Then Castiel lets his guard down and messes around with him again, trusting it to be different but no. Two weeks. He could not believe that he had fallen for these humans.

It took Castiel a while to get back into the flow of things. Hearts were a crazy device to have in one's possession. But Castiel quickly took control of himself and found that life was not as bad as he was making it out to be. Castiel even found himself with a date. He was starting to become friends with their meat vendor when suddenly he found himself asking her out on a date. He did not expect for her to say yes but now he had a date for the weekend. He was going to be able to do this human thing after all.

"Hey," Castiel felt his entire body stiffen. He had decided that things were going to be good too soon.

Castiel did not want to turn around, certain of who was going to be standing at his bar. He had just gotten over Dean. Maybe it wasn't Dean, just some man who sounded just like him. People sounded like people all the time. There was no way that the voice that Castiel played in his head over and over for a week was really the voice that was standing behind him. It was not Dean behind him, it was just some guy who wanted to order a beer. He could get some guy a beer.

Castiel slowly turned himself of the balls of his feet, only to be slapped in the face by the truth. Dean was standing on the other side of the bar, leaning against it, a smile plastered across his face. Castiel wanted to lunge at him and do what humans would call 'beat his ass,' but Castiel had more class than that. Sure, he worked in a slightly trashy biker bar, but he still could have class.

"You should leave," Castiel found himself saying immediately.

"I am not allowed in the bar now?" Dean questioned, raising his arms up to motion around the bar.

"You are," Castiel gave him permission, to a degree. "Just not when I am here. Any other time, you are more than welcome in this establishment."

"Don't be like that Cas," Dean leaned onto the counter again, bringing his voice down almost to a whisper. "Just let me explain."

"No," Castiel shook his head. "I am working. I just need you to leave."

"Okay," Dean nodded, a frown taking over his face. For a moment this made Castiel sad but it was not his job to make Dean happy. "Later, Cas."

Dean pushed himself away from the counter and make his way outside. Castiel let out the air that he had been holding inside of him and it almost hurt. Why had Dean come back? Did he like making Castiel feel like his body was breaking in places that should not break? He could not care for Castiel in the slightest.

"Shots," a group of drunk college looking kids yelled from across the bad, pulling Castiel out of his thoughts. Shots, he could go for some shots.

"Coming up," he yelled back at them and they cheered.

Castiel jumped back into working, taking extra time to clean up the place. Most of the time he would chat with customers or sometimes even shoot a game of pool with them when it was slow. But today he could not think. He needed to do all that he could to keep his mind busy and off Dean, which was easier said than done.

"Last call," Castiel told the one customer who was left in the bar at 1:30am, though he had been done drinking a while ago and was just playing lottery.

"I get it," the man laughed, "I will see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight," Castiel forced a smile at the man.

"Night," and he was gone. Castiel was alone, the bar was clean and ready to be closed and all Castiel could do was think about Dean. He really hated Dean. Or, at least, he wished he hated Dean.

"Hey," Castiel's entire body went tense as he completely locked up the backdoor of the bar. How he had not figured this was going to happen was beyond him. Of course Dean was going to wait for him outside the bar. Accosting him in alleyways was Dean's thing.

"Please leave me alone," Castiel all but begged.

"I just need to talk to you," Dean pushed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "I need to explain what happened."

"I don't want an explanation." Castiel turned, anger filling him to the brim. "I am sick and tired of humans and their excuses. I did not fall to be someone's play thing. You, Dean, are the worst possible human I could have ever encountered. How I thought all of you were beautiful creations of God is beyond me. You are ugly, Dean. Maybe not on the outside with your smile and great hair and amazing body but inside. Inside, you are ugly Dean and completely not worth what I fell for. So, leave me alone. Please?"

"Okay," Dean pulled his hands out of his pockets and threw them up in defense. "I will leave you alone. Have a good life, Cas."

"Castiel," Castiel corrected him.

"What?" Dean questioned.

"My name is Castiel," he straightened himself up.

"Okay," Dean nodded. "Have a good life, Castiel."

"You as well," Castiel composed himself, though on the inside he was still screaming. "Dean."

And then Dean was gone.

"I had a great time tonight," Sarah smiled over at Castiel, who was sitting in the passenger seat of her car.

He had been embarrassed that he could not pick her up for their date. It was hard to take someone out on your bicycle, but she said she understood and had no problem driving them. Castiel could tell that she meant it and he completely paid for all of the date, but still, he wished that he had learned how to drive. That was his next goal. He would learn how to drive so that he could take her out on a proper date.

"I had a great time as well," Castiel nodded, smiling over at her.

He really did have a good time with her. She was funny and smart and nothing like Dean. She did not seem like the type who would just walk out on him, at least not without an explanation. If Dean had said to him right away that he was not looking for anything, he should have said. Staying over and then disappearing was no way to treat someone. Shit, here he was thinking about Dean again. He was on an amazing date and Dean was ruining it without even being there.

"So," Sarah leaned back against her seat, looking up at Castiel's apartment complex.

"Uh, would you," Castiel unbuckled himself. "Would you like to come up for some coffee or wine, I have wine."

"Wine would be nice," Sarah nodded, unbuckling herself as well.

"Good," Castiel got out of the car and ran around to help her out. He may not have driven but he can make as many good gestures as he could. He had seen enough romance movies lately to know what little things he needed to do.

Castiel offered her his arm and she happily took it, looping them together. They made small talk about the apartment as they stepped into the elevator and made their way to his flood. Castiel had gotten good at small talk. That is what happens when you are a bartender. You learn just how much you must say to keep a person engaged.

Was that all he was doing? Was he just saying enough to keep her engaged because he knew how?

"Ladies first," Castiel smiled and motioned for her to step off of the elevator first.

"Thank you," She smiled back. No, of course he was not just doing all of this for her sake. He was interested in her. He wanted her to be interested in him because he was interested in her. He …

"Dean?" Castiel took a step back as soon as he entered the hallway of his floor.

Dean was leaned up against his front door, eyes closed. If Castiel had not worked at a bar he would not have been the wiser but he did and he could tell without a second look that Dean was drunk. He could almost smell the alcohol from where he was standing and it was a good twenty feet at least.

No. Dean was not going to ruin Castiel's evening. He was not going to ruin him having a normal life.

"Cas," Dean's eyes flutter open and he brings himself to his feet. He quickly realizes though that his feet are attached to a drunk body and grabs the wall to stabilize himself. "You are home."

"I am," Castiel confirmed. "But you shouldn't be here. You need to leave Dean."

"Not until you talk to me," Dean dropped down to his knees in front of Castiel, completely ignoring that Castiel had someone with him. "Please just let me talk to you. I need to explain what happened. Please? Just … please?"

"No," Castiel tried to be firm but he could hear his voice cracking. Stupid human emotions. "You need to leave. Please, Dean, just leave."

"I will," Dean promised. "Once you hear me out. Just hear me out Cas."

"I should go," Sarah ran her hand down Castiel's arm. "I had a great time but I need to go."

"You don't have to," Castiel did not want her to feel like he was picking Dean over her. "He is leaving. You should stay."

"No," Sarah shook her head. "I need to go. But call me. Okay?"

"I will," Castiel turned and walked her back toward the elevator. "I promise."

Then she was gone and it was just him and Dean.

"Inside," Castiel quickly made his way to the door and swung it open. "I don't need my neighbors seeing you in all your drunken glory."

"Yeah," Dean agreed, bringing himself back up to his feet and stumbled through the door. "I'm sorry about this man. This is not how I pictured us talking."

"Me either," Castiel agreed. "Considering I did not picture us talking at all. Ever."

"Don't be like that, Cas," Dean leaned against the door as soon as Castiel closed it.

"Castiel," Castiel corrected.

"Right," Dean nodded in agreement. "Castiel."

"Talk," Castiel took off his jacket and hung it up. "You wanted to talk so badly, now is your chance. Make it good."

"I'm not gay," Dean blurted out, knocking the wind out of Castiel for a moment.

"Neither am I," Castiel shook his head. Dean was going to turn this into how he couldn't stick around because he isn't gay and sleeping with some guy is disgusting?

"Never once in my entire life have a I ever been attracted to a man," Dean continued on, seeming to ignore Castiel's statement. "And then you show up and suddenly…"

"Suddenly what?" Castiel asked after a few minutes had passed by.

"Suddenly all I can think about is you," Dean moved away from the door and stopped only inches in front of Castiel. "I left the first night and I told myself it was a one-time thing. Then I find myself back at the bar apologizing. I never apologize to anyone."

"How does that not surprise me?" Castiel shook his head with a laugh. Why was he not angrier?

"Thing is, I apologized and I meant it. Then it happened again, we happened again and I freaked out." Dean continued talking, his words becoming more clear. Maybe he was sobering up. "You know what freaked me out the most?"

"What is that?" Castiel indulged him.

"That I didn't want to leave," Dean smiled slightly but then it faded away. "I woke up with you asleep by my side and I did not want to leave."

"Why would that freak you out?" Castiel wondered aloud.

"Because I am not gay," Dean said the words again, as if they were the answer to everything that had happened between us.

"Are you done?" Castiel had heard enough.

"No," Dean shook his head. "I didn't want to leave you but I did. I didn't just leave your house, I left the god-damned state."

"You what?" Castiel finally moved himself away from Dean. He was getting too close and Castiel was losing his ability to not touch him.

"I took a job out of state," Dean informed him. "I normally don't do that. But the call came and I jumped right on it. I told myself a little distance would fix whatever this was."

"We are a problem you needed to fix?" Castiel questioned. He was new to humans still and none of this was making any sense.

"Yeah," Dean ran his fingers through his hair and stumbled backwards, catching himself on the table by the door. "But even state lines couldn't fix this."

"I think you need to sleep this off," Castiel suggested. "You are not making any sense right now."

"Maybe you are right," Dean nodded in agreement, slowly making his way passed Castiel.

"Where are you going?" Castiel asked as he began to follow Dean.

"To sleep it off," Dean answered, walking into Castiel's room and falling onto the bed.

"Dean," Castiel went to argue with him but could tell from the snores that were coming from Dean that he was already asleep. "I didn't mean here."

Castiel decided not to wake Dean up. He would just go to sleep on the couch and wake up to him gone in the morning. If there was one thing that Dean was good at, it was being gone in the morning.