Hey guys sorry I haven't updated this story in a very long time and I'm sorry. I was in and out of the hospital and my mother recently passed so it's been hard. Frankly, I forgot about this story until now. But I hope you enjoy the second chapter. Please leave a review with any comments or questions. Enjoy! J

P.S. I'm picking the story off right where it left odd so you may need to reread it (just like I did lol)

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Dean reached the phone on the side of the wall and dialed Sam's work number. The phone rang.

"Welch's Coffee and Café. This is Sam speaking, how can I help you?"

"What the FUCK do you think you are doing?!" Dean screamed into the phone.

"Working. You know in my coffee shop. Where I always am," Sam said uninterested.

"You know what I fucking mean," Dean sighed.

"Oh, you meant with Castiel. Dude let's face it you would have never made the first move," Sam replied.

Dean could hear Sam helping other customers, "Listen I don't need more on my plate we have enough to deal with. I'll let you go back to work but we aren't finished."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Dean hung up the phone and wiped down his face. Humans are going missing and Sam thinks this is a good time to play matchmaker? He inhaled deeply. He could still smell his blood. Cas's blood. His mate's name is Castiel Novak and from Heaven, Ohio. His blue eyed, trench coat wearing mate. Dean was surprised that his mate turned out to be a guy and even more amazed that he was human. He was so unsure when they first met. Dean thought that maybe everything would be one sided. But no his mate felt the same need he did. This isn't good, he thought to himself.

He was hard as a rock. He could still taste Cas's sweet skin on his tongue. The whimper Cas had let out was singing through his ears. He looked down. Cas left his trench coat on the floor. Didn't help he threw him out. Cas will probably never want to see his again. He didn't deserve him anyway. Probably for the best, he's human after all. He grabbed the trench coat and headed upstairs with it. Hopefully a cold shower will cool him down enough to sleep.

Cas was thrown out of the house and landed on his ass. He rubbed the area. What the hell was that, he thought. He wanted to go back up to that house slam his hand on the door and demand answers. He thought better of it. Maybe Dean needed some space. He really needed that man. He wanted to get down on his knees and beg the man to fuck him. Cas really never needed someone as bad as he needed Dean. He always dated girls and it was nice and all but nothing compared to how he needed Dean. He didn't mind that he was a man. He wiped blood from his face with his sleeve and made his way to his car. He started the engine and made his way back to the hotel.

Why did Dean react so strange when he saw the blood? Did it make him feel ill? He hoped he was okay. Cas remembered the way Dean touched him. His body burned and ached where he had touched him. He felt hot. He needed him now.

Cas raced up the stairs and fumbled with his keycard. He threw his suit jacket and laptop on the bed and ran into the bathroom. Climbed into the shower and turned on the water. His body ached and his wet clothes clung to his skin. He never needed to masterbate before he came here. Now it was a daily occurrence sometimes twice a day. Nothing could ease his pain. He tried everything from jerking off to even inserting items into himself. It didn't work he needed Dean.

The next morning was the same routine. Cas woke up grabbed his laptop and headed to the coffee shop. He sat in his same seat next to the window and got in line for coffee. Sam smiled at him. He handed his order pre-made.

"This one is on the house," Sam smiled as he leaned toward Cas. "Sorry about yesterday."

Cas smiled, "Don't be."

He went to his seat and waited. He wondered if Dean was gonna show up today considering everything that happened yesterday. He sat and waited. A blank screen on his computer. Cas was searching and waiting. The town circle was busy as usual. People opening their stores and people looking for their morning coffee. Couple hours went by and it became apparent that his green eyed man wasn't coming in today.

Sam stood next to him and handed him a thermos. Damn that man was tall. "For Dean," he said and started to walk away.

"Wait," Cas grabbed his wrist. "Why are you so determined to set us up together? What if I don't make him happy?"

Sam looked down and sighed, "Because you look at each other the same way. He hasn't felt anything in a long time and he needs someone." He turned and walked away going back to serving customers.

Cas quickly packed up his things and got into his car. Before he had a chance to second guess himself he headed toward Dean's. Speeding down the driveway he parked his car and ran to the door. He breathed in a deep breath to calm himself. He knocked on the door.