Castiel has been compromised to Penelope for being a high ranked civil, but he didn't like that.. He was in love with his best friend; Dean, in which eh had a crush on, and a VERY hard one.

It was the last night until the sailing for the war, they were celebrating on a tavern that soon, they will bring honour and respect to Ithaca, but.. Castiel didn't like conflict. He always tried to solve things with words but, that never ended well in the slightest.

As Castiel walked pass the tables full filled with drunk people, he was getting close to where he wanted to go: The rooftop.. He knew he would find him there, so he was going there. He held two beers in hand, obviously he wouldn't go without nothing, would he? The moon shines above them as Castiel sat besides Dean, appreciating the view of his body shinning down the moon.. It was comforting.

' Dean, take this '

Castiel offered as he handled one of the beers to Dean, and with his other hand he drank his own beer.. His monotone tone always softened when he talked to Dean.