Sam has had enough. Of Dean and Castiel, that is. Always dancing around each other, stealing glances, their eyes showing more than love than anything else. So what does he do? He shoves them in a closet. *This is the first fanfic of SPN that I had ever written, so please don't judge too harshly. It's not awful but again not my proudest achievement*

Castiel hates Dean Winchester with a passion. Every word he said, every look he makes, ever movement he does makes the Novak hate him more and more each day. Yet, when he finally meets the mysterious member of the band, Devil's Angel, he finds himself falling in love with the unknown identity of the man. What could possibly go wrong?