Castiel, as it happened, did not have important angel business, Instead he was sitting in a cafe somewhere in downtown Toronto discussing his relationship status. "I told you Balthazar we are just good friends" Although Castiel sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than Balthazar. "Pshaw, youre souls are practically fuck buddies" laughed Balthazar definitly not falling for it. "Oh Shut Up" Castiel squirmed awkwardly in his seat, a peculiar human trait that he had picked up from his time on earth. --- Castiel and Dean Winchester are just friends...right? On a seemingly normal hunt tensions brew and buried feelings rise to the surface.