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I'm distracted and chuckling to myself about a ridiculous Facebook post when I'm startled by Dean's hand on my shoulder. "Hey, Buddy! Sorry I scared ya." Dean smiles I blush as I immediately return his smile. "Hello, Dean!" I respond cheerfully. "So what were you laughing at?" Dean questions. I've known Dean long enough to know when he is trying to avoid or stall something he is nervous about. I respond anyway to humor him for a bit before he says what's on his mind. I give him my trademark head tilt and narrow my eyes, "Wouldn't you like to know, Winchester." Dean narrows his eyes in response, "That's why I asked, Cas." We stare at each other for a moment before I casually shrug my shoulders and change the subject, "Why are we really here Dean?" I ask. Dean phoned me earlier and asked me to meet him for lunch. While it isn’t unusual for Dean and myself to meet up for lunch at least once a week, his tone over the phone seemed off. Dean sighs and says, "You always see through me Cas." "I just know you well enough to tell when something is making you nervous, but seriously Dean, what's up?" I reply "I need your thoughts on something." He says as he nervously rubs the back of his neck. I'm momentarily distracted watching his bicep flex as he does so, he has fantastic arms, but I quickly refocus my self. "I'm all ears." I say while looking at him expectantly. "I'm thinking of proposing to Lisa, and I wanted your opinion because I know you two don't exactly get along." Dean rushes out in one breath. I try to keep my face passive as I process this bomb Dean just dropped on me. After a few minutes of silence I finally respond, "My opinion of her and your relationship hasn't mattered in the past, why the HELL would it fucking matter now?" Dean opens his mouth to respond, but I keep going, "Also, it's your life Dean. Do whatever you want," and with that I get out and storm out of the restaurant. Dean follows right on my heels, and grabs my shoulder and spins me to face him on the sidewalk outside of the restaurant. We stare each other down for what seems like forever. The look of anger and pain clearly marring his beautiful face; I'm sure my face mirrors his the only difference being the reasons behind the looks. I've been in love with my best friend of twenty-five years since we were kids. I'm pissed that he would considering a woman like Lisa, he deserves someone far better than her, and I'm pained because I wish it were me. However, I know Dean is about as straight as they come. I accepted that he and I will never be anything more than friends and that he will marry a woman one day. It's just I always thought her and I would get along, but that is not the case here. If I were to guess the reason of the look of pain and anger on Dean's face, it's probably because he thinks I can't be happy for him and I don't want him to be happy. I shake my head and say, "Goodbye, Dean," as I turn and walk away. He doesn't stop me this time.