Castiel scrolled through his Netflix queue, hoping that they had added the new season of Game of Thrones. An action-filled show was just what he needed to distract him. Maybe with all the excitement and gore he could forget, at least for an hour or so. Sighing, he absently rolled the remote in his hands. Maybe Bart was right, maybe it was his fault. That would explain the history of failed relationships, none lasting more than a month. Maybe there was something wrong with him-

Sudden loud knocking on his flat's door made him sigh, realizing that his little pity party would have to wait until he dealt with whoever it was.

"Come on, man!", a familiar voice shouted through the door, "You can't hide forever!"

"I can try!" Castiel yelled back, definitely not pouting just a little bit. "Go away, Gabe!"

"Dude, it was just a guy!"

"He broke my heart!"

"You were with him for like, what, three weeks? Knowing you, the guy just managed to move into hand holding!"

"That isn't the point!"

Castiel heard a muffled sound of exasperation from the other side of his door. His closed and blissfully locked door.

"Cassie, if you don't open this door in this next minute I am going to break it down! And you'd better not have a tub of ice cream on that couch with you! Stress eating doesn't help, I would know!"

Castiel glanced down at his half full carton of cookie dough ice cream, spoon stuck straight into the dessert.

"...of course I don't, what am I, a thirteen year old girl?" Castiel faked a loud laugh, throwing off his blanket and scrambling to his kitchen to hide the incriminating evidence.

A snort from through the door tells him that Gabriel knows exactly what he is doing. "Whatever you are, you have thirty seconds before you're going to need a new door!" Gabriel called, no doubt counting them down himself. He was always wanting to break down doors and climb through windows; Castiel thought he watched too many cop shows. Rinsing off his spoon, he turned his head and spitefully stuck his tongue out at the door.

"Ten...nine...eight..."

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Castiel shouted back, walking over. "You don't have to be so violent." He grumbled as he opened the door.

"There he is!" Gabriel said sarcastically. "You can't just sit and get fat because you broke up with your boyfriend, man. Go get dressed, we'll go to a bar or something."

"Can and will." Castiel muttered. Speaking louder, he replied, "I don't want to go to a bar, Gabe. I just want to catch up on Game of Thrones. Thanks for coming over and all, but you can leave now."

"Cassie, you know I'm not leaving until you agree to come with me. You may not want to go to a bar, but that is a great place to pick up a new boyfriend!" Gabriel smirked, popping a lollipop into his mouth.

"I don't want a new boyfriend, Gabe."

"Then it's a great place to forget all your troubles! Come on, let's go!" Gabriel grabbed his arm and started tugging him towards the door, Castiel just managing to grab his wallet and keys from the table by the door. They walked to Gabriel's car, Castiel still being half-dragged on the way. He began resisting even more when the old Mustang came into view, it's paint somehow still bright candy apple green while the rest of the car was falling apart at the seams.

"Gabe..." Castiel whined as he was attempting to pull his arm out of his older brother's grip. Or maybe he'd just pull his arm out of its socket, both seemed like viable options.

"Don't be that way, baby bro!" Gabe said cheerily, unlocking the passenger door and pushing Castiel into the candy-wrapper-covered seat. "It'll be good for you, you'll see!" He walked around and got in the drivers side, managing to start the car after a few misfires.

"If we even make it there." Castiel grumbled under his breath, crossing his arms (but still most definitely not pouting).

Gabe tutted as he pulled out into the street. "Don't worry, Cassie, we'll make it just fine. Have some faith."

Castiel kept his arms crossed as they drove to god knows what bar Gabriel had found this time. Hopefully this one wouldn't be like the last one. Castiel shuddered as he remembered, trying immediately to get the memories out of his head. Gabriel began loudly singing along to the radio, continuing until they had pulled into a parking lot. Castiel leapt out of the car; he may not want to be at a bar, but after sitting in a car with Gabe's singing a shot or two sounded like heaven.

"What do you think?" Gabriel asked, getting out and gesturing grandly to the bar he had driven them to.

The exterior looked nice enough, the name giving it a slight southern, cowboyish feel. Definitely not like the last place.

"Oh thank God," Castiel sighed out quietly, suddenly much less nervous. Louder, he replied, "It looks like a bar, Gabe, I don't know. It seems fine so far."

Gabe smirked, again grabbing onto Castiel's arm to drag him into the building. "Like I'd ever bring you anywhere less than 'fine'."

Castiel shuddered again. "I remember quite a few places that were very not okay."

"Ah", Gabriel waved his free hand dismissively, "that's just because you don't know how to have fun. Anyway, here we are!"

They walked through the door, Gabriel immediately heading to sit at the bar and pulling Castiel along with him. They sat next to each other, Gabriel finally letting go. Castiel looked down and began rubbing his forearm; for such a small person, Gabe really did have a strong grip. Gabriel rapped his knuckles on the bar, calling to the bartender.

Still looking down, Castiel saw what he assumed was the bartender move in front of them.

"What'll it be, Gabe? Another fruity cocktail that's too sweet for any normal person to drink?" Castiel heard him say in an amused tone. His voice was smooth, with just an edge of roughness, and deep. Castiel instantly wanted to hear him speak more. It didn't even matter what he said as long as it was in that beautiful voice.

"You know me, Dean, the sweeter the better!" Castiel was sure Gabriel winked exaggeratedly as he said it and was very thankful to have missed it, still staring at the red spot on his arm.

"If you're sure, man. What about your friend here?" Castiel heard the man, Dean, ask. He slowly looked up, raising his eyes to the man in front of him. Castiel made eye contact and stopped, thoughts all derailed from looking into those gorgeous green eyes, not to mention the body they were in. Tall, broad shouldered, and obviously strong, Dean still managed to have a trim waist. His hair was short with a small flip up at the front, and Castiel was amazed at how unbelievably soft it looked. His face was beautiful, there was no other way to describe it. His lips were a Cupid's bow, plush and pink, a bit chapped, but it didn't really matter. His nose was straight and nicely shaped, God even his ears were perfect. Oh lord, were those freckles? Castiel may not have known it before but he definitely knew now, he adored freckles. Finally, his eyes. Dean's green eyes, the exact shade shifting with the lights, but still internally glowing with amusement. Amusement...that was growing? Castiel cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at the Adonis in front of him. Yes, he was definitely amused.

Suddenly Castiel remembered that he hadn't bothered to change before leaving. Meaning that Dean, possibly the most attractive person ever, was seeing him for the first time in sweatpants, an old Star Wars t-shirt, and bed head. Castiel almost considered asking Gabe to take him back to the bar from last time.