Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. This story is for fun, not profit.

Warnings: minor language

Notes: I wrote this for a picture I found on facebook. It will have three chapters. Two will focus on Sam and Gabriel over time and three will be Dean and Castiel.

"I don't see why I have to go with you to the store."

"Lighten up, Cassie. I'm just picking up some milk. Smelled mine earlier and about passed out."

"One, don't call me Cassie. Two, I told you last week to get more milk."

"Well good for you! Come on."

The two men exited the car and walked towards the store. One was pretty short with light brown hair and nearly golden eyes. He had a smile on his face and seemed to burst with energy. The other was taller with wild black hair and deep blue eyes. His brows were furrowed in concentration and his mouth was a tight line.

As they entered the store, the short one snagged a magazine from a rack.

"Hey, Castiel, look. The one star did something while wearing that one outfit," he said, snickering.

"I don't understand, Gabriel. What star? What were they doing?" Castiel asked, tilting his head.

"That's the point. It doesn't matter. It's basically the same story every time," Gabriel said, tossing the magazine back on the rack.

"Then why do people read them if they know what they are going to say?"

Gabriel sighed loudly, causing an older lady to glare at him. "Christ, Cassie! It's like teaching a kid." He turned to face Castiel. "People like reading about them. Don't ask why, I don't know."

Castiel shot him a glare. "I am not a kid," he said, scoffing.

"Then stop asking so many questions," Gabriel said, starting to walk again. "Wait! I need a cart. I gotta pick up eggs too. I accidently dropped one and it bounced. I don't think eggs are supposed to bounce."

Castiel sighed quietly. "Gabriel. I've only been away for two weeks. How on earth did you manage to create eggs that bounce?"

Gabriel shrugged, grinning widely. "No idea, but I saved them. Now, where's the-Omigosh!" He veered away to a stand that advertised M&Ms five for three dollars. "We need some!"

Castiel followed, rubbing his forehead. "No, we don't. Back away from the candy."

Gabriel turned to him, pouting. "Cas...five for three. That's a deal considering they are nearly two bucks a pack." He looked over Castiel's shoulder and gasped. "Whoa, check out the cutie that just walked in."

Castiel looked behind him and saw two men walking in the front door. He focused on the shorter one with the dark blonde hair and bright green eyes that he could see from over where he was standing. He was wearing a leather jacket and worn jeans that hugged the stranger's bowlegs. Scruffed, dirty work boots compelted the look.

"He is very attractive," Castiel said, watching the shorter one look at the same magazine Gabriel had thrown onto the rack.

"Really, Cas, the ken doll? You have crappy taste in guys," Gabriel informed him before grabbing his face and turning it to the other man. This one was very tall with shoulder-length brown hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing a plaid shirt, but otherwise dressed like the shorter one. "No, him, moron."

Castiel wrenched his face free. "Don't call me a moron."

"Stop acting like one."

"Idiot."

"Stuck-up."

"Fatso."

Gabriel gasped dramatically. "Take that back!" Then he grinned "Race you to the milk?"

"You're on."

"They know we can hear them, right?" Sam asked Dean.

"The one in the trench coat thinks I'm cute," he answered, grinning. They started laughing as the two began insulting each other.

"Race you to the milk?" they heard the shorter one ask. The tall one agreed and the two disappeared.

"I have the sudden urge to get some milk," Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Dean, no," Sam said.

"Sam. When a really hot person says that you are hot, you don't just leave it at that," Dean said, clapping a hand on Sam's back. "Now, if you excuse me, I got a hot man to hit on."

Sam groaned and followed to do damage control.

They found the men by the milk, arguing over which milk to buy. Dean leaned against the aisle and cleared his throat.

"You know, if one didn't hear you two checking us out, one would think you two were married," he said, grinning. The shorter one laughed while the tall one blushed and looked down.

"Brothers," the short one said. "Gabriel," he pointed to himself, "and Castiel Novak," he finished, pointing to the tall one.

Dean barked out a laugh. "Also brothers. I'm Dean and that's Sam. We're the Winchesters."

"Pleased to meet you," Gabriel said, eyeing Sam up unabashedly. Castiel had yet to look up from the floor.

"You too," Sam said, offering a warm smile. Gabriel's faltered slightly, before brightening.

"Ursula got your voice, handsome?" Dean asked Castiel, sliding over and ducking down to look into Castiel's eyes.

Mutely, Castiel shook his head before practially running away. Gabriel sighed and briefly closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry. He's been through a lot this past couple of months. He just got back from a two week vacation. Really shy," he explained. "Got a phone?"

Dean nodded and took his out. Gabriel grabbed it, typed something in, and handed it back.

"He prefers texting. He's got aniexty too, has trouble talking on the phone," Gabriel said, wincing. He's gotten teased about his brother ever since they were in grade school and he didn't want these two good-looking men to start either.

"That's fine. I'll go slow," Dean said before walking off, sending a wink to Sam.

"Sorry about my brother," Sam said. "Doesn't really know the word subtle."

"Neither do I really," Gabriel said, smiling. "So, can I have your number, hot-shot?"

Sam laughed. "Yeah."

They exchanged numbers and as Sam turned to leave, he felt his ass get smacked. Turning, he saw Gabriel grinning widely.

"Firm. I like that," he said, winking lavishly. Sam laughed and bid goodbye.

Castiel sat in the car, absently going through Facebook on his phone. As he clicked like on a photo, his phone buzzed with a new message from a number he didn't recongize.

Hey. This is Dean. Your bro gave me your number. Hope you don't mind

He looked up and saw Dean walking out of the market. Dean glanced around, saw him, and shot him a crooked grin and a wink. Castiel flushed red and glanced back down. He bit his lip as he sent a message after saving it.

Don't mind. But why would you want my number?

Because life is short and you are hot

Castiel felt like Dean was qouting something, but didn't understand that reference. Just as he was about to ask, a new message came in.

That's from Doctor Who, btw

How did you know that I didn't understand?

I can still see you from my car and your biting your lip. Which is really hot btw

Castiel looked up and around. He saw Sam come out of the market with a bag and head for a black, older-looking car. Sure enough, Dean was in the driver's seat. Dean's head was turned now to Sam, saying something.

The driver's side to Castiel's car opened and Gabriel got in. Even though it's Castiel's car, Gabriel loved to drive it.

"Today was a good day to get milk," he commented, buckling up.

"They probably think I'm a loser," Castiel said, hating himself.

"No way! Dean still wants you and Sam was cool with it," Gabriel defended the brothers. "Not every one thinks you're a loser."

"Michael did."

"Well Michael's a dick. Seriously, Castiel. He was a loser and an asshole who didn't understand what he had until he lost it." Cheerful Gabriel had a stern look on now as he tried to get Castiel to understand.

Castiel sighed as he looked out the window. Dean waved as they drove off. Gabriel started the car and then pulled away himself.

"Cas, man, I hate saying this, I really do, but I warned you," Gabriel said.

"I know. That's what makes this so much harder. If I had just listened, I wouldn't of walked in on my now ex-finance having sex with not only our neighbor, but our female neighbor." That stung the worst. Castiel had known he was gay since he was eleven and caught himself staring at different boys, but apparently Michael had been using him to "figure himself out" and decided he was straight. A month before they were supposed to get married.

"On the bright side, Dean seems like a good man. Seriously, don't push him away before you even try him."

Castiel smiled slightly at his over-bearing-at-times older brother. "Okay, Gabriel."

"Atta boy, Cassie!"

"Don't call me that."