"Dean," Sam said through clenched teeth. "What do you mean; somebody is coming over for dinner?"

"Just what I said, Sammy," Dean replied as he bit into his burger with a delighted sigh. "This is some good meat."

"Don't forget the bun, lettuce, tomato, onion, and bacon," Sam muttered as he angrily stabbed a french fry into the puddle of ketchup.

"This is some good everything, Sammy," Dean replied as he happily bit into his burger. "I like these. I like them a lot."

"Dean, focus!" Sam snapped as he pushed his meal to the side. "Who did you invite over to dinner?"

Dean sighed, though in annoyance this time, and put his burger down. He despised when his brother decided that it was time to discuss things when it was chow time, which, the younger Winchester had apparently decided, was the opportune moment to talk. Dean frowned once again as he looked at his burger with longing. Sam cleared his throat, that sound even sounding annoyed.

"Alright, Sammy," Dean muttered as he wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin. "I invited that chef friend of Cas's. The one who makes really good mac-n-cheese."

Sam's mouth dropped open. "You invited Gabriel to our house tonight. For dinner."

Dean nodded, thinking the conversation was finished now that Sam knew who was coming over for dinner. With a grin forming on his lips, he reached for his burger. Sweet, heavenly, juicy, delicious meat was in his near future. Forget the grin, he thought as he bit into the sandwich, I should be licking these lips. Sam cleared his throat again, and Dean sighed.

"What now, Sam?" Dean asked, growing annoyed. He wanted that burger, damn it! "I'm trying to eat here. Can't you see that?"

"That's exactly the point!" Sam said, exasperated, as he stabbed another fry into the ketchup. "What do you feed a man like that? He's eaten everywhere! It's not like I can just feed him meat and potatoes, Dean."

Dean grinned at his brother as he reached over and swiped one of his fries. "Maybe that's what he's expecting, Sammy. Meat and potatoes!"

Sam sighed and pushed his food away from him. His appetite was gone. "Dean. I can't feed a person like that just anything. I've got to do something special. Like… I can't even think of something off the top of my head."

"Okay, freakazoid," Dean said as he picked up the burger once more, "it's not that hard. You'll think of something. You'll make it. We'll eat it. That's it. And now, my dear brother, I am going to finish this piece of heaven on my plate, and then we will get back to work."

"More like heart attack on a plate," Sam murmured as he stared disgustingly at the lump of meat on top of Dean's plate. "You could have at least tried the tofu burger. It's better for you."

Dean flipped his brother off. "Tofu this."

Sam grinned as he bit into his, ha ha, tofu burger. The thing really did taste like, well… Nothing. His eyes drifted to his brother's burger, and his mouth watered. Why did eating healthy have to be so distasteful? Literally. He grinned at his own joke and dunked another unsalted fry into the ketchup. He missed salt.

The bell on the door jangled as it was opened, and Sam waved the new person down. Cas strolled toward the table, his biker boots making a slight thump with each step. Sam's eyes nearly fell out of his head when he noticed that the usual librarian-style dress the other man wore had been switched out for what appeared to be authentic biker wear. The man's dark hair was spiked up and… Oh, my Lord, was he wearing eyeliner?

"Dean," Sam said as he stifled a laugh, "you have to get a look at your boy."

Dean grumbled and turned in his seat, prepared for something different. His eyes bulged and he coughed on his mouthful of burger. He'd been prepared for tight pants, maybe, but not the new duds. Sam thumped his hand on his brother's back as the food fought its way through Dean's esophagus. Cas grinned at them, drawing their eyes to his… Lip ring?

"Hey," Cas said as he slipped into the booth next to Dean. "How's it going?"

Dean, having finally swallowed the problematic bite of burger, gaped at his friend. "How's it going? You're sitting next to me, in all black leather, eyeliner, and a lip ring, and you ask how it's going?"

Cas frowned down at his shirt. "What's wrong with it? Gabriel said I looked smashing in it."

Sam coughed in order to hide his laughter. "Uh, Cas, you see… You, uh, can't pull off the leather and chains look, my man. Stick to your trench coat and button-downs."

Cas sighed and leaned back against the booth seats. "I knew I looked ridiculous in this. But Gabriel… He can be very persuasive."

Dean touched a fingertip to a stud on Cas's leather jacket. "He must be, if he got you to go out in public in this get up."

Cas pushed Dean's hand away. "Oh, shut up. I'll change later. I'm missing my underwear, anyways."

Sam burst out laughing. Dean's eyes widened. Cas blushed and looked away. And the waitress, who had appeared to ask if Dean wanted more soda, looked down at Cas's pants. Dean cleared his throat and motioned to his glass, indicating that the girl could replace the liquid. She flushed and grabbed the glass, bustling away into the mill of other people.

"Oh, he must be good," Sam said as he wiped a tear away from his eye, "if he got Cas, the good samaritan that he is, to walk around commando."

Cas squirmed awkwardly in his seat. "Oh, will you stop it? It's just one piece of clothing, you know."

Dean cleared his throat and set the remainder of his burger on his plate. His appetite has magically disappeared. "Okay. Would this be a good time to say that I invited your dear friend Gabriel to dinner tonight?"

Cas grinned at his friend. "And how did Mr. Worry Wart take this news?"

Sam made a strangled sound. "How do you think I took it? What do I cook for a man who can out-cook God?"

Cas frowned as he diagnosed that bit of information. "I don't know about that. I'm sure that Gabriel cannot out-cook God. Nobody can out-anything God, right?"

Dean shrugged and motioned toward the waitress. "Check, please."

"Comin' right up, honey," she murmured as she placed a hand on Cas's shoulder. "Can I get y'all anything else before you go? Dessert, maybe? We have pie!"

Dean perked up. "Maybe a piece of pie."

"A box," Sam murmured as he bit into his tofu burger once again.

Cas shook his head and grabbed for Dean's plate. Dean sighed and pushed the plate toward the other man. With a grin, Cas grabbed for the burger and bit into it with a delighted groan. Dean looked at Sam with a pointed, I-told-you-it-was-a-piece-of-heaven look. Sam rolled his eyes and bit into his tofu burger again.

"Here's your box, sugar," the waitress chirped as she handed Sam the box before turning to Dean with a very warm and friendly smile. "And here's your pie, darlin'."

Dean smiled thanks and reached for his pie. He likes his pie.