The small hunter just didn't understand. Maybe Dean just thought he was weird. Garth had thought he made it pretty obvious that he liked Dean. With all the hugs and showing off, he made himself pretty clear. Maybe Dean didn't swing that way. At that moment of deep thought, Garth's phone began to ring. He peered at the bright blue light in his darkened hotel room. "Dean 3" the screen read. A case? At this hour? Garth glanced at the clock. 2 am. Garth sighed and grabbed his phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey! Garth, listen, uh, some of the guys are, uh, having this thing to, uh, I dunno, Sam thought you should come see our place." Dean seemed more comfortable once he had stopped saying lines he had probably been fed. "Y'know it's a pretty cool base of operations! So, uh, what d'you say?"
Garth was a little surprised. Dean had never called him before to just hang out. Actually Dean had never called him. They always just seemed to run into each other. "Uh, sure. Where is it?"
Garth looked at the rusty door leading somewhere underground. It was just the next day. Garth was so excited to see the Winchesters again that he went straight to his car after Dean's phone call. He knocked on the old metal door, which made a large, gong-like sound. The door swung open almost immediately. Dean looked quite excited. He quickly realized his mistake though, cleared his throat, and regained his cool exterior. Garth took all his strength to not fling himself over the muscular hunter.
"Hey." Dean said as gravely as he could make it.
"Hey." Replied Garth. He was grinning despite his efforts to seem as tough as the Winchester boys. He walked down a couple steps and gave Dean a hug. Dean reciprocated with a few pats to Garth's back. Dean held Garth at arms distance.
He smiled. "Come see the bat cave." Garth could see that Dean was giddy. He half skipped down the flight of stairs to the balcony looking over the many bookcases and tables. He gestured sarcastically towards his Jesus-haired brother standing in front of a table. When he saw Garth he waved with both arms.
"Hey! Welcome to the men of letters' base of operations!" Sam yelled from 10 feet below. Garth followed Dean down the metal staircase. Garth smiled and waved politely. The Winchesters arranged themselves, Dean slightly ahead of his younger brother. Garth had noticed they fell into this pattern most of the time. When walking, or presenting their fake badges, even when running towards something. Garth knew Sam could probably outrun his smaller brother, but fell behind anyway. "So, uh, what d'you think of the place?"
"Yeah! It's awesome! How'd you get these digs?" Garth exclaimed.
"Apparently there's even MORE stuff in our blood. How many's that now?" Dean asked Sam.
"Well our mom's side was hunters, and Dad's was men of letters, Oh, and I've got some demon blood-" Sam was cut off by a glare from his brother. Sam coughed and finished off with "So, yeah." sheepishly.
"Um, cool." Garth stared at his feet for a moment. When he looked up Dean's head snapped towards the ceiling while Sam gazed off towards a desk.
"So, uh, I'll go make some drinks for us then!" Sam sprinted off to the kitchen. Dean glared at him once more.
"Um, you wanna sit down?" Dean said not looking Garth in the eye. Garth nodded and Dean pulled out a chair for him. Garth had a feeling that Dean was new at this. He suspected Dean only knew how to pamper a girl so he could get a night with her. Romance didn't seem like Dean's kind of thing. Dean was looking at the table. Garth was staring into his spiked up, dirty blonde hair. He giggled a little.
"What?" Dean bolted upright. His face was pink with embarrassment.
"Nothing." Garth smirked.