Sam Winchester was working at a large company as a computer consultant. He was 26 and single. He lived with his brother Dean Winchester. They were orphans. Their mother died when Sam was just a small baby. Their father had just died almost a year ago. His dad John Winchester had worked as a mechanic over at Bobby Singer's junk yard, scraping anything he could to rebuild cars for his customers. His brother was 30 and single like him. It was not that they were choosey, it's just that it is hard to find strong, successful, and handsome men. Yes men. They were both gay. Dean owned his own restaurant. An Italian bistro called "Thyme for Pasta". They co-owned a townhouse in the better part of town. Thanks to what little their dad had left them. They had grown up modest. But loved by their dad. Even after they both came out to their dad, he took it all in stride and all he had to say to it was "use protection when you go up anyone's ass...Or I will kill ya before any disease has had the chance!" Their dad was not one to play with words. He spoke what he thought and he always kept his word.

Sam had to leave work early to help his brother at the restaurant. He loved it. It was a completely different atmosphere. They never served anything stronger than wine. He and Dean were close and this was another chance for the two brothers to talk about any hot looking guys that happened to come by the restaurant. Sam pulled up to the back alley of the restaurant and saw his brothers Impala parked in its usual spot. He parked his Ford Escape in the parking spot reserved for VIP...ergo him. Dean had a wicked sense of humor. He always called Sam HRH...High Royal Highness. And that was only because Sam was finicky about everything in life. He liked the better things in life. And he made sure Dean enjoyed the better things in life now that he himself was a successful restaurant owner. Everything worked except Dean would not, and for any reason whatsoever, get rid of the Impala. So as long as Dean spent a little money on finer things in life..i.e...bedroom furniture, cologne, clothes, accessories, Sam would let him keep the Impala.

Sam parked and went inside to the usual craziness that happens inside a busy restaurant. Sam didn't have to be told what to do. He dropped his Blazer and grabbed an apron and a tray and got into the dinning room to see where service was needed. And so he started his part time, non-paying job. Sam was in the groove of getting the plates out while the food was hot, or explaining what the food exactly consisted of, or answering any other questions or complaints or the patrons of this establishments. Dean was a cook. So he would be busy as hell in the kitchen. He had other chefs working under him doing all the dirty work, but Dean was in charge and no dish went out without his approval. About two hours after Sam arrived, it seems to have slowed down a bit, enough at least for Sam to go and say hello to his brother in the kitchen. Sam walked up behind his brother and kissed his cheek and said "hi handsome". Dean turned around with a huge smile and hugged his brother and thanked him for coming in and helping. Sam just shooed his compliment away and leaned into Dean's ear to speak "Dean, outside, table 12, two HAUTE guys alone. You got to see them. They are out of this world. One is blonde and the other is dark haired. I will tell you right now I get the dibs on the blonde. You can have the other one. Dean and Sam walked to the dinning area and Dean scanned towards table 12.

Dean was glad Sam had called dibs on the blonde, because the dark haired and blue eyed man was already doing numbers on Dean's stomach. He pushed Sam into the dinning hall and towards the two men. This was something they often did when they found someone one they were interested in. They walked up to the two men and Dean spoke up...

"Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam. We co-own this restaurant and I came here to make sure your food was to your liking and that you are taken care of properly."

The blonde man answered "Why thank you. That is awful nice of you. You don't see owners come out and speak to the guests like this. By the way my name is Gabriel Noble and this is my brother Castiel Noble. We are new in this town and we don't know a lot of people. In fact we are staying at the St. Regis Hotel. We are looking for a place to call home. Castiel was looking at Dean and it was making Dean go all liquid in the inside. His blue eyes were so intense and seemed to be calling Dean to come closer. It was all Dean could do to not jump him right there and then. Sam took his phone out and asked to be excused for a moment. He came back and told the brothers a colleague of his did real estate part time and he would come down in 10 minutes to meet the brothers. The brothers looked relieved. When Dean looked at Sam, Sam winked and Dean was proud of his brothers quick thinking. This way they would be able to stay in touch longer. And not to mention, they would probably come back to this restaurant again. And maybe, hopefully things would progress forward. Dean excused himself as he had to get back to the kitchen and Sam saw his friend come and he introduced the boys to his friend. Guys this is Adam Ackels. He will be more than happy to help you. Enjoy and if you have any questions for us just come on in the kitchen. I will let the others know you have permission to come back there. And with that Sam left