A/N: I do not now SPN Characters.

I decided to start another story with destiel. It's inspired by a few different stories I've read lately. I hope y'all enjoy it! I hope to have the next chapter of Life In A Parallel Universe up and running soon! I'll be working on it more tomorrow.

BTW! Dean is 28, Sam is 21, Gabriel is also 28, Cas is 25, and Jo is 21. Just lettin' y'all know!

Chapter 1

It was bright and early one Monday morning and Castiel Novak found himself standing in line waiting for his coffee at his favorite café not too far from the little apartment he shares with his older brother, Gabriel. He had two brothers, Gabriel and Lucifer, but Lucifer had moved across the country years ago thanks to their overbearing parents.

Castiel stood patiently to the far right of the café. It was a very busy morning and he understood that they were a bit short staffed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the flash of a dark green canvas jacket and turned just slightly to see better.

He spotted a man standing at the counter, ordering a coffee. He had dark blonde hair that was a bit spiked at the front, freckles from what Castiel could see. He was wearing the dark green canvas jacket he had spotted along with dark jeans that had a couple of holes and work boots.

Castiel watched as the man paid and he spotted a silver ring on his right ring finger. The man turned and made his way to the end of the line to wait, which just so happened to be right next to Castiel.

Their eyes met briefly as the man came to stand next to Castiel. A pair of forest green eyes, possibly the greenest eyes Castiel had ever seen, locked onto his before the man blushed slightly and turned away from him to wait for his own coffee.

If he wasn't so bad at starting a conversation with complete strangers, he would have said something. Castiel became lost in his own world until he heard a very familiar voice ring through the air.

"Dean! Hey, man! I didn't know you came here!" The man standing beside him, the same man who had been on his mind since Castiel had spotted him, turned at the sound of his name and smiled.

"Gabe! It finally makes sense! You're a midget because of all the caffeine you absorb. You know I heard it stunts your growth."

Castiel heard the familiar chuckle of his big brother and turned towards them. "Cassie?! I didn't know you came here either! Now that's just sad." The man Castiel had been thinking about, Dean, turned towards him now and their eyes locked once more.

Castiel broke the gaze and stared down at his 'big' brother. "I've told you before, Gabriel, that I come here often. It is not my fault that you don't listen."

Gabriel rolled his eyes, but turned his attention back to Dean. "Dean-o, this is my little brother Cassie. Cassie, this is Dean-o. We work together at the bar."

Castiel extended his hand towards Dean and Dean accepted. "Castiel. Gabriel likes to come up with nicknames from time to time." Dean chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, so I've noticed. He gave me one the first time we met."

The lady behind the counter called Castiel's name as well as Dean's. They stepped forward together and took their drinks from her. As they stepped back to Gabriel, Dean's phone went off. "Sorry, excuse me."

He took a step away and answered his phone as Gabriel took a step closer to Castiel. "So, little brother, I saw you checkin' him out. You know, I don't think he's seein' anyone at the moment."

Castiel rolled his eyes. "I was not checking him out, Gabriel. And how do you know he's not straight? He seems like he would be to me."

Before Gabe could respond, Dean was back at their sides. "Well, that was Sammy. He was having a mental breakdown." Gabe was immediately worried, but before he could ask Dean what was going on, Castiel interrupted.

"Sammy?" Dean gave him a crooked grin. "Yeah, my little brother." Castiel turned and looked at Gabriel. "Is this the same Sam that you're dating?" Gabriel nodded, smiling sheepishly. "Sure is. Dean-o here introduced us. Well, more like Samsquatch came into the bar one night looking for him and I introduced myself, but you get the picture, Cassie. So, what was my poor Samsquatch worrying about this time?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "It seems Dad decided that he wants to pay us a visit in two weeks. Sam's kind of freaking out about it already."

Gabriel's brows seemed to join together as confusion hit him hard. "Isn't that good? He said he hasn't seen his dad in quite awhile." Dean shifted from one foot to the other, suddenly uncomfortable.

"Well, the thing is…Sam hasn't quite told our parents about him being gay. Okay, neither of us have, but he's the one with the boyfriend so when Dad comes down he's decided he's going to tell him. And Dad's kind of…just slightly homophobic."

"And by slightly, you mean he may have an aneurysm when he finds out." Dean looked at Castiel and winced just slightly. "I think that may be putting it mildly to be honest. But, I better get headed to work before I'm late. I'll see you later at the bar, Gabe. And it was nice meeting you, Cas."

Dean shook Castiel's hand and held it for a second longer than was probably required, throwing Castiel a quick smile before he dropped his hand and headed out of the café, coffee in hand. Castiel had been too shocked by the nickname to answer him.

Gabe smiled up at his little brother. "Cas, huh? He's already given you a nickname. Looks like ole Dean-o there likes you. Don't worry, Cassie, I'll get the scoop tonight and get things moving." He winked at Cas as he suddenly left the café, not even bothering to order anything.

Castiel tried to shake it from his mind, but all he could think about for the rest of the day was the mysterious green-eyed man who'd given him a nickname.

SPN

Dean stretched and looked at his alarm clock. He had woken up from a pretty good dream filled with homemade apple pie and some quite delicious eye candy. He reluctantly rolled out of bed and moved through the apartment he shared with Sam, his little brother, and got ready for his day.

He worked full-time at the mechanic shop he started a few years back with his Uncle Bobby. Bobby wasn't really his uncle, but Dean had grown up calling him that since he was practically family.

They had started the business together to help get Dean up on his feet. Bobby ran the business aspect of it while Dean managed everything to do with the cars. From time to time Bobby would work on a car or two, but it was mainly Dean and Jo who worked on them.

Jo also worked with him at the bar. They'd work week days at the shop and then drive over to the Roadhouse Bar & Grille every night where Dean would bartend and Jo would waitress. Jo's mom, Ellen, was the owner of the place and had given Dean the job after they'd become friends at the shop. She knew that Dean needed the extra cash and was always willing to help him out whenever he needed it. He was like a son to her.

Dean finished getting ready for work in his usual grey t-shirt with a dark blue button up overshirt, unbuttoned of course, his dark jeans with a couple of holes in them, and his work boots. He threw on his dark green canvas jacket, grabbed his keys, and headed out the door.

It wasn't too bad of a day as he made his way to his baby, a black 1967 chevy impala that had been handed down to him on his sixteenth birthday from his father. This car was his baby and everyone who knew him knew that. No one touched baby.

He pulled up in front of his favorite café and shut off the engine. He noticed that it was pretty packed, but he couldn't go in to work without his coffee. There was no way he'd make it through the day.

Dean walked through the doors and stood in line. He wasn't paying much attention until he heard the man in front of him give his order to the young lady behind the counter. His voice was deep, rough, and sent a shiver down Dean's spine that he hadn't been expecting. The man was wearing a long, tan trenchcoat, black slacks, and some expensive looking shoes.

Dean couldn't help but check the guy out. Even though all he could see from this point was the back of him and some unruly black hair that made Dean want to run this fingers through it.

Whoah there. Get ahold of yourself, Dean. This guy is obviously straight. Besides, you need to get a grip on yourself. You don't even know him.

Dean took a deep breath, steadying himself. As the man walked away and stood in the other line waiting for his coffee, Dean took the opportunity to check him out further from the corner of his eye and he was not disappointed.

The three-day stubble that ran along his jaw did wonders on Dean's heartbeat. He stepped forward and concentrated on giving the lady the right drink order. He paid for his coffee and moved to the waiting line where he just so happened to be able to stand next to the man who made his heartbeat run a marathon.

As Dean moved to the next line, his eyes locked with the man in the trench coat. His eyes were the bluest blue Dean had ever seen and he seemed to get sucked right into them.

He realized that he had held the stare for a moment too long and quickly looked away as a blush slid up his cheeks. Usually he was pretty good at starting up a conversation with someone he didn't know, but his throat didn't want to work.

That's when he heard a familiar voice call out his name. "Dean! Hey, man! I didn't know you came here!" He turned around and saw the familiar small frame of his friend walking towards him. "Gabe! It finally makes sense! You're a midget because of all the caffeine you absorb. You know I heard it stunts your growth."

Gabe chuckled and was about to say something else when he noticed the man standing next to Dean turn towards them. "Cassie?! I didn't know you came here either! Now that's just sad."

Dean's heart about stopped. He couldn't possibly know the man who he'd been fantasizing about this whole time…could he? He turned around to see who Gabe was talking to. And it just so happened to be the man with the most amazing blue eyes.

Their eyes locked for the briefest of moments before the man turned to look at Gabe. "I've told you before, Gabriel, that I come here often. It is not my fault that you don't listen." Gabe rolled his eyes, but turned back to him. "Dean-o, this is my little brother Cassie. Cassie, this is Dean-o. We work together at the bar."

The man extended his hand towards Dean's and he accepted, shaking his hand. He really didn't want to let go, but he reluctantly did. . "Castiel. Gabriel likes to come up with nicknames from time to time." Dean chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, so I've noticed. He gave me one the first time we met."

He still remembered the first time Gabe had called him Dean-o. He had wanted to punch the short man at first, but it had grown on him after awhile. "Castiel! Dean! Your coffees are ready."

Dean and Castiel stepped forward together and accepted their coffees from the lady behind the counter. As they stepped back to Gabriel, Dean was going to start up a conversation, but his phone rang. "Sorry, excuse me."

He took a step away from the brothers and answered his phone. "Sammy! What's up?"

"Dean. We have a problem. I just got a call from Dad. He said he's coming down in two weeks." Dean's face fell. Whenever their father came down for a visit, it always ended in an argument, always.

"It's okay, Sammy. You know Dad. He'll complain for a bit about how we're making complete mistakes of our lives and then before you know it he'll be gone. We survived the last time and we'll survive it this time."

"Yeah, but Dean. This time I have a boyfriend. And…and I'm going to tell him. It's not fair to Gabe for me not to and…he's family. I don't want to hide who I am anymore. He's our dad, Dean."

Dean nodded, trying to figure out just how bad this was going to be. "Okay. Okay, I get it. But I'm not telling him about me. I don't have a boyfriend and I couldn't care less if he knew anything about me. Mom knows and that's good enough for me. But, I'll be there when you tell him. You have to make sure I'm there otherwise…I don't want to think about what would happen. We'll talk more later, right now I'm on my way to work." He heard a sigh on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd say that actually. But yeah, I'll talk to you later. I'll see you when you get home from the bar. Hell, maybe I'll even stop by for a beer." He smiled at the thought of Sam stopping by the bar later. "Sounds good, see you then, Sammy."

He hung up the phone, slipped it back into his pocket and stepped back over to Gabe and Cas. "Well, that was Sammy. He was having a mental breakdown." He could tell that Gabe was instantly worried, but Cas spoke up. "Sammy?" He nodded, giving the man a small smile. "Yeah, my little brother." Cas nodded and turned to Gabriel.

"Is this the same Sam that you're dating?" He watched Gabe nod and smile sheepishly. "Sure is. Dean-o here introduced us. Well, more like Samsquatch came into the bar one night looking for him and I introduced myself, but you get the picture, Cassie. So, what was my poor Samsquatch worrying about this time?"

He rolled his eyes. "It seems Dad decided that he wants to pay us a visit in two weeks. Sam's kind of freaking out about it already."

He watched as Gabe's eyebrow seemed to become one with confusion. He had to resist the urge to laugh at the ridiculous look on his face. "Isn't that good? He said he hasn't seen his dad in quite awhile." Dean shifted from one foot to the other, really starting to get uncomfortable. Then he thought of an idea. A way to let Cas know that he was single without actually coming straight out with it.

"Well the thing is…Sam hasn't quite told our parents about him being gay. Okay, neither of us have, but he's the one with the boyfriend so when Dad comes down he's decided he's going to tell him. And Dad's kind of…just slightly homophobic."

There. Now he had made sure that Cas knew he was on the market, so to speak. "And by slightly, you mean he may have an aneurysm when he finds out." Dean looked up at Cas and couldn't resist the urge to wince. "I think that may be putting it mildly to be honest. But, I better get headed to work before I'm late. I'll see you later at the bar, Gabe. And it was nice meeting you, Cas."

He reached out, grabbing Cas's hand and squeezed slightly, throwing the man a quick, melting smile before he dropped his hand and left the café.

The only thing that pushed him out the door was that he really did have to get to work because he was running late. He knew that there was no getting that man off of his mind. There was just no way.

He sighed internally and as he slid into the impala he made a silent promise to himself to get Gabe to bring him around more often. He had a feeling that Cas wasn't some ordinary guy. Or at least not the kind of guys that Dean usually met. No, he was different. And Dean was determined to get to know him better.

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