Title: Baby, It's Cold Outside

Author: LyricReilly

Rating: T

Pairing: Dean/Cas, implied Sam/Gabriel

Warning: Male/Male pairings

Summary: AU Destiel. Castiel's brother sets him up on a blind date with Dean Winchester. It is the most spontaneous thing he has ever done. When he's invited for drinks at Dean's place, it starts to snow heavily. Will he go or will he stay? First ever Supernatural fic. Please be kind.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Author Note: This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. This is unbetaed, so please forgive any mistakes with grammar or spelling. Title and inspiration for work taken from the Christmas carol, "Baby, It's Cold Outside." I actually have two versions of this story in mind. What follows is my attempt at a tame, sweet version. I am also working on a darker version based around the same idea as this version. Hope you enjoy the story. -Lyric

What am I doing here? Castiel thought to himself as his host excused himself to the kitchen to fetch them some drinks. Oh yes, that's right. My stupid brother signed me up on Craigslist, and now I'm on a blind date with a complete stranger. Gabriel, how did I let you talk me into this? Castiel glanced around at his surroundings. He was sitting on a stranger's couch in a stranger's apartment waiting for that same stranger to bring him a drink. I'm just being paranoid. That's it. I've never done anything like this before, and I just need to relax. How did I ever allow myself to be talked into coming to Dean's apartment in the first place?

Castiel's thought back to the events that led to this evening:

"Come on, bro. You need to live a little, and I think this guy sounds right up your alley," Gabriel said, beaming at Castiel as he waved the Craigslist printout in his brother's face. "You spend too much time alone with your books and homework, and you need to get out."

"Gabriel, it's not homework. I have to grade papers for my students."

"Cassie, look, it might as well be homework. You bring work home with you, and it's coming from school. That's the definition of homework, bro."

"I'm a teacher, Gabriel. I have responsibilities. And I don't have time to entertain your silly notion of me meeting up with someone who," Castiel grabbed for the printout in Gabriel's hand and read through the lines of the advertisement, "'loves classic rock and roll and sweet pie' and 'is looking for a fine man to spin my world,' Gabriel, did you even read this? Does this honestly sound like me?" Castiel tossed the advertisement at his brother, exasperated by Gabriel's attempts to get him to date again. He was just too busy. It wasn't easy being a college instructor at the local university in the Religion department, and he loved his job. He loved his students, he loved his work, and he liked his life. Wait, Castiel thought to himself, I only LIKE my life?

Gabriel seemed to sense Castiel's thoughts. "Look Castiel. You're my brother, and I love you. I think I know what is best for you. Your life cannot be just working at that school and teaching those college kids about stuff they couldn't give two flips about. You gotta think about you, bro. What about your life? You need some excitement, and you need someone to share it with. So, why not try something daring? You only live once."

"Gabriel," Castiel said finally, "if I agree to go on this date, will you please leave me alone about the situation? So that if it goes badly, you won't be on my back again about this?"

"Only IF it goes badly?" Gabriel said slyly. "Are we suggesting, Cassie, that the date could possibly go well and that you might just find the man of your dreams, and that he'll sweep you off your feet, and ride you off into the..."

"Gabriel!" Castiel shouted. "Enough. Just let it go. Give me that paper, and I'll do it."

"Ah ha! I knew you'd see things my way, bro!" Gabriel gloated. "In fact, I did you one better. I already called him and arranged a meeting. You're to meet him at Marco's tonight at 8pm." As Gabriel spoke, Castiel's face flushed red with frustration and his jaw dropped. "Y-y-you know I'm h-happy to dr-drop you off, bro. You know, so you can meet him?" Gabriel stammered.

"Why did you do that!?" Castiel leaped from his chair and started pacing. "Gabriel, you can't do something like that. How am I supposed to meet someone I've never even spoken to? I don't know this person. Do you have any idea the number of crazies that are out there prowling for victims?" Castiel pointed at the listing, "This 'Dean Winchester' could be one of those crazies."

"Cassie, Cassie, calm down. It's cool," Gabriel assured him. "Look, he's not just some random yahoo whose personal ad sent my heart all a flutter although I must admit it helped." Gabriel smiled to himself.

Castiel turned to face him, "Gabriel…"

"All right, all right," Gabriel relented, "I know him, okay?" He works down at the auto shop as a mechanic over on Third Street. When I saw he had a Craigslist ad, and bats for your team, or I should say our team, he is one tall, savory tootsie pop that I'd like to find out how many licks it takes…"

"Gabriel!"

"Oh, right, right. Anyway, he's a nice guy, looking for another nice guy. So why not you? You might not be into classic rock, but you're into classic. That's half the battle right there. And you're not much into pie, but you can cook. And surely those deep blues of yours could send his world spinning. So, I hooked you up. You should be thanking me, bro, especially when I really could've went for that big hunk myself."

Castiel scoffed, "so, why didn't you? If you're so into him, why didn't you try him for yourself?"

"Hey, don't get me wrong, he is hot, and I do mean HOT, but not my type," Gabriel shrugged.

"Not your type? You mean to say you actually have a type?" Castiel eyed Gabriel doubtfully.

"I do. And it happens to be a certain tall, shaggy-haired, law student, who happens to be Dean's brother, Sam," Gabriel admitted proudly. "So I think it's your turn. And I think you should take a turn with that green-eyed, bow-legged, bad boy and see where it gets you." Gabriel wrapped his arm around Castiel's shoulder in a brotherly hug. "Besides, all you gotta do is flash those baby blues and give him a glimpse of your sex hair, and you got it made" Castiel jabbed his elbow into Gabriel's side. "Hey! I mean that with respect, man. I wish had your natural sex hair, and some of your height, too." Castiel's face brightened into a smile, and then a chuckle escaped his mouth. There was just something about Gabriel that made it impossible to stay mad at him.

"You really think this is a good idea, Gabriel?" Castiel asked.

"Absolutely, bro. You never know, you two may hit it off. And then you won't be living here like an old school marm." Gabriel remarked as Castiel uttered a frustrated sigh. "Look, in all seriousness bro, you need to get out more, be with people, get out and about. Get out of this apartment and live a little. Trust me. You won't regret it."

Author Note: So what do you think? Good start? Bad? Please review and let me know if you would like me to continue with this story. Thanks for reading! -Lyric