The Fake Boyfriend

Chapter One: The man with the brother's complex

Castiel has been dragged into a lot of things thanks to Gabriel. However, never in his years would he have expected something this stupid. In front of him is a sophomore, a very disgruntled sophomore at that. Sure, friends of his brother's one night stands have come to yell at him since he is younger and more fragile looking, apparently, but never has it been a brother.

"I think your brother is dating mine." The man, something Winchester, since he's no doubt talking about Gabriel's friend Sam, practically growls out. His voice is low, full of rage, and Castiel would honestly be worried if it weren't for this happening at least once a month every semester before this one.

"Sam and Gabriel are just friends, I am fairly sure." Castiel responds, keeping his eyes on the guy. "You can ask your brother, however, if you really want to know."

"He won't talk to me about Gabriel," Winchester admits, crossing his arms over his chest and looking entirely frustrated and defeated, "He thinks I will try to hurt him or something."

"Hm…hard to believe he could think you have anger problems," Castiel mumbles, "Only men who are completely sane and in control ever come to the little brother of their sibling's best friend."

"Look, you little dick, I am worried about my brother and if you know yours I'm sure you know why." Winchester whispers roughly and Castiel crosses his arms, leaning against his dorm room doorframe. He has to give him that, Gabriel is a pretty bad influence. However, there is no way he will tell this guy that.

"First of all…I am older than you, so do not refer to me as that. Secondly, my brother treats yours like gold. He never does anything that can get Sam in trouble anymore, honestly, it's the most behaved my brother has ever been. You might not like them being friends, or lovers, or whatever they are, but I am in no rush to butt in." Castiel says, "So leave me alone."

"No wait, Castiel!" Winchester exclaims and Castiel tenses up. Who told him his name?

"How do you know my name?" Castiel asks, backing further into his bedroom.

"Sam mentioned that Gabriel couldn't hang out with him a few weeks ago because his brother Castiel was staying the night." Winchester explains, "I mean…I'm sure you know my name too, right?"

"No." Castiel answers and sees the almost crestfallen look on Winchester's face. No doubt fearing his precious baby brother doesn't talk about him. "My brother and I do not discuss our friends' siblings."

"…Oh…well, I'm Dean." Winchester says, holding his hand out, "And I would appreciate it if you could help me out."

Castiel eyes the hand suspiciously before reaching out and shaking it, "What's in this obvious brother complex issue for me?"

"If you do what I am about to ask…I will…" Dean looks inside Castiel's room, no doubt seeing the sparse…well…everything. Castiel and Gabriel are not exactly swimming in money. "Buy your meals for you for the rest of this semester. Possibly the rest of this year. However long it takes to do what I'm planning."

"Hm…alright, I'm listening. What is your plan, Winchester?"

"We're going to date." Dean says and Castiel quickly pulls away and goes to slam his door shut when the taller man slams a foot in the way, "Wait, wait, wait! It will be pretend! Just listen to me!"

"I have no interest in dating a kid." Castiel mumbles, trying to kick the stubborn man's foot out of his door. "Please remove yourself from my presence."

"Castiel Novak would you just hear me out!" Dean pleads and Castiel glares at him. "Just…pretend to date me! If we do that then I can get near Gabriel, find out if they are dating, and separate them!"

"You obviously were not listening to me," Castiel begins, "I told you I like Gabriel with Sam. I am not going to do anything to separate them and I do not want anything to do with someone who will."

"Free. Food. For. A. Year." Dean says, prying Castiel's door open. "I get you care about your brother, I obviously do, but he is bad for Sam and I can't just let my brother be his…"

"Saving grace?" Castiel offers, glaring at the man as he walks into his room.

"Yeah, yeah, that." Dean sighs, making himself comfortable on Castiel's bed.

"If you want to win points with me perhaps you should show a little humility." Castiel mumbles to himself, sitting at his desk. "…You're not going to leave are you?"

"I'm determined to help Sam."

"He's eighteen. You're, what, twenty?"

"Twenty two…" Dean admits sheepishly.

"Well, nonetheless, he is old enough to make his own choices." Castiel crosses his arms, looking to Dean lounging on his bed, "Cut the apron strings, Dean."

"Not if cutting them results in him falling into Gabriel's arms." Dean huffs and Castiel sighs, staring at the apparently older man in his bed. He's not leaving until Castiel gives in, apparently, and free food for the year would be really helpful. The guy doesn't look too bright, so perhaps Castiel can pull his own plans and get Dean to accept their brothers' friendship…dating life?...relationship. He can at least drag it out until Dean gives up.

"Tell me this, Dean Winchester, will anyone believe you are dating a guy?" Castiel asks, aware of the man's reputation as a ladies man. He never knew his name, but Sam made it perfectly clear one weekend that his brother is, in fact, a very popular man.

"Well, I thought about that," Dean begins, his eyes meeting Castiel's from across the room, "But you're pretty attractive, and college is all about experimenting."

"Although we will not." Castiel adds quickly.

"Definitely not. I am firmly into chicks. Boobs are the best thing ever."

"So while pretending to date me…you will be sleeping around? My brother knows everything that goes on around here and if he thinks I'm with someone who is cheating…"

Dean sits up, stretching a little, "I can go without if it means helping Sammy."

"Such a martyr." Castiel says dryly.

"Anyways, are you in or out?"

"As long as you do not try anything and give me food, I am in."

Dean grins, "Excellent. So how did we meet?"

Castiel shrugs, "You should have all of this set up already."

"We met in the library, started talking, then after a few weeks I asked you out. Tonight will be our first date, so it's not too weird we don't touch." Dean says and Castiel leans back in his chair.

"I am impressed, you don't seem the type to plan things out."

"I need this to work."

Castiel rolls his eyes, "You need a therapist for your brother complex…." He grumbles, earning a pillow to the face, "Do. Not. Test your luck with me, Winchester."

Dean scoffs, "Whatever, Novak. Stop saying I have a brother complex."

"You literally barged into a stranger's room and asked him to date you so you can get your brother from his brother." Castiel narrows his eyes, "Tell me what part of that is sane. Especially for a straight man." He can literally see the wheels turning in Dean's mind as the man stares blankly at him, trying to come up with an answer.

"I…I just…I need to keep him safe." Dean says resolutely and Castiel sighs, turning to the textbook on his desk.

"I don't even know you and I can already tell this is going to be awful." He mumbles, opening the book.

"Aww, don't be like that, huggy bear." Dean teases, causing Castiel's hand to jerk in shock and tear a page in his book. "…Uh…oh…"

Taking a deep breath to contain any homicidal urges, Castiel slowly turns in his chair to send a dark look Dean's way, "Get. OUT."

"Right, right, um…" Dean jumps off the bed and comes up to investigate the page that is fully ripped out, "Yeah…well…I'm gonna go now. I'm also never gonna call you huggy bear again…and, while I'm at it I'm going get ready for dinner…at…um…what's your favorite restaurant around here?"

Castiel stays silent, staring Dean down as he tries to think of the most expensive place he can, "The steak and lobster place downtown."

Even if they don't go, it's honestly worth it just for the horrified look on Dean's face, "Wha-? Pfft, yeah, no. I'm not made of money."

"For the both of us it would be about forty…" Castiel mumbles, looking to his ruined book, "About the same amount this book would have gotten me when I returned it later this semester, had a page not been removed."

"Hey, I cannot help it if you are some weird twenty year old-"

"Nineteen."

"Okay, ninetee-wait what? Like…nineteen and almost twenty, nineteen, right?" Dean asks and Castiel shakes his head no.

"Like, 'just turned nineteen last week', nineteen." Castiel sighs.

"Whoa, wow, okay…" Dean stares at him in what almost looks like awe, "So a nineteen year old in his third year of college…huh. I guess I bagged me a smart one. You do look pretty young, actually."

"You have 'bagged' nothing but an annoyed conspirator." Castiel corrects, "So please leave my room."

"Right, right…" Dean begins before flashing Castiel a smile that could almost be attractive if he wasn't so annoying, "Thanks for helping me with this."

""Yes, well, you broke into my room and did not give me much choice." Castiel points out, "I try not to agitate mentally unhealthy people in my room."

"I'm not crazy, don't be such a pain."

"Dean, I am fairly certain I already told you to leave…."

Dean rolls his eyes, "Yes ,yes, I'll meet you there at…hm…four?"

Castiel looks to him annoyed, "I have a lot of homework, Dean, I won't be done until six at least."

"Homework before food? Dude, that is just wrong."

"It is prioritizing and there is nothing wrong with that."

Dean rolls his eyes, "Oh my god I hope we break them up quickly. There's no way anyone who knows me will think I'm dating someone with such a giant rod up their ass."

"And no one I know would believe I stayed with…that." Castiel gestures to the entirety of Dean, because, well, he is literally an embodiment of everything Castiel has no interest in.

Dean groans as loud as he can before leaving the room. Castel watches before quickly getting up and locking his door, hoping Dean does not actually return. Free food would be great but having to eat it with Dean might just be a deal breaker.

A/N: There are so many ulterior motives between simply two people it is insane. Poor Sam and Gabe. Who slowly wades into plot? That's overrated.