Author's Note:

Okay so guess whose writing again. This guy. I'm not sure where this idea came from and I don't honestly know where it's going. But hopefully I can stick with it.

The idea came from the Mystery Spot episode and the whole Sam tracking Gabe down stuff. But oh silly me I've got to have Dean/Castiel all over it. Sorry.

This story will have both Dean/Castiel and Same/Gabriel eventually. Hopefully. If all goes to plan. Which there isn't one. We'll see where is goes. And although it seems to focus on Sam and Gabe, I'm actually going to have more Dean and Cas stuff in this story.

This chapter is practically short, sorry about that.

Anyways, please excuse my unbeta'd mistake filled work and enjoy!


Dean Winchester didn't consider himself the to be the stalking type. He didn't consider anyone in his family to bet the stalking type in fact. Yet here he was on a Wednesday night, stalking his own brother while said brother stalked an older man. What a weird world he lived in.

This wasn't supposed to be like this and he sure as hell didn't expect this of Sam. Sure he could be a little obsessive over things, but following someone home? This wasn't supposed to be happening.

It had all started when the new family moved in down the street. They were a big family for this part of town, from what Dean could tell there were at least four boys, a girl, and their father. The houses here were more suited for the average two point five kids and a dog kind of families, so that many people moving in had caught Dean's attention. Well, it caught pretty much the whole neighborhoods attention really.

The youngest siblings had soon started to attend the high school Sam and Dean did and Sam had taken immediately to one of the brothers, Gabriel. He was older, a senior, so Sam had been afraid to approach him. Dean just wrote it off as Sam idolizing the guy and paid little attention to it besides the occasional joke to poke fun at him. But soon it become apparent that Sam's little 'star-crush' was quickly turning into an obsession. He started following poor Gabriel to his classes and around the school, and eventually he followed him back to his house every day.

By then Dean had gotten worried, finally deciding to trail Sam and make sure he wasn't going to do anything stupid. He didn't think he really had any other choice. So here he was, sitting down the street from the Novak family home, watching as his younger brother squatted in the bushes in the front yard.

This was crazy, he thought, he shouldn't even be here. Maybe he would just go to Sam now and tell him to cut the crap, get in the car and go home with him. This was just downright creepy!

Then again, Sam didn't look like he was doing any harm, maybe he'd just go home himself and get to bed. It was late anyways.

As Dean reached for his keys, about to start the engine and head back, he heard a tapping on his window that made him jump in his seat. He spun about, locating the source of the noise and groaned. Peering into his car was one of Gabriel's brothers, Chris? Maybe Charlie? He wasn't sure. Dean recognized him by the huge trench coat that he seemed to wear everyday. He was carrying two large paper bags, which made Dean assume he was coming home from the shopping when he noticed Dean there. He rapped his knuckles on the window again.

Dean sighed, rolling his window down to let the cool evening air into his car.

"Can I help you?" he asked, his voice dripping with disinterest.

"Dean Winchester?" Chris-or-Charlie-or-whatever-his-name-was asked.

"Yes?"

"Why would it be that your brother is sitting in my hedges while you watch him from here?" he said, tilting his head to the side.

Dean almost choked at the blatant question and gaped at the dark haired boy. He opened and closed his mouth, flustered and unable to come up with a believable excuse. After a moment he cleared his throat and answered,

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Lame.

The boy just stared at him with his piercing blue eyes. Obviously he wasn't taking any bullshit.

"Okay look, my little brother is, um, trying to, make friends and I'm just watching out for him, okay?"

And that wasn't any better.

Novak just stood there, looking at him. If he was being honest, it was starting to make Dean uncomfortable. But he wasn't about to admit that and quietly stood his ground.

The other made a small "hmm" sound and muttered, "I see" under his breath. He struggled with his bags for a moment before extending a hand into Dean's car.

"I'm Castiel," he said without blinking.

"Uh, Dean." Dean replied, taking the hand uncertainly.

"I know." was all the raven haired boy said before straightening up and walking across the street and to his house.

Dean huffed and muttered "weird" under his breath before looking back over to where Sam was. His younger brother was standing up and getting ready to leave, so Dean started his car and drove home. All the while trying to shake off the strange feeling his encounter had given him.