Bobby walked down the grocery aisle, picking up a box of cereal. He continued on, pushing the cart down slowly, pausing to look at a can of food.
"Dad!" The sudden voice scared him, causing him to jump and turn around. The other person in the aisle looked at him as if he was crazy and he smiled apologetically. "Dean!" He scolded his son when the person turned their back, "Where's your brother?"
"Right here." Gabriel called high fiving Dean. "Good job." He chuckled.
"Ugh, you two be quiet and help me with this." Bobby growled, as his children giggled behind him. Bobby rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile himself.
They finished quickly, pushing the half full cart up to the register. Dean and Gabriel put the groceries on the belt and then grabbed the bag and placed them in the cart. He watched as the boys rolled it to his pick up truck, placing them in the bed. Just then he remembered he was out of beer.
"I'll be back, need some more beer." He waved to his sons, throwing the keys at Dean.
Dean laughed at the comment, unlocking the doors for him and Gabriel. He climbed in the driver's side and Gabriel the passenger side. He decided not to start the truck up, that it'd burn too much fuel.
"Whoa, look at the hottie in front of us." Gabriel said, putting his hands behind his head. Dean glanced over at his brother, rolling his eyes at his comment but looked anyway. In front of them were two boys in a Ford Explorer. The one in the driver's seat looked way to young to be there. The other was sitting in the passenger seat, talking to the other boy.
"What one?" Dean asked.
"Passenger seat, duh." Gabriel joked and then situated himself so he was facing Dean. "So have you figured out if… you know?"
Dean shook his head yeah, "Yes, and no I'm not gay."
Gabriel nodded, moving back so he could watch the attractive boy. "Heck, I'd bang both of them…"
"I'll never get used to you talking about hot guys." Dean chuckled, leaning on the windowsill. His eyes still attached to the boy in the drivers seat. "Is there something about him? I don't know what it is…"
"Okay, we have to name them now. Passenger seat will be Hottie and driver's side will be hottie two. And no, not really. Mmm, I just can't take my eyes off of him." Gabriel bit his lip.
"Try." Dean added, laughing as his brother punched him in the arm. Suddenly "Hottie" leaned forward, pressing something on the dashboard. Hottie two smiled, immediately started to shake his shoulders and snap his fingers. Hottie got on his knees on the seat, singing his heart out to Hottie two. Hottie two joined in, making random hand gestures.
Gabe started laughing at the two, "Do you think they live here now?" he asked. "I haven't seen them before and I think I would remember if I had."
Dean shrugged and glanced behind him when he saw his father in the rearview mirror. He was talking to a shorter guy that looked to classy to be talking to him. His father held up a finger to the man, jogging over to the truck. He opened the door. "Get the groceries in here. It's sprinkling and it's about to poor down."
The boys nodded, jumping out and rescuing their groceries as their father stood by and talked to the mysterious man. By the time they were done there was no room for them to sit in the truck.
"Boys, this is Mr. McLeod. Surprisingly he's our new neighbor. I'm going to show him the way to their house and he's offered to take you with him because… well obviously there's no room in my truck." He said.
"Okay, cool. Thanks Mr. McLeod." Gabriel smiled warmly.
Their new neighbor smiled, "Please call me Crowley. But anyway over here is my car…" he walked passed the truck and to the Ford Explorer parked in front of it. Dean watched Gabriel's face in amusement. His eyes widened at first and then his mouth dropped. The two awkwardly walked over.
"Now you'll have to forgive me. I don't have much space in here either. Would you mind sharing a seat?" Crowley asked, opening the side door.
"That's perfectly fine." Gabriel said, watching as Dean climbed in the back seat, waiting for the boy to scoot over but to find out there wasn't any room.
"Sam get out of my seat." Crowley muttered.
"Fine," one of the boys sighed, climbing back to find he was face to face with Dean.
Gabe chuckled, "Have fun Dean." He left his brother wide eyed as he closed the door. "Mr. McLeod?'
"Please, Crowley. But yes?" He asked.
"Is there another open seat?" Gabe asked, realizing how stupid his comment was as "Hottie's" eyes met his.
"You'll have to share with Cas." Crowley replied as he started the engine.
This was perfectly fine with Gabe. He walked over to the other side, opening the door. The boy was already standing up, waiting for Gabe to sit. The older of the two fought a smile off his face, it kept getting better and better. Awkwardly Cas, Crowley had called him, sat on his lap, on the very edge of his knee. He looked back and noticed that the boy Crowley had called Sam was sitting perfectly normal on Dean's lap, even resting his head against Dean's. Sam was looking the other way so Gabe mouthed lucky. Dean awkwardly shrugged.
"So what are your names?" Crowley asked, trying to make conversation.
"I'm Gabriel and he's my brother Dean." Gabe said, wishing that Cas would slid back because it was killing his knee.
"Since my boys are being awkwardly shy I'll tell you their names. This is Samuel and Castiel-"
"Sam," Sam interrupted and then Castiel followed with: "Cas."
"Yes, my boys won't except their full names. How wonderful…" Crowley says sarcastically and pulled out of the parking lot, right behind Bobby. "Your dad seems so sweet. I'm going to enjoy having you three as neighbors! Our last were so rude…"
Dean and Gabe chuckled at his normalness. "I wouldn't say that just yet. We'll get annoying pretty fast."
"Oh, doubtful. What do you guys do in your spare time?" Crowley asked as if he knew them since they were children.
"We work on cars a whole lot." Dean answered. "If you ever have car troubles just call us up."
"Oh, I have those all the time so you'll be having a lot of calls. We'll have to wait for my other cars to get here. These two youngsters can't drive yet so some friends of mine are bringing them out."
"What kind of cars?" Gabe asked.
"Well I have a 69 Chevy Camaro, 68 Dodge Charger, and some others I don't know the names of." Crowley answered, turning to the left.
"Whoa, those are some amazing cars. You'll have to let me drive them sometime." Dean joked.
"Feel free. I never drive them." Crowley answered honestly.
"Thanks." Dean says, still amazed.
"Take me with you." Sam mumbles, crossing his arms.
"Yes, please take Sam with you." Crowley joked.
"Oh, shut it Dad." Sam chuckled.
"How far is the high school from here?" Crowley asked, focusing on the winding road.
"About fifteen to thirty minutes. Kind of a long drive." Gabe answered, trying to send a telepathic message to Castiel to get off his knee.
"Oh, how are we going to manage that?" He asked himself… and then an idea seemed to pop in his head. "Would you boys mind giving these two a ride to the school and back home? I'll pay you if you want." The man sounded desperate so Gabriel nodded.
"Sure. The pay won't be necessary though." Gabriel says, still trying to get Castiel to move.
"Oh, c'mon a little money wouldn't hurt. No more saying no." Just then Bobby pulled over, waving his hand to the next door house. "Looks like this is my stop. See you boys later." And they climbed out of that awkward ride.
