A/N: Apologies for the wait. Bolded singing is Gabe, italicized is Sam, both is both.

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The dumb look on Dean's face was priceless. Not that Gabe would admit it to anybody (read: everybody except for Dean) but he relished the utter confusion and surprise of a well planned prank. He didn't want his best friend getting hot and heavy with his brother of course, just…ew.But he did think confident, self assured, bisexual Dean would be a good friend for his awkward, just out of the closet brother. The fact that Dean was apparently head over heels for Cas already was just (chocolate butter cream) icing on the cake. Of course, Cas wouldn't reciprocate. Dean totally wasn't his type.

"…Your brother?" Dean asked for about the sixty-ninth time.

"Yeah, Dean-o. My brother. Why? Is it his gawky exterior as opposed to my lusciousness?" Gabe placed a hand on his hip, and Sam gave a little snort. "He may be weird, but all in all he's a good kid."

"You don't look alike," Dean said, distractedly.

"I know. We've been through this. I'm a gorgeous sex god. Castiel…isn't."

To Gabriel's sudden horror, Dean shrugged and blushed on the corner of his cheekbones. "He could be-"

Gabriel made a cross with his fingers. "No! No! No having the hots for my brother! Bad! Bad Dean!" Sam laughed.

"Hey!" Dean snapped, a little too harshly, "I've had to put up with your epic crush on Sam for years!"

Sam's eyes widened and his eyes shot towards Gabe, who just rolled his eyes. "Right, Dean. Right, because what I need in my life is a jailbait boyfriend."

"Yeah," Sam chimed in, "and all I need is an arrogant, perverted douche-"

"Hey! Rude!" Gabe protested.

"It's true!" Sam said, holding up his hands.

Gabe scowled, turning back to Dean. "So are you going to fuck my brother or not?"

Dean turned bright red. "Okay, firstly Gabe? I would never just…I need emotions too, before I sleep with somebody."

"You don't need emotions to sleep with Sebastian," Gabe reminded him.

Dean squirmed a little bit. "Lust is an emotion."

"No it isn't," Sam said. "But can we not talk about my brother's sex life right now?"

"Please. Yes. Thank you," Dean said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sam grinned. "So seriously, you and Cas?"

"You know Cas?"

"Yeah, of course," Sam said, "you went to Gabe's party, right? All of the Warblers went."

"Of course I went," Dean said, looking away.

"He brought Sebastian," Gabe said, rolling his eyes. "They went and fucked in my bedroom."

"Ew, okay. Gross," Sam said.

"That's what I said!" Gabe said.

Dean scowled. "What happened to not talking about my sex life?"

"Right, right." Gabe winked at Sam, who looked inquisitive, but smiled. "We can sing about it instead."

"What-" Sam smacked the radio on, blasting Push Play through the room.

Gabe danced towards Dean, grinning and dancing lewdly.

Meet me at my door, by the end of the night you'll be screaming for

More, more, more of me,

Tonight's a big night, so let's make history.

"Jesus," Dean said, disturbed, starting to back away towards the dorms.

Sam went over next to Gabe, spinning and jumping onto the couch. Other Warblers who had stuck around after the performance gathered, laughing and dancing.

My lips touch your lips, my hands on your hiiiips

Sam spun his hips, and then looked at Gabe, who to Dean's horror winked. They leaned towards each other and sang in harmony.

What's it gonna take for you

To gimme my good night kiss?

Dean scoffed, walking out of the room, rolling his eyes.

Unfortunately, Gabe and Sam followed him.

Oh, whoa, Gabe sang, my heart is moving fast but my hands are moving slow.

Oh, whoa, Sam responded, feels so right, you just can't say no.

Dean started walking faster, eventually running down the hall, but still followed by his singing best friend and brother, who had gotten to the chorus.

Late night, gonna hit the town,

Gonna take you out, gonna make you go whoa,

Midnight Romeo;

Show me yours and I'll show you mine, (Dean winced, turning down his hallway and dashing towards his room.)

Gonna make you swear, gonna feel you head to toe, (nearing his room now, it was so close…)

You know I'm your Midnight Romeo- Dean opened the door, ducking inside and slamming the door shut, locking it. He turned around with a sigh, ready to get into homework (preferably listening to AC/DC or Led Zeppelin, not this erotic pop crap.)

Only problem was, his stuff…wasn't exactly there. Instead was a pile of cardboard boxes, blazers and camera film. On the neatly made bed lay a crumpled uniform, like somebody had just needed to get it off. Across the room next to the window sat a figure bent over a laptop, with messy black hair and in a gray t-shirt.

"Hey Gabe," the gruff voice said, "nice performance."

Dean froze. Oh my god. The hair, and the build, and the camera parts… This was Castiel's room. Castiel Novak. As in Gabe's brother.

Cas appeared to figure out that something was up when he spun around in the chair and saw Dean. His eyes widened. "…Hello."

"…Hi," Dean said. "Hey." He couldn't say anything except for salutations. Cas was wearing a worn gray AC/DC t-shirt, and holey blue jeans. Still breathtaking. "Um. Okay. So our brothers chased me down the hall singing obnoxious songs, and I wanted to know if I could wait it out."

Cas' lips twitched into a small smile. "Under one condition," he said.

Dean raised an eyebrow, raising his hands helplessly. "Yes. Anything."

Cas grinned. "You have to give me an interview."

"What?"

"An interview." Cas rolled his eyes. "I need to get a quote from you for the newspaper."

Dean smirked. "A writer, huh?" Hobbies. Yes. Good. Safe topic.

Cas shrugged. "No, more of a photographer. I just need to get a quote from you."

Dean nodded. "I can do that…can we do it later, though? I need time to think up something…relatively smart." I can't be coherent when I'm looking at you in that baggy t-shirt, Jesus H. Christ, what was he gonna do?

Cas shrugged. "Sounds good." He turned in his chair, back towards the laptop. "You're free to watch TV, if you'd like."

Dean smiled, relieved. "Thanks, Cas." He saw the back of the head nod, and he lay on Cas' bed, picking up the remote and turning the TV on. Currently, it was paused on an episode of Days of Our Lives. Snorting, Dean changed channels until he found Dr. Sexy M.D., laying back and watching it. Cas glanced over about ten minutes later and saw Dean animatedly watching the TV, laughing at the sexual entendres and gasping when Dr. Piccolo confessed that she had had sex with Dr. Sexy in the operating room.

Then Cas glanced down at the keyboard, blushing slightly. He was not going to do this. Not again.