After four days of living in a hotel, Dean got a phone call answering the ad the bureau put up. Now, he stood on the doorstep of an adequate sized house, briefcase and suitcase in hand.

After a moment, the wooden door opened to reveal a short man with golden blonde hair and green eyes. "Sorry, no solicitors. Did you not see the sign, you moron?"

Dean narrowed his eyes at the man. "I'm here for Castiel Novak. I'm his new tenant."

"Oh. Sorry." The man smiled foolishly. "My bad. "Cassie!"

Dean heard light footsteps scurrying down the stairs and then a disheveled man appeared and walked over to the stairs. He opened the door and gestured for Dean to enter.

"I apologize for anything Gabriel may have said or done while I was upstairs. Sadly, if you're staying here, you'll see a lot of him. By the way, I'm Castiel." He shut and locked the door behind Dean. "May I take your luggage?"

"I'm fine, thanks." Dean replied. "So which room do I get?"

"I'll give you the tour." Castiel led Dean into another room. "This is the kitchen and right through there is the pantry. That's where we keep all the dry and canned foods."

"Gathered as much." Dean chuckled.

"And this is the living room. I've never seen any of them, but there's a case of DVD's over there. Feel free to borrow them." Castiel continued. "And that door leads to the bathroom. The washer machine and dryer are in there. If you're looking for a shower, we have two more bathrooms upstairs. There's the one in the master bedroom – my room – and another across the hall from the guest room where you'll be staying."

"So if I'm in the guest room, where do the actual guests stay?" Dean asked.

"I don't have any guests." Castiel stated.

"Oh" Dean shrugged, following Cas up the stairs.

"And that room at the end of the hall will be your room. The door across from it leads to the bathroom. The room next to yours is where Gabriel sleeps when he stays over. Those double doors belong to my room, which without permission is off limits. That small room right next to my bedroom is my office, also off limits." Cas finished.

"Got it." Dean smiled. "Any rules in particular?"

"Just two main ones, really. Just try and not be too noisy since I try to get to bed early and no bringing home any girls and having sexual relations with them." Castiel replied.

"I can do those. I'm in town on business only. I'll probably be in my room most of the time." Dean held up the briefcase. "Much as I like the job, I can't wait to retire."

"I can't say I know the feeling." Castiel said. "Dinner's at seven. Feel free to join us. My brother is an excellent chef. He's attending culinary classes at the local college right now."

"Awesome." Dean nodded.

"I'll leave you to it then. If you have any questions, I'll be in my office." Cas stated.

"So..." Gabriel sang, leaning smugly against the wall of Castiel's office.

"So what?" Cas asked.

"Is he hot or what?" Gabriel giggled.

"Don't be so immature, Gabriel." Cas snapped.

"You can't tell me you don't think he is a hot potato." Gabriel teased.

"No, Gabriel. I do not think that Dean is a hot potato. Isn't that a game?" Castiel replied.

"I meant don't you think that he's sexy?" Gabriel laughed.

"He's just my tenant. I barely know him. I do not find that our new acquaintanceship is enough grounds to think of him like that." Castiel explained.

"Quit beating around the bush, Cassie." Gabriel smirked. "You either think he's hot or you don't."

"If you want my honest opinion, then yes, he is attractive, but many men are attractive. That's all the input I'm going to give you. Now leave. I have work to do." Cas ordered.

"Jeez. Fine." Gabriel sighed. "But to be clear, you don't want him right?"

"I do want him. I thought that was obvious. We need the money." Cas furrowed his brow.

"I mean you're not interested in dating him or anything?" Gabriel asked.

"No, I'm not." Castiel sighed.

"So can I?" Gabriel smiled.

"You know what? Knock yourself out." Castiel grumbled. "But don't be surprised when he turns you down for being an annoying pain in the ass."

"Cassie." Gabriel ruffled Cas's hair. "I think being an annoying pain in the ass is a genetic thing. Have you met yourself?"

Cas glared at his brother.

"God, fine. I'm leaving. Don't hurt me." Gabriel put his hands in the air and slowly backed out of the room.

"And shut the door!" Castiel growled.

Dean finished hanging his clothes in the closet and turned to the briefcase sitting on his bed. He unlocked the case with his brother's birthday and opened it up. He picked up the binder labeled with 'Resident Profiles' in bold, black lettering. He shut the case and put in on the floor before opening the binder. He opened the 'N' tab divider and looked through the selection of alphabetized names. Nakashima, Nathaniel, Newhart, Novak, and Nye. He removed the manila folders with 'Novak, Castiel' and 'Novak, Gabriel' printed on the tabs. He set them in front of him on the bed and put the binder on top of the briefcase.

Dean opened up Castiel's file first, which was unsurprisingly clean. He had no criminal record, no suspensions or expulsions in school, great credit score, and was currently employed at Intel. As far as red flags went, all he had was a parking ticket. Dean placed the file back in the binder and picked up Gabriel's. He snorted as he opened it up to see a long list of misdemeanors. There were parking tickets, speeding tickets, vandalism, petty theft (strangely from candy stores) where Gabriel did end up paying for the merchandise in the end. He'd been suspended 12 times from first grade to eighth grade. Out of all the years he'd been to school, he'd been suspended 23 times and in detention 48. He'd been expelled four times in total. Dean sighed as he flipped through the next few pages of Gabriel's record. He'd also had his share of vacations in Juvie, most of them due to beating up other students and a few joy rides in some expensive cars. Longer than all of these lists, was the amount of complaints from others. From neighbors, to coworkers, to employers, to people out in public, to roommates. Dean thought he was done, but lo and behold, there was also a list of people that had restraining orders against Gabriel.

"Jesus." Dean breathed.

"Reading something interesting? You seem quite enthralled." Gabriel mused entering the room.

Dean quickly closed the file and shoved it back in the binder. "Oh it's nothing. Just a work thing."

"Can I see?" Gabriel walked over to Dean.

Dean clenched the folder tight in his hands and made sure to cover up the name on it. "No. It's secret."

"Whatever." Gabriel rolled his eyes, but then spotted the binder and briefcase. "Ooh! What are these?"

"Nothing!" Dean snapped, picking up the binder and sliding Gabriel's file quickly back in it. "You can't see it."

"I promise I won't tell anyone from work." Gabriel smirked.

"No. Leave my stuff alone." Dean ordered swiftly putting the binder in the case and locking it.

"Locked briefcase, too? What are you the CIA?" Gabriel retorted.

Dean laughed. "No. Just that's private documents from where I work. Not open to the public."

"Sure. I bet it's just porn." Gabriel whispered.

"You wish." Dean chuckled. "Was there something you wanted?"

"Oh, yeah! Dinner's ready." Gabriel said. "Cas wanted me to ask you if you wanted to join."

"Oh, sure." Dean grinned. "It's seven already?"

"Like I said, that must've been some fascinating reading material." Gabriel remarked.

"You don't know the half of it." Dean snorted as they entered the kitchen.

"I see you two've gotten comfortable." Cas muttered as he saw Dean and Gabriel laughing.

"He's just like you, Cassie." Gabriel laughed. "Dean-o here has been buried in work since the second he got here apparently."

"I suppose..." Cas sighed.

"So are you pretty dedicated to your job?" Dean asked.

"Yes. Money's tight in today's economy." Castiel answered.

"So where do work?" Dean continued, acting interested, despite the fact he knew all the answers.

"I'm an engineer at Intel. I work a lot with the math and formulas and such." Cas replied, dishing some pasta onto three plates. "How much sauce would you like?"

"Your average amount." Dean smiled. "You must make good money there."

"I do. It's a well paying job." Cas stated. "And what exactly is 'your average amount'? You don't know in a ratio of noodles to sauce or a form of measurement?"

Dean laughed. "No. I don't bring math and science into my spaghetti. Just give me what you like."

"Okay." Cas nodded. "So what do you do for a living?"

"I go from town to town attempting to sell shares of businesses." Dean said.

"So what exactly brought you into that job?" Castiel asked.

"Well, I don't do it just for me. I do it for others." Dean responded.

"How so?"

"Well, even if people aren't interested in getting a stock, they know about it. So, I'm not just advertising for a company, I'm also like a PSA, really. I mean, I teach people about the stock market, which they can use to their knowledge and invest later on, possibly preventing poor money management and in the long run, lowering bankruptcy rates." Dean explained.

Cas hummed in acknowledgement. "At least you're doing it for a good cause."

"Hey! I said no solicitors, buddy!" Gabriel exclaimed playfully.

"I lied." Dean smiled.

"Not many people think about others when they choose their jobs." Castiel continued.

"True. So why'd you decide to work at Intel?" Dean asked.

"I've always had a passion for the maths and sciences." Castiel answered. "Ever since I was a little boy honestly. So why not help advance the technological field?"

"You said you make good money, but you also said money's tight. Correct?"

"Well, yes." Cas replied.

"So what exactly is happening to all the money you make at your job? This house doesn't seem like it would be the kind of house an Intel engineer would live in." Dean mused.

"Boys, do we have to talk business at the dinner table?" Gabriel groaned. "I've known you for four hours and I already know you spend all your time with your nose buried in manila folders. And you, Cas, you never leave that office."

"You do seem to have a point, Gabriel, but in modern day society, business and money is a high priority and should not be underestimated." Castiel stated.

"Neither should a little relaxation and fun." Gabriel retorted.

"I have my 'fun', Gabriel." Cas countered.

"Oh, really? Like what?" Gabriel snorted.

"At night time I read before I go to bed and listen to some classical music." Cas answered.

"Fun." Gabriel spat. "I bet Dean has a better idea of fun."

"Actually, not really." Dean remarked.

"Oh?" Cas and Gabriel said at the same time.

"I don't really have much time I'm not working. Get up early, get home late kind of deal, but I enjoy curling up with a good book and listening to some Chopin. Don't get me wrong, I love my heavy metal, but sometimes it's nice to unwind, you know?" Dean replied.

Cas's lips twitched up in a smile momentarily, but it wasn't visible to anyone, hidden by his fork.

"Ugh." Gabriel moaned. "I'm surrounded by lame-os!"

"That's no way to talk to our houseguest, Gabriel." Castiel snapped.

"I was talking about you, too, moron." Gabriel laughed.

Dean could easily see why Castiel had a spotless record and Gabriel was, well, Gabriel.

After dinner, Dean went upstairs and opened up his laptop. He opened up his log file and added a new entry.

May 23rd 2014 ~ 9:54 PM

- Met homeowner Castiel Novak and brother Gabriel Novak

- Castiel has a clean record and at first glance seems perfectly normal

- Despite his past, Gabriel also seems normal and rather harmless

- Their seemingly minimal income points away from them having any involvement in the case.

- Gabriel does seem slightly suspicious, but is most likely just him prying and being nosey. *Further information to come on this matter

Dean closed the file, turned off his laptop, and placed it on the charger. He pulled his iPad off the counter and plugged in his headphones. He put the music on shuffle and resumed his place in 'Eat Pray Love' as Nocturne Op.9 began playing.

Dean looked up as he heard a soft knocking at the door. He pulled his earbuds out and smiled up at Cas. "Thought you said you went to bed early."

"Couldn't sleep." Cas mumbled. "Noticed your light was on."

"Oh, sorry. Was it bothering you?" Dean asked.

"Not at all. I was just going to get something to drink and saw it." Cas said. "Figured I"d apologize for my brother. He can be a little rude sometimes."

"That's okay." Dean laughed. "You should see me around my family. I'm a million times worse."

"I doubt." Cas retorted. "Gabriel is quite the handful. It's hard to believe I'm the younger brother."

"Really?" Dean scoffed. "I never would've guessed. How old are you, then? If you don't mind me asking."

"35." Cas answered.

"No way!" Dean exclaimed. "I would've said like 28."

"I'm flattered." Cas chuckled.

"How do you think I am?" Dean smirked.

Cas thought for a moment. "32."

"Damn. That's right." Dean laughed.

"My analysis skills are rather high." Cas stated.

"Yeah. No shit." Dean snorted. "Anyways. You look tired. You oughtta get some rest, buddy."

"Yes." Cas sighed. "You're probably correct."

"Sleep tight!" Dean called as Cas shut the door.

"You too, Dean." Cas replied, before closing the door all the way.

A/N: Um, wow. Just the prologue got a fuck ton of favorites and follows. At least for a prologue IMO. Didn't expect that at all. Not at all. (Not sarcasm btw) But yeah, already thanks! Still not sure where I'm going to go with this, but is anyone really 100% sure of what they're going to do with a story from the first chapter? If I do end up doing a sequel for Party Hard, then I'll probably just alternate between these two. And as you can see, so far these chapters are 1/3 to 1/2 the length of my 30DoC and PH chapters. So maybe, I might actually keep my promise of a shorter story this time. Only time will tell.