Gabriel grinned. He had said hello to almost all of the first-class passengers, and he finally had a moment alone, so he decided to spend it looking at the water. The ship was almost ready to leave, and he was more than excited. Most of his brothers and sisters were there, save for Lucifer and Michael, who wanted to stay back with their families instead of join the small vacation. It was probably for the best they weren't confined to a hunk of metal in the middle of the Pacific; the two eldest brothers had the tendency to fight.

Sighing, Gabe turned towards the deck, letting his eyes roam over the chattering crowd and winking at a few good looking women. Though none approached, he could practically smell the lustful waves roll off of the ladies. It was not all caused by him. The amount of handsome men aboard was overwhelming, even for Gabe.

No he wasn't gay, and no he wasn't straight. He prefered to not say what he was. He just liked people, regardless of gender. It didn't matter to him what people thought either, as long as the men and women he brought to bed were satisfied.

He knew his father didn't approve of his sexual habits, but at the same time, what could he do about it? Gabe was making enough money to appease his old man and the rest of his family. What he did on his own time was his business, regardless of who was involved.

Suddenly, Gabriel's gaze was drawn to a shabbily dressed man of about 20 some, looking lost as he maneuvered himself through the densely populated deck. The man stuck out like a sore thumb in the midst of gowns and suits, yet he was attractive. Broad forehead, strong chin, and long, wild hair. Why was he up here?

Gabe smirked and made his way across the boat, plucking two champagne glasses off of a tray. The closer he got, the taller this man seemed. He finally reached him and leaned up to tap his shoulder gently.

Sam jumped straight into the air. Swiveling around, he found the man he had been gawking at holding out a glass filled with champagne.

The stranger spoke, "Would you like some? It's complementary, I promise."

Sam gulped and opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, so he snapped his lips together, flushing profusely. The stranger laughed and handed it to him anyways, golden eyes flitting between Sam's eyes and mouth, as if he was studying him. Sam took the glass with shaking hands, causing the liquid inside to tremble. This man was even more stunning up close, though he was shorter than Sam had originally thought. Now he could see his gaze, his manicured hands, the slightly shorter pieces of hair threatening to fall out from behind his ears. Everything. Sam looked down at himself, doing a onceover to make sure every item was in place.

"Woah, kiddo calm down. I'm not gonna bite," The man's eyes trailed lower than before. "Hard."

Sam blushed again. "Thats, no sir, I mean, I didn't-"

"Gabriel. They call me Gabriel. No need for formalities," Gabe's lips pulled up into a small smile. "Now drink up. It's the ship's first time sailing!"

Sam's face lit up after hearing that. "We are on her maiden voyage?!"

"Absolutely. Construction just finished the 31st of March." Gabriel took a sip of his drink as he raised his eyebrows.

"Wait, how do you know that?" Sam glanced at his own drink before looking back at Gabe. "I mean, only the Captain, workers, owners, and investors would kn-oh." He nodded once before looking down at Gabriel. "You're an investor."

The shorter man frowned, "How do you figure that?"

Sam shrugged. "You're not the captain, he'd be busy at the helm right now, and you're dressed too fine to be any sort of construction worker or crew member. So, investor or owner. 50/50 shot."

"Technically I-"

"You are an owner, yes, be not of the definitive type. There has to be someone who had the idea in the first place, and oversaw the whole production." Sam clapped a hand over his mouth, shocked that he just interrupted this beautiful man.

Gabriel looked impressed. "Well, now you've piqued my interest even more. Smart looks, smart brain; basically the whole package."

Sam relaxed as he smiled sheepishly and chuckled, "Thank you sir. I mean, Mr. Gabriel!"

"Again with the proper name-calling! Jesus Christ!" Gabe rolled his eyes. "How about just, stick with Gabe. Okay? Easy to remember."

"So, Gabe, does that mean I'll be seeing you often?"

Gabriel winked, "Is the Earth round?"

"Sammy!"

Sam spun around to look for Dean. Something must be up.

"Woah, woah, woah! Where's the fire, kiddo?" Gabe sipped some more champagne.

"My brother, I, I just heard him. I gotta go!" Sam turned and started winding his way around the crowd, freezing when a hand gripped his forearm. He looked and saw Gabriel, a saddened gaze upon his face; Sam had never seen anything like it.

"Your name," Gabe spoke softly. "What is your name?"

Sam hesitated. Nothing good would come of this. Gabriel was a wealthy, first-class citizen, and he was just a kid from the streets, barely a dollar to his name. Gabe was still looking at him with those amber irises, eyebrows raised in expectation.

"Sam. When can I see you again?" Sam was now facing him fully, yet Gabriel's fingers were still clutching his arm tightly.

Gabriel breathed a sigh of relief, "Tonight, at the railing on the stern."

Gabe began to leave, but Sam called out to him, "Hey! What time?!"

Smirking, Gabriel winked and disappeared into the throng.

Sam sighed, staring at the vacant spot where his mysterious man had just been standing. What was he doing?! If Dean found out...well it wouldn't be pretty. Not like Gabe's hair, or his smile, or his smooth hands. Or his-

"Sammy? Whattare you doin' up 'ere?"

Sam lurched forward, heart racing. "Jesus Dean you scared the crap out of me!"

Dean scoffed, "Me? Scare you? I've been lookin' all ova for ya! You ain't easy ta find, 'specially with these fancy folk up 'ere. You look like a propa gentleman."

"Sorry, I just got caught up," Sam scanned the area, looking for Gabe. He had vanished.

"Yeah I know, you were lookin' for the 'andsome feller"

"No!"

"Don't worry 'bout it. I think you should be happy. Go show 'im what you can do!" Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder and smiled. Gulping, Sam nodded. He would eventually. He'd prove to Gabriel that he was competent enough to socialize with him.

In the distance, Gabe watched Sam speak with a shorter, more stout man. He hoped he wouldn't be competing for Sam's attention. Sure Gabriel was an attractive guy, but this man was a model. Angular cheekbones, straight jaw, bowed lips; there was nothing out of place. Of course, Gabe prefered Sam, but this other man was awfully close to him. Strangely close. Narrowing his eyes, he swung around, only to bump into someone.

"Gabriel?!"

Gabe looked up and saw his little brother, Castiel, flustered and unkempt. "Cassie? You okay?"

Castiel sighed and frowned, "Anna is mad at me."

"Again?"

"Not funny. Gabriel, she thinks I do not want to marry her! I mean, I do, but she is sometimes so irritating!"

Gabe smiled, "That's because she is a bitch."

"Again, this is not amusing," Castiel passed a hand over his face.

Gabriel sobered and gave his brother a knowing look, "If you could tell dad you didn't want to marry her, would you? Because if the answer is yes, you might want to reconsider-"

"Reconsider?!" Castiel almost growled, "How the hell am I supposed to reconsider who I marry, when I can't even choose my own toilet paper to wipe my ass?!"

"Cas-"

"No...forget it. I need to go." Castiel began walking away, only to be pulled back by Gabe.

"Castiel Novak you listen to me," Gabriels tone grew dark, "Dad doesn't control everything. Look at me. I do whatever I damn well please and he has yet to cast me out. You wanna know why that is? He needs us. We bring him the money, and he brings us a shitload of complaints. Lucifer knows it, Michael doesn't see it, and you just stay silent. You don't have the luxury of keeping your trap shut anymore. You are the only one he has left at the house: use that to your advantage."

Castiel gulped as Gabe loosened his hold. Gabriel hadn't meant to scare him, but he also knew that his words had hit home. Cassie could do it, and do it well. Stick one to the old man.

"Thank you, Gabriel. I will think about it."

Gabe smiled, "Good. I'll see you at dinner then?"

Castiel nodded and the corners of his mouth pulled up slightly. "See you then."

Until dinner, Cas decided he would walk around, look at the ocean. He found that the best way to do this was to climb over the railing and sit in-between the bars. He figured that no one would notice a spry man on the wrong side of the boat. But, I suppose, he didn't know Dean Winchester.