14 Years Later
"DUDE!"
"WHAT!" Dean startled from the sudden shouting in the apartment, one of his roommates demanded his attention. "What the hell do you want, Jet?"
"Not much," Jet grinned widely and mussed up Dean's hair playfully.
Dean glared at the taller male un-amused. He'd known Jet for majority of his life; they'd met when they were like six or seven out in the grungy space between their houses. Jet had grown much taller and wider than he had, despite Dean's impressive stature Jet had managed to out do him. It wasn't so bad though, Jet's strength was something they could both depend on and thanks to him they were both alive now. But even though Jet was his best friend and they'd likely die for one another, Dean still hated the pesky 'little brother treatment' Jet pushed on him once in a while.
"Then why are you shouting at me?" Dean spoke, swatting Jet's hand away from him.
"Wanted to see if you were in the apartment." Jet surrendered his reasoning as he dropped onto the couch next to Dean, legs flying up and landing on the coffee table in front of him, or at least placed his heels on the cleanest space without knocking anything over. Relaxing wasn't as easy as 'just relax', it took skill and incredible knowledge of where everything was resting. Thus were the living conditions of three bachelors living together.
"How's work?" Dean asked casually, figuring he'd start a different conversation.
"Meh… Got laid off." Jet said as normally as he could.
"What! Again? Dude you have to stop punching your boss in the face!" Dean tried not to laugh.
"Whoa, whoa! For one," Jet lifted a finger toward Dean, "I would have been fired if I'd done that. And two," a second finger popped up, "That was my last job."
Dean snickered, "Fired and laid off, isn't that the same thing?"
"Shut up, man." Jet smirked, "Difference here is the company went bankrupt, everyone was 'fired'." He moved his fingers in universal 'quotations' motion. "I'll finally have a good reference."
Dean spoke at the same time as Jet with that last sentence; neither of them stopping to allow the other to speak first. "Well hey, at least you'll be able to collect EI."
Both men paused and looked at the other like his idea was a much better point than the one that they had made themselves. A nod and a look of 'not bad' crossing their features as they both turned and stared at the TV. "Why don't you try the library?" Dean offered after a moment of silence.
Jet shrugged, "I dunno, man. Library? Me? That'd probably be the quietest place I'd ever work."
Dean glanced at him, a grin stretching his lips, "But you'd be working there."
Jet laughed, "Yeah, not so quiet then, huh?" They chuckled together for a moment before quieting down and staring blankly again, it seemed that when they ran out of funny or relevant things to say they just sort of did that. It was nice a lot of the time, less bullshit that way.
"So?" Dean offered again.
"Might as well give it a shot." Jet gave in with a smile, pulling himself up from the couch.
The library wasn't too far off but Dean decided to drive anyway, he hopped into his car and scowled at it, something about it just bugged him. It was in great condition, well taken care of and it was gorgeous. But Dean felt there was a small hole in him missing; he wished he owned a muscle car. Dean slid his hand over the steering wheel; it was worn through with grooves where his hands sat. The interior smelled of him, a light musk, aftershave, and of course deodorant (spray or roll on, whatever he wore that day).
Jet dropped in beside him and slammed his door behind, "Drive man, quit molesting the damn car."
Dean raised an eyebrow and put her in gear, "Whatever you say… You realize who's driving your fired ass there, right?"
"Laid. Off." Jet pointed out distinctly.
They arrived at the library in no time at all, the two men walking into the building while shoving one another into the doorway. Dean glanced up at the counter and his jaw hung open with what he saw. A young man leaned on the front desk; his elbows planted firmly on the hardwood surface, body a smooth curve to long, elegant legs. An ass worth staring at in snugly fitting jeans, Dean swallowed as his eyes lingered on the swell of the other male's rear.
"Dude," Dean was startled when his friend nudged his shoulder.
"Yeah?" Dean looked up quickly.
Jet smirked, "Should we wait 'til she's done with him?"
Dean looked back at the scenario in front of him, rather than just at the young man perched against the counter. The librarian was busily searching through their database for some kind of book, Dean wasn't sure which one of course but he imagined it was something like Harry Potter. "Yeah, better do that."
"Thanks a lot," The brown haired male smiled and walked off into the mess of bookshelves, glancing over his shoulder briefly at Dean and Jet as he passed.
Dean took that moment to admire the youthful features, those gorgeous hazel eyes as they flicked up and down over Dean. "You go do your thing," Dean muttered to Jet as he wandered off after hazel-eyes.
He found the young man scanning the bookcases until his eyes shifted all the way up to the very top of it. "Crap…" he muttered tiredly. He was tall but he wasn't tall enough to reach it.
"Need a lift?" Dean smiled, walking up beside him.
Hazel-eyes looked at him, dragging his gaze over him briefly and laughed a little. "Uh," he chuckled again, "I doubt you could."
Dean snorted, "You insult me." He took a firm hold of hazel-eyes hips, finding he thoroughly enjoyed the firm feeling of them; the crease that led inevitably to something Dean wanted a taste of. He hoisted hazel-eyes up, hearing a definite 'ooph' from above.
"Th-Thank you." Hazel-eyes stammered as he was lowered back to the floor, a deep seeded blush in his cheeks. He looked at Dean a little differently, an interest lingering where it hadn't before.
"Dean," Dean smirked a little wider, "Name's Dean."
"Sam," Hazel-eyes said coyly, "Nice to meet you Dean." They shook hands, Dean finding that Sam's grip was much stronger than expected. "So uh, you don't seem like the library type."
"I'm not," Dean nodded backward, "My friend there needs a job, I'm moral support."
Sam raised an eyebrow, glancing back toward the counter, "Your friend, huh?" he smiled and looked back to Dean, biting his bottom lip for a moment and taking in the sight. Dean's shoulders were broad, his jaw firm and those eyes… Sam looked away in an attempt to hide the blush.
"Your cheeks are red," Dean pointed out playfully, "Are you embarrassed?"
"No, not at all." Sam straightened up and pretended like the heat wasn't burning his face alive.
"So uh," Dean looked down at the book Sam was holding, "Whatcha reading?"
Sam lifted the 4inch thick book, "Something for school," he waved it a little before lowering it.
"Ah, hate it when they assign reading like that." Dean's mind skittered through options of what Sam meant by 'school'.
"I don't mind, I've read it before." Sam shrugged,
"Really? Why?" Dean blurted before thinking, realizing by the look he received that Sam was the studious type.
"I like to read," Sam managed to say non-condescendingly.
Dean smiled, watching the strength in Sam's jaw as he spoke, the sparkle in those eyes. He reached over and stroked Sam's cheek, "You are… Very attractive."
Sam's face flushed even brighter, "What are you…" he shook his head, "What are you talking about?"
"What are you doing this evening?" Dean's charm was turned up to eleven though clearly that wasn't necessary with Sam. The blush in his cheeks was intense; Dean swore he could feel it from a few feet away.
"Not much, I uh…" Sam reached back and tucked his hair behind his ears quickly, revealing that they were just as pink as the rest of his face, "I'm caught up with studies so-"
"So how about dinner?" Dean smiled.
"Sure," Sam didn't hesitate, "When and where?"
"How about six at Charlie's?"
"Works with me," Sam pointedly checked Dean out up and down before walking past him, "I'll see you then."
"Sounds good." Dean returned the eye-sexing, watching Sam's careful stroll out of the library.
"Dude," Jet pat him on the shoulder with a smirk, "I totally got the job."
"No way, how?" Dean laughed.
"Easy, she takes me to her office and all I do is say one little 'hey' and she's all hot and bothered." Jet grinned wildly.
"So when do you start?"
"Well she said she'd call-"
"So you don't have the job." Dean smacked Jet's arm with another heartfelt laugh.
"Shut up man, it's in the bag." Jet joked. "So on the other hand, who was that?"
"Sam," Dean smirked, "Got a date with him tonight."
"You gonna hit that?" Jet glanced at the library entrance briefly.
"Sure as hell gonna try."
Long strides up the front steps and into the house, Sam was in a good mood. He couldn't believe the luck he'd just had at the library, a beautifully tanned and toned man picks him up by the hips in a library! That never happens and especially not to Sam. He hopped up to his bedroom and opened his closet, pondering the right kind of outfit for this. 'What are you, a woman? Just wear whatever. Charlie's is a burger joint.' He scolded himself mentally.
"Why're you in such a good mood?" The low vibrating hum of his brother's voice rolled into the room, apparently Cas had decided to wait until he was right next to Sam to speak because he swore he could feel the baritone.
"I've got a date tonight," Sam smiled at his shorter sibling, he spotted the stubble on Castiel's face and stopped himself from making any kind of expression that Cas might read into.
"No way?" Cas said a little lazily, looking down at Sam's legs then up to his face again, "You? You actually bothered to take the time to go out and meet someone?"
"He met me, actually. At the library." Sam grabbed a nice shirt, not too nice but decent, holding it up to his chest to check it out.
"Oh, so nerd-alert then." Cas sounded disappointed as he dropped onto Sam's bed, musing at how their beds were the same size though Sam was much larger already.
"No, actually. He's… He's really…" Sam didn't know how to describe Dean, or he did but couldn't bring himself to say it out loud.
"He's really…?" Cas dragged out the words in hopes it'd coax Sam into saying it.
"Hot, he's really attractive and seems interested in me." Sam breathed.
"Ah ha! So you're going out with some sexy man tonight, that's some good news." Cas hopped up again, a cool smile on his lips, "I promise not to tell dad."
"Please, he'd kill me." Sam laughed a little, "Though in turn I could just tell dad about you and we'd be in the same boat."
"Yeah, dead." Cas laughed, walking out. "I'll leave you to it then."
Sam smiled appreciatively, going back to his wardrobe.
Around five thirty Sam trotted down the stairs and over to his parents in the kitchen. John hardly glanced up though Mary gave him her full attention. "Mom, dad," Sam started, "I've got a date tonight so I won't be here for supper."
"Ahhh, finally." John grinned, "Better wow this one, Sammy."
Sam furrowed his brow but nodded, "Anyway can I use the car?"
"Why?" John looked up again, skeptical.
"Well uh… My date's a bit older than me and I want to look a little more prepared." Sam explained.
"Older?" Mary questioned, a little surprised, "Where'd you meet her?"
"The library, actually." Sam smiled. "So can I take the car?"
"Nope," Cas' called as he hurried down the stairs as well, an oh-too-familiar grin plastered on that chipmunk-cheeked face of his. "Because I already called dibs."
"What!" Sam burst out, "But-"
"But nothing, Sam, I asked first." Cas grabbed the keys from where John usually hung them.
Sam looked at his parents for confirmation, getting a slight nod from John. "Seriously?"
"Cas has school business he has to take care of, his needs take priority over your date." John explained.
"School business my ass," Sam muttered, glancing over at Cas as his older(by two months) brother waved before trotting out the door.
"Good luck, Sam!" Cas called.
Sam rolled his eyes and strapped on his sneakers, he was going for a run. "I'll be back later,"
"Keep your phone on, dear." Mary piped in. "Don't stay out too late."
"Promise." Sam kissed her on the cheek and hurried out the door. He was half way down the block when Cas drove by in John's Impala, waving out the window at him. "Seriously! You had to drive around the block to rub it in!"
Cas grinned again and revved away, a distant honking saying goodbye to Sam one more time.
