Castiel and Gabriel drove up to the church and parked in a lot across the street. Getting out of the car Castiel was already pissing and moaning about something. "You see? This is why we need a different section for clothing and make up." After a couple rounds with Gabriel, Castiel found his street clothing, more importantly white button up shirt, with a hole burned completely through the fabric from Charlie's flat iron.
"Ah, shut up Cassie. You look fine."
"No, I look like a priest." He said shutting Gabe's car door hard as he motioned to his black clothing and beginning to walk across the street. "Plus this is Lucifer's. It's too big on me." Castiel said pulling up the pants and tightening the belt around his waist.
"Hey you could have taken the cowboy get up but NO." Gabriel said sarcastically.
"They had no ass to them."
"I don't see the problem here."
Castiel turned around to Gabe when he got to the other side of the road. "I look like a Father. I look like I should be telling people to do Hell Mary's not doing them myself."
Gabriel walked over in silence, "What do you want me to say? I feel like I should burn for even stepping near this place." Gabe looked up to the large steeple.
"Tell me the truth Gabe, how oversized is this outfit on me?" Castiel said opening his arms wide and doing a small turn around.
"Honestly," Gabe said looking him up and down. "It looks a little tight around the crotch, but long in the legs, but hell let's face it yours his bigger than Luci's anyway."
A small smile crawled over Castiel's face. "Shut up." He punched Gabe's shoulder lightly and pulled him along. Inside the church Castiel pointed to the back pew for Gabriel and continued walking up towards the front to the priest near the alter. "Excuse me Father Murphy?"
The man turned around and gave Castiel a surprised look. "Yes?"
"Father Novak is working the confessionals tonight correct?"
"Yes he is." The priest gave him a strange look, obviously not knowing who he actually was. "Father Novak will be back in a few minutes. You can sit and wait for him."
"Thank you." He nodded and went to sit on the first pew. Father Murphy headed to a room in the back of the church possibly to seek out the other priest.
While Castiel sat in the church another man walked in to the church a bit loudly but Castiel kept his gaze forward and looked at the small alter.
As Dean looked around the church the first person he came to was playing a game on his phone silently. "Excuse me," Dean tapped Gabriel on the shoulder. "Do you know where I could find Father Novak?"
Gabriel looked up from his phone a bit annoyed until his eyes caught sight of the incredibly handsome man. "Um," He tried to play it off cool and looked over to Castiel sitting in the front. He was bored and surely this would give him something fun to watch instead of an old app of Angry Birds that he already beat. "I believe that's him up in the front row." Gabe pointed to his friend.
"Thanks." Dean gave him a small wave and took long strides to get to the man quickly so he could go home and sleep and forget about this day already. "Excuse me, Father?" Castiel didn't move, why would he? He wasn't even an actual priest. "Father Novak." Dean sat down on the pew next to him and took a ragged breath when he laid eyes on the handsome man. From what his brother told him, he had dark hair but he never said 'you may want to fuck him'. Usually Dean never had a problem around men like he did women, it was simply easier to force down his attraction. But at this moment he was just praying not to pop a boner in front of the priest.
Castiel turned his gaze to the man that gasped next to him and did the same when their eyes locked. He was gorgeous, not the 'aw your baby is so gorgeous!' gorgeous, the actual 'fuck me right this instant' gorgeous. Castiel's mouth hung a jar as he tried to scan his face for every detail taking it all in from is light brown freckles to his amazingly green eyes.
They stayed that way for what seemed like minutes just staring mutually at each other, until Castiel finally blinked and broke the trance. "Yes?" Shit. He couldn't believe he was impostering his brother just to talk to this man.
"My brother told me that I should see you. He told me that you listen and don't judge people for what they are or do only give advice. Is that true?" Castiel nodded. "In that case I have to talk to you about me and my girlfriend Jo." Damn it, he's straight! Castiel nodded again and looked over Dean's shoulder to Gabriel who was laughing silently with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.
Castiel threw a death glare that made Gabriel squeak and hide under the pews out of sight. Castiel turned back to Dean and forced a small smile. "Me and her don't really see eye to eye on much of anything lately. We always seem to wind up in an argument somehow. But I know deep down we love each other, but I feel like something is just wrong between us at the moment. She's becoming very cruel and lately she's been digging it in harder."
Castiel had no idea what to say, he sucked at relationships royally, so he didn't have the most successful streak of happy relationships. How did his brother do this? "Well with your long history together, 5 years, I assume there's something about her that is redeeming correct?" Dean gave a silent nod. "I think you need to find it, maybe instead of fighting you both should consider couples counseling. Our church has some programs if you would be interested."
"No, no counseling." Dean looked away, "In all honestly, I don't want to be with her anymore. She's poisoned the relationship too much. Jesus." Dean gasped out and looked anywhere but Castiel with watery eyes.
"Don't blaspheme." Castiel said on reflex. He knew his brother hated when he cursed in front of him.
"Sorry, I just can't believe I'm having a chick flick moment."
Castiel's head tilted slightly at the terminology. "Chick flick moment?"
"Yeah," Dean finally looked to Castiel, "Sharing and caring feelings crap that girls are suckers for."
"Well let's get away from the feelings for a moment. What is your name?"
"Dean."
"Dean, I'm Castiel Novak. It's a pleasure to meet you." Castiel said holding out his hand. Dean shook the offered hand firmly and gave a small smile. "You don't have to call me Father, just call me Castiel." Why was he flirting with a straight man, in a church, in a priest's outfit, impersonating his brother?!
"Cass-ee-el?"
"No, no. Cass-T-el." He corrected.
"Okay, I will never say that correctly. I know I may be pressing my luck but how about Cas?"
Castiel was thrown back at the new nick name, even though he was 32 years old that was a new one. "Cas. Cas? CAS." He said trying it out over his tongue. He gave a silent 'eh, I could dig it' nod and smiled to Dean. "Sounds wonderful. So tell me something about yourself, just something small, and nothing too personal we can work up to that eventually."
Dean thought it over for a moment or two look at the stone floor, "Well, I like pie."
Castiel gave a small chuckle at the simplicity of the information, "I like pie too. Any particular flavor wins over others?"
"Apple. A classic and the main staple for my college diet."
"Wow you're lucky; all I got in college was salty ramen and a theology degree." They laughed together. And somehow Cas didn't feel as bad about the lying because technically he hadn't been lying to Dean, he did get a degree in theology (even though it was his minor), he was a Novak, and if he swung for the other team he more than like would have been a Father of some sort.
"Yeah, I got my degree in engineering. Although I was slightly miss lead by the degree's title, so instead of working on cars, like I wanted to, I am I residential contractor."
"Really?
"Yeah, you know those Meadow View homes over on the North West side of Seattle?"
"Yes." Castiel lived in that very same neighborhood.
"I actually designed those homes, and built part of the kitchen for two of the houses." Dean smiled at his accomplishment.
"Amazing!" Holy crap Dean could have built his kitchen, his hands touching the white granite counter tops and mahogany cabinets. "Which one did you actually help build?" The questions just slipped right out
Dean looked away as he racked his brain's memories for the answer. "I built the kitchen for the model home, of course. And I believe it was the last house of the subdivision to be finished that I worked on. It was a house near the backside of the subdivision. Do you wanna know a funny story?" Dean smiled at Castiel who at this point was all ears grinning at him. "On that last house we had a new employee come in, this kid was such a clutz. One day as we were finishing up the master bedroom this kid brought up a gallon of dark brown paint to the room so they could do the trimming. And this idiot dropped the can and the whole bucket just emptied in two seconds flat. Brown paint EVERYWHERE! We were mopping for two days trying to get enough of it up so the smell was gone and we could put down the carpet. I wanted to ring the kid's neck."
Castiel couldn't stop smiling. Dean was so enthusiastic about his work. Even though it wasn't exactly what he wanted to do in life, he was happy with it. "It's nice to find peace in your work isn't it?"
"It is." Dean smiled. The two just smiled at each other for a long moment before eventually they were jerked out of that little world by Father Murphy returning into the main church. Dean took another jagged breath and gave Cas a quick smile before standing up. "I'm not sure if it helped talking to you, but it was nice never the less. Can I come by another time?"
Castiel pulled his phone out and looked at it quickly, it was Monday 2:23am. "Sure, I don't usually work nights, but I'll be here Wednesday and Thursday nights if you want to come back and talk."
Dean's face almost lit up, "I would love to. I'll see you on Wednesday then." Dean said quickly nodding and walking quickly out of the church.
Castiel stood up straight as the man walked out, and as soon as the doors closed he slumped immediately. "What was that?" Father Murphy said coming down the few steps from the alter.
"That is my ticket to Hell." He said smiling at the Father and patting his shoulder. Spotting his brother come through the small side door of the church, "About time, Michael. Let's get to confessing."
