Chapter 3-

Lawrence, Kansas was buzzing in the late afternoon sun, the people talking excitedly amongst themselves about the new arrival to their small town. Dean was sitting in the town's only, albeit best, bakery, Just Desserts, eating a hot apple pie languidly and staring out the window.

He was taking a break from the shop, per Bobby's insistence, while Lisa Braeden was trying to get her car oil changed for the third time this week. Apparently she didn't get the memo that Dean was as gay as a leprechaun dancing on top of a unicorn farting fucking rainbows, but that's her problem. She was nice enough, but like most girls Dean's ever encountered, she's pushy and slightly underhanded.

After weeks of trying to get her off his case, he'd given up hope. Not even gay incest could stop her (yes, he'd even tried telling her he was dating his brother at one point). Unfortunately, it was a small town, full of mostly kind and understanding people, so everyone she had asked to confirm had told her that they were just brothers, and that she should leave them alone. Bobby had had to dismiss her from the shop when she wouldn't give up after three weeks; he was about to ban her from the property and see about getting Dean a restraining order against her.

One would think after his panic attack the one time she wrapped her claws around his bicep, she'd get the hint, but she'd merely restrained herself from touching him. He'd had to take five showers that day, with the help of his brother, and he wouldn't leave the house for a week, or talk to anyone besides Sam for a few days after he finally left the house.

Lisa was running him ragged, and he couldn't keep up.

Fingers appeared in his vision suddenly, snapping and clapping to bring him back down from his solemn reverie.

Looking up, Dean saw a pair of honey-colored eyes a little too close for comfort.

"Hey Gabe, what's up?"

"Dean-o!" Gabriel, the town's baker and one of Sam and Dean's best friends replied, winking saucily and leaning closer with his chin in the palm of his hand, "How's the pie today? Up to standard?"

"Heavenly," Dean joked with a smirk and his own wink.

Gabriel laughed and sat down in the seat across from Dean at the small table. Dean thought Gabriel was definitely one of the more attractive males in town, with his shoulder-length golden hair, matching honey eyes, and mischievous smirk. He was also damn luck with how fit he was able to stay, all delicious muscle and whatnot, while he ate like Augustus Gloop in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. His insatiable sweet tooth was probably the reason he was so damn good at making pastries.

After a moment of silence, Dean realized Gabriel was looking at him expectantly, meaning he had probably asked him a question.

"What?" He asked smartly.

Gabriel rolled his eyes good-naturedly, then looked at him with concern before asking, "What's up with you? You're more of a space cadet than usual?"

"Lisa," Dean grumbled sourly.

Making a silent 'oh' with his mouth, Gabriel nodded his head in understanding. "Anything I can do to help? Should I make out with you in front of her so she gets the picture in that pea brain of hers?"

Dean huffed a disheartened laugh, "No, man. Thanks, but she didn't even bat an eye when I tried to make her think me 'n Sammy were going at it like rabbits."

"Well that's cause everyone already knows you two are conjoined at the hip. Speaking of, where is Samsquatch on this fine Saturday afternoon?"

"Taking Jess to the lake, they'll be gone till, like, eight or something."

"Well, I'd offer some company, but my baby brother will need my help when he gets in tonight."

"What?" Dean asked, furrowing his brows in confusion, "You have a brother?"

"Three brothers actually, and a sister, but only Cassie counts. C'mon Dean-o, you mean to tell me you haven't heard the talk of the town?" Gabriel raised a hand to his heart, looking mock-offended.

"Sorry, I've been a little…preoccupied with my thoughts."

"Ah, right. Busy devising the perfect plan to escape the she-devil's nefarious clutches."

The green-eyed man laughed softly at that, which made Gabriel grin widely, considering getting even that much out of the beautiful man in front of him was no easy feat nowadays. Dean smiled gently at his friend, grateful for his distracting antics that never failed to brighten up his mood.

"She's not that ba—hey, I never said she wasn't bad, just not that bad." Dean finished, chuckling softly.

"Yeah, tell that to the people who have to aid you in the great escape every time she lands her beady vulture eyes on you. And you know she really does have beady eyes!"

"Alright, alright. Down boy," the taller man smiled, "Anyway, back to your brother? When were you going to tell me?"

"We've been planning this in secret for years, so it's been pretty hush hush; had to get everything perfect in order for it to work. He's finally getting out of the cage, dude!" The honey-blonde smiled proudly, obviously excited for his brother and eager to show him off.

"What's he like? You said you came from New York, is he driving all the way here too?"

"Yeah. Cassie's flying the coop. See, we've got these tycoon-type parents. Rich, snobby, the works. They raised us to be soldiers, do whatever they wanted. I was never like that of course, but after I left—on my own, thank you—they told the family they kicked me out and erased my records. Really, though, I erased my own records and created my new identity at the awesome age of fourteen; that's how I was able to help Cassie change all his shit, too."

Gabriel paused for a moment to take a breath,before continuing, "Anyway, we planned this all out perfectly so they wouldn't know where he went or how to track him. They don't know my new name, since I changed it under their radar, so they won't know where to look for his. We had to get him out, man, they were gonna make him the pope and al—"

"Waitwaitwait-a-minute! What?! The pope?! Who the hell are you?!"

"They're super rich and religious and influential and shit. Yes the pope, now let me get on with my damn sob story!"

Dean closed his gaping mouth and waited patiently for Gabe to continue.

"Anyway, he really wanted to be a writer, so he sent me some of his work and it was amazing, and I mean amazing, and I hate reading! So yeah, we got him published, and now he's got his own money to live off of—that really helped get him out of that den of evil without a trace—and now he's coming here!"

Gabriel's eyes were shining with excitement and bubbling with overflowing pride. He was probably almost as fond of his brother as Dean was of his.

"That's good for you both, you'll have someone else to bother on a daily basis," Dean laughed as Gabriel reached across the table to pretend to slap him (he was always cautious and respectful of Dean) while pouting like a petulant child. Pointing out a finger, Dean added, "You've been spending too much time with Sammy, you've almost perfected the bitch face."

Gabriel just crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue playfully.

"So…what's he like? You never answered my question."

Getting a dangerous gleam in his eyes, Gabe smirked and pulled a lolly pop out of his apron pocket, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth before speaking, "Oh, Dean-o! You'll love him! He's got super dark brown hair, pale skin, huge, bright blue eyes and dark lashes. I bet he's got plenty of muscles by now, though I haven't actually seen him since he was ten—he's twenty-three, by the way. I'll bet my house he's a gorgeous piece of ass now."

Crinkling his face in disgust, Dean replied, "That was sooo weird, Gabe! I don't really think you're supposed to say that about your brother. And I was asking about his personality, not appearance."

"Hey, I'm just being honest! He always had the prettiest eyes, and I always wondered what he'd look like growing up," Gabriel said with a faraway look in his eyes. Shrugging, he continued, "Don't mean I'm all hot under the collar for him; just like you and your brother constantly touching doesn't mean you like like each other!" He winked scandalously at his attractive green-eyed friend.

Dean rolled his eyes fondly before he felt his cell phone buzz in his jacket pocket. Plucking it out, he checked the screen before answering, "Hey, Bobby! Is it safe?"

"Yep. The she-witch is finally gone. You sure ya don't want me to get ya a restraining order? I've about had it. Jody could fix one up real quick, boy."

"Yeah, I'll manage. Thanks Bobby. I'll head back up there now, better do it sooner before she figures out where I am."

"Alright, well, I've officially banned her from the property, so she shouldn't bother you here. I told her if she needs another damn oil change, she can head to my old friend Rufus in the next town over."

Dean chuckled a bit before saying goodbye and hanging up. When he looked up, he saw that Gabriel had gotten back to work behind the counter, attending to the small line that had congregated confusedly in his absence. Forking the last of his cooled-down pie in this mouth and licking the fork clean, Dean hopped up from his seat, pushed the chair in, and saluted Gabriel on his way out the door.

The cool autumn air was a bit nippy, so he pulled his leather jacket a little tighter and headed to the Impala. After a ten minute drive he was back in the garage with his head under a busted Ford.