The rest of the day after that passed without incident. Expect for the fact that he swore if one more person stared at him for carrying around some creepy fake child, he was going to start throwing punches. As if the looks for the kid weren't enough, word that he was in a pretend relationship with a guy had spread like wild fire through the halls and he was sure it had gone from, "The new kid has to take care of a fake baby with Castiel." To "The new kids a fag and has already infected someone."

Just great. First day and he was getting avoided to the point where people had begun physically parting the crowd, which if he was honest wasn't too bad. It was the whispers that pissed him off. Go to school, Sam had said. It'll be fun, he said. Well that turned out to be one of the stupidest things he had agreed too and as much as he would like to say it was the last thing he said yes to for Sam, his brothers puppy eyes said different.

When he heard the passenger's door slam, he was knocked out of his thoughts, only to give Sam a glare.

"Dude, how many times do I have to tell you? Don't slam the door."

His brother just grinned at him as he pulled out of the school parking lot and drove home to the sound of an excitable Sam animatedly talking about his first day of school. He found his annoyance mellow as they made their way home. Dean wasn't sure if it was listening to his brother sound so cheerful, or just the purr of his engine and the feel of the leather on the wheel that calmed him.

Dean pulled the impala into the drive of their home. Sure it didn't have a white picket fence and the grass looked like it hadn't been mowed for quite some time. Yeah and okay there was paint peeling off the walls, but he just hadn't got round to redoing it. This house was one of the few things their dad had done right. It had been the summer, two years just gone, when they had pulled up at what, after eleven years of Dean's life living in motels and the impala, had been there first permanent home since the fire. Though it just seemed like a new house, it was more than that. It was a promise, one between a dad and his sons that life would be different now. Of course that idea had quickly faded and yes, life was different for the two Winchesters now, but definitely not in the way they had once hoped.

Turning of the engine and patting the hood of his car, Dean made quick work of dumping his bag just inside the door and fishing the fake baby from it. Sighing as it gurgled; he smoothly made his way up to Sam's room and barged in without knocking. After all it wasn't like Sam ever knocked on his door.

"Sam, do me a favour and look after this for me."

As Sam turned to face him he burst out laughing, catching sight of the kid. Though a bruised arm and a quick glare later he had soon shut up, agreeing to look after the kid.

After that, Dean started his usual routine, shower, change, make Sammy's dinner and store in the microwave. It took him a good part of an hour to do everything and grab himself a drink, before he headed out to his night job.

It wasn't that bad working at The Roadhouse after all it wasn't like he had to wait tables. A fake ID and a quick smile did wonders for lying about his age, landing him a job bartending, which happily enough it was something he didn't mind doing. It wasn't like his weekend day job, under the hood of a car, for some poor guy who had her towed in for something as simple as a loose spark plug, but it paid and the customers were mostly alright.

Most of them were regulars, which was why he was surprised to see a new blonde guy sauntering up to the bar. Not that he showed it, as he put on his world class smile and did his best to butter up the new guy for tips.

Xxx

"Gabriel, we shouldn't be here. If father finds out you snuck us out or that we are at a bar-"

"Cassie! Don't be such a spoil sport! You promised me if you lost our bet you'd come out with me, now stop complaining and watch me work my magic.

Castiel was currently sat in the far corner of a bar with his brother. He watched as Gabriel got up and made his way over to the bar, all the while checking for escape roots. He had been dragged here by his brother and after much protest he had given in, but that didn't stop him from nearly convincing himself that home wasn't that far. Maybe a couple of miles if that, he could leave now and make it back before anyone even found out he had left.

Though it was just his luck that as he got up, his brother had already returned, two drinks in hand and smirking at Cas, as he sat himself back down. It took a few minutes of silence for Gabriel to sigh and reach into his pocket. Digging out a penny, he swiftly dropped it into Castiel's drink. Almost automatically he went to fish it out before his brother stopped him.

"Gotta save Lincoln, Cassie! Only way's to chug your drink, it's the rules and you got to hurry, he's drowning."

Sighing, he was going to ignore his brother, but he knew that look. He was going to go on at him, until he did it. To be honest he didn't know what he was worrying about, after all it wasn't like he hadn't drunk before. What's the worst one drink could do.

Turns out, one drink, turned into three, which in time turned into six and it wasn't long till he found himself wondering where his brother had gone. He was here just a moment ago, though if he tried to think about it that might have been a while ago. Last he had saw of him, Gabriel was flirting with some girls at the bar, long since forgotten his twin sat in a booth in the corner alone.

Not that it really mattered to him anyway. He was getting tired and the bench he was sat on was comfy. Nobody should mind if he just took a little nap and if they did, Gabriel would be back any minute to wake him up and take him home.

Closing his eyes, he rested his head on the seat and lay down, blissfully slumping over the edge slightly and snoring quietly.

Xxx

It had ended up being a busy night for Dean and it was nearing two Am by the time they had ushered everyone out of the bar. Though he's call tonight a success as he now had about $30 in tip and three phone numbers from chicks. He didn't think he'd call them, but he always felt good when he had the choice.

Saying goodnight to the owner and picking up his jacket that he'd left in the back, he was on his way out to leave for the night when he saw a tousled head of black hair in the corner. Running his hand through his hair, Dean made his way over tapping the guy on his shoulder.

"Come on buddy, were closing up. I can call you a cab or something-"

The hair rolled over and opened his eyes revelling the blue eyes (if not now slightly red) that he seen earlier that day. He watched as Cas rubbed his eyes swaying slightly as he got to his feet mumbling something incoherent that might just have been sorry. But when he nearly fell forward, passing out back into sleep, Dean grabbed him cursing under his breath slightly.

"Oh jeez, what the hell."

Authors note: If you don't know, the game Gabriel is playing is my variation to "Save the queen" Which you put a pound coin in someones drink when there not looking and they have to chug the drink as fast as they can to "Save the queen" as such.