A/N - Again thanks to everyone who reviewed this story. It means a lot to know what you guys think.
Warning: Overly affectionate twins? I suppose some people would find it creepy. LOL
Still Unbeta'd.

Enjoy!

Castiel walked into the small town house throwing his bag to the floor he groaned as he flopped down on the couch. Toeing his shoes off and lifting his legs, resting his feet on the coffee table. Ah yes. That was nice. He grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV, but not really truly paying attention. His mind wandering to pretty green eyes and and a beautiful face splattered with freckles. He truly was hopeless. It's not like he believed in love at first sight or anything. But there was just something about the florist that Castiel just couldn't seem to let go of. He just wasn't so sure what it was.

"Yes, please! Come in Castiel. Make yourself at home." The brunette tilted his head back to look at the blonde woman. Her arms crossed, shaking her head at her husbands twin. He smiled at her.

"Thank You Amelia. I think I will. Have any food?"

Amelia just chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Jimmy is in the bedroom. I'm heading out to pick up Claire from a friends. She was supposed to spend the night but got homesick." She grabbed her coat and started for the door. "Don't eat us out of house and home. I know your appetite."

"Roger that." With a wave she was gone.

Castiel stood up walking first, into the kitchen to grab a cookie or two out of the jar that was always full. They were peanut butter chip this time. Amelia was always baking and she was amazing at it. God bless his brother for marrying a woman who could bake. It was one of the only reasons he came to visit. Besides Jimmy obviously. And Claire. He was quite close with his niece. She was incredibly brilliant and had a wicked sense of humor. She was basically a 10 year old, female version of himself.

Who was he kidding. Jimmy fucking nailed it with the whole family thing and Castiel liked to butt himself into the middle of it as much as humanly possible. It was warm and comfortable. Unlike the home they had grown up in. Which had always been empty, big and cold. With it's grand staircases, marble floors and chandeliers. Everything had always been so white. Both him and Jimmy had hated it. They had spent most of their childhood curled up in the treehouse Luc and Michael built and then abandoned.

Back in the bedroom his twin was laying sprawled out on the bed in his pajamas typing away at his laptop. Castiel whined and climbed up on the bed immediately plopping down beside Jimmy and curling into him. Uh oh, he just crumbled the cookie between them.

"Castiel."

"My cookie..." The younger twin whispered sadly. Mourning the lost sweet before continuing... "I'm turning straight."

Jimmy closed his laptop and turned onto his side looking at his brother. "You can't just turn straight Angel. Hate to break it to you." He shoved at Castiel a bit, brushing his hand over the bed. "You're getting crumbs all over the bed, Castiel."

"Why not? you did." Castiel shoved the rest of the treat in his mouth, then rolled over pressing against himself up against Jimmy again tangling their legs, propping his head under his brothers chin.

"I didn't turn straight. I just realized I love regardless of gender." Jimmy dropped his arm around the younger twin running his hand through his hair.

"You have a wife and kid. Why can't I? I could do it. It'd be nice." Castiel sighed. He was lonely. And feeling particularly whiny today. So that's what he's going to do. Whine to his brother.

"Because you're still 100% convinced vagina's have teeth and will bite your dick off."

"That is true." He propped his head up in his hand and frowned. "Why doesn't he like me?"

Jimmy just snorted. Their conversations always ended up on this topic these days. Dean Winchester. "Why do you like him? From what I've gathered from our numerous conversations that all center around this... Dean, and that's a lot of conversations, He's vulgar..."

"Talking to the vulgar king here bro."

"...He's selfish..." Jimmy continued.

"I might severely injure anyone who touches him."

"...Codependent..."

"... Um..."Castiel motioned to the two of them.

Jimmy sighed. "Have you tried just asking him out? Or are you hiding behind your sexual innuendos and sarcastically brash wit?"

Was he? Castiel supposed he was. But that's always how he acted. It's why him and Balthazar had hit it off so well. He often wondered what went bad in that relationship. He had truly liked Balthazar. He was intelligent, funny, fairly decent in bed. But Castiel hadn't been enough. There was something that Balthazar didn't like about him. He just... Never figured out what it was. His ex had given him the famous 'It's me, not you." Line and just left. And left the other completely heartbroken. They have since, reconciled, and were at least friends now. But still anytime he'd asked. Balthazar had always been vague about it. So what was wrong with him? If he knew the answer to this, maybe he'd know just what it was that was putting Dean off.

"There is nothing wrong with you Angel." Jimmy and his creepy ability to read his twins mind. "I've told you before. Your relationship with Balthazar was far from normal. You're crude Castiel. Try talking to Dean about something other than sex."

"Well if he won't have sex with me..."

"Maybe he's unnerved by your lack of filter. How many times have you mentioned sleeping with both of us to him?"

"Hey, he was thinking it. I just pointed out that he was thinking it." Castiel rolled over on his stomach and Jimmy immediately moved to curl against his side pressing his face into the younger twins neck tsking him. Castiel sighed. "I gave him a flower."

Jimmy lifted his head looking downright amused. "A flower?"

Castiel pushed himself up sitting cross legged on the bed and looking grumpy. "Yes a flower. Was that bad?"

Jimmy laughed and sat up as well. He leaned in pressing a light kiss to Castiel's mouth. "No, how about trying more of that."

"Kissing?"

"No, flowers you little shit."

Castiel sighed. He nuzzled his brothers cheek quickly then pulled himself off the bed. It was late and he'd better head home after all. Jimmy opened his laptop back up turning his attention back to the document he was working on.

"Castiel. I have an assortment of butterfly knives and I can always skewer his ass if he steps out of line." He looked up at Castiel and smiled. " I Love you."

Castiel let out an amused chuckle. "Thanks Jimmy. Love you too."

~.~

Castiel cursed as he shook the handle of the door to his shop. It was always tricky. If you didn't turn it just right it wouldn't open. He heard the click and cried out triumphantly. Castiel 1, Evil back door 0. He'd left his wallet at the shop. It had his keycard to get into his apartment. He'd gotten home when he realized he had no way into his home. He was more than a little irritated to have to run the whole way back into town. He was about to pull the door open when a voice caught him by surprise.

"Are you stalking me?"

He turned looking at the florist, surprise fluttering across his face. He hadn't actually noticed Dean's car in the parking lot. He wasn't expecting him to be here. He composed himself though and winked.

"Hello, Dean. And no, this happens to be my shop." Castiel shrugged. "Besides. I don't stalk. If I want to be a creeper I strategically place myself near people. It's not illegal like stalking is."

Dean frowned, looking up at the shop. Castiel rolled his eyes. He was pretty sure Dean was debating whether or not Castiel was lying to him. Maybe Jimmy was right. Perhaps he really had made the older Winchester uncomfortable. He sighed.

"I'm a tattoo artist. I've always been here. Why do you think I knew who you were Dean?" He pulled open the door. "I see you just about everyday going into Gabe's store across the street."

"That's not creepy at all Cas."

Castiel just snorted and stepped inside. He held the door open silently inviting Dean in. He was more than surprised when Dean actually followed him.

"I'm so sure that you've never asked a friend about someone you found attractive. Please, I wasn't born yesterday Dean."

"Yesterday was Thursday. Technically..."

Castiel looked up at Dean brows raised in surprise. He'd remembered. Dean had actually remembered what Castiel had told him about his namesake. He blinked, completely unsure of how to process this information. Maybe the florist just had a really vivid memory. Or maybe. Just maybe Castiel had a little bit more reason to hope.

"So that's how you knew my name? You asked Gabriel."

Castiel nodded leaning against the counter as Dean looked around at the art on the walls. It was all Castiel's art. Except for a small part which was for his apprentice, Benny. "I was curious. I saw you. You were an attractive man Dean. I just wanted to know."

"You watched me?"

"I noticed you. You are right next door Dean. I passed you like ten times a day. I always noticed you. Always. You... You just didn't notice me."

Dean turned towards Castiel. His facial expression unreadable. Castiel had no idea what Dean thought of that little confession. Had he said too much? Should he just stick his foot in his mouth? He could at least say something. It was making Castiel antsy.

"Why did you give me the flower Cas?"

Well he wasn't expecting that. He brought his hands up scratching at his brown uncertain of how to respond to that. "Um...what?"

"It's not your style."

Castiel chuckled at that... "No I suppose not."

Dean hummed softly leaning back against the counter as Castiel started rummaging around the shop searchingly.

"I'm a mechanic. I just got roped into my brothers girlfriends flower shop when no where would hire me. Flowers aren't really my thing."

Castiel looked up at Dean. He cocked and eyebrow and laughed. " No, I suppose it they don't really seem like you do they? I like flowers. They have their own language. They can speak for those who are unsure of what to say. Or don't have the voice to say anything at all. You just have to know how to read them." He tucked his wallet (he found it! It had slipped under one of the work tables.) into his pocket.

Dean looked like he seriously doubted everything Castiel had just said. His eyes flitting over the artist like he was really just seeing him for the first time. Castiel just cocked his head to the side patiently, waiting for a response. Finally he figured he wasn't going get any and pushed away from the counter, heading towards the door. Dean followed him out.

"Is all that art yours?" The taller man motioned towards the art on the wall.

"Most of it. Some of it is Benny's, my apprentice. But ninety percent of it is mine." Castiel held the door again for Dean. Then closed it behind them locking it all back up.

"It's good. Very good actually. You're very talented. Me and Sammy talked about getting matching tattoos sometime. I don't know if we'll ever do it but..."

Castiel smiled walking beside Dean as they made their way to the parking lot. "Thank You Dean." He chuckled. "Me and Jimmy have matching tattoos. I'd show you, but I'd have to take off my clothes. Unless... You want me to take them off." He tilted his head giving Dean a smirk.

Castiel was surprised when Dean actually chuckled. He was more than surprised when the other man grabbed his arm lightly turning Castiel towards him and leaned in close. Their faces only a couple inches apart. He could feel Deans breath across his lips. He was close enough he could count the freckles dotted across his nose. Dean smirked at him. His fingers sliding down the artist's arm lightly. Barely even touching. And when he spoke the brunette could feel every puff of air across his mouth and cheek.

"Maybe next time...Goodnight, Castiel."

Castiel just stood there frozen. Eye's wide as Dean got in his car and left. What the hell was that!?

Finally after the initial shock Castiel managed to compose himself. He walked the rest of the way to the car, got in and just sat there for a minute before a giddy ass grin broke out across his face. He probably looked like a fool but he really didn't care. Maybe there was hope. And it re-lit that fire in him. Maybe he didn't have to give up on Dean just yet.

He was about halfway home when he realized it. "That little shit just turned my own game on me."