"Maybe we can just not go on hunts." Sam was Dean's dining room table, scrolling through the internet.`

"Yeah, right, Sammy." Dean flopped back on his sofa. "There's an idea. Avoid every single newspaper and news report and then let more people die. That's a great idea." Dean turned on his side. This was starting to become unnecessarily annoying. All he wanted to do was get back to his normal life. Back to his normal job working at a coffee shop. And he knew Sam wanted to get back to taking online classes to get into University of Chicago's law school. Hunting had become a side job.

And they had liked it that way. Living like normal people, living in houses, saving people occasionally-when the opportunity presented itself. But this...these angel-dicks had destroyed that normalcy that they had tried so hard to obtain. This was just wasn't fair. They had been able to carve out just a little area of peace with the occasional monster and live. Really, truly live.

"I'm not saying it's the best idea. I'm just saying it's probably all we've got, Dean." Sam's tone was in between pleading and factual.

"Alright, fine. I'll trust the lawyer." Dean thought it over. "But the instant people start dying, we're gonna give in, alright? And we'll deal with Chuckles and Shortstack when we get there." He didn't leave too much room for arguing, but he already knew Sam wouldn't. The terms were pretty straight-forward.

"Alright, Dean." Sam walked into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. They stayed silent after that. But they were both thinking carefully and continuously about whatever the hell was happening.

Sam hated this just as much as Dean did. But he had to say, at least Cas didn't start kissing Dean. I mean, the eye fucking was pretty weird. But the angel hadn't made himself comfortable cuddling with Dean and pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, to his collarbone with a small bite... He snapped back to reality and slammed his mug down, a gravity-defying spout of coffee raising about eight inches from the mug.

"Sammy? You okay in there?" Apparently it was pretty loud.

"Y-yeah. I'm-uh-yeah, I'm fine. I just...you know, got really excited about drinking coffee." That was the worst lie in existence and he was more than just aware of that fact. He rested his forehead against the cupboards above the counter and internally groaned. This wasn't okay.

"Gabriel, perhaps we were a little harsh with them." Castiel was leaning against a wall in their penthouse on Lake Shore Drive with his arms crossed. The first time Gabriel had introduced Castiel to their new place, Cas had marveled at the view, at the space, at how well it was decorated, just marveled at everything. Except the liquor. That, he kind of just tilted his head in confusion at. He had stopped questioning Gabriel's ways at getting things after a few hundred years. But even Gabe had to admit that penthouse was a bit much. But, hey, he's an archangel. There's nothing he can't have.

"Relax, bro. They'll get used to us." Gabriel manifested a glass of scotch and a candybar and plopped down on his sectional in front of an unnaturally large plasma screen television. "You should try enjoying human life for a bit. You...change, for one. I mean, the whole accountant thing you've got going on...it's weird. And some people have mistaken you for a flasher."

"I don't flash, Gabriel." Castiel sat down on the other side of the sofa, as far away from Gabriel as he could get whilst still being comfortable. "You aren't taking this seriously. We've been watching them for weeks now, and we should have realised that the last thing they would ever want is two angels appearing in their lives and turning it over."

"Look at them." Gabriel snapped his fingers and the plasma turned on. Sam was in his kitchen sipping coffee. Dean was resting on the sofa reading through John Winchester's journal. "Do they look happy to you?" Cas narrowed his eyes at Gabriel. "Okay, fine. Maybe today isn't the best example." He bit his lip for a moment. "Oh, here. Two weeks ago." The screen flickered and the scene changed.

Sam was studying hard for an exam that he had to take soon. His face was buried in his book. His right hand scribbling notes about whatever he was reading. Dean was running through a fire, . Castiel would be the first one to admit that seeing Dean's bare forearms flexing while he worked were exemplary constructs of the human body. His contours were perfect. And his face perfectly symmetrical, shapely, handsome.

"You enjoying the view, bro?" It was kind of cute to see Castiel pining for a human. Especially stubborn, repressed Dean Winchester. When it looked like Castiel was about ready to just vanish and go do whatever it was that he did when he vanished, Gabriel sighed. "It's fine. It's normal. I'm not gonna be weird about it."

"Dean might be."

"Just because you're in the body of a guy doesn't mean you are one. I mean...we aren't really men. We're angels. We can be whomever we feel like. It could be fun."

"I don't have the power to change my appearance, Gabriel." Cas sighed and finally turned his attention away from the screen in front of him. "No, they don't look happy. But they possibly could have. We will never know."

"You have said that so many days in a row, I'm tempted to rip out your vocal cords." Gabriel already knew that wouldn't work though. He'd already tried.

"I'll just heal myself again." Castiel's words were pretty bitter. He still hadn't fully forgiven Gabriel for that little incident in 1789. It had been a pretty good reason.

Gabriel decided not to argue the point and just go back to the Sam and Dean conversation. "Yeah, still sorry about that. Almost two and a half centuries later...but, really. C'mon, I think they'll be happy to finally have two guys like us on their side. Can you imagine...being human and having to take down say...an alpha? Or...a shougo?"

"Dean drinks a lot, so I can't imagine his fighting a shougo being that difficult." Castiel sighed and laid his head in his hand. "I know what you're thinking. And, no. It's a terrible idea." They had been together for far too long for Cas to not know when Gabriel was forming an asinine plan.

"Oh, c'mon, Sassy Cassie. Just think about it," Gabriel leapt dramatically off the sofa and spun in a circle with his arms wide. In a voice very close to an action movie narrator, he laid out the plan. "A mob of demons approach the two hunters. They're out of holy water, no salt, no nothing. It's just them. About to die. They look at each other. There's only one knife. Perhaps a chance for just one of the brothers to get away. And your Dean takes the chance to sacrifice himself. Yet before he does, you sweep in and save him, doing that light show that you're so fond of. He swoons and you have yourself a boyfriend. And then, I zap Sam off somewhere safe and heal all of his wounds and give him a nice hot mug of coffee. And...BAM! they love us."

Castiel had patiently listened to the plan, but his frown had deepened. "Gabriel, as I've said, it's a bad idea." He shook his head. "And if we know them as well as we claim to, then we should know that Dean wouldn't 'swoon' and Sam would be less than happy to be taken somewhere away from his brother after a battle."

"You and your logic." Gabriel visibly deflated and fell back on the sofa. "Just...forget those things for a moment, and at least try to get a thank you out of them." That earned a small, eyes-only smile from Castiel. "Alright. So, decided. Thursday then?" It was Monday.

Of course it would be a Thursday. "Yes, Gabriel." Castiel sighed and dropped his head. He still felt that this was a terrible idea. There was no arguing with Gabriel. Not really. It usually ended in an earthquake or a hailstorm.

When they had first gone rogue and decided that Heaven's family stress was too much to handle, the two of them had gotten along just fine. For about four thousand years. And then after the Boleyn incident, their relationship began to slowly disintegrate. The final straw for Castiel was when Gabriel had popped into a nuclear reactor and touched something. The final straw for Gabriel was when Castiel said he didn't care much for chocolate. It had started out petty and then it turned into an ice storm in Detroit in 1976. It was pretty bad how often they would fight, but after a couple of decades away from each other, they had finally calmed down and met back up again in Chicago five months ago. And this was okay. They were getting along just fine. They were comfortably living with each other Gabriel hadn't sent Cas anywhere against his will yet.

"You should try saving Sam on a Tuesday." Castiel suggested aimlessly.

"Sam was born on a Tuesday." Gabriel chuckled. "He's been on my radar since he popped out." Even after he said that though, his expression grew thoughtful. "Alright. We're gonna separate them then, and you'll save Deanie Weanie on Thursday, and I'll save Samsquatch tomorrow." Gabriel stood up and pressed a small kiss to Castiel's forehead and vanished.

Something bad was going to happen, Cas could just feel it.

A/N: Here's chapter 2! I hope you liked it, my sweets. Please review and let me know what you think. Whether i should continue this way or what. xxPyx