AN: This is where the first misunderstanding for this fic comes in. It should be obvious when it pops up. If you want reassurances and spoilers for what happened, then see end notes.

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Fishsticks
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Gabriel stared at the front of the hotel. It looked like a house that had been converted into a bed and breakfast. He looked back down at the piece of paper he held in his hand. It was the right address. The name was right, too. Singer Hotel.

'Is something wrong?' Castiel asked, setting his luggage and cat carrier next to Gabriel. He looked back at the small boat that was being unloaded by the rest of the small TV crew. His eyes met Balthazar's and he quickly looked away. Balthazar was being civil, very cold and standoffish.

'This can't be right,' Gabriel said, looking up and down the road.

Castiel took the paper from Gabriel's hand and examined it. 'They're giving us a great deal,' he said before handing the sheet back and picking up his luggage and cat carrier. He headed to the door and looked over his shoulder when he didn't hear Gabriel following. 'Aren't you coming?'

'But it's…ugh.' Gabriel made a face and turned to look out over the lagoon. Across the way, he could make out the bungalows of the higher end resorts. He stared longingly as the crew slowly sifted past him. He jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder and looked up to see Balthazar's grinning face.

'C'mon, Gabe. It's not that bad,' Balthazar said.

'We have three rooms between us,' Gabriel said. 'Anna and Charlie will shack up, so who do you think is gonna stay with Cas and demon-cat?'

Balthazar pulled his hand back as if burned. 'Not it.'

'Yeah, I know,' Gabriel said bitterly. 'Samandriel's allergic, you're…doin' a good job getting on with him, so that just leaves me.' He sighed as he trudged toward the door. 'Did he ever apologize?'

Balthazar snorted as he followed Gabriel. 'No. He wouldn't mean it anyway. I can tell he's not sorry. Scotland was one big reminder of why I left him.'

Gabriel stopped just short of the door and turned back to Balthazar. 'Uh… What does Scotland have to do with him ditching you?' he asked in confusion.

'Castiel. Crowley. Alone in the Caribbean. Shit ton of booze. Footage that should be uploaded to a porn site. Ring any bells?' Balthazar said flatly.

Gabriel's eyes widened in shock. 'He… Cas and…Crowley?'

Balthazar nodded slowly. 'That's why I dropped his ass. Not for running off on research projects. That I understood,' he explained.

Gabriel looked around and pulled Balthazar aside by the elbow. 'Wait, wait, wait… He cheated on you?!' A disbelieving laugh escaped his lips at Balthazar's nod. 'With Crowley. Crowley-Crowley? Shark expert Crowley?'

Balthazar rolled his eyes and nodded. 'Yes. That Crowley.'

'But he… They don't really like each other,' Gabriel said. 'I mean…they've done things together. Seals and sharks, but…sex?' He pulled a disgusted face. 'There's no way! Even if they were into each other, Cas wouldn't make a sex tape! He's…Cas. He thinks sex with the lights on is adventurous.'

Balthazar patted the bag hanging over his shoulder. 'I have video to prove it,' he said.

Gabriel stared, slack-jawed, at his cameraman and film editor. 'You have a sex tape of my brother,' he said tonelessly. 'You have a sex tape of my brother in your bag. I-I can't let you keep it! Oh, my God…do you watch it?!'

'Only when I feel like trying to get back together,' Balthazar admitted. 'Been a while, though.'

Gabriel stuck out his hand. 'Hand it over,' he said. He dropped his suitcase and reached for Balthazar's bag when the other made no move to retrieve the sex tape. 'Give it here, or you're fired!'

Balthazar dodged Gabriel's hands and quickly reached into his bag. After scrounging around for a moment, he pulled out a nondescript CD case. 'Here. Take it! Go watch it and see just how innocent your baby brother is. Never knew he was that kinky.'

Gabriel snatched the case away and clutched it to his chest. 'I'm not going to watch it! Jesus, you shouldn't have watched it, either! What is wrong with you?!'

'Hey, it's not my fault they recorded their little tryst in the middle of their documentary,' Balthazar said defensively. 'They're lucky I got to it first. I could have uploaded that in an instant. Some of the guys I work with woulda been more than happy to upload that. Uriel especially.'

Gabriel fumbled with the CD case as he picked up his suitcase. What was he supposed to do? Should he give the disc to Castiel? Should he even tell his brother about it? He couldn't just drop it in the trash. He would have to find a hammer and smash it into tiny pieces then throw it on a fire. 'And this is the only copy?'

'Yeah. Just that one,' Balthazar said. 'Destroyed the original film. Don't know if I wanted to blackmail him or what when I made the copy. Just…couldn't be with him after that.'

Gabriel swallowed and nodded to himself. 'Okay… I… Fuck. Can you not say anything to him? A-at least until after we're done with the show?'

'Gabriel? Gabe?'

The two men looked over as Castiel's voice drifted closer.

'Won't say a word,' Balthazar said quietly as he walked past Gabriel. He brushed against Castiel and couldn't help taking a deep breath, catching a whiff of the lingering scent of Castiel's soap. Four years, and he still used the same soap.

Castiel flinched away as Balthazar stalked by. He rubbed his shoulder where they had touched. 'Um…They need you to sign for the rooms,' he said. His eyes fell on the CD case Gabriel held. 'Is everything all right?'

Gabriel flattened his hand, pressing the case against his chest. 'Yeah, just peachy! Sorting out roomies.'

'He's still mad at me,' Castiel said, barely above a whisper. 'I shouldn't have come. I can leave in the morning.'

'What? No! If I have to choose between a cameraman and my brother, I'm going with my brother,' Gabriel said.

Castiel shook his head. 'He was on this project first. It wouldn't be right.'

'Cas, I need you here! I need you on the show,' Gabriel pleaded. He came closer to Castiel and smiled uncertainly. 'He just points the camera at you, splices stuff together…no talking. You guys don't need to interact.'

'I can find somewhere else to stay,' Castiel suggested. 'I think Crowley knows someone at the Four Seasons. I could get a room over there, and you could just call whenever you need me.'

Gabriel stiffened at Crowley's name. 'You're…on good terms with Crowley?' he asked, not sure if he'd like the answer.

Castiel shrugged. 'We find each other useful,' he replied.

Gabriel pulled a sickened frown. He didn't think he'd be able to sleep that night. Not with visions of his brother and Crowley running through his head. He'd only seen the shark expert in two suits. Business suit and wetsuit. The man looked more like a lawyer than a scientist. He couldn't help but wonder what his brother and Crowley could possibly get up to. He could feel the case's weight getting heavier in his hand. 'Useful's…nice,' he weakly replied.

Gabriel followed Castiel inside the small hotel, stuffing the CD case into the front of his luggage. The interior was decorated like a tiki bar from the 50s. A tiki head with a toothy grimace glared at the pair from behind the lobby desk.

'Please tell me the rooms don't look like this,' Gabriel whispered.

'I've stayed in worse,' Castiel said as he made his way to the cat carrier. He knelt down and poked his fingers through the cage door and barely winced as sharp claws dug into him.

Gabriel sighed and walked up to the desk. He gave the woman behind the desk a winning smile. 'Hi! I'm Gabriel. I guess I need to sign something?'

The woman's smile widened and she pushed a black and white photo forward. 'Right here. And if you could make it out to Karen?'

Gabriel blinked at the picture of himself standing next to a plaster dinosaur. 'Oh. Oh! Right! Sorry!' He laughed as he signed his autograph with a flourish. 'Wow! That is…that's an old one,' he said fondly.

'First show you were on,' Karen confirmed. She pulled out a small stack of papers and set them in front of Gabriel. 'I also need you to sign these…'

After the last page was signed, Karen handed over several sets of keys and pointed to the right. 'Just head on down that hall and up the stairs. Your rooms are the first three on the right. Dinner will be served at seven in the dining room, which is through that door,' she said, pointing to the door on the left. 'Don't be afraid to ask for anything.'

Gabriel took the keys and smiled. 'Sure thing. Thanks, Karen,' he said with a wink. He turned and headed toward the hallway. He made it about halfway when a door opened and someone rushed out into the hall, running into him.

Gabriel was knocked off balance, dropping his suitcase and the keys to the floor. He was surprised when strong hands latched onto him, keeping him upright. He looked up when a concerned voice asked if he was all right. And he kept looking up. 'Someone should put up a handsome moose crossing sign,' he mumbled.

Sam smiled as he let go of Gabriel. 'No, I just need to look where I'm going,' he said. His eyes traveled over the shorter man and continued down the line of people in the hall. His eyes rested on a very shocked looking redhead. He opened his mouth and quickly shut it, keeping himself from speaking his native tongue. He tried again, forcing a friendly smile. 'I-I'm sorry… You look very familiar…'

'C-Charlie,' the redhead stuttered. 'Charlie Bradbury. Uh…I don't…remember your name.'

'Sam Winchester,' Sam replied. First his brother, now his childhood friend. Was the entire colony just waiting to appear at his doorstep? 'Wait…you're with…this?' he asked, gesturing to Gabriel and the rest of the crew.

Charlie shrugged helplessly. 'It's a living.'

'You two know each other?' Gabriel asked, looking between Sam and Charlie. When he looked back at Sam, he gave the taller man a wary gaze. 'You're not a crazy tree hugger, are you?'

'Conservationist!' Charlie said sharply. 'Gilda has never firebombed or sabotaged anything, so quit accusing her!'

'Remind me why she's not here?' Gabriel said sweetly.

Charlie huffed and tightened her grip on her bag as she pushed past everyone in the hall and stomped up the stairs. She poked her head back around the corner and smiled at Sam. 'We'll catch up later, okay?'

Sam nodded before turning back to the rest of the group. He knew there were plenty of merfolk that left their colony, but he had always assumed they had simply moved to a different one. Seeing Charlie made him wonder just how many of them were on land masquerading as human. As the rest of the crew made their way down the hall, Sam's eyes followed Gabriel, his eyes slowly drifting down. He finally understood Karen's crush. Seeing the man in person definitely swayed his interest. He gave Karen a smile as he entered the lobby.

Karen held up the signed photograph, grinning ear-to-ear. 'I'm getting this framed!'

Sam laughed and shook his head. 'You're hopeless.'

Karen smirked as she set the photograph down. 'You, too. If you stared any harder, you would have burned a hole through his pants,' she said.

Sam blushed and hurried out the door.

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SPOILERS (for whichever chapter it all gets resolved): Cas and Crowley found tequila and decided it was a good idea to make Bal a sexy video of Cas getting off for when he fucks off for long trips. No cheating involved. Just bad judgement and forgetting. END SPOILERS