A/N hey guys, sorry it took me so long to post this! My laptop broke, I went on holiday and then as soon as I got a new laptop I had to write a massive report! I'll definitely try to update this more frequently! Anyway enough of me talking, hope you all enjoy the chapter :) also come find me on tumblr, sexbriel

After the encounter Sam had with his boss that night he ran. He didn't realise where he was headed until he found himself already there. The coffee shop on campus. The only other time he had been there was the day of his first, and last, fight with Jess, also the day she died. He had fled their apartment and sought refuge at the coffee shop for unknown reasons, and now finding himself faced with more inner conflict he ended up there again.

He walked in to find the shop empty, which was actually quite the surprise. Being the only coffee shop on campus aside from the dining hall, it was always overrun with students sick of the barely drinkable coffee that their meal cards paid for. It was the hip place to be – whether you were on a date with a cute girl from your history class, studying for finals, meeting up with your friends or just taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi – it was the most popular place on campus.

As Sam walked in through the front door, a man emerged from the kitchen and seemed to glance at him, then fully do a double take. Weird. He was on the short side, then again most people were on the short side where Sam was involved, and had golden hair similar in length to Sam's.

"Hey there, what can I get ya?"

"Uh, a coffee would be great"

"Sure thing kiddo," the man walked over to a complex looking coffee machine and started to press buttons, the sweet smell of brewing coffee filling the room, "you go grab yourself a seat, and I'll bring it over for ya."

"Thanks," Sam started walking to a table in the corner before doubling back, "wait, I'd better pay first"

"Nah, don't worry 'bout it. It's on the house tonight, looks like ya really need it."

Sam nodded a silent thank you before making his way to the table and slumping down in the chair. He suddenly felt so overwhelmed by the events of the night, feelings of guilt rushing up, the memory of Jess still fresh in his mind. He had kept these feelings suppressed for so long, pushed down into the furthest recess of his mind to avoid having to deal with the pain.

Thoughts about the previous events of the night then started to surface in his mind. He felt a sense of betrayal from Lucifer. Did he really care about what had happened with Jess? Or was it just a way of tricking his way into Sam's pants.

And then there was the kiss. Sam had never even thought about kissing a man before, let alone actually locking lips with one who was 35 – 15 years older than him – and his boss. Crap. He started to wonder whether he had actually enjoyed the kiss or if it was just the desperate mix of loneliness, guilt and alcohol that had led to him liking it.

Lucifer was a good looking guy, Sam reasoned, tall enough with short spikey blonde hair and a good, strong build. But was Sam actually attracted to him? It wasn't like Sam had a problem with guys being into other guys. Hell, he had always had a sneaking suspicion Dean was at least bi. Sam just didn't think he had ever so much as checked another guy out, let alone enjoyed having a man's tongue in his mouth.

The more all of these thoughts were tossed around in his head, he began to feel sick. Of course, the drinks he had earlier on didn't help either. Sam had never been much of a drinker, he left that to his older brother and dad who could easily drink an entire bottle of what they called "Hunter's Helper", usually scotch or whiskey, and barely feel the consequences the next morning. With the alcohol making him feel so lightheaded and dizzy, he slumped over the table with a sigh, resting his head in his hands.

Sam didn't notice, but while making his coffee the short man had been watching him. The man noticed just how troubled and unwell Sam looked and decided to give his coffee a pump of sugary caramel. Before he knew it he was getting completely carried away and had added another two pumps, followed by a tower of whipped cream, crushed nuts and chocolate powder.

On his way over to the table Sam was seated at his flipped the sign on the door to read "Sorry, we're closed"

"You doing alright there, kiddo?" He placed the sugary coffee down in front of Sam and sat down across from him.

Sam looked up at him in a haze, noticing how soft the man's hair looked. He vaguely thought about running his fingers through it before snapping himself out of it. He made an effort to sit up and look a bit more normal.

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Sorry, but you don't really look that fine"

"How would you know" Sam had snapped at the man before he even realised

"Well actually, you came in here a few years ago if I remember correctly. You looked just as upset as you do now. Is this seriously the best place you can think of to go sulk?"

"Look, you don't want to go there, okay?"

"Oh boy, I thought you'd be a little nicer to the man who just gave you a free coffee."

Sam gave him a glare, or what Dean liked to call his "bitchface".

"Alright, alright," The man put his hands up in the air with a slightly exasperated look crossing his face, "wrong approach, I'm actually asking out of genuine concern here."

"I've just had a rough night with my boss, okay. Sorry for snapping at you"

"What the hell did your boss do? You look like a zombie, any second you might reach across this table and try to eat my brains!"

"Nothing. I'm just tired and I had too much to drink."

The man nudged the drink closer to Sam.

"Well drink up, this will help a lot. You need to get caffeine and sugar pumping through your veins."

Sam glanced down at the drink before bringing it up to his lips and taking a long drink. Usually he wasn't one to go for the sugary, diabetes inducing drinks but damn, this tasted good.

"If it makes you feel any better, I used to have a douchey boss too. And to make it worse, he was my older brother."

Sam laughed.

"Thank god my older brother isn't my boss. I'm Sam, by the way." He extended his hand across the table.

The smaller man broke into a wide grin.

"Nice to meet you, Sam. I'm Gabriel." He grabbed a hold of Sam's hand a shook it vigorously. "So who's the jerk you work for?"

"Oh, I'm just interning for Michael and Lucifer Milton." Sam told Gabriel, not noticing the look of shock on his face. "I don't mind Michael at all, but Lucifer, well I'm not sure. I guess I just feel like there's something off about him. He makes me slightly uncomfortable."

"Rightly so!" Gabriel burst out, causing Sam to look at him curiously. "I mean – well I've just heard things about him, on the internet and stuff."

"Really, like what?"

"Just… well… I don't remember now. It's not important." Gabriel had turned a light shade of pink and was starting to look very flustered.

"Okay, no worries," Sam laughed it off, realising Gabriel clearly didn't want to go on with this topic.

They lapsed into easy conversation that lasted a good hour before Gabriel had rushed off into the kitchen to fetch them a tray of sweet treats.

"This is amazing" Sam groaned as he bit into a chocolate croissant.

"I know, I baked it myself."

"Well, aren't you just amazing?"

"You know what, I kinda am," Gabriel grinned at him cheekily. Sam couldn't help but stare at the man's smile, the way his golden eyes glowed and cheeks dimpled. "You should try my waffles, they'll blow your mind" He wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

"I'll have to taste it to believe it"

Sam didn't usually make friends this easily, but there was just something special about Gabriel. He was so easy going and cheerful, something Sam really needed after how serious and depressing his life had been for the past few years.

"Actually, if you're that desperate to try them, come over tomorrow night? My brother and I are having a movie night. He's in charge of picking the movies and I'm in charge of making us dinner. I was going to whip up my famous waffles."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude on you and your brother's night together?"

"No, trust me he won't mind at all! The more, the merrier, I say"

Sam was about to decline, an excuse about having a paper to write on the tip of his tongue when he froze. Maybe he should get out for once, he couldn't even remember the last time he had spent a Saturday night doing anything but homework or spending time with his brother. It would be good for him to make some new friends and enjoy himself for once.

"Okay, I'll be there" He told Gabriel, before giving his number to him, asking him to text the details tomorrow and saying goodnight.

Dean woke up to a cold bed and the smell of burnt toast. Dammit Sam, not again. He rolled over to the opposite side of the bed before realising it didn't smell like him. But it didn't smell like a woman either. He inhaled deeply, trying to place the foreign yet slightly familiar scent before shooting straight up in the bed. Shit, Cas. He looked around his room for any signs of the man still being there, but his clothes and shoes were gone.

The alarm clock next to Dean's bed told him it was 10:33am. Maybe Cas was downstairs, Dean reasoned with himself, barely believing it. He dragged himself up out of the bed and headed downstairs and found Sam in the kitchen.

"Hey Dean, want some coffee?"

"Yeah. Hey, uh, is anyone here?" Dean hedged, he didn't want Sam to know he had his freaking psychology professor spend the night if he hadn't seen him.

"No, you expecting someone?"

"Nah"

Sam handed Dean a steaming black coffee and he headed back upstairs to his empty bed.

Dean sat there for ages thinking about what had happened the night before, thinking about what a mistake he had made. He never invited people back to his. He went to their houses and snuck out early in the morning before they woke. He never realised what it felt like for them, but now Cas had turned the tables on him.

By the time Dean had finished drinking his coffee, he had put the events of last night down to a drunken mistake. He liked women, anyway, he told himself over and over. Despite telling himself that, he still felt horrible and decided to spend the day in bed.

Sam had noticed Dean was acting strange but honestly couldn't be bothered to find out why. Dean had never been one for talking anyway, saying he hated chick-flick moments, so Sam let him be.

He was immersed in studying when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

- Unknown number –

Heya kiddo its Gabriel. Come over at 7 tonite, 24 turley way J

- Sam –

Thanks , cya then J

Gabriel was expecting Sam over in the next hour and had just finished tidying up the townhouse he and his brother shared. He didn't usually bothering doing this before people came over, but Sam seemed like the type of person who was really neat and Gabriel wanted to make a good impression.

His brother, Castiel, had been locked up in his room all day after arriving home around 7am, looking like absolute hell. It was extremely unlike him to stay out all night, and Gabriel had planned on questioning him but after seeing the bad mood he was in he decided to leave it be.

Gabriel walked into Castiel's room to find him curled up in bed.

"Hey bro, hope you don't mind but I invited someone over tonight. You'll like him, seems like a bit of a nerd"

"Gabriel I do not care, you've made me a third wheel to your dates enough times."

"Whoa, it's not like that. He's just a friend."

"Really?" Cas sat up in bed to look at his brother questioningly. "Since when do you invite 'Just friends' over on a Saturday night?"

"Since I don't even think he's into men. Plus, I found out he's Mike and Luci's new intern, thought the guy could use a fun night."

"The new intern? I do believe that I met him last night. Monstrously tall with floppy brown hair?"

"Uh, yeah, that's him. Look he doesn't know I'm related to them, Cassy. This is going to be mega awkward when he sees you"

"Gabriel that is your own fault for not telling him"

"Whatever, I'll tell him tonight okay"

"I am feeling unwell anyway, I shall be staying in my bed tonight. Perhaps you should use this opportunity to tell him without the shock of him seeing me first"

"Are you sick or something?"

"Yeah… or something"

"What happened Cassy?" Gabriel sat down on the corner of his bed

"I made a mistake last night, Gabriel. I let my emotions get the best of me and now I am in a much compromised position"

"And did that mistake involve you sneaking home early this morning?"

"I had hoped you hadn't noticed me this morning. But yes, I spent the night at a student's house"

Gabriel stared at his brother with a look of pure shock on his face. Castiel was such a goody two shoes, he never thought he would have been one of those professors to cross the fine line between student and teacher relationships. Not to mention Cas never hooked up with anyone, not after getting his heart broken by Meg, his ex-fiancée 5 years ago.

"How is that a mistake? That's awesome, you got some!"

"Gabriel, he was my student!"

"So? Wait… it was a guy?"

Castiel's face went white.

"There's nothing wrong with you liking a dude Cassy, I just didn't see it coming" Gabriel backpedalled quickly.

"I must admit I did not either. We just seem to be drawn to each other. But I left this morning without saying goodbye or leaving a note or anything Gabe. I just panicked. So it's not like he would want to see me again anyway."

"Okay well that probably wasn't the smartest move, but if you really want to see him again just explain what happened "

"What if he doesn't want to see me again?"

"Didn't you just say that you were drawn to each other? Trust me bro, if you don't do this you'll regret it later"

"Okay, I will try and speak to him on Monday"

Dean wouldn't drive Sam to Gabriel's house and refused to let him borrow the Impala, so he had to walk. He found himself stopped outside the grocery store debating in his mind whether he should bring something or not. Sam decided it was the polite thing to do, but what the hell should he bring? He didn't know if Gabriel liked wine, flowers were too girly and might give the wrong impression, so he settled on a box of fancy chocolates. Everyone liked chocolates, right?

The walk was pleasant enough – the air was cool and crisp and it turned out Gabriel lived in a very nice part of town. He arrived at a row of expensive townhouses, and started looking for number 24. It turned out to be the grandest, most expensive looking house on the street. Damn, how the hell does a guy working in a coffee shop afford this?

Sam walked up to the front door and before he could even ring the bell, the door was whisked open to reveal Gabriel standing on the front step wearing jeans and a red button down shirt. He smelled vaguely of cinnamon and Sam found himself inhaling just a bit deeper to catch it.

"Hey Sam, come on in" Gabriel ushered him in past the door before his eyes widened "Are those chocolates? For me? Oh boy!"

Sam laughed and handed the box to Gabriel before taking in his surroundings. The townhouse Gabriel and his brother shared seemed to be even bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. It was tastefully decorated and had a cosy feeling for such a vast space.

Gabriel led Sam in through the front foyer and into the kitchen.

"Your place is amazing" Sam said looking at his surroundings, suddenly thinking of how he could never invite Gabriel over to his own house without embarrassment.

"What, this old place? Eh, it's nothing special. I'll give you a tour later" Gabriel said pouring them each a glass of red wine. "My brother's having some sort of life crisis so he won't be with us tonight"

"No worries, I'll meet him next time" Sam said before realising he made it sound like they'd do this often . Crap.

Gabriel just smiled at that comment though, and they soon lapsed into easy conversation about life. Sam found out that Gabriel had once worked in his family's business but left to open up his lifelong dream of running a coffee shop. He didn't mention where he got the money for his house from and Sam didn't ask.

Gabriel kept true to his word, the waffles were amazing, they completely blew Sam's mind.

They worked their way through the bottle of wine and were halfway through their second when Sam started to really notice Gabriel for the first time. They were sitting together on Gabriel's small futon and watching slasher flicks when Gabriel's knee brushed against Sam's. Gabriel didn't seem to notice, but Sam felt a small jolt run through him.

At the same time all of this was happening, thunder sounded outside and soon it began to rain heavily.

"Oh great, I'm walking home tonight" Sam groaned, dreading the cold rain outside.

"Oh no way am I letting you walk home in that Sammy! You can spend the night" Gabriel told him wiggling his eyebrows suggestively

Sam knew Gabriel was just joking around but he still felt butterflies in his stomach.

"Its okay man, I'm sure it'll clear up soon"

"No seriously, I will stop you walking out of that door myself. I'll let you have the spare room"

"Okay, if you insist, Gabe"

Gabriel smiled at him before turning back to the tv screen.

Dean was absolutely dreading going to his psychology class. He was considering dropping out and taking another unit, just to avoid seeing Castiel again, but he told himself he was stronger than that. He didn't need to run away from his problems, he could face them like a man.

He reasoned that if he could slip in amongst a large group of students, sit in the back corner and then be the first to leave it wouldn't be too awkward. And avoid making eye contact.

He thought his plan had worked, he was out the door and walking in the direction of his apartment when he heard Castiel calling his name.

Dean pretended he hadn't heard him and picked up his pace.

He heard running footsteps behind him and suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder.

"Dean if you could just stop for a minute, please" Castiel was breathless from running to catch up with him and his heavy breathing gave Dean a flashback to the night they shared together. "I just want to talk to you about the other night"

"We really don't need to talk about that"

"Dean, yes we do. Just not here, can we speak at your apartment?"

"Well okay, let's go" Dean sighed and they began walking in silence.

It wasn't the comfortable silence you would find between two friends, it was the kind of silence that seems louder than a police siren or crying baby. Dean didn't understand why Castiel was so adamant on talking about what happened. He obviously had regretted what happened between them and snuck out early because he didn't want to have to face Dean, but why talk about it now?

They reached the apartment and Dean fumbled for his keys before unlocking the door and stepping inside, ever thankful that Sam was out. He led Castiel into the living room and sat down on his favourite couch, Castiel sitting next to him.

"So" Dean said, dreading whatever Castiel was going to say.

"I just wanted to let you know why I left without saying anything" Castiel began before Dean cut him off.

"Cas I get it, you don't need to explain. We were both drunk and made a mistake, we should just forget about it okay?"

"Oh" Castiel looked shocked. "Right, we can forget about it. Thank you for your time, Dean, I will show myself out"

Castiel hurriedly stood up and rushed out through the front door before silently cursing his brother for convincing him to go talk to Dean. Dean didn't want to see him outside of class again.