Author's Notes: Hello. Here is a new chapter of my story. Sorry, it took so long for me to update this! I've been dealing with a lot of RL stuff. Hopefully, I can get back to updating on a more regular basis. Thank you for being so patient with me! Enjoy this new chapter! -C.E.C.

Chapter Four - A Meeting of the Sides.

After talking with Sam some more, the dark-haired angel made himself a vanilla caramel latte and poured the taller, flannel-clad newbie a cup of Malawi-blend black coffee with two sugar and a splash of cream. The two found a quiet table to set at, as Dean made his way over to them with a full plate of pie slices.

"That Gabriel guy is a genius…" The tall blonde mused happily, mouth full of pie. "Look at all of these, Sammy-boy!"

"I see, I see…" His brother responded. "Dean, this is Castiel… he owns the coffee shop."

"Oh, dude… Nice to meet ya…" the man retorted as he extended his hand, mouth still full. "This place is great…"

"I would hope so…" The café owner replied. "I owe my life to this place. Don't know what I would do without it, or my brother Gabriel…"

"Same here, man… I don't know what I would do without Sammy-boy here…"

"Dean, jeez… chick-flick it up…" Sam quipped.

"Hey, there… is this only a party of three, or can anybody join?" Gabe spoke up, as he approached the table, carrying a plate of smaller snacks with him, which he sat in front of Sam. "And, who might you be, handsome?"

"I'm Sam… I'm the brother of the guy whose face and mouth are full of pie right now…" The taller man answered.

"Gabriel…" the pastry chef stated suavely, extending his hand out. "But, my best customers and friends call me 'Gabe'… Macaron de pistache, mon cher orignal?"

"Umm sure, Monsieur… they look amazing…"

"Pourquoi merci…"

While his brother and the younger man spoke to each other enamored with each other's presence, Cas made his move back behind the coffee counter. He made sure to have a pot of prime Kenyan-AA coffee brewed and ready for just such an occasion as meeting new people, especially attractive ones such as Sam & Dean. He poured a cup and placed it on a saucer, before moving back to the table to see Dean finish his final piece of pie.

"Coffee, Dean?" Cas questioned softly, placing the warm beverage in front of the other man.

"Sure. Thanks, Castiel…" Dean responded, taking a sip of the warm java. "Wow… that's amazing, man. What is that?"

"It's coffee, Dean…" Sam quipped jokingly with a wink.

"I know its coffee, jerk… but, it has to be more than that, right, Cas?"

"No, he's right; it's just coffee, Dean," the dark-haired man retorted. "But, it's some of the best coffee brewed in this town... its signature Kenyan coffee."

"Oh…"

"What my brother means to say, Dean-o, is that the coffee pairs with the pie that you just wolfed down. The sweetness of the pie works with the sweetness of the coffee…" Gabriel explained in terms Dean could understand. "So, that's why you probably enjoyed it."

"Oh… Gotcha…"

"Well, gentlemen, we need to get back to work…" Cas spoke up suddenly. "Gabriel…?"

"Bro, I'm fine right here. You go 'head and scurry back to your java joint. I think Sam and I should get to know each other better… Macaron d'amande ou café macaron, mon cher bûcheron?"

"Ummm whichever one you like, Gabe…"

"Both taste exquisite on your tongue… here, try a little bit of both…"

Gabriel placed a little bit of both cookies in Sam's opened mouth, disgusting both of their brothers.

"Ugh, get a room, you two…" Dean murmured. "Its chick-flick central in here right now…"

"I agree…" Cas added, before moving away from the table. "Well, Dean, it was a pleasure meeting you. Sam, the same to you…"

"Leaving already, man? You wine me and dine me, and now, you gonna leave me? What kind of date is that?"

"We were on a date?"

"It's just a joke, Castiel…"

"Dean, just leave him alone… we hardly know him…" Sam muttered between bites of the sec petits fours still on the platter before him. "Don't be a bitch already…"

"I'm not being a bitch, Samantha… pull your panties out of your ass for once. Castiel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act like that to you. I hardly know you…"

"It's quite alright, Dean. Gabriel acts much the same, so I'm used to it."

"Hey now!" Gabe piped up. "Low blow, little bro!"

"Whatever. Before things get even worse, I'm leaving… Goodbye, Sam. Goodbye, Dean. Gabriel, go back to your bakery…"

"Bye, Castiel…" Sam responded back with a smile and a wave, as the man walked away.

The taller man turned back to his brother and chided him, "Dude, you're being rude. You gonna tell him 'goodbye' or what?"

"Naw, goodbye is too formal and final, Sammy…" Dean retorted. "I'll tell him 'see ya later' before we head out…"

Sam shook his head in shame; his older brother knew better than to be a jerk to someone he hardly knew. He liked Castiel and his brother, Gabriel… especially his brother Gabriel. His golden hazel eyes seem to seep a little bit into his soul as they spoke to each other. And, the man could bake a mean petits four platter, which Sam quite enjoyed.

"So, what do you think of my brother, Dean-o?" Gabe wondered lightly. "Any sparks falling yet in that cranky soul?"

"He's not my type…" Dean grumbled, finishing his cup of coffee. "I'm not interested…"

"Like hell, he's not, Dean!" Sam exclaimed, exasperated by his older brother's unwillingness to confess his true feelings. "Castiel is pretty great. You have to admit that…"

"I'm not admitting anything. Like you said, Samantha, we hardly knew him…"

"Maybe we should all go out?" Gabriel announced. "I mean, to get to know each other, for one; and for two, to give you two a tour of Lawrence…"

"We already know about Lawrence, so no tours…"

"We grew up here…" Sam muttered softly to his new friend. "But, going out as a group wouldn't be half-bad… we don't know anyone our age here anymore. So, maybe we could go out for dinner or for drinks sometime?"

"Dunno about my little bro and your big bro though, Sammoose, so perhaps it could just be me & you?"

"It could be…"

"Oooh, playing hard to get, Sam… I like that…"

"God, can you guys stop with the girly talk already? We need to get going, Sam…"

"Already? We just got here, man…" the younger brother responded.

"I could give him a ride home, if you'd like to leave, Dean-o…" Gabe stated with a smile. "No charge whatsoever… I promise…"

"I bet."

"Quick with the one-liners there, eh, Dean-o? I promise I'll be nice to your brother. Trust me…"

"Trust you? Meh… I already know you. Come on, Sammy… we gotta get groceries, 'member?"

"You can do that by yourself, can't you, Dean? You don't need me for that…"

"Fine… then, I'm getting a shit-ton of red meat and greasy condiments and no vegetables!"

"Awww, come on, Dean… you know I hate greasy stuff…"

"Sounds like you need to go then, Sammy Pants…" Gabriel piped in. "We can talk another time… I promise. Dean, it was nice to meet you. Samuel, a genuine pleasure…"

With that, Gabriel kissed the top of Sam's hand and walked back to his bakery, allowing time for Sam to admire his hind-end in his tight pair of blue jeans.

"You know he's only doing that to make you look at his ass…" Dean murmured in his usual tone.

"And, its working, Dean…" Sam replied, still staring in Gabriel's direction. "Be right back…"

"Awww, come on, Sammy…"

"Go and talk to Castiel, man… apologize for being a bitch…"

"I will, jerk… but, why not you got eye-fuck Gabe over there?"

"Cuz I'm not… now, go…"

Dean made his way swiftly to the coffee shop counter, only to be stopped by a perky blonde with a bright smile on her face.

TBC?

A/N: Who could the perky blonde be? Hmm... Stay tuned!