Pairings: Dean/Castiel and Sam/Jess this chapter

Author's note: A lot of the angels appearing today so I made up this to hopefully confuse you less.

The ages of angel family kids are basically this:

Michael Novak (27), Raphael Novak (26), Lucifer Novak (25), Uriel Novak (25), Gabriel Novak (20), Balthazar Roche (18), Anna Milton (17 - twin), Inias Milton (17 – twin), Castiel Novak (17).

Not a lot of dialogue and a pretty uneventful chapter but I hope you like it anyway.

Oh, and Zavijah, I love you. ^3^ But, Imma gonna quote you now "It's easier to feel everything is perfect when behind a mask. Reality sucks"…did you like, do a Chuck and read ahead or something, cos I swear you just alluded to the upcoming conflict in this story. -_- Goodbye, surprise.

~Enjoy


D:u wanna meet up soon?

C: D, I've told you this before; I am not going to reveal myself to you.

D: calm down moody. i meant at the ii, theyre open now and we don't always have 2 go at night, you know

C:It's Sunday morning.

D: So?

C: So, I have church.

D: Pfft, who gives a crap. u could be basking in the great pleasure of my company

C?

Hey man, you haven't replied in a few minutes

C: The impala is the ugliest thing I have ever laid eyes on.

D: Dude! What the actual fuck?!

C: I sincerely hope you crash it into a ditch and it becomes so beyond repair that I will never have to lay eyes on that piece of junk ever again.

D: You're horrible!

What the hell crawled up ur ass?

C: You did.

D: I wish ;)

C: In a metaphorical sense, you assbutt.

D: I'll take what I can get. If that's metaphorically giving u the time of ur life, so be it.

But seriously, why the impala-slander?

What did my baby ever do to you?

C: It's not your baby that's at fault here, its owner is just the biggest asshole on the planet.

D: Ouch

C: You do not insult my beliefs or I will insult your baby. Are we clear?

D: As a bell. Sorry.

C: Reluctantly forgiven.

One more time and I will knock you unconscious with a bible.

D: Isn't that kinda blasphemous?

C:

The impala looks like a blind folded four year old's botched up attempt at art.

A mere glimpse of it makes me want to spew.

D: Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!


Michael went to church every Sunday. He didn't force his brothers to join him, especially after some old lady had attempted to beat Luci's head in when she had found out what his name was. Castiel would have happily joined Michael if he wasn't so cripplingly shy or if the congregation didn't want to pinch his cheeks, tell him how beautiful his big, angelic, blue eyes were and offer him dry, probably week old biscuits every five seconds. Even so, Michael always put on this helpless puppy dog eyes expression that made Castiel and Gabriel's will crumple and they usually tagged along with him.

Castiel always noted on his brothers' expressive faces and on many occasions he attempted to copy their expressions but he always fell short. Although he thought he'd gotten pretty good at the puppy dog eyes, but he'd only ever tested them on his brothers or D who he thought was a bit of a bias audience.

Castiel probably would have gone to church anyway and forced himself to sit through the undesired social contact, either that or he'd stay at home in quiet worship for a short while. Both he and Gabriel were Christian but it was really only Michael who was seriously religious. Lucifer was far out of the question. The rest of the family made up for their lack of religious vigour. Michael and all his cousins, aunts and uncles, with the exception of Anna and Balthazar, were so strictly religious it actually scared Castiel. They got a bit obsessive at times.

What kind of family names an entire generation of their children after angels?

Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel and Castiel were enough to be considered odd but it just kept going from there. Their father's younger brother had one child, Balthazar, an illegitimate child he had with his old British girlfriend. Balthazar had lived with his mother until he was thirteen and came as a surprise on their uncle's doorstep. The family hadn't been too pleased with that but Balthazar had quickly gotten close to Castiel in the short five years he'd been with them. Castiel's father had an older sister with two twin children: Anna (a nickname for Anael) and Inias. Castiel's other uncle and the eldest of his father's generation was Zachariah who had two adopted children: Raphael and Uriel since he never married but always wanted children of his own. He claimed it was because he was not a romantic type but Gabriel often joked it was because he was so dislikeable no one would stay with him.

Castiel disliked Zachariah's side of the family. Raphael and he hated each other's guts for some reason that they had forgotten a long time ago. Uriel and Cass had been friends all their early life, Uriel was Lucifer's age and the three were almost inseparable, but when Lucifer had started his war against their father, Uriel had sided with the rebellious blond. Castiel had to make a choice between the rest of his family or Luci and Uriel. Let's just say Uriel was less than pleased with his choice.

As Castiel entered the church, staying strictly a few metres behind where Gabriel and Michael were talking animatedly, he was tackled by a flash of red.

"Cassie! It's been so long!" Anna greeted him excitedly. She, Inias and their parents had been overseas for the past month and Castiel had barely talked to them in that time.

He hugged Anna tightly as her twin padded over quietly. "Castiel?" The timid youth smiled contently at Castiel. If either of them were more extroverted they may have hugged too, instead they gave each other a brief nod and a smile and that was more than enough. "You look…happy, Cass. Happier than I've seen you in a long time."

Castiel smiled at this as Anna begun inspecting him, grabbing his chin and manoeuvring his face side to side. "You're right, what happened Cass? Why're you all sunshine today?"

"He's got a booooooyfriend!" Gabriel commented in a sing-song voice as he popped up out of nowhere in typical Novak fashion.

Anna squealed in delight. "That's wonderful, Cass! Who is it? Do I know him?"

"It's not like that, Anna!" In all honesty Castiel didn't know if Gabriel was referring to Dean or D.

"Some Dean guy he goes to school with."

Anna blinked. "Dean? Like…Dean Winchester?"

"Yep, that's the one."

Anna raised her eyebrows and stuck out he lips, caught between shocked, impressed and worried. "Well that's interesting."

Castiel made sure to ask her about it later. Turns out Anna had been dating Dean for a short while last year but had broken up because he had fallen for someone else or something along those lines. She said he was a really nice guy deep down, once you get past all the external bullshit he puts on for show. Anna clicked her tongue and swore she thought he was a straight as they come.

Raphael had roughly interrupted them with a strong nudge of his elbow, gabbing deep into Castiel's ribs. The blow had winded the youngest of all the cousins and had sent him toppling right into Anna's arms. Michael, who had witnessed the interaction, practically ripped Raphael to pieces at that. Raphael was only a year younger than the oldest child but cowered like a baby under Michael's anger.

For some reason Michael always had a certain influence in their family that was rivalled by none. Even their aunts and uncles seemed to bow their heads to Michael. All their cousins looked up to him and followed his orders, with the exception of Anna, Castiel, Lucifer and, on some occasions, Balthazar. Sometimes the adults would refer to these four as the fallen angels due to their more rebellious than usual nature. Castiel had no doubt Lucifer was a huge cause for this.

Castiel kept an eye out for Sam and Mary Winchester, who were frequent church goers, but neither appeared that morning. Gabriel noticed his concern and pointed it out.

"No Winchesters today, huh?" He whispered to Cass during the middle of a hymn as the cerulean eyed angel scanned the hall. Michael glared at his youngest brothers but kept singing.

"Castiel shook his head and let his hand entwine with Gabriel's own. "No, there isn't."

"If you're that worried we could go around later." Gabriel gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "How about we bring some of that cake you and Luci made yesterday?" Castiel nodded.

When they had gotten home Castiel had diligently boxed up the uneaten cake as he listened in on Michael and Lucifer arguing in the living room, their yelling floated through the halls and to reached Castiel's ears in the kitchen with little strain. They didn't exactly have a volume button. Apparently Lucifer hadn't come home last night. Michael was lecturing him about responsibility and Luci was raging at him that he was an adult now and Michael should stop trying to be their mother all the time.

Gabriel and Castiel had snuck out quickly, not too eager to be in the line of fire but Castiel knew the shortest of the brothers would be home soon to make sure the oldest two didn't kill each other.

Last time they'd fought they had smashed the TV among other things. The two youngest shared the horrific memory of coming home to find shattered glass, china, and shards of wood everywhere in the chaotic aftermath of their fight. Michael and Lucifer were rolling on the floor in the living room, trying to bash the other's face in or rip their throats out. It had taken an intercepted right hook gone wrong for them to stop. Gabriel wouldn't stop complaining all week about the black eye he accidentally received from Michael.

Gabriel drove Castiel to the Winchester's home, barely a three minute drive away and had dropped him on the foot path. "Give me a call if you need anything!"

Castiel nodded and waved his brother off enthusiastically before he strolled up the blossoming path to the front door.


Sam's POV

Sam prided himself on being very observant. He liked sitting on the sidelines and just watching people. You'd be surprised how much people can give away when they think no one's listening in on their conversations. But it was the unspoken things Sam most loved finding.

He knew the lonely sixty year old with a lazy eye who lived a few doors down snuck out around 1am every Wednesday, spilling people's garbage around their lawns and blaming it on racoons (which hadn't been seen around here for years, mind you). He knew his mother had been seeing another man for the past three weeks. It was nothing serious, Sam knew, she still loved their father too much, she just needed the company and Sam understood that but if it were Dean he would explode so he kept it quiet. He knew the thirteen year old ballet obsessed girl next door had developed on major crush on his brother. He knew the thirteen year old ballet obsessed girl next door had developed on major crush on his brother.

He knew his brother had fallen in love with another guy at the masquerade club Sam had dragged him to barely six months ago and, thanks to his mother's insistence on bringing them to church, he knew the identity of this mystery boy.

Mary Winchester was perfect, or her sons believed so anyway. She was compassionate, generous and hard working. Every Saturday she baked half a dozen of her famous apple pies to give to the homeless shelter downtown. She often volunteered at their local church or retirement home. She always helped her boys whenever they needed anything and was the best role model anyone could ask for. And she did all of this while juggling the two jobs she had gotten ever since their father died and money had become tight.

Mary also dutifully went to church every Sunday. She never tried to force religion down her son's throats to which they were both extremely grateful for, but she did encourage them to join her. One Sunday, about a month or two ago, Sam had caved and gone with her although it was mainly because she had hurt her back at work and he wanted to help out in any way he could.

So when he'd seen Castiel Novak there, wearing the same trench coat C always wore, with the same body language and features C had, and with the name of an angel just like Dean had told him C and his brothers had, Sam knew what he'd stumbled upon.

They had met once or twice before this, just the odd interaction in the library or a polite nod as they passed each other in the halls. He was a nice enough guy and Sam had endeavoured to talk to him more. He liked the guy, he honestly did. He was weird and talking to him made you feel like you were going to grow a hernia but he had one of the most genuinely kind and sincere hearts Sam had ever seen.

And, of course, with such scrutiny of the older teen Sam had found out Cass had feelings for Dean too.

Dean loved Cass, whether he knew it or not, and Sam could tell C held similar feelings, whether he knew it either. He wanted his brother to be happy and if that meant being with Castiel, so be it.

So it was no surprise that Sam decided to become their personal little Cupid.

Sam had no idea how Dean hadn't figured it out yet. You'd think you'd notice if you passed by the love of your life every day, if you sat next to them five days a week. Even Sam's constant hinting hadn't helped.

The youngest Winchester had come home one day to find his older brother had hijacked his laptop and fifteen tabs were open to various websites on angels. Much teasing had followed; they wouldn't be Winchesters without it. After fighting through the bashful hesitation, Dean reluctantly admitted he was looking for C's real name and had asked Sam if he knew anybody who was named after angels.

Sam had blatantly listed the angels for each day of the week and Dean still had no clue towards the identity of his mystery angel. You'd think he would link Cassiel, the angel, to Castiel, the classmate with whom he'd been in the same grade as all of high school.

So Sam had snuck random snippets of information into conversation with Dean. Emphasising any link he made to Cass. He had even once straight up told Dean about the Novak family and alluded to the odd personality of the youngest brother, Castiel, in Dean's grade since forever, c'mon Dean. Still nothing.

He had asked Castiel to sit with Dean in class in the hopes that one of them would realise the other's identity.

He had suggested a new jogging route for Dean that he knew Cass walked along.

Hell, the youngest Novak had even visited the Winchester household when Mary had been too tired to attend church, dressed in attire Sam had previously seen on C and his brother still hadn't made the connection. Sam was beginning to think there was actually something wrong with Dean, nope, turns out his brother could just be an oblivious idiot for selective things.

Sam's long-term girlfriend, Jess, was staying over that day. She practically lived at the Winchester house now. Her mother was a nurse who worked the night shifts and her father was a successful, but perpetually working, businessman. This of course meant that either no one was home or no one was awake at the Moor household. It got lonely, and the Winchesters were the exact cure for loneliness.

She was here so often that Dean even begun to treat her a bit like his own sister. They had a habit of that…accepting unrelated people as family members: Uncle Bobby as their surrogate father, Jess and Jo as sisters, Ellen as their aunt. The list went on.

Dean had even confided the whole C situation to Jess. It seemed like Dean and Castiel were the only idiots around here because Sam and Jess and pretty much anyone who had heard about their relationship knew who each member was. It was only the two members themselves who were oblivious to it.

"Do you think I'm doing the right thing, Jess? Not telling Dean straight up."

The pretty blonde smiled and tucked a lock of Sam's long brown locks behind his ear. "Yes," she planted a light kiss on his cheek, "telling him won't help him in the end. He should find out for himself. Giving him a bit of a push is a given though."

"You know it." Sam chuckled and kissed his girlfriend solidly on the lips.

"Ugh, I think I'm going to barf." Dean's voice carried from the open doorway. "Not in the kitchen, please!" He shielded his eyes as if the sight of his younger brother's romantic life would somehow physically harm him.

Sam stuck out his tongue. "Well maybe if you manned up and got together with C, you'd be the one smooching in the kitchen while we over-react and freak out over nothing."

Dean blushed at Sam's suggestion and threw a jelly bean at his brother. "It's more that I'm freaked out over how much hair is in this relationship. Doesn't it get too hot under all that fur?" He stuck his tongue out. "Jess, what happens when Sammy gets fleas?"

Jess giggled cutely at Dean's teasing. "I guess I've always liked giant shag carpets, we've got one in the den."

Her boyfriend stared at her aghast and in mock hurt. "You're going to skin me and turn me into a carpet?"

"Only if you've been bad." Jess cradled Sam's cheeks and nuzzled their noses together.

"Yep, definitely going to spew. Get outta here, you crazy kids."

Sam plucked the jelly bean off of his lap where it had landed and popped it into his mouth. "C'mon Jess," he beckoned between chews, "let's go to where all the civilised people are."

As they were leaving, Sam spun around to tell Dean one last pronouncement. "Oh, an Dean," the oldest turned his head slowly, "Castiel's in the living room." Sam winked at him and Jess giggled more as they slunk away from Dean's blushing, flustered form.

"I-it's not like that!" He yelled after them but still moved swiftly into the living room, eager to see Cass again.


This and the next chapter were originally together but it got too long so I had to chop it. I promise Dean's POV all of next chapter though. Oh, and…I can't believe I'm actually writing this, but…a love triangle between Dean, Cass and Cass. XD Yay for secret identities and how they can lead to really fucked up situations like that.

I really just want to write an entire chapter dedicated solely to the angel brothers…or maybe an extra side story for drabbles. I dunno, tell me what you think. :)

I really, really hope I get more reviews this chapter. The lack of reviews last time really demotivated me… :(

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