That day, after school, Dean went to the Novak's house… Mansion. Whatever. To see Anna. Not Cas. Anna. Yep. Because he wasn't a thirteen year old girl with a crush, and so he didn't need to be around his crush every minute of every day, and y'know what? He wasn't even thinking about him. Not at all. Nope. And he wasn't thinking of Cas as 'his crush', either.

He was pretty sure his own brain was laughing at him. It sounded suspiciously like Sam.

He quickly knocked on the door before his thoughts could get away from him. That was when he met number three Novak: Gabriel. Their meeting was almost as interesting as when Dean had met Cas. Gabriel covered him in water, then topped it off with flour, leaving him covered in a sort of doughy mixture.

Gabriel came racing around the corner, a huge grin on his face, which dropped as soon as he saw his newest victim. "Oh. Crap. Anna's going to kill me." He ran up to Dean, trying to brush Dean off, but only managing to smear it and rub it into Dean's clothes. "Sorry Dean-o, I thought you were my little bro."

"What did you think was me, Gabriel?" Cas asked from the kitchen.

"I thought Dean was you, and he kind of…" He gestured to Dean. "Got splattered." He shrugged, as Cas came into Dean's view.

Cas sighed, gesturing for Dean to come in, ignoring Gabriel completely. "Anna's not home yet, and you look like you need a shower." He sent one more glare in Gabriel's direction, leading Dean up to the bathroom, where they had first met, Dean noticed. "Just… Stay here. You can borrow some of my clothes."

Cas walked into his bedroom, which Dean remembered from Anna's tour and came back a few minutes later with a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He handed over the clothes. "A word of advice for next time… Use the backdoor. Gabriel prefers to set up his pranks on the front, ever since he got Michael by accident."

Dean wasn't sure how that made sense, exactly, but Cas obviously knew his stuff, since he seemed to be Gabriel's number one target, so he nodded in thanks and walked into the bathroom, hearing, "by the time you finish, Anna should be home. Just go downstairs, I'll tell her to wait for you," just before he closed the door.

It was big, was his first thought after he closed the door. It was probably just short of the size of his bedroom at home. And his bedroom was the biggest room in the house. Dean had already confirmed for himself that the Novaks were definitely as loaded as everyone said they were, if not more, but they didn't flaunt it. Dean respected that.

Ten minutes later, Dean stepped out of the bathroom. He'd found Gabriel's mixture in areas that he'd rather not mention, but it had taken a bit of scrubbing to make sure it was all gone. He raced down the stairs, finding Anna waiting on the couch for him, giving him a sympathetic look. Cas had obviously told her, since Dean seriously doubted Gabriel was going to.

"Sorry about my brother," she said standing up to meet him. "He may be older than Cas and I, but he doesn't act it." She tilted her head up slightly to kiss him, which Dean had no complaints about, except for Gabriel happened to walk past on his way to the kitchen and wolf whistled. Dean rolled his eyes, adjusting to having Gabriel in the house surprisingly easily. Anna just looked pissed, and was sending a glare over Dean's shoulder that didn't bode well for the older Novak later. Cas, Dean noticed, seemed to have made himself scarce.

Anna took his hand and lead him up the stairs, a call of 'no funny business up there, kids!' following them up. Dean couldn't help but chuckle. Anna's room was at the opposite end of the hall to Cas', which Dean only knew because he could hear music coming from one of the other room's, and since it wasn't Gabriel, it had to be Cas.

What surprised him the most, though, was that it was music he recognised. He couldn't believe that Castiel was like his type of music. But there he was, standing outside Anna's room, listening to the music that he could only just hear coming from the youngest Novak's bedroom. "Cas likes ACDC?" Dean asked with a frown.

Anna shrugged. "Sure. He's into all that sort of music. Mum used to like it, believe it or not. He found all her old CD's and records and stuff and fell in love with it. I don't mind some of it, but it's not really my style, same with the rest of my brothers. My brothers prefer Dad's type of music." Dean knew that Anna was a pop girl. Top forty hits, kind of thing. And although he wasn't one to judge, and he could live with it, he was pretty sure if he heard one more Brittany Spears song, he'd go insane. It was a sad statement that he evenknew that name.

"Huh… He didn't mention that," Dean murmured, walking in to the room after Anna, closing the door behind himself.

Anna raised an eyebrow at that. "Which brings around my next question," she said, turning to face him, not looking mad or anything, just vaguely amused. "I heard you actually turned up to History today." Everyone knew Dean didn't turn up to History. He did his homework and everything; he was passing, only just but still. He didn't see why he should have to sit through listening to that cranky old, sarcastic, British asshat rattle of dates that he didn't give a damn about.

Yeah so?" He replied, maybe just a little too defensive to be normal, but if Anna noticed, which Dean would bet that she did, she didn't comment.

"And sat down to my little brother." Yeah, Dean couldn't say he wasn't expecting that to spread pretty quickly. But Anna continued before he could say anything else. "Look Dean, I'm not going to go all jealous girlfriend on you or anything. I don't want to keep you completely to myself, you're allowed to be friends with other girls, or my brother if you want to. You can be friends with whoever you like, right? Just… Castiel isn't great with people, he's not bad, he's just not great. He doesn't let people in very often. Don't hurt him, okay? Don't lead him on."

Dean had to admit, Anna was kind of awesome. He nodded. "Yeah. Got it. Don't worry." He smirked, leaning down to kiss Anna slowly, smirking slightly. "Y'know, that's almost the same talk he gave me about you."

"Yeah, well I'll take care of that later," she murmured, pulling Dean towards her bed. Dean was okay with that.

They were almost at her bed (Dean had never thought a bedroom could be so damn big) when Gabriel's voice sounded from outside the door. "It's gone very quiet in there, kids!"

"I'm going to kill him," Anna growled, pressing one more kiss to Dean's lips, before running towards the door and all he could hear from his position on Anna's bed, laughing his ass off, was the sound of Gabriel running down the hall, then down the stairs with shouts of "I'm going to kill you, you immature little-" close behind him, and then ACDC being turned up, drowning them out.