"And then you showed up and refused to shut up until you scared him off," Sam finished his story.

"Okay, first off: this is not my fault. I take the guilt for a lot of shit that I'm very questionably responsible for, but I am absolutely not to blame for this," Dean told his brother. "And second: you are a major dumb-ass."

"Why?" Sam asked, shooting Dean a bitch-face.

"You honestly don't understand why that just happened?" Dean asked skeptically.

"I honestly don't. If you do, then why the hell don't you explain?" Sam asked.

"I can't believe that you still haven't figured it out," Dean said, dragging his hand across his smirking face. "Gabe has been in love with you for god knows how long-"

"No, he hasn't," Sam cut in.

"Yes, he has," Dean emphasized. "That's why your 'how could anyone be happy in the friend-zone' speech ended with Gabe kissing you."

"Shut up." Sam repeated through gritted teeth.

"Did you kiss him back?" Dean asked excitedly.

"I said shut up!"

"You did, didn't you?"

"Dean, go away. I have to get ready for work." Sam said exasperatedly.

"Fine," Dean said raising his hands in a sign of innocence. "Maybe Gabe will be nice to me. But, you know, not as nice as he is to you."

Dean winked as Sam glared at him.

"Okay, I'm done," Dean said, exiting the room. "I'll leave."


Knock. Knock. Knock.

"I know you're in there."

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Gabe, open the door or I'll kick it down!"

There was a click as the door was slowly opened. Gabe glared at Dean, then retreated into his apartment with the door left open.

Dean took this as an invitation and followed his friend inside.

"He hates me, doesn't he?" Gabe asked sullenly.

"No, he doesn't," Dean answered. "It's Sam. Do you honestly think that you can get rid of him that easily. If you just go talk to him-"

"No. I can't," Gabe interrupted. "I made some stupid mistake and I'm not bothering him and making things even more awkward unless he comes and tells me himself that he can get past this."

"So what, you're just throwing out your entire friendship? Nice, Gabe. Real fucking nice," Dean said rolling his eyes.

"That is not fair," Gabe retorted angrily.

"No, it's not," Dean said judgmentally. "And you can't just avoid him for the rest of your life, he's my brother. I live at his place, for god's sakes!"

"Just leave me alone," Gabe said in a tone of self-pity.

"No, as your best friend it is my job to talk some sense into you. Even when you don't want to hear what I have to say," Dean insisted.

"Actually no, it isn't." Gabe argued. "You're supposed to make me feel better, tell me that I didn't just make a complete idiot out of myself."

"You didn't make a complete idiot out of yourself," Dean told him. "You finally manned up and kissed him. That's not stupid, that's braver than I am.. And okay, maybe a little dumb kissing your straight friend... But you'd be a complete idiot if you let that ruin everything. If you just decided to ignore him from now on just to avoid a little awkwardness."

"Yeah, but it would be more than a little awkwardness," Gabe responded. "It's not like I accidentally ruined his favourite shirt or lost one of his books. I kissed him after he made a speech about the friend zone. There's no getting out of this easy."

"From what I remember there was no getting out of those things easy either," Dean argued. "But he got over it and you two were fine again. And now they're being used as examples of easy arguments to get out of."

"Because this is so much worse," Gabe insisted.

"No, because now that they're over, those fights seemed so pointless. How do you know that this won't end up being like that?" Dean asserted.

"I'm sure that this isn't," Gabe replied. "Look, can you just go?"

"That depends, are you mad at me?" Dean asked.

"No," Gabe answered honestly.

"Good, then I'm gone," Dean said, leaving Gabe on his own.

The door shut and Gabe whispered, "I'm just mad at myself."


Cas was sitting in his office, wondering what he was going to do about his ridiculous feelings about Dean, when his phone vibrated in his pocket.


From Anna:

Do you want to do something after you get off work?

From Cas:

What were you thinking of?

From Anna:

Well I know that you'll refuse anything fun that I offer, so you decide.

From Cas:

I will not refuse anything fun.

From Anna:

Then how about the bar?

From Cas:

On a Monday night?

From Anna:

Buzzkill.

From Cas:

How am I a buzzkill just because I don't enjoy the idea of being hungover at work tomorrow?

From Anna:

Ugh, how about a movie?

From Cas:

Sure, but I still don't understand how I'm a buzzkill.

From Anna:

Buzzkills never do.


Cas glared down at his phone for a few minutes, then resumed his work. About ten minutes later, his phone buzzed again.


From Dean:

Today has turned into total suckage.

From Cas:

What happened?

From Dean:

I'm stuck in the middle of some stupid drama and now nobody wants to talk to me.

From Cas:

I do.

From Dean:

Thank you, Mr. Cheesy-Pants.

From Cas:

No problem, it's true.


A/N: Read and review please! Sorry this chapter is so short and took so long! School's almost over, so I should have more time soon :) Thanks for reading everyone!

A infinitely big thanks goes out to the reviewers of last chapter: Mirabilem Electo, darkphoenix2345, nonsolumsedetiam, DreamBiggerDarlngAE, EvilGeniusBookWorm13, kissacazador, firgodes7, kittenguts, Serethiel96, and Destiel lover