Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
Thank you everyone who reviewed the last chapter!
"You are not going to screw the manager," Raphael frowned at Gabriel. "Is he?"
"If you keep acting this way, he might," Castiel rolled his eyes. "What are you doing here, Raphael?"
"I came to bring you home, Castiel. It's time to stop searching for father," Raphael said.
"He. Is. Not. Dead," Castiel hissed. His hands clenched into fists. He glared at his brother. He was pretty sure that he was shaking visibly but it didn't matter to him. Their father was a touchy subject. He had started the Novak business, which most of his brother had gone into. Michael and Zachariah had practically jumped for the opportunity. Uriel had accepted calmly. Raphael took care of foreign operations, Castiel was told, so he was unsure of why his brother was home. Gabriel had been apart of the company at one time but then he created his own company to piss Michael off. Anna had ran for the hills. Jimmy met Amelia and had fallen in love, and started his own life. Castiel had been apart of the company for a little while and then their father disappeared when the company started to fail. Castiel had left to go find him.
"After all this time searching for him and you still don't belive me or any of your other brothers?" Raphael asked. "Why would I lie to you, Castiel?"
"There's no proof that he's dead!" Castiel shouted.
"He left us, Castiel. He might as well be dead. There is no proof that he's alive," Raphael said. They stared at each other before Gabriel sighed.
"That's enough. Raphael, I didn't bring you here so you could fight with baby bro," Gabriel said.
"Don't try to mediate this, Gabriel," Castiel said. "Just leave, Raphael."
"You do not want me to go now, Castiel," Raphael warned. "And even if you bother changing hotels, I will find you."
"Maybe one day. But I'm not the little brother that has to be your bitch because you're older and I'm living under the Novak house anymore. I'm not your bitch anymore. Get out," Castiel said.
"You're not really changing hotels again, are you?" Gabriel asked.
"Maybe rooms," Castiel allowed.
"With Raphael around, I don't blame you," Gabriel said.
"Who said anything about Raphael being the cause?" Castiel asked, looking at Gabriel pointedly.
"Alright, I get it, I'm leaving," Gabriel said. "Eat a lollipop, Cassie."
"Do not call me Cassie," Castiel snapped, catching the lollipop as Gabriel laughed and shut the door. "Dicks."
Dean figured he wasn't going to see Castiel on the steps of the Novak home that morning. That didn't stop the disappointment from surfacing when he didn't see the blue eyed beauty. Instead, he saw the trickster, whom Dean was seriously beginning to dislike but would probably like if it weren't for all the pranks that he played on Dean.
But the man didn't look mischiveous today... he looked... pensive. And that bothered Dean. It put him on guard.
"Hey, Gabe," Dean greeted him cautiously.
"Hey yourself, Dean. Heard you and Cas were getting pretty freaky last night," Gabriel said with a smirk but Dean saw no hint of the usual mischief hiding in his eyes.
"Hey, we didn't do anything," Dean defended.
"I don't care what you did or didn't do. I need you to bring Castiel home," Gabriel said.
"Excuse me?" Dean asked.
"I need you to-"
"Who the hell do you think you are, boy?" and Dean found himself shoved against the brick wall by Uriel.
"Geez, Chuckles, I'm dating your brother. Don't you think this is wrong?" Dean asked.
"Do you think you're funny?" Uriel demanded.
"I think I'm adorable," Dean said.
"You were supposed to tell him to come home. I do not see him home-"
"Hey, I'm not your damned errand boy!" Dean spat.
"I told-"
"You say what you told me to do, I swear, I'll start swinging," Dean threatened. They glared at each other before Uriel pulled back and started laughing.
"I like you, boy. God help me, I really do," Uriel shook his head and walked into the house. Dean glared at him.
"Dick," Dean said. Gabriel laughed.
"Awww, come on, Dean. Don't you have a brother? Ever heard of 'letting it go'?" Gabriel grinned.
"Yes I have a brother. And no, I haven't heard of 'letting it go'. I'm the oldest. I'm always right. And apparently Cas doesn't know the saying either," Dean snapped. The grin faltered on Gabriel's face, leaving Dean to believe that he had hit a sore spot, but still pissed off at Uriel, he didn't care. "Here's your damned mail."
Gabriel watched Dean leave. He watched until Dean was coming out of the driveway until the next house when he got really bored. He went into the house, shouting, "Raphael, I'm taking your car!" before grabbing his brother's keys. He had his own car but Raphael's car blended in with the common public better. For once, Gabriel didn't want to be stared at, driving in some gorgeous fancy car.
He drove until he found a coffee shop. It wasn't the one he usually went to but hey, there came a time when coffee was coffee. No matter what it tasted like- not that Gabriel knew what that particular shop's coffee tasted like... but hey, coffee was coffee.
He had barely paid for his coffee when he ran into someone and found himself on the floor and the coffee on him and the floor.
"I'm so sorry!" Sam said to Gabriel. "Let me get napkins. Oh geez, I'm really sorry. I'll buy you another one... This isn't coming out..." Gabriel stared at the tall kid (and man, was he tall) and started laughing.
"What's your name, kid?" Gabriel asked.
"Sam," he said.
"Well, Sammy, help me up," Gabriel said. "What?" he asked when Sam frowned.
"Don't call me Sammy. Only my brother gets to,"
"Yeah, whatever, Sammy. Help me up," Gabriel said. Sam offered his hand and Gabriel took it, surprised at the force Sam used to bring him up.
"Look, I'm really sorry..." Sam said. "I'll buy you another one and I'll pay for the dry cleaning... Excuse me, miss-"
"Kid. Relax. How about you let me take you out and we'll call it even?" Gabriel asked. "Come on." Sam stared after him for a minute.
"How the hell is that 'even'?" Sam frowned before following Gabriel.
"What?" Castiel answered, more harshly then he meant to. He had barely slept at all that night. He was steamed from seeing Raphael still and he was in over his head. What was he thinking? Coming back without finding his father... Why the hell had he talked to Lucifer? Lucifer was a master at manipulation... freaking devil...
"Hey, Cas. It's Dean. Bad time?"
"No, I'm just tired," Castiel sighed. "Raphael decided to pay me a visit."
"Who's he?"
"My brother," Castiel said and then frowned when Dean didn't answer after a few seconds. "Dean? Are you still there?"
"Your brother is a teenage mutant ninja turtle?" And Castiel started laughing.
