Hello my lovelies. just want to say thanks to nerdchick394 for their great review. anyway heres the next chapter.

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Gabriel sat on the stool with his bottle of beer watching Dean Winchester sign for his brothers painting. Looking at him Gabriel had to approve. He was defiantly his brother's type, in the looks department at least. He sat there watching out of the corner of his eye as Dean took out the painting and he watched his response. He was glad to see that Dean seemed to appreciate the art work to the appropriate degree and as Dean went off with some tall guy who looked rather familiar he looked round at the bar, spotting the other paintings and strangely enough an open phone on the back of the bar which caused him to smirk. He ordered another beer and then he walked over to look at the paintings which were in his opinion some of the best work his brother had ever done. And when he was directly opposite the phone he spoke nice and loudly so if Castiel was on the other end he would hear him. With that done he smirked and walked to the pool table to look at the paintings down there.

When he got there he almost spat his beer all over the floor. Damn those paintings were good, but the true question he wanted answering was how the hell did Cassie know what Dean Winchester looked like without meeting the guy. He stood there his head swivelling between the painting and man, it was then that he realised that the new painting was of the tall guy next to Dean, yet Cassie had said it was someone out of those books he likes so much. At that thought Gabriel groaned. He hated reading but it seemed like he would be spending his weekend doing just that. He really didn't like mysteries. With that thought he pulled out his phone to see if he could download the Supernatural series and finished his beer. That done he walked out the bar as unobtrusively as he had appeared.

Sam returned from putting the new painting up and sat sown next to Jess at the bar, taking the beer Ellen offered before she walked away.

"You alright honey?" Jess asked. He didn't seem quite right. Sam downed half his bottle in one go and looked round the bar to see where Dean was at. He saw him over the other side of the room talking to chuck and Jason and he knew he was going to be gone a while. Even so he lowered his voice, not wanting anyone to overhear what he had to say.

"I'm worried about Dean." He finally said.

"Why? Is it because he got that artist to do a picture of you?" Jess asked. She wasn't sure what else it could be.

"No, at least not completely that. I'm still not sure about the guy but no. I'm more worried about where Dean got the money from to pay for the picture. I mean I know the bar isn't making enough for him be able to afford to commission a painting. Not mention where he got the money to buy the bar in the first place. For years he has always had the money that I needed but we didn't have it. I don't know where it comes from Jess and I'm worried. I thought that when he brought this place and moved then he would stop whatever it was he did and go straight, but he keeps buying things so I know he still has the money coming in. why can't he stop breaking the law? Doesn't he realise that he doesn't need to anymore? You and I don't need money and if he was a bit more frugal he would have all he needed from this place. I just don't understand." And with that Sam lowered his head into his hands and pushing them through his hair in frustration (oh Sam bless you. Don't worry you'll understand soon enough).

"What are you talking about Sam? I thought your father sent you the money you needed in college." Jess said confused. Sam never really talked about his parents, the only one he ever really mentioned was Dean.

"Yeah right. Dad can barely afford the bottle of whiskey he drinks every day." Sam responded sarcastically before continuing. "No the money came from Dean. Hell everything came from Dean. He basically raised me after our mum died. He was the one that made sure I was feed and clothed. He tucked me into bed at night and he was the one who took me to school and picked me up. He was more a parent to me than our dad ever was. He's looked after me all my life, I think it's time for me to do the same for him."

"Wait what are you going to do?" Jess asked somewhat fearful of what her future husbands actions would have on his relationship with his brother.
"I don't know. But he needs to stop with the illegal stuff." Sam responded frustrated with Dean.

"Okay well let's go sit at a table and talk about it okay?" Jess said reasonably hoping that she could persuade Sam not to do anything drastic.

"Sure." Sam replied with a tired voice getting up and following Jess to the back of the bar.

As they walk away Castiel lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and tried to think of what to do with this new information. He did not believe that Dean was doing anything illegal despites his brothers' arguments, he thought it more likely that the money came from the books. But how could he tell that to Sam. After all he didn't know Cas and Cas really didn't want to have to go through all the rigmarole of persuading someone else that he was trustworthy. As he was pondering this he heard somewhat past the phone. Someone whose voice he recognised.

"Ellen." He hissed.

Ellen was walking behind the bar putting away some glasses and singing softly to herself when she heard Cas hiss her name. It made her stop in her tracks, Cas never started their conversations, or ever really wanted to talk. Something wasn't right.

"Hey Cas. How's things?" she asked trying to be as casual as possible.

"I know you know how Dean gets his money. Sam is under the belief that it is from illegal means and I fear he will at best approach Dean about it and at worst inform the police. You need to stop him." Castiel replied. He didn't have time for social niceties and all that, he needed to help Dean.

"Okay leave it with me." Ellen replied straightening away from the bar and walking towards Sam's table and sitting down next to him without so much as a by your leave.

"Okay you listen to me Samuel Winchester. You brother is not nor has he ever been involved with anything illegal." She said not beating around the bush.

"What?" Sam spluttered not sure how to react to this.

"Did you ever truly question the name of this bar? Or the four paintings Dean had done?" Ellen said ignoring Sam's splutter.

"What does that have to do with anything?" He asked very confused now.

"Everything. Read the damn books Sam." And with that she got up and walked away leaving a very puzzled Sam with his mouth open behind her.

Ellen walked back behind the bar and as she walked past Dean's phone she whispered "It's done." Before turning to the customers she had.

In his studio Castiel relaxed when he heard Ellen's words. He may not truly know the woman but he did know she had Dean's best interests at heart. The problem was dealt with now he could relax, and with that thought and a smile he picked up his paint brush. He had the perfect idea of a painting.