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At the end of the night Dean sends everyone home and picks up his phone from the back bar with some trepidation. He had no idea of what conversations had been going on within its vicinity and he had no idea of what Cas now knew (he knows lots Dean, but not all. You know if that's helpful).
"Hey Cas, you still there?" He asked not sure if he wants to know the answer or not. He hopes Cas knows nothing.
"Yes Dean I am here." Came Castiel's reply in his usual emotionless voice.
"Okay cool. So um thanks for the painting it was great." Dean said somewhat awkwardly as he had no idea what the other man was thinking.
"You are welcome. Did the other like it as well?" Castiel replied with an innocent voice and a smirk on his face. He knew the answer to that question but it was obvious that Dean was keeping his career choice a secret and Castiel wouldn't be the one to break it (not yet anyway).
"Yeah they all thought it was great. But I'm sure you knew that, you were behind the bar after all." Dean replied with a smile at the thought that though Cas was there he was oblivious of anything that went on that didn't relate to him getting ideas for painting.
"I wasn't listening. I was painting." Castiel replied completely seriously. Proving Dean previous thought.
"Cool. So you want to talk or are you going back to painting?" Dean asked grabbing himself a beer and sitting in one of the booths.
"I am capable of doing both Dean." Castiel replied dryly adding some more colours to the canvas in front of him.
"Sure but you don't." Dean replied with laughter in his voice at the idea.
"Normally I would agree. But it seems you are the exception to the rule." Castiel said not completely with the conversation but enough so he can follow it.
"What? Are you painting now?" Dean asked, he was shocked by Cas' response.
"Yes." Castiel said smiling at the shock in Dean Winchesters voice. He liked it that he could shock the man.
"Okay so do you want me to go-" Dean started to say reluctantly. He really didn't want to.
"No" Castiel snapped in reply, his voice holding anger at Dean for such a suggestion.
"Okay, okay I'll stay." Dean said in a placating voice with a smile on his lips.
"Thank you." Castiel responded grumpily as if he didn't really want to say it but felt he should.
"So what do you want me to talk about?" Dean asks leaning back in his seat and settling in for a night of telling stories. Before Castiel could think of an answer though he hears the door of Deans bar open and he hears a cough.
Sam walks into the closed bar and looks around for his brother. He finally spots him in one of the back booths on the phone. Though who he could be talking to at this time of night was anyone guess (not ours cos we already know), not that Sam cared that much he needed to speak to Dean. Sam coughs to get his attention.
Dean looks up at his brother trying to decipher the look on his face and realises that Sam has come to have the talk. The one about money that they haven't had in the last 10 years.
"Hey Cas? My brothers just arrived and I think he needs to talk to me so can I call you back?" Dean says into his phone not taking his eyes off his brother.
"Of course Dean." Castiel replied hanging up his phone. He thought he knew exactly what Sam wanted to discuss with Dean, not that he was going to say anything.
Dean looked down at his phone when Cas had hung up. At least he kinda said bye first this time. It was defiantly progress. And he was stalling. With that thought he turned to his brother.
"Hey Sam. I thought you and Jess left ages ago. What brings you back?" he asked with a cheerful voice, pretending he had no idea of what Sam wanted. Maybe if he could put him off he would forget all about it (wishful thinking Dean).
"We did but I thought I would like to talk to you and I couldn't seem to reach you on the phone." Sam said pointedly, he had been trying to contact his brother for the last hour, only getting the busy signal every time he rang. At least he now knew why, what intrigued him (not enough to get him of topic but defiantly something for later) was the fact that his brother blushed slightly at that. Umm may this Cas is his new girlfriend? (close but no cigar Sammy) Anyway back on topic. "So I thought I would come round."
"Okay so what do you want to talk about?" Dean asked gesturing for Sam to take a seat as he got up to get his brother a beer.
"Well tonight Jess decided to go to bed early." Sam said raising his voice watching his brother walk to the bar.
"Okay." Dean replied. He was confused. What had that to do with anything? With a puzzled look he sat back down handing his brother his beer.
"Don't you want to know what I did?" Sam asked with the raise of an eyebrow taking the beer. It sounded like a trap to Dean but he couldn't think of any way to get out of it so he said.
"Um yeah sure, what did you do Sammy?"
"I read." Sam replied throwing the first book of the Supernatural series on the table in front of his brother. Dean stared down at the book not touching it and took a swig of his beer.
"So what did you think?" Dean finally asked trying to smile like he didn't care about the answer.
"I think my brother is a lying jerk." Sam replied leaning back in the booth and drinking his beer.
"Better than being a self-righteous bitch." Dean replied with a smirk causing Sam to groan and put his hand other his eyes.
"You knew?" he asked timidly looking out from between his fingers at his older brother who was openly laughing now.
"Course I did. I raised you. You can't kept anything from me." Dean replied with another smirk.
"Sorry Dean. I didn't want to think that was how you were getting the money but I couldn't think of any other way you could be getting it." Sam said nervously peeling of the label from his beer bottle. He sounded just like he had when he was little and he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have, and Dean remembered why he could never punish his brother.
"I know. I found it quite amusing for the first few years." He smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. It was time for all the truth to come out now so he continued. "Until that was that you stopped taking the money."
"Hey if I'd known you got it writing chick-lit I would have-" Sam replied defensively before Dean interrupted him.
"Not chick-lit Sammy, fantasy." He growled at his brother. He did not write chick-lit thank you very much.
"Yeah right whatever you say Dean, but don't forget I've read them now." Sam replied back folding his arms and smirking at his brother who just glowered at him.
"Only the first one." Dean finally mumbled when he saw his brother wasn't going to back down.
"Is that where the money came from?" Sam asked suddenly serious. He had lots of questions for his brother, but this was the one that stuck in his head the most.
"What money?" Dean asked. There had been a lot of it over the years.
"My inheritance that helped me set up my practise." Sam replied.
"I might have made the sum a bit more than it actually was." Dean answered looking down at the table and drawing circles with the condensation from his bottle.
"By how much?" Sam asked warily. That money had always seemed somewhat suspect to him but the paper work was all legit.
"80-90%?"Dean said in a questioning tone.
"Bloody hell Dean." Sam exploded. That was a hell of a lot of money his brother had given him. How much did he actually have left for himself?
"Listen Sam, I have more than enough moolah for the both of us for the rest of our lives. And now Ash is insisting on investing it or something, anyway he claims he can make me even more sooo, there really is no need to worrying about money again." Dean explained, knowing his brother wasn't pissed at him for giving him the money but that he thought he had given him all of it.
"Why did you buy a bar if you don't need the money?" Sam asked confused with his brother.
"I may not need the money but I do need the company," Dean said then smiled as he added "and the inspiration."
"So you got your inspiration for your new book from here?" Sam asked waving his hand around the bar as if he couldn't quite figure it out. From what he had read in the first book, this wasn't really the place to get inspiration for the Supernatural series.
"Yeah something like that." Dean said softly, thinking back to the day Castiel unintentionally gave him his latest plot idea.
"Cool okay well I'd better go. Oh hope you don't mind but I have to tell Jess about your pen name okay? You know it's just we don't have secrets." Sam said seeing his brother had a faraway look in his eyes and guessing that he wanted to do some writing or something.
"It's fine Sam. Night." Dean replied as his brother stood. He was itching to get back to his phone call with Cas.
"Night Dean." Sam responded but he was pretty sure his brother didn't hear him as while he was going out the door he heard his brother say "hey Cas sorry about that you know what brothers are like." This caused him raise his eyebrows and wonder once again just who Cas was. Maybe he would ask Ellen? She did seem to know everything. (See even Sam has realised this now).