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Dean storms out of the room stepping into his pants on the way to the bathroom, he does his usual morning routine and tosses on his shirt. Padding into the main room he sees Ash passed out on the coffee table with Jo unconscious, the TV on low. Dean ignores it, pleasantly surprised how little the damage was. All there was just a bunch of cups that needed to be cleaned up, he heads to the kitchen still a bit groggy as he pours himself some cereal.

He adds the milk and turns leaning on the counter, slightly shocked at the scene he missed on the kitchen table. Lying on his back on the kitchen table was Gabe, his pants around his ankles. Luckily he still had his boxers on. Dean just takes it in as he munches on his cereal, trying to ignore what happened with Cas as he broods.

Half way through his cereal Gabriel starts to twitch then sits up like he's Frankenstein's monster. Dean eye's him warily, masticating another bite of lucky charms.

"You owe me a new table," Dean calls around his half chewed food.

"Wha?" Gabe turns, blinking confusedly at Dean.

"You fucked your whore, where I eat my meals."

"Gem is a saint," he mumbles, just now realizing that she's MIA.

"Ya, she's a real mother Teresa," He rolls his eyes as he puts the bowl in the sink.

Gabe finds a note tacked onto his shirt, smirking to himself, "Laugh all you want Dean-o, but I got her number."

"So does half the male population here," Dean starts making coffee, "And the bathroom stalls."

"Where's my bro?" He asks hopping off the table awkwardly and redoing his pants.

"He's on the floor in the bedroom," He replies tersely, "Apparently dying."

"A lovers' quarrel?" He asks pretending to be interested.

"Don't you have someplace to be?" Dean glances at him.

"Not before my coffee," he smirks, looking through the fridge.

Dean sighs, opening one of the over head cabinets and pulling out the foil pack of the chocolate fudge poptarts and handing it to the little man.

"Thanks, ma' bitch!" He nods, sitting on the counter while the coffee brewed. "So… not like I care, but what's eatn' you? Is it that psycho bitch?" Gabe stuffs some of the pastry in his mouth, "Because don't worry about that, Jo and I worked it out," he's eyes twinkle mischievously.

"It's none of your business," Dean crosses his arms.

"My brother is my business." He states around a mouthful.

"That's rich," he mocks sardonically.

The coffee maker beeps and Dean procures enough mugs for everyone still in the apartment. He hands one to Gabriel as he pours another.

"Take this to your business," Dean orders the small man as he refers to Castiel.

"Aren't you his French-maid?" Gabe gripes jumping off the counter and going to deliver the mug of dark liquid.

He pours a cup for himself and Jo and heads back to the sofa, nudging her awake and offering the hot coffee.

"Thanks, Dean." Jo states hoarsely, sitting up and grabbing the mug and breathing in the aromatic steam.

Dean sits down next to her, Jo placing her legs over his lap as he turns up the volume on the TV.

"I think the party went well," Jo murmurs yawning, "Thanks for that." She smiles.

"No problem," He replies shortly.

"Is Cas doing all right?" She asks over the top of her mug as she takes a sip.

"He'll live," Dean keeps watching the TV.

Gabe emerging from the bedroom, "Was he always so bitchy?" he asks the air in a huff. "I understand having the mother of all hangovers, but fuck." He leans against the wall.

"I dunno, Gabe. Probably just the drugs talking," Dean says in a dead tone, as he sips idly from his mug still pretending to watch the show that's on.

"Whatever," he shrugs, "I'm heading out, I got a deadline for Monday." Gabriel heads toward the door.

"You still owe me a new table," Dean calls receiving no answer as the front door slams shut.

"FUCKING GABE!" They hear Cas shout from the bedroom.

A heavy silence falling over the two friends, until Jo decides to break it, "You gunna tell me what that's about or am I gunna have to beat it out of you?"

Dean doesn't reply for a beat, Jo watching him patiently. "Cas is," he sighs really not wanting to talk about this shit, "he's not taking care of himself and its frustrating."

"We're young," Jo offers, "We're kind of supposed to learn from our mistakes."

"That's a dangerous motto," He admits tiredly, "At least for Cas… It's like he's playing with fire."

"I see," she nods looking intently at her coffee. "He know how much it bugs you?"

"I don't think he cares."

"Dean Winchester!" Jo chides him, "You are a lot of stupid things, but a pussy!" she shakes her head, "I never thought I'd see the day," She rolls her eyes before she glares sternly at him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He asks in genuine confusion.

"You need to fucking talk to him, that's what I'm talking about Dean." Jo sighs exasperatedly. "If you don't tell him, he won't know." She places her pale hand on his shoulder, "You two can convey a lot when you look at each other, but you can't do that with everything." Jo pauses for a beat, "I know how much you abhor dealing with feelings, but…"

"He's the one who never tells me about it," Dean interrupts her, "He doesn't hide it per say, but he definitely keeps me in the dark."

"Well, wait till he's 100% first Dean." She orders him, "You can't corner him when he's down."

"He's always down," he sighs under his breath as they sit in silence again, Jo's words sinking into him.

"Maybe he just can't remember sober Castiel," she shrugs psychologically, "And it scares him."

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