Castiel could sing like an angel. He had a stage presence that almost made Dean burn with jealousy.

The singer could dance like a stripper. His jeans were black, ripped at the knees and up the thighs. The denim hugged every curve of the man's body. It almost made Dean want to see what he looked like in the shower, water sluicing down his pale skin…

Dean shook his head and took a deep drink of his beer. It wasn't beer, really, as much as it was piss water.

Cas wore a sleeveless white tank to contrast his dark jeans. The fabric was taut across Castiel's torso. The singer slipped the mic back in the cradle as the guitarist broke into a riff. His shining blue eyes searched the crowd, flitting across faces until he made eye contact with Dean. Cas winked and wrapped his hand around the microphone. He nibbled slightly on his lip and tore his eyes from Dean's.

I fell into your eyes headfirst, headfirst

I drowned in your heart and it wouldn't get worse, get worse

I wish you didn't lie when you said this wouldn't work, wouldn't work

Dean took another drink. Surely Castiel was just grounding himself in his performance and needed something familiar. He could handle his liquor enough that he'd be sober after the show… hopefully.

The stool next to Dean scraped across the floor and distracted him from the performance. Dean set down his bottle and looked to his left. "Balthazar? What are you doing here?"

"Can't a man drink without asking his roommate?" Balthazar grinned. "Besides, look at that absolutely smashing man on the mic, eh?"

Dean felt the blood rush to his cheeks and took a drink to hide his flush. He slammed the bottle back on the counter. "If you swing that way, I guess."

"You just pretend to be straight. Don't think I didn't notice that you made this man sleep on our couch." Balthazar chuckled. He signaled for another glass of bourbon.

Dean rolled his eyes. "You're the gay one."

"So you totally wouldn't care if I bought him a drink?" Balthazar raised his eyebrows.

Dean shrugged. "No? He literally invited me here to have someone to drink with after the show."

Balthazar laughed and shook his head. "Oh, dear. He's been undressing you with his eyes for the past three songs, love." The blonde glanced at the black haired man on stage.

Castiel's hand flitting through his mussed up hair caught Dean's attention. As soon as the mechanic turned to look, he found himself trapped in Castiel's blue-eyed stare once more. The singer ran one finger up the underside of the mic and pursed his lips to kiss it. He leaned back and took a deep breath.

Helpless and broken we fight

The dark streak on a world so right

Keep your hand in mine

Let sunshine and darkness collide

Next to Dean, Balthazar let out a low whistle. "If you're not taking him home, I am."

Dean felt his mouth go dry and his eyes go wide. This was all a show, for cameras or stage presence or… something. That was totally friendly. Because Dean and Castiel were friends. Who were friends.

The wall of the guitar faded with a soft vibrato. Castiel threw a smile over his shoulder at his band and popped the mic off the stand. "You guys have been great tonight!" His voice was hoarse, a little more gravelly than before.

"If that's what he sounds like after a show, I can't wait to find out how he sounds after good sex." Balthazar punched Dean's shoulder. "Last time I'll offer to step back."

Dean licked his lips to return some moisture to them. "For real, man, he's all yours. I like boobs too much."

Balthazar shrugged. "Your loss."

Castiel blew a kiss to the crowd in the bar and slid the mic back onto the stand. He made eye contact with Dean one last time, smiling softly before turning to help his band mates pack up their equipment.

"He's flirting with you, Dean." Balthazar commented. "One last chance, love."

"You've said that like, three times now." Dean took a deep drink and finished his bottle.

They drank with a tense silence settled between them. It was only broken when Castiel leaned on the bar between Dean and Balthazar.

"That was great." Dean commented, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. Cas was glowing with his happiness and excitement.

Cas ran his fingers through his hair. "We did a new song tonight. I wrote it last week, and I'm really proud of the guys for pulling together to practice enough that it was show-ready tonight."

His friend's face was glowing with his adrenaline rush. Dean flagged down the bartender, a different guy than the other night, and ordered four shots of tequila. "I couldn't tell one of them was even new. You guys did great."

Castiel laughed while Dean divided the shot glasses between them. "Can you guess which one was the new one?"

Dean shrugged. "Not Void of Perdition."

Castiel shook his head. "Drink up." He pushed a shot towards Dean.

The mechanic sighed and downed the burning liquid. It stung his throat and up into his nose. "Shit!" Dean rubbed the sides of his nose. "I have no idea why you drink Cuervo."

Cas shrugged and downed his own shot. "Gets me drunk real fast."

"Burns like a bitch." Dean glanced over Castiel's shoulder and saw Balthazar watching every exchange like a hawk. A very British, douchey hawk, but a hawk nonetheless.

Castiel pushed the next shot towards Dean. "That would be a good song title. You get one more guess."

"It wasn't Broken Angel, either." Dean frowned.

Castiel wrapped his hand around the shot glass and slid it to Dean's hand. Dean went to take it, and his fingers brushed over Castiel's as he took it.

The singer smiled, his lips slightly parted. "Nope. Not Broken Angel. Drink, bitch!" He laughed, reaching for his own glass. They downed the shots together.

"It was Into Your Eyes!" Castiel declared. "Because FUCK ABBY!" He frowned and crossed his eyes. "My nose is cold."

"You're a lightweight." Dean chuckled.

Balthazar raised his eyebrows behind Castiel's shoulder. Lightweight? He mouthed.

"Hey, Cas, have you met my roommate?" Dean cleared his throat, pointing.

"Your roommate?" Cas turned to see Balthazar. "Hi. 'M Castiel."

"Balthazar." Dean's roommate reached over to steady a swaying Castiel by his shoulder. "You have a wonderful stage presence."

If Dean was a girl, he'd be head over heels for Balthazar's exotic English accent. Castiel seemed entranced by it.

"Thank you. I love to be up there and singing, you know?" Castiel bit his lip, not unlike he had on stage when he was staring right at Dean.

Dean was not jealous. This was his friend, and his friend needed a good rebound. Balthazar would be a good rebound. Dean's roommate was a fun date, at least, that's what Balthazar's myriad of boyfriends would tell Dean over breakfast, coffee, what have you. Dean forced an uncomfortable smile as he remembered the other thing the boyfriends said about Balthazar. Loudly. When they didn't think Dean could hear.

Dean was an expert at playing loud music when Balthazar had company. He shivered at the thought of playing music if Castiel came back to their apartment.

"You play guitar, too?" Balthazar asked, leaning closer to Castiel.

Dean looked away. It had been far, far too long since he'd gotten laid. Sam was lucky. Sam had two people to go to when he needed some horizontal mambo. Balthazar had his crazy accent and an impeccable gaydar. Dean, though? Dean seemed to be hitting a long streak of bad luck. Castiel might've understood him, because of Abbadon and all, and then he'd fallen right into Balthazar's trap.

Dean sighed and looked into the four empty shot glasses on the counter in front of him. It would be a long night.

Dean found himself kicked out of his own apartment… again, for the third time in a week.

Lucifer had extended an invitation for his couch that Dean could take him up on at any time. This time, though, when Dean knocked on the door, Sam answered.

"Dean! Hi." Sam looked his brother up and down. "You look tired."

Dean shrugged. "I came home from work and Balthazar had a note on the door that I probably don't want to go inside."

Sam chuckled. "The new boyfriend is crazy?"

"Yeah. You could say that. Luci said I could crash on his couch." Dean shuffled his feet. "I, uh, I can come back later."

"No, no, it's okay. Luc and I were just watching Game of Thrones." Sam pushed the door open and pulled Dean into a hug. "I feel like we haven't seen each other in ages."

Dean squeezed his not-so-little brother in a supportive hug. He missed Sam, even though Sam was an adult now, working in a law firm and living a life. Dean tried not to think about how much better Sam was doing for himself than Dean was.

Sam pulled away. "Here, I'll make some popcorn."

Dean sat in the chair closest to the door. Lucifer was shirtless on the couch. He glanced away from the TV and smiled at Dean. "Back again, huh?"

The mechanic sighed and rolled his shoulders. "If Balthazar doesn't start, I dunno, going over to the other guy's place, I'm getting a new apartment."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say they want you to walk in." Lucifer laughed and looked to the kitchen, where Sam was intently watching the microwave.

Dean made a face. "Dude, that's so gross."

Lucifer shrugged. "You don't wanna know how I know that." He offered. "Speaking of which…" The blonde glanced into the kitchen. "Sam? You want me to pause the next episode or let it play?"

"Let it play! We've seen this season so many times!" Sam popped open the microwave.

"Dude!" Dean hissed. "I didn't need to know that!"

Lucifer shrugged. "We're all adults here."

"That's my little brother!" Dean groaned and covered his eyes.

Sam cleared his throat. "Luc, please don't traumatize my brother. He's had a rough week."

Dean let his hands fall from his eyes as Sam offered him a bowl of popcorn. He took it gratefully. "Thanks. Tell your boyfriend to practice having a filter."

Sam smiled and looked to Lucifer. "Dean says you should practice having a filter."

Lucifer chuckled and wrapped an arm around Sam as the brunette sat down next to him. Dean tried to look away. The sappiness made him sick and slightly jealous. That, combined with the fact that Dean knew Lucifer's plans for the next week, made the mechanic prone to being in a bitter bad mood.

They watched three episodes before Dean realized that Sam had curled up in Lucifer's lap and was asleep. His little brother's head was lolled against the blonde's chest. Lucifer had long since stopped watching the show and was content to study Sam's face. He gently combed his fingers through Sam's ridiculously long hair, untangling knots and arranging the bronze locks away from Sam's face.

Dean's heart tugged at his chest. As weird, strange, whatever he may have been, Lucifer loved Dean's little brother with all his heart. Dean only wished he could find something like that for himself.

He would settle for getting to sleep in his own bed without hearing Balthazar and Castiel in the next room over. Not because he was jealous or anything, but because it was weird to listen to your roommate and your friend have sex… right? It was definitely weird to want to watch. Not that Dean wanted to watch. He just wanted to sleep. In his own bed. With Cas.

No, not with Cas. That was just Dean's sleepy, lonely brain, begging for companionship.

...right?