Gabriel nudged Kali with his elbow and sent his eyes over to the bar, in hopes of getting to look over. When she did, she gasped, though silently. Gabriel then leaned over and whispered in her ear, "That's the guy Castiel was crushing on the other day." He told her.
She then turned to Gabriel, but she spoke aloud, "That's the guy who worked on my car today." She then turned to the bar and shouted out, "Dean! Dean Winchester!" And she waved over at him in a come hither manner.
Castiel stared wide eyed at Kali then watched as the man, Dean, came over.
"Oh shit…" Dean mumbled as he realized who it was that called him, "I fixed her Fiat." e He He then grinned at his brother, "C'mon, Sammy, I'll introduce you." Dean stood up and hauled Sam along by the arm enthusiastically.
"Heey…" Sam protested, yanked his arm out of Dean's clutches and walked on his own. "I wasn't being serious…" he mumbled under his breath with a sigh.
Once he made it to them, he gave a big "Hey!" to Kali, and was surprised when she opened her arms for him to give her a big hug and then an air kiss on each cheek.
"Dean, I can't believe I'm seeing you again today." She exclaimed, all bright eyed and wide smiles. Though Dean was confused, he didn't show it.
"Well it is a small town." He joked, and that got a laugh that was more than necessary out of Kali.
"Oh, I can't believe I'm doing this, but I don't think you ever got my name at the shop. Let me formally introduce myself and my party." She laughed.
"I'm Kali, soon to be Kali Autman." She grinned then gestured to the right of herself, "This is Gabriel, my fiancé." And Gabriel stuck out his hand for a hand shake, "Thanks for taking care of the Fiat, Man." He thanked Dean with a nod.
"Hey, no problem." He replied, shaking back firmly.
"Then there's Michael, Lucifer, and Castiel, all Gabriel's brothers. Though, I'm certain you've met Gabriel and Castiel before." She alluded with a sly smirk that went unnoticed as Dean set his eyes on Castiel.
Castiel stared at the table, waited for him to come and leave, making him go unnoticed. He'd been able to pull it off most his life, why should now be any different? Just ignore him, go away and save him the embarrassment.
But when a hand was put in his face, expecting to be shaken, he gave a shallow breath before he sat up straighter and gave his best smile and shook the hand presented to him.
"I'm certain I have." Dean responded to Kali's comment, his smile bright and excited. Castiel wondered why that was, perhaps he was amused at his foolish display the other day, and therefore making fun of him.
"Sorry about the other day, I was…" he swallowed, "On a lot of medication." He lied, hoping to God he'd buy that. Though, the few chuckles that earned from around the table didn't help.
"Hey, no problem. I've had one of those days." He resolved. "When everything is kinda blurry and when people talk to you…" he chuckled, waving a hand dismissively.
Castiel gave a small smile then, "Okay. I just didn't want you to think I was weird, or anything."
"Oh no, I just thought maybe you'd had a rough day or something. No big deal." He gave Castiel a pat on the back, "But then again, I've met a lot of people who become speechless in my presence." He grinned at Castiel.
That got the whole table laughing, though Castiel turned white as a ghost. He was just joking, right? He didn't see through his lie… He was just joking… Right?
Dean wasn't exactly sure why he'd just tried to put the moves on this guy, but it got the desired effect. He turned a little white in the face, and then a blush ran over his cheeks.
Yea, he thought so.
Then there was a nudge on his back, "Oh shit, sorry." He turned to Sam with an apologetic smile then pushed him in front of himself, "This is my younger brother, Sam."
Sam waved at them, a bit sheepishly, "Hey." And everyone at the table greeted back. Though one greeting in particular stood out from the rest.
"Well hello there, Sam."
Sam glanced at the man named Lucifer, and was a little startled to see a smirk on the guy's face. He glanced between Lucifer and Dean, a little unable to comprehend the situation, but then Kali spoke up.
"Dean, how long have you been working at your shop?" she asked, changing the subject. No one noticed the kick to the shin she sent to Lucifer under the table, or the slight wince he made in response.
"Oh, since I've been old enough to work. I was 16 when I got my first actual paycheck, but we're personal friends of the owner of the shop, so I've been around for a lot longer than that." He chuckled slightly.
Kali smiled, "So, Bobby, right?" Dean nodded, "He owns the shop. How long have you known him?" She kept him talking while Michael got the idea to steal some chairs from nearby tables and slid them over to the brothers. They thanked him and took a seat at their table.
"Wow, I would never have been able to tell by the looks of him." Kali commented after hearing how old Bobby was.
Sam chuckled, "You should tell him that yourself." He joked, "He keeps telling us he's a lot older."
Kali got a glitter in her eye, "Does he have a lady?" she asked, her voice sultry. Gabriel stared at the back of her head, then glanced at Sam, then back to Kali, who ignored him completely.
Sam chuckled, "Yea, and they've been at it for a couple years now. Sorry." Sam feigned apology with a grin.
"Oh, too bad." Kali slid back in her chair, then glanced back at Gabriel, "Hey." She grinned to him.
"Not funny." He mumbled, and a few laughs erupted at the table.
Though no one drew attention to them, Dean never stopped stealing glances at Castiel while he sat beside him. Castiel tried very hard not to glance back at him even though he could feel the stares. He was worried he'd start sweating at any moment, but thankfully Dean's attention was drawn away when Michael stood up.
"Sorry everyone, I'm gonna take this outside." He informed the table while he pulled his phone out of his pocket. It was vibrating for attention and the name on the screen displayed Uriel's name.
"No problem, Bro." Lucifer spoke, smacking his butt playfully as he retreated from the table and then outside. Then Lucifer's attention went to Sam. "So Sam…" he maneuvered himself in his chair and continued, "What do you do? Do you work at the shop too?" he asked innocently.
Sam swallowed down the chill that ran up his spine when Lucifer looked at him and answered, "No, actually. I'm currently in college, but I'm taking online classes and currently looking for a job."
"Ohh." Lucifer nodded once, "What kind of classes are you taking?" he asked then, scooting his chair a bit closer to Sam, and it took everything in Sam not to scoot away.
"Uhh, I'm going for Law and Justice." He answered, "So I'm trying to find a job doing secretary work at the courthouse, or something." He told him, then took a long drink from his new beer. "But it doesn't look like they're hiring…" he mumbled.
"Hey, if you're not getting anywhere with them, I'm sure Michael can get you into the company." Lucifer offered. When Sam gave him a confused look, Lucifer realized he had to provide more information, "Our family runs the Autman Furnishings Company. The big builder on main? That's ours." He told Sam with a grin, "I'm sure if you stop by and tell them Lucifer sent you they'll set you up with something nice." He then reached into his pocket and pulled out his leather wallet. He then flipped it open and retrieved a business card.
"Here, I know it's got the name of my restaurant on it, but everyone working on the first floor knows me personally. Just give them your resume and they should set you up." He told Sam then handed him his card. It was black with red font, the name of his restaurant on the front, along with a few lines of contact information.
"Perdition." Sam read off the name on the card, his eyes wide after hearing all of what Lucifer had to say. Not only did he own the hottest restaurant in down town New Haven, but his family owned the only big business in town.
"I…Thank you…I'm…" Sam was speechless, his beer forgotten as he kept staring at the card. How could a man he'd just met give him such an opportunity like this?
"Hey, no problem. I can tell you're a hard worker. My brother would be happy to have you at the company." Lucifer told him, taking a small, smug sip from his drink. He stared at Sam with half lidded eyes, almost predatorily.
With all eyes on the scene happening between Sam and Lucifer, Castiel could breathe a bit more easily. He drank the rest of the soda in his glass and glanced out the bar front window. He saw Michael, talking on his phone and checking his watch every now and then. He wondered how many times Uriel would try and get him to come back to work.
The chill outside was bitter, but not as cold as how Uriel was acting at the moment. Michael was having a hard time getting a word in edgewise with him, though he did have a point at times.
"Uriel, I, out of everyone in this world, understands the most what you're talking about. I get it, I do, but you need to understand what our company was built on. Family. If that doesn't come first, then our company values are out the window. How do you think the press would see it if I was holed up in the office and not by my father's side? Tell me." Michael fumed.
Uriel sighed, "It'd look like you'd forgotten you're values."
"Exactly. I'm doing everything that I can from the house, but when the time comes I will undoubtedly be there. What I've been trying to tell you, is that on top of everything else that is going on right now, I don't need you barking orders at me like you're my boss." He warned Uriel with a very authoritative tone. "Don't get our roles turned around, Uriel." He warned again.
"Michael, I'm sorry, I truly am. I know that you're trying to look out for your family at home, but it's my job to look out for this company." He told his boss. "But it's very hard to do that when I need your approval on every little decision." He tried reasoning with him, "That's why I've been trying to get you to come in more, and not even for a full day, just long enough to look over plans and approve a few things. Everyone understands why you won't stay long. All I'm asking is if you just stop by."
Michael huffed, holding the phone away from his ear for a moment and he fitted his inner elbow over his mouth so he could scream into his coat, muffling it. He then took his arm away and sighed heavily.
"Uriel…" he spoke as he held the phone back to his ear, "Expect me to be in early tomorrow." He told him, and without another word, he ended the call.
Michael stared at his phone, looking at the background picture of the beach sunset in Florida.
He sighed.
A woman sat in a car across the street, watching Michael. She held a disposable flip phone to her ear.
"The oldest just came outside…No, he's talking on the phone. It looks rather heated." She noted. The one on the other end spoke quickly.
"No, probably business, if it was anything else he'd have stayed inside." She commented, sliding back in her seat as she watched the eldest Autman talk.
"Wait, he just hung up… Yes. He might be going back inside." She observed. "Wait."
Michael was looking down at his phone and held it back to his ear. "It looks like he's taking another call… I'm not sure." She responded.
Her mission was to observe and report, though little information could be gained as she tailed them around town and then to a bar. She listened to her orders, although she brought up infiltrating the Autman home many times to set up hidden cameras, but she was heavily advised against it.
"Now he's going back inside. He seems a little more urgent now… No, not dead Daddy urgent, just like forgetting to run an errand urgent… I think they'll be heading back home now. Which means I'm heading home." She giggled lightly, "No, I think I'll be getting my own room tonight." She said, turning the car on. She would drive to one of the nicest hotels in town, sit on silk sheets while sipping wine and no one would have noticed the woman with the British accent who followed the Autman's around all day.
"You and your grabby hands will have to amuse yourself some other way." She mumbled before she closed her phone, ending the call.