(A/N: So somehow I managed to lose every single document I had typed out for this story, not quite sure how and I honestly don't quite remember where I was going with it next but I will continue the best I can. My sincerest apologies. I've been going through a lot, but I still love writing and I want to try.)

Chapter 4: Date Night

Friday night is met with a rather rowdy group of friends and family gathering at the Roadhouse. Ellen laughs as she watches the kids all laughing and chucking straw wrappers at one another. Their group always looks odd from an outside perspective; they all have their own unique style and though she never seemed to think they quite matched they all seem to get along swimmingly. They are all so different, but it is the slightest tinge of similarities that bonds their group. The differences only manage to strengthen that bond.

She grabs a pen and a pad and walks over to begin taking orders. As she gets nearer the muffled conversations turned into distinct voices, all throwing joking insults at one another. "Honestly, Gabriel. You consume an almost unhealthy amount of sugar," Sam says, giving Gabe a disgusted look as he downs an entire sugar packet, for the third time in a row. Gabe winks as he turns his gaze to Sam.

"It's what makes me so sweet Sam," he says, and Sam merely rolls his eyes. Dean scrunches his nose and turns toward an approaching Ellen.

"Ellen! How is my favorite businesswoman this afternoon?" Dean asks, grinning up at the woman who had adopted him and Sam. When their dad left them Dean and Sam had been too young to support themselves. They would have been thrown into the foster system had it not been for Bobby and Ellen stepping in. They adopted the two and gave them a place to live, at least until Dean graduated two years later. At that point, Dean had demanded that they had done enough, that his new job would be plenty to support himself and Sam. Wherever Dean went, Sam followed. They still visited the couple on a near weekly basis, however.

Ellen rolls her eyes at the greeting, holding up the pad and paper. "I'm fine, as always. Now what'll it be?" she asks and Dean grins before rattling off his usual order, not once opening the menu. The others all follow suit, and Ellen gives them all a grin as she walks off to place their orders.

As Gabriel turns his attention back to the table, he catches Sam once again sneaking a glance at his baby bro who is seated on his other side, between himself and Charlie. Gabriel, of course, had taken it upon himself to sit right across from Sam, the boy he has been no-so-subtly flirting with all week. Of course, it was in the more ludicrous method of pulling pig-tails and poking fun. Sam had not seemed to notice, Dean, on the other hand, was almost disgusted with it. He knows that Dean insists that Sam is straight, but the glances at his brother are telling a different story. He sighs, of course, his brother would be the one that managed to attract the attention of not only one, but both Winchesters.

Gabriel and Castiel come from a similar but different background to the Winchesters. They come from a family of Christian nuts whose father walked out on them, ones that did not take kindly to finding out that two of their kin were gay. Well, half gay. Gabriel liked to refer to it as a revolving door, he could swing in either direction if prompted by the right person. Castiel said he merely did not acknowledge gender when it came to choosing a relationship partner because Castiel is a hopeless romantic no matter how much he denies it. Once Gabriel was 18, he ran off with his baby brother away from the home that gave them so much mental abuse. Both boys had been sent to some anti-gay boot camp over their last two summers at home by their witch of a mother, and Gabriel had had enough. His mother had not even bothered sending for them; for that much, Gabriel was thankful.

"You look like you're thinking awfully hard Gabe," Charlie says softly, but it does not go unnoticed by the rest of the table. Gabriel had been unnaturally quiet for the past ten minutes. He zones back into reality, realizing that the whole table had now turned their attention toward him. He coughs into his hand, a faint flush reaching his cheeks as he realizes he had completely checked out.

"Sorry, zoned out," he said, trying once again not to think of the thoughts that were plaguing him. He had got extremely lucky when they left; he found a decent job, and though he and Cas struggled at first, they managed to be back on their feet within a couple months. He would do well not to dwell on the past.

"You okay?" Charlie asks, concern now canvasing her features.

"I'm absolutely splendid," Gabe says, the grin returning to his features as he faces his friends. "Not gonna lie, I was up late playing Call of Duty last night. I'm a little tired," he says, lying to cover the fact that his brain was having unwanted flashbacks. Castiel gave him an odd glance, knowing all too well that Gabriel was so beat from work yesterday that he proceeded to fall asleep on the couch. He had more than enough sleep, so why was he lying?

Castiel looked up, making eye contact with Sam, and smiled. He had noticed Sam keeping a watchful eye on him as of late, and though confused he was grateful nonetheless that Sam cared. Once their silent conversation was over, though Cas was not entirely sure what it was about, he allowed his gaze to drift a bit to the left where Dean was currently enthralled in a conversation with Charlie and Gilda about the newest RPG that was about to launch.

Dean glances over from the conversation and catches Cas staring at him. Upon acknowledgment, Cas's cheeks heat slightly and Dean grins. "Have you heard of The Apocalypse Cas?" Dean asks, and Castiel shakes his head. Video games have always been more of Gabriel's thing. "It looks awesome. You play either an angel, a demon, or a human, the characters are almost completely customizable, and you enter this like war between heaven and hell. It's hard to explain all the specifics but you have to see the trailer. It looks so good," Dean says, and Cas grins. The game seems interesting, but what really has him intrigued is the excitement that fills Dean's eyes as he talks about it.

"Sounds interesting," Castiel comments, realizing that he had not responded and instead just continued staring at Dean like some stupid love-struck teenager. Charlie grins at the interaction between the two, excited to finally have something to taunt Dean with when he brings up her and Gilda's situation. Dean notices the smug grin and a feeling of panic washes over him for a moment; was he really being that obvious?

"So, Moose, how are classes going?" Gabriel asks, and Sam cocks an eyebrow at him.

"Moose?"

"Yeah, ya know? Super tall, floppy brown hair, big brown eyes, almost overly-friendly Canadian appearance. Moose," Gabe says, grinning at his explanation. The nickname had hit him out of nowhere the day prior, and he had been waiting for the perfect chance to use it. Honestly, it suited the younger Winchester quite well. Sam rolled his eyes, a small grin on his face as he resisted laughing. Honestly, that was probably the most original that Gabriel has come up with so far.

"I don't even know how to respond to that," Sam says honestly, chuckling a bit. Gabriel grins at making the giant speechless and rests his head on his hand, holding his other hand to his mouth.

"You answer the original question Samsquatch," he says, his voice a stage whisper. Sam rolls his eyes but chuckles despite himself. Out of all the things he has been called, Gabriel's were the most unique.

"School is going well," Sam says, eyes linking with Gabriel's. He notices how the gold in Gabriel's eyes almost seems to dance with amusement against the light brown background, and he would be lying if he said it did not cause a small stirring in his stomach. It is an odd thought that Sam quickly brushes off, because if he was going to admire anyone it was not going to be the man that lived to annoy him.

"Wow, I'm flabbergasted by that enthralling tale of your studies. Honestly, don't tell me more I might actually burst with so much knowledge," Gabriel deadpans, somehow managing to keep his features straight for a mere moment before smirking at the man in front of him.

"Gabriel, you should know as well as anyone that when students are out of school none of us want to talk about school," Castiel says, shooting an exhausted look at his brother. Gabriel waves him off, sitting up in his seat.

"Nonsense Cassie, I was always up for talking about school." At this statement Castiel scoffs.

"No, you loved reliving the torture you put your poor teachers through. They are two separate things," Castiel states, his eyes challenging Gabriel to correct him. Gabriel simply grins.

"Oh but Cassie how else was I supposed to entertain myself for increments of 45 minutes when I was trapped in a room full of belligerent students and spiteful teachers?"

"Gabriel the only fight you ever got into was when you were sticking up for me my freshman year. Everyone else loved you," Cas says, thinking back on the group of seniors that were attempting to dunk his head in the toilet because, "this fucking faggot shouldn't be in the same locker room."

"Yeah, being the class clown had its perks," Gabriel grins, looking over at Sam once more.

"What happened freshman year?" Sam asks with a raised eyebrow, looking between the two.

"I foolishly decided to get a crush a male in my gym class and I, erm, may have glanced at him in the locker room and a couple of his friends noticed. The only reason Gabriel didn't get beat to hell was because he went and got a teacher when his friends cornered me. He was nice to me because I tutored him, but um, his friends not so much," Cas says, looking down as he recalls the story as if it had happened yesterday. The memory is still fresh in his mind.

"Hey! I held my own," Gabe says, and Cas simply rolls his eyes.

"Gabriel, they were all on the basketball team and nearly twice your size."

"Yeah well… shut up," Gabriel pouts, scrunching down in his seat. Sam chuckles at the child-like action that would almost be considered adorable, well that is if he found Gabriel adorable. Which he did not, nope, not at all. Gabriel shoots him a mocking glare which is cut short as a tray stand is placed at the end of their table by a small blonde whom, he had learned earlier in the evening, went by Jo. Ellen follows close behind and places down a large tray covered in different plates of food.

"I'll go grab the other one," Jo says, walking back toward the counter.

"Alright darlin'. Order up kids!" Ellen grins as she sits the tray on the stand and begins handing out the food.

(A/N: Writing this chapter has given me a general sense of understanding of where I want this to go. I'm going to try and start updating at least once a week, but I am a full-time college student with a part-time job so please be patient with me.)