Of course, now that Castiël knew that Dean Winchester was back in Sioux Falls, he saw him everywhere.
In the supermarket, at the hardware store, and of course at the office.
Every now and then, Dean would drop Lisa off at Nomed, and Castiël would get closer, just to hear that gruff voice and maybe see those green eyes brighten in greeting.
They never really spoke after that first day, but Castiël observed Dean casually. He noticed how he seemed happy with Lisa, but the more Castiël saw him, the less sure he was that Dean knew about Lisa's proclivities.
He told Gabriel about his worries, and his brother agreed to keep an eye and an ear out.

At the company Christmas party, Dean sang and played guitar.
Castiël sighed. Could Dean be more perfect? 'Yes, if he was gay and single...' Castiël's eyes flew open. What was that thought? His mood soured and he drank his beer with a scowl.
"Cassie... What's wrong?" Gabriel walked up to him and looked him in the eye with his golden eyes full of worry.
"Gabriel... I'm in such trouble."
He gestured at the stage and sighed.
"That's Dean." he simply stated and chugged more beer.

Gabriel looked in the indicated direction and gasped.
"Holy CHUPA CHUPS." he breathed. "You sure got an eye for the guys, Cassie. He is gorgeous!"
His amber eyes narrowed as they slid to Lisa, who was dancing close to her boss, Brady.
"That bitch doesn't know what she's doing. That one is a keeper. His soul is pure."
Castiël chuckled, despite his mood.
"You're getting poetic when you drink..."
"Shush, Cassie. Wait... is it the lighting, or are his eyes really that green?"
Castiël rubbed his neck. He could sense where this was going.
"It is not the lights, Gabriel..."
Squinting at Dean, taking him in fully, Gabriel suddenly gasped.
"He is that Dean? Are you fucking kidding me, Cassie?"

Miserably, Castiël shook his head.
"No... I am not. He is that Dean. I never knew he was back in town, until I saw him that day."
Gabriel bit his lip, golden eyes darting between Castiël and Dean.
"Well, rotten candyapples... This is a whole new level of crap, Castiël."
The fact that Gabriel used his full name, made clear he knew exactly how crappy things were.
"Don't worry, baby bro. I got your back, as always."
Grateful, Castiël hugged his brother.
"Thank you, Gabriel."

Later that night, as Castiël hoisted a drunk Gabriel out of his car and into his house, Gabriel grabbed his cheeks.
"Cassie... not all is lost. I am sure he can be saved from the octolady..." he intoned sincerely.
Struggling with his keys, and a drunken brother, Castiël was totally lost at sea as to what Gabriel meant.
"What? What are you saying, Gabriel?"
Finally his key turned and the door opened.
"You got a fine ass, Castiël... You know that, don'tcha?" Gabriel purred into Castiël's trenchcoat.
"That's inapropriate..." Castiël mused.

"Oh my God, Cassie! Is he really saying that? He's your brother! You perverted imp!"
Startled at the sudden voice, Castiël turned around.
"Balthazar. Hello. Gabriel is slightly inibriated..."
The blonde guy with the British accent and the deep V-neck, shook his head.
"Only slightly? Really, Gaby, you should know your limit. Not that he's wrong, by the way, Cassie. Your bum is quite attractive..."
Gabriel let out a triumphant "HAH!"
Cheeks burning, Castiël tried to get his brother of his jacket.
"Balthazar! You're only encouraging him!"

With a put upon sigh, Balthazar turned around.
"Fine. I will get the green room ready. Need a bucket, Gaby?" he drawled, raising an elegant eyebrow.
"Heeeeyyy... Hiya Balthy! I'm ok... it's Cassie... he mblfblmmm."
Looking for all the world as if smothering your brother with your hand was perfectly normal, Castiël nodded at Balthazar.
"Please, do, Balthazar. He has had a lot to drink. He might not feel so perky in a few hours."
Gabriel squirmed behind Castiël's hand, but he kept it firmly in place.
"Get him that extra pair of pyjama's too, please. I'll put him to bed, like the child he... GABRIEL! THAT IS GROSS!"
Gabriel sniggered. He'd licked Castiël's hand.

Shaking his head, Balthazar regally ascended the stairs.
"I'm living with a child, and his brother is even worse. I'm glad we're not in a relation, Cassie. I'd have ran so far, even God couldn't find me."
Wiping his hand on his slacks, Castiël sighed.
"Yes, me too, Balthazar, me too."
Gabriel looked from the stairs to his brother.
"So I set this up for nothin'? Crap, Cassie. Why do you always rain on my parade?"

Castiël sighed. He'd always thought Gabriel was responsible for Balthazar popping up when he did, and now, in his drunken rambling, Gabriel confirmed it.
"You're a manipulative troll, Gabriel. You know that, right? But I'm ok with this one. It's worked out ok."
Gabriel roughly hugged his brother.
"I luv ya, Cassie." he crooned into Castiël's suit jacket.
"I know, Gabriel. I know. Come on. Let's get you to bed. I'm sure Balthazar has retreated to his own room."
Gabriel hung his head.
"Such a shame. What a waste... But I'll do ya better, baby brother, I swear!"
Castiël chuckled. "Please don't..."