If Castiël had hoped to seen the last of his brother that day, he was mistaken.
"Cassie! Tell me I'm a great big brother!"
Looking up from his work, Castiël sighed.
"Why would I, Gabriel? You're conniving and manipulative. Not very 'great' to me."
Gabriel pouted, fishing a chocolate bar from his pocket.
"Aw. That hurt, baby bro. And I found someone who wants to check out the house."

Castiël looked away, biting down his first retort, which was pretty nasty.
"I'm not selling, Gabriel. I need a housemate, not a new home."
Quickly munching away the big bite of chocolate, Gabriel hummed.
"That's the beauty of it, Cassie. Neither do they! Their finances are a bit... stuck right now, and they need a place to stay." he babbled, once the chocolate was gone.
Castiël narrowed his eyes at the enthousiastic tone.

A thought struck Castiël, making him squirm internally.
"And it better be a man, not a woman. I don't need the drama. Unless it's Charlie. Or someone exactly like her." he stated clearly.
Gabriel snorted in laughter.
"There is no-one like Charlie Bradbury. Not even in a super-geek club."
Thinking of one of his few friends, Castiël had to agree. Charlie was one of a kind.
"She has that unique spark, That's true. But anyway... a man, Gabriel."

Gabriel raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"I know, Cassie, I know. Definitely a dude, promise. So. Can I get a date to show him around?"
With a put-upon air, Castiël grabbed his planner. But he was secretly glad. He might be able to cut back on his hours, if this man was suitable.
"For such a short man, you are quite the Alpha, aren't you?" he groused at Gabriel.
Gabriel just grinned around another bite of chocolate.

Gabriel left with an appointment for the following Tuesday, and Castiël turned to his screen with a sigh. Maybe now he could get his work done.
His door burst open again and without looking up, Castiël groaned.
"Now what, Gabriel?"
A highpitched giggle caught him off guard, so he looked at his visitor.
"I'm not your brother, dreamboat, although... would it be ok to hug you then?"

Castiël stiffened.
"Becky... no. Gabriel and I are non-huggers. He teases me, I roll my eyes."
Becky sighed happily.
"And such beautiful eyes they are... anyway... Did you hear? So. Rude!"
Deadpanning, Castiël watched her. Becky wasn't cute and perky. She was nosy, gosspiy and perky took one look at her and bolted. Unfortunately, she was also near impossible to shut up or get to leave.

"Now what did Kevin do, Becky?" Castiël intoned flatly.
Becky giggled, flapping her hands.
"Nonono... it was Dean... you know, Lisa's ex, who knocked her up and then left, out of the blue?"
Bristling, Castiël started to correct her.
"I'm certain that is not..." he tried, but Becky steamrollerd over him.
"Anyway... he just walks in here, demands to see her and then threatens to kick her out of her house! Her and his baby!"

Slamming his hand flat on the desk finally shut her up with a yelp.
Settling down, Castiël took a deep breath. He mustn't show how it affected him.
"Becky, I am pretty sure that there is a whole other story. I am not sure why Dean left Lisa, but it might have to do with her being unfaithful. Secondly, I know for a fact that while she was gossipping with you, she also left Dean, and his representative waiting for nearly an hour. Furthermore... why on the great, green Earth are you in my office, telling me all these lies?"

Becky blinked her large eyes at him and fidgeted with her fingers.
"Because I had to tell someone... and I know you won't repeat it. Lisa wanted to keep this a secret."
Castiël pulled his 'I-don't-believe-you-said-that' face at her, but she was oblivious as always.
If Lisa had wanted it to stay a secret, she'd have told Bela or Lilith, not Becky.
"Becky... you're sweet..." he started, but as Becky started imitating a squirrel, meaning she was internally squeeing, he sighed.
"But you really should check your stories before telling anyone. If Lisa is indeed being asked to leave the house, she should have at least 30 days. So no 'kicking out'. Probably trying to end the relationship. Which, with the way she was behaving, was way overdue."

Biting her lip, Becky took in what Castiël was saying, then sighed.
"Are you sure that's why he ended it?" she wavered.
Castiël blinked at her.
"Becky, Gabriel knows of at least four of our co-workers she has bedded. And did you not hear the song Dean sang at the party? It was all about infidelity."

At the mentioning of the four co-workers, Becky sat up.
"FOUR?! Are you sure? Oh my God!"
Tiring of her, Castiël rolled his eyes.
"Pretty sure, yes. Go ask Gabriel if you want details. I don't want anything to do with this."
Becky squeaked and jumped to the door.
Castiël rubbed his brow with two fingers and his thumb, because a headache was starting to throb there.
He still had two more hours before he could go home, grab a scotch and drown that pounding out.