Nerves coursed through Castiël's body. He checked the clock on the wall again. Only a quarter of an hour, until he got off. He wanted to go home so bad.
Today, Dean was moving in.
Gabriel had taken a day off, ostentatiously to 'catch up on his personal administration' but Castiël was willing to bet he would find his brother helping out Dean.
When the clock hit six thirty, Castiël clicked off the stylised tulip desklight his oma had given him, and all but ran to his car.
When he entered the house, he could hear voices coming from the dining part of the livingroom, and his nose picked up something delicious.
Had they ordered dinner already?
He heard Gabriel shout out to him.
"Hey baby bro! Right on time! Come on in. Dinner is served!"
Cas saw the table, set for dinner, and, obviously homemade, burgers and a salad made the picture fit for a cooking magazine.
His cheeks lit up and he felt a little overwhelmed.
He kept his eyes glued to the table, because he didn't want to look at Dean with Gabriel and another man right there. He commented about usually not using the table, when his mind caught up. There was a third guy there! He glanced up, and up...
'Oh my word... he is taller than my cousin Addy, or Dean. Who is this? A friend of Dean or maybe... a lover?'
Forcing his unease down, he smiled.
"Hello. We haven't met before, have we?"
The tall man's face lit up with a cute smile, all teeth and dimples, his eyes soft.
"No. I'm Sam, Dean's brother. Pleased to meet you." he said in a warm voice, and took Castiël's hand.
Cas saw Gabriel's eyes narrow infinitessimally, and a spark of something lit in them.
"Yeah, yeah... pleasantries aside, guys... dinner!"
The slightly jealous tone didn't escape Castiël, and he laughed. The others too, but probably for a whole other reason.
Dinner was delicious, and Castiël was reminded that his oma always said that they should cook real food. As much as he liked to, with Balthazar, he had gotten into the rut of just warming up some pre-prepared food. Balthazar didn't cook, and Cas had often been too tired to get behind the stove.
The dessert Gabriel had made, surprised Castiël happily. It was sweet, and very fulfulling. The whole meal was amazing. Castiël felt he should at least thank them all.
"Thank you, Dean, Sam, and even you, Gabriel. I never knew you can cook..." he said, resisting the urge to pop the button on his slacks, and lean back.
The atmosphere was relaxed and what their oma would call 'gezellig' meaning the coziness, comfort and warmth of being together with friends or loved ones, sharing time in a pleasant and nice atmosphere.
They bantered about cooking and how Bobby, according to the info Gabriel had given Castiël, he was the Winchester's surrogate father, was a bit paranoid.
"Yeah... I think your boss and our oma would get along just fine..." Gabriel quipped, making Castiël smirk.
Thinking about their quirky, down to Earth and fiesty oma, he pretended to examine his fingernails.
"Like a house on fire... all screams and heat." he smoothly interjected, making Gabriel laugh out loud and agree wholeheartedly.
Dean looked at them through his lashes, his green eyes sparkling, and asked if oma was still alive. Thinking of the posibility that oma and Bobby would have met already, Castiël smiled.
"Oma is still around. She lives nearby, so chances are they either know eachother, or know of eachother." he answered, to which Gabriel looked spooked.
"Oh dear..." his brother whispered, making them all laugh.
Once their brothers had left, Castiël suddenly found himself alone on the sofa, with Dean, drinking one last beer, and nibbling on some beernuts.
He politely inquired about Dean's move, hoping his elated mood didn't shine through too much. He was extatic that Dean was here, but didn't want to seem too enthousiastic.
Dean answered him openly and frank.
Castiël loved hearing that gruff voice so warm and relaxed.
The blush that rose in Castiël's cheeks was part pleased, and part because his treacherous mind imagined that voice moaning out that sweet abbreviation of his name.
Dean's answer to his statement that he didn't have to cook every time, made Castiël chuckle.
Before his mind would take that innocent exchange and turn it around, Castiël excused himself and went upstairs, telling Dean 'goodnight.'
The warm, gruff voice answered him with a "Good night, Cas." making Castiël's blood heat up.
Lying in his bed, Castiël tried to ignore the sound of Dean's footsteps coming up the stairs and the door to the green room opening and closing softly.
He turned on his side roughly, trying to block the image of Dean in that bed, cheeks flushed in his sleep, plump lips parted and those long, long lashes lying on the freckled cheeks like downy little feathers.
Something stirred in his nethers, and Castiël muffled a desperate moan in his pillow.
Dean was his housemate now, definitely off limits!