In high spirits, and still a bit dazed, Castiël hung up his coat.
"Dean... you will never believe what happened today..." he started, but when he turned, he saw an elaborate steak dinner being served. Gabriel was there too, and he looked like a toddler who had found the Nutella Jar. Chocolate covered his bulging cheeks and sticky, darkbrown crumbs hung from his chin.
"What's going on?" Castiël demanded, suspicion colouring his voice.
Dean just threw him one of those warm, beautiful smiles, but Gabriel tried.
"Moffin' broffer..." he said, spraying chocolate crumbs and making Castiël cringe.
Dean just wiped the mess away, like he would if Gabriel was indeed a toddler, answering that he'd just been in the mood for steak and that Gabriel had earned his 'Death by chocolate' by helping Dean out with something.
To Castiël, it was just the icing on the cake, making the day even better, and he told them so.
Dean handed him a cold beer, and asked him what he meant.
"I was only just working. I'm sure I had helped all of three customers, when I received an email from Nomed. It seems I am due some vacation. Paid vacation. As of Monday, I have three weeks off from the office!"
Dean beamed and Gabriel grinned a chocolaty smile.
"That's great, Cas!" Dean smiled at him and that warm feeling Castiël always got when Dean was being sincerely happy, filled him like a balloon.
Gabriel seemed to think along the same ways, but he just had to, didn't he?
The little imp shot a meaningful glance at Dean.
"You could use it, baby bro! You've been working that tight little ass off for months now. Live a little. Chase a dream or two... get laid..." he all but yelled, making Dean almost choke.
That little... Castiël could feel his cheeks burn hot and he slammed his fork and knife down on his plate.
"Gabriel! Not all of us live for sex and sweets. When will you learn?" he barked out, trying his hardest to not look at Dean, who was wiping his lips clean of the spilled beer.
Gabriel noticed how he was struggling and he put the last bite of his cake in his mouth, teasingly slow. He was almost taunting Castiël to say more, but Castiël held out.
"Really, bro? You're in denial, bucko. But I'll butt out." Gabriel finally said, only to use his oral fixation to show Castiël how he should be with Dean. It was game Gabriel loved playing.
Castiël forced himself to not blush, and to keep his eyes on his brother, instead of letting them wander off to where Dean's lips were pink and plump from the rubbing.
Gabriel was all but triumphant in his exit and Castiël had to keep his eyes on the door, instead of Dean, otherwise he would trip up and kiss the man.
"Dean... have you ever considered the posibility that you're adopted? I must be... or he was." Castiël mused, trying to find an explaination for the way Gabriel always managed to push every button Castiël had.
Dean joked about how he thought that any time he saw Sam. But the Winchesters were so close!
"Just kidding!" Dean quickly said after seeing the horror on Castiël's face.
"I've taken care of Sammy since he was six months old. But even as close as we are, sometimes it's like he's a stranger. That's supposed to happen, I think. To keep us on our toes..."
Now that was some unexpected information!
Combined with what Rufus had confided in him today, Castiël was getting a whole new picture of who Dean was.