I now present you with chapter twooooooo! So yeah this came out quicker than I expected it to. I normally don't update this quickly but I find myself excited to write the next parts of this story so here we are! I made myself laugh a lot writing this chapter. Is that sad? *silence* It is isn't it? Oh well, it was fun writing and I hope you have fun reading!
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Chapter Two: If something can go wrong, it will.
#2229: Rule of Math: if it seems easy, you're probably doing it wrong.
"Watching cartoons again baby brother?"
Castiel didn't look up from his slumped position on the couch, so fresh from the shower that multiple wisps of steam were still rolling off his skin. His sinewy legs were stretched out, feet bare and propped up, ankles crossed, eyes fixed on the screen flashing bright outlandish cartoons in front of him. Just like a teenager.
Looney Tunes was on and Elmer Fudd was classically hunting wabbits. Obviously because it was rabbit season and definitely not duck season. Castiel's face was the portrait of a serious contemplation with a hint of exhaustion as he watched the cartoon man fall on his ass for about the hundredth time in history. "Honestly, I have never seen anyone fall because of a banana."
"Oh yeah?" His brother appeared from around the corner toting a coffee mug already dressed in his scrubs. Fresh and primped, his hair was expertly gelled back and he smelled all clean and nice when he plopped himself down on the couch.
Castiel caught sight of the grainy white mug sporting a mustache on the front out of the corner of his eye. "You don't drink coffee."
"I know,"
There was a small lull while he yawned into his hand. "Is that ice cream?"
"Yep."
"Why don't you just put it in a bowl?"
Gabriel gave him that knowing smile, the one he used every time he was about to explain something everyone on the planet should already know. "Because then my hands would be cold." He said with a grin, dipping a slim dessert spoon into his mix of vanilla ice cream, chocolate fudge, and extra whipped cream. "Wan' sum?" He offered around a mouthful of the icy treat.
Castiel chuckled. "Ice cream for breakfast? Why not?"
xXx
Hospitals were a spooky level of clean. Dust, dirt, and grime didn't have a prayer of surviving in this jungle of sterilization. Everything was clean and pure.
Pure white.
White curtains billowed softly, riding on the gentle push of breeze that crawled in through the windows. Stainless steel winked at the bustling employees as they hurried by, reflecting little bits of whatever sunshine managed to sneak in through the clouds blotting out the sky.
"Samuel darling, where's that thingy I asked for?"
The voice was mockingly sweet, and one he knew all too well. Sam materialized with a clipboard stacked with patient's personal documents and the tiniest hint of a smile on his face. "How did you manage to make it through medical school?"
He humbly handed the sheets over when Gabriel titled his head back slightly to look up at him. The green in the older man's eyes lit up at the inquiry, familiar smile dimpling his cheeks.
"I cheated on all my tests obviously," He quipped as he started carding through the pages. It was a miracle he could read all that slanted hastily scrawled hand writing so easily.
Sam shook his similarly gelled head, trying to keep his "I'm not laughing because I'm a professional" face on. It wasn't working out too well. Especially when the other man was smiling at him like that. Gabriel couldn't help it. The kid was just too damn fun to mess with.
The routine was pretty set in stone by now. It seemed like only yesterday Sam had wondered in, fresh off the graduate bus, applying for a job. He had interned during his med school years, worked with some of the other doctors before he had crossed paths with Gabriel. At the time the older man had embarked on a quest to make things just a little bit more difficult than necessary for Sam. Pranks, dirty jokes, overly complicated directions for simple tasks. Thankfully it had all just been a precursor to the invitation to become his assistant.
He remembered the look on Sam's face vividly. The man had been sweating, which Gabriel had come to realize was just what Sam did, the guy was like a freaking heated fountain of sweat-
The look of complete and utter shock had been priceless. There had been a moment where Gabriel thought the kid was going to start crying out of either stress or relief. His trip through the hellternship hadn't been a total waste.
Things hadn't changed much since then. Aside from Sam's pay grade. That had gotten much better.
"Paging Dr. Novak…" The monotonous voice of the P.A. system bled in from the hall and bounced off the colorless thin walls of the office.
Sam went to the door immediately, gripped the knob and pulled the wooden door open. Geared up and ready to go. No wonder he got teased for being too eager by the other employees. Gabriel continued leafing through the hefty packet as he turned and walked out without looking up. He gave a short snort when he caught his assistant taking the time to ease the door shut behind them, out of his peripheral.
"Come on kiddo, we have work to do."
xXx
Dean wasn't so sure about all this "dinner party" crap with Gabriel and his family. He had been mulling the idea over as soon as he could process thoughts that morning. Which always started after a good breakfast. This morning he had been omelets for himself and Sam. They occasionally traded off cooking duties, as long as Sam always remembered to pack their lunches, and if he managed to win a round of rock paper scissors two times out of three.
One thing Dean worried about Gabriel's family; if they were anything like his friend in question, they were bound to be beyond strange. The "way out there" types. Like Cas far out there, if that was anything to measure by. He tried to picture what sort of weird hippie family could have produced such a joke on society, as he cleaned his work station. He also wondered what Cas' family could have been like.
Did he have a cranky old coot for a parent like Bobby? Smart but pansy siblings like Sam? A quirky childhood friend like Ash?
"Hey, you know-"
Dean made a noise that he wasn't proud of, visibly leaping at least three feet into the air. That abrasive voice at his ear that had no regard for normal human conversation protocol could only belong to-
"Damn it Cas! Don't do that!" Cas had manifested to his left.
His forehead wrinkled endearingly when he gave a curt "sorry". He looked from side to side as if expecting someone to walk in and reprimand him before his eyes refocused on Dean.
Cas was way closer than he should have been when Dean turned around. Warm presses of air were brushing across his face in a subtle caress. And he hated that it felt like he was in a movie. Two lovers staring each other down before they suddenly pounced, ripped each other's clothes off and had great cinematic sex.
Dean caught himself tracing the curve of Cas' jaw, the taunt pull of his throat, the sweat clinging to the dirtied white collar of his undershirt peeking out from under his uniform, two buttons undone. There was a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his cheek that Dean desperately wanted to brush away with his fingertips. Or lick. Either was suit him just fine.
Whoa.
Rewind.
This was Cas. The same guy who tripped and fell over inanimate objects and ran into doors. The wooden ones. The type people could see coming from across the room. The same guy who spouted the most bizarre collection of facts at the most random of times. He was a total whack job. Completely insane. A total loon.
Not to mention hot as fuck.
Damn it.
He tried leaning backward to put some distance between them, retraining his eyes on a fixed point above Cas' right shoulder to avoid looking into those endless pools of blue. It wasn't safe to look into them directly anymore. They encouraged inappropriate thoughts and urges.
"Cas," Dean was struggling to keep the shakiness out of his voice, just above a whisper. "We've talked about this. Personal space."
Cas looked down at the small space in between their bodies and looked surprised. Apparently he wasn't aware of how close he tended to stand to other people. Of course not. Sweet Jesus. That only made him cuter.
It also made Dean want to grab him and rip his clothes off.
Cas was back to business as soon as he back traced a few of his steps. "You know that sad moment when you dip your cookie into the milk for too long and it breaks off?"
What?
"That just happened to me." He said very plainly, absently tugging at the top of his uniform to fan himself.
The amount of confusion that hit Dean in that moment would take years to measure. "…Okay?"
"That is all." Cas waved a hand vaguely in the air in a dismissive fashion and pivoted away to take his exit.
Well, at least he wouldn't have to battle with the urges he was having at dinner. To throw Cas down and take him right there in the shop. Right there on the cold concrete floor.
Okay.
Back to work before he had to take a cold shower. Dean tried to take comfort in the thought that Cas would be absent at dinner as he returned to tidying his station, but instead found himself fighting to push the fantasies that came to mind out of his head.
xXx
"So are you and the new guy fucking or what?"
Dean hastily turned away to cough and sputter his soda into the corner and then groaned at the loss. "Ash! Come on."
His friend shrugged, hitched both eyebrows up and leaned back in his chair. Ash was sitting in the chair at the front counter, Dean up on the actual countertop. "It's not my fault you two are always making eyes at each other, bro. What's the deal?"
Dean dragged the hand that wasn't cradling his ham and cheese sandwich down his face, rubbing his fingers at the gentle scrape of stubble on his chin when they reached the bottom. "I keep telling you, nothing is going on. I don't even swing that way, man."
Ash fixed him with one of those "yeah right, and I'm the president of the United States" looks. The other man relented and stared at the ceiling to keep Ash from seeing the pink suddenly dusting his cheeks.
"I mean I don't usually swing that way. There. Happy?"
"I'm always happy compadre."
Dean snorted. "Uh huh, and I'm Martha Stewart."
"Then why do you always have your brother pack you lunch?"
It was quiet enough that the sound of Dean slapping his forehead could be heard in the next room. Everyone has that one friend who never really has a clue of what is going on. For Dean, that friend was Ash. "Forget it, Ash."
"So anyway, are you gonna sleep with him or-"
"Ash! We are so not having this conversation right now."
A pregnant pause.
"Do you want some pie?"
Dean sighed, happy to change the subject. "Is that even a real question?"
xXx
The hour was nearly upon them.
Dean cleaned up pretty well, for a guy that had next to no fashion sense. Not like he really needed any. With a handsome mug like his? Besides, fashion sense was not a requirement manly men like him needed.
Black leather jacket, over a soft navy button down, covering a plain white tee, a good clean pair of jeans, a pair of moderately nice shoes, and he was ready to go. Pretty damn classy for a dinner party at Gabriel's. Though he couldn't fathom why Sam insisted he dress up in the first place.
His brother was waiting for him by the front door, fiddling with the keys to his much less awesome car, the way a high school girl did before her first date.
"You okay there, Sammy?"
Sam's eyes jerked up. He gave a nervous smile, scratched his face, and swiped his hair back for the tenth time before he actually spoke up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's get going."
"You think they'll have any pie?" Dean called and followed his brother out the front door. "I love me some pie."
xXx
"Are you sure these are safe?" Castiel prodded suspiciously at the plate of treats in question as they sat inconspicuously on the kitchen counter. The first clue had been the gaudy choice in decorative plate. A fat Italian chef cradling a plate of what looked like lasagna with the word "pasta" in friendly looped letters. What kind of person used a fat Italian man to advertise brownies?
"Make one of our guests taste test them first, if you're so worried about it." Gabriel was too busy with delegating plates and silverware in their proper places to set a space for everyone at the table, to give much merit to the conversation.
Castiel's eyebrow twitched. "I don't know if I want one of your co-workers to get murdered by one of our brother's pranks."
There was a pause in all of the older man's hustling and bustling. "Oh. Right. So, I should probably tell you…My co-worker's name is Sam."
Another small lull for Gabriel to clear his throat and swallow.
Where had he heard that name before?
"Sam Winchester."
Oh yeah.
"And he's bringing his brother."
Oh shit.
"Gabe-"
"Remember that time that I said I would leave your personal life alone because of that whole business with what's-his-name? Yeah, I totally lied about that." He gave a sheepish smile, and ducked back into the kitchen.
Castiel narrowed his eyes and called into the next room, "Are you doing this for me or because you want to see Sam Winchester in something other than scrubs?"
"Would you believe a little of both?"
A sassy eye roll, not that Gabriel was around to see it. "I am not letting Dean eat anything that demon cooked."
One of their brothers had stopped by earlier that day to drop off a "peace offering"; a batch of freshly made brownies.
"Oh he isn't so bad, Cassie. Just frequently misunderstood."
The doorbell rang.
"He's still an asshole," Castiel muttered under his breath as he went to answer the door.
xXx
Sam was fidgeting with his clothes, kicking nervously at the tiny rocks on the front stoop, and annoying the crap out of his brother.
"Sam. Settle! Jesus." Dean slapped Sam's hands away from fiddling with his clothes and fixed him with his "serious big brother" stare.
"Maybe we should-" He turned to leave just as Dean anchored him to the spot by grabbing his elbow.
"Oh no, no, no. We already drove all the way down here and got all dressed up, we're staying for dinner. Besides, they could have pie in there. Pie, Sam."
That wasn't helping his cause at all. Sam still looked like a girl freaking out about her first big boy crush. "Seriously? Gabe isn't even hot why you are so-"
Dean cut himself off when he heard the door give a small creak as it opened, let go of his brother, and turned to see-
Cas.
Staring directly at him. Wearing a vest over a navy cotton button down.
You have got to be kidding me. "Um. What are you-"
The door slammed shut.
Dean pursed his lips and turned. It was Sam's turn to be the anchor.
"Oh no, no, no," Sam echoed Dean's earlier scolding, "We already drove all the way down here and got all dressed up, we're staying for dinner." A wicked grin crossed his mouth. "Besides, they could have pie in there. Pie, Dean."
"Oh shut up."
The door swung open again just in time for Dean to tack on a quick, "bitch" in whisper form.
It was Cas again. He looked directly at Dean and said, "Hello, Dean."
Dean pressed his lips together in a tight smile. "Hi, Cas."
Sam's eyebrows shot up. "This is Castiel?"
"Ah, you must be Samuel."
xXx
Introductions were awkward at best. And Gabriel was still too busy bustling in and out of the kitchen to be much help to Dean or Cas.
Dean stared at Cas, chastising himself internally for not piecing together that the Cassie Gabriel sometimes referred to on the phone had been the equivalent of his Cas.
His Cas? What the hell?
Cas was looking around the room for a few moments before he offered to get the Winchesters something to drink. Which they both blurted a quick yes to before he had even finished asking the question.
Sam meanwhile, was caught in the middle, looking back and forth between his brother, the room, and Castiel when he returned with their drinks. Sometimes he caught glimpses of Gabriel as he hurried in and out of the room.
Jesus. It was Sam's eighth grade birthday party all over again.
xXx
When everything and everyone had finally settled down things started looking up.
Gabriel was a good host, mediating conversations, introducing everyone again with minimal awkwardness. He laughed when Dean accused him of lying about his siblings. "I never said Cassie was a girl, Dean. You just assumed. And you know what happens when you assume." He wiggled his eyebrows and took a bite of the chicken on his plate.
Dean rolled his eyes, glancing at Cas and then the empty spot beside him. Sam had gone to the bathroom some time ago.
"Dean," Cas said suddenly, touching his fork and knife together awkwardly. "I um- Sorry for not telling you before. I was going to tell you at lunch today but…"
This wasn't the usual Cas.
He was nervous, Dean realized, and felt a flood of gooey warmth rush through him. This was nervous Cas, who did sweet things like fiddling with his silverware and looking to his brother for encouragement. This Cas rolled his tongue along his lips when he was thinking of something to say, pushing at the inside of his bottom lip when he debated internally. Whose eyes twinkled when he gave Dean fleeting glances from under those thick black lashes.
God he was so fucking cute.
Sam made his entrance by none too discreetly thwacking his hand against the door frame when he walked back into the room. Gabriel looked up in surprise, Dean cleared his throat. "Uh, Cas?"
"Yeah?" It was killing Dean how quiet and soft Cas' voice was right now.
"Can I talk to you for a second?"
He looked mildly surprised by the request but nodded and pushed himself up from the table, murmuring "excuse me" to his brother before he paced out. Dean echoed the same dismissal before he trotted out after him.
xXx
They were in the hallway by the bathroom now, standing in silence.
"You make me quite nervous, Dean."
Dean's mouth opened, and then flopped closed when he couldn't think of the words right away. "How?"
"You're just so different from everyone else I know. I feel like we share a more profound bond."
Dean chuckled at that, "Oh yeah? Now you're starting to sound like some mystic being that's never had a friend before, Cas."
Cas gave him a thoughtful frown.
"Really? Come on, you've had friends before." Dean swallowed, "Right?"
He was looked up as if the memories were on the ceiling and he was sorting through them with just his eyes. "Not like you."
"Oh," Dean's throat suddenly felt tight, his heart beat picking up pace in his chest. Why did he suddenly feel like the kid he was back in high school and he had just told his crush his true feelings?
Cas was looking at him again, blue eyes shining with a distinct sense of appreciation, like Dean was the only thing he could see and the rest of the world had just faded into a blur of colors. "You just accept me, Dean. That's what I like about you."
Oh shit.
Did Cas just say he liked him? Dean could kick himself for feeling so light headed right now, but then he'd probably fall on his ass and make an idiot of himself. He started mentally singing the lyrics to a Metallica song. That usually calmed him down. He gave Cas a wary smile, "Thanks, Cas."
"No problem. Now," He clapped an arm around Dean's shoulder and turned them around, "Let's have some dessert."
Dean just tried to focus on Cas' words and not his arm or body or warmth or mouth-fuck why had he agreed to come to this dinner part in the first place?
xXx
Gabriel and Sam were sharing a laugh about something in the kitchen when they got back. The joke must have been really funny because they were laughing pretty damn hard. Like red faced hard. Sam was on the ground in a fit of hysteria, and Gabriel was leaning over the sink clutching his stomach as if that would help contain all this laughter.
Cas scrunched his face at his brother and Sam, while Dean zoned right in on the plate of brownies on the counter, oblivious to the obnoxious amount of racket going on in the background.
"Gabe?"
Gabriel turned, swiping at the drop of water rolling down his cheek. "Hey, bro." He leaned back, awfully chilled out.
Then Cas got the idea. "Wait Dean don't-"
But Dean was already in the middle of his second brownie. The chocolate treat was hanging halfway out of his mouth. "Wha?"
Cas sighed, shoulders slumping. "I have to be the sober one tonight? Fuck."
Dean shivered, hearing Cas curse was like dumping a pale of cold water over his body. He chewed the remainder of the brownie, as Cas rounded Sam up off the floor and herded him out into the living room. Gabriel just discovered he was in front of the kitchen sink, that it granted the magical gift of water, and proceed to start splashing the person closest to him.
Which just so happened to be Dean.
"Hey, cut that shit out man!" He growled, the seriousness in his voice muffled by the thick amusement suddenly coating his tone in a chocolaty shell. Dean was starting to feel really good. Like drunk off his ass good, but without the burning sensation alcohol left behind.
Gabriel stuck out his tongue.
Dean grinned, and did the same.
A war of throwing things at each other from across the room began.
xXx
By the time Cas had gotten Sam squared away with a blanket and a place to sit on the couch, Dean and Gabriel had made a warzone out of the kitchen.
Cas arrived just in time to catch Gabriel lifting the extendable head of the faucet, taking his aim at a fast approaching Dean, and firing. Dean retaliated by smearing now soggy chocolate chip brownie all over his face and almost into his nose.
It would have been hilarious if Cas wasn't the person who was going to have to be responsible and clean everything up. He snorted when the two men slipped and fell onto the wooden floor.
Not so much when Dean banged his head on the counter on the way down.
"Oh shit," Gabriel sobered suddenly, scrambling at the same time as Cas to Dean's side.
The crowning moment of the evening happened in a span of less than a minute.
Sam was suddenly rushing in, having heard the commotion and launched into doctor mode to save the day-
Cas had practically sprinted across the slippery floor to get to Dean-
At the same time that Gabriel scrambled from his sprawled position on the floor to do the same-
And that was when all hell broke loose.
Sam slipped and face planted right onto the water slicked wooden floor, Cas and Gabriel's foreheads cracked together as they both hovered over Dean, who at that moment decided to sit up and announce that he was in fact A-Okay and got a reflexive punch to the nose when Cas accidentally flailed in response to the head crash.
Everyone was suddenly groaning and cursing all at once.
"What the fuck?!"
"Oh shit-"
"God damn it!"
"Holy mother of Jesus!"
xXx
Gabriel was rubbing his forehead while Cas fretted over Dean, who was clutching a now profusely bleeding nose on the floor. "Oh God-Dean I am so sorry!"
Sam was still trying to get up without killing himself, which was proving to be very difficult with water and bits of chocolate brownie everywhere.
Dean was waving dismissively at Cas with his one free non-bloodied hand.
But the house eventually fell back into order when everyone got their shit together
xXx
"Fuck Sam, you look like you got in a fight with an elf at the cookie factory."
Sam and Gabriel exchanged a look but continued checking Dean's head for bumps and whatever the hell else doctor's checked for. "And shouldn't you be sanitizing or something?" He was clutching a rapidly reddening tissue, with his head tilted back.
They had migrated to Gabriel's bathroom to "treat" Dean. The two doctors were hovering over his spot on the toilet, completely ignoring all his jokes and complaints.
"The term is sterilizing, Dean. And stop whining, we're checking to see if you have a concussion."
Cas was cleaning up the mess in the kitchen.
"He should be fine, but you better have him come in tomorrow morning for a proper check-up, just in case."
"No way in hell-"
"Sounds good, I'll bring him in myself if I have to."
"Where's Cas?" Dean's voice sounded weird to his own ears, nasally as a result of his nose clutching.
Gabriel didn't even try to hide the blatant smirk on his face. "Cleaning the kitchen, I'll send him back."
Dean glowered them all the way out the door.
xXx
His nose had finally stopped bleeding by the time Cas made it to the bathroom to check on him. For whatever reason Dean couldn't fathom, Cas was shirtless. Not that he was complaining.
The dirtied button down shirt he was clutching got tossed casually to the side as he strode in, and there was a brief moment where Dean hoped-shit Cas was going to sex him back to health. His eyes were glued to the lean abdomen approaching, tracing the sharp lining of hip bone that peered just above the low rise of Cas' jeans.
"Um. Hi," He croaked, Dean felt dumb. Why was he talking?
Cas blinked at him, glancing down at himself almost self-consciously. "Oh, sorry. You and Gabriel had a chocolate and water war and my shirt was one of the casualties."
"Hm, that so?" Dean licked his lips, not sure what the fuck he thought he was doing as he reached for Cas, who had come to a stop a foot in front of him. Heat crept up his fingertips and into his arm from where he touched Cas' bare arm to tug him closer.
Their eyes were fixed on each other, Dean breathing in the utter closeness, and letting his fingers wander where they shouldn't. Cas inhaled deeply when Dean touched his stomach, tracing down, dipping briefly into his navel-
"Dean?" He was confused, pretty blue eyes clouding over with something Dean recognized as hopeful arousal.
"Cas I-" Dean was pulling, clutching now at Cas' slim hips, pulling forward and pushing down at the same time, his body went willingly.
"What is it?" Cas knelt in front of him, faces now level, blue tracing the remnant trail of dried blood lingering around Dean's nostrils. "What do you want?" Their eyes locked again.
Dean felt light head again, the sudden rush would have knocked him off his feet had he been standing. The look in Cas' eye was driving him insane. Pupils dilating, black pushing over blue, glazing over in another coat of definite arousal.
Before it became a conscious thought he was leaning forward, slanting his mouth over Cas'. Dean closed his eyes and tried to remember the last time human contact had felt so good. So natural.
His fingers combed into that thick nearly black hair, edging himself off the toilet seat. He pressed into Cas to get friction, warmth, closer. Anything that was more of Cas.
Nails were digging into Dean's clothed back, raking down as they toppled backward or forward. He didn't give a fuck. All Dean registered was Cas suddenly underneath him, hugging him to his glorious half-naked body. Dean shifted himself up, hips sliding against Cas' involuntarily, gaining an approving hiss from the other man.
It was overwhelmingly easy, making out with Cas. Dean was kissing and pressing and pawing at the other man like there was no tomorrow. His head rushing with a sudden need to have as much of Cas as he could get as soon as possible. He groaned against that beautifully talented mouth, opening his eyes to take in the scene.
Cas was panting underneath him, staring right back. The confusion was gone, replaced by an urge that reflected Dean's intentions perfectly. The sight sent an excited jolt straight down to his cock. He leaned down to mouth at the solid line of Cas' collarbone, reveling in the deep groans he was able to drag out. The fingers at his back skated down until they hit the dip just before the curve of Dean's ass, slipping underneath the waistline of his jeans.
Fuck why had he waited so long to do this?
Maybe it was the mind blowing relief at giving into the fantasy of finally having Cas all to himself, but his heart was pumping, black cutting out the corners of his vision-
Wait a second.
Why was everything suddenly turning sideways?
The last thing Dean registered was Cas' concerned voice calling his name, barely reaching his ears, and Cas sitting up to catch him before he hit the cold tiled floor.
xXx