Holy crap, you guys.

It's literally been over a year since I updated anything. This is the first thing I'm updating.

This past year has included a divorce and a whole bunch of mental problems that I still have to get seen for when I start my new job. Slowly, though, my motivation is coming back and so is my imagination. Maybe after a few prescribed meds I'll be able to fully function within the creative department.

This story is far from ending, of course and I've got more concrete ideas for it. I do not know when I'll be able to update again. I'm starting a new job on Monday and I have to get a routine going. I also got my Bachelor's Degree in Business Administration, btw! Woot!

I have forgotten how enjoyable it is to edit my own stories. :D I also am debating putting in a twist in the future that will probably piss some people off but it would be so cool afterwards and contribute to the actiony part of the story. I don't know yet.

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Please enjoy!

"Where's Sam?"

"I thought Sam had sent you home, Gabriel."

Gabriel plopped down onto Castiel's desk which was placed in a room called "the bullpen", which Gabriel understood to the fullest. People's partners fight to be the top of their little sidekick pool and stand out to get some kind of promotion or raise or even fame. What Gabriel liked about this force of agents was that, although, they could be cutthroat and competitive, they are still united. It was commendable. Not saying there weren't any bad eggs in the mix but most times certain police forces were cool like that.

"To listen when ordered is not part of my whole being and soul and I would not deviate from who I am." Gabriel explained with a mocked know-it-all tone. Castiel tapped the enter button on his keyboard and sighed in relief. He sat back in his computer chair with his hands on his lap.

"No, I wouldn't believe so."

"Besides, I wanted to hang with my secret little brother."

"Sam is talking to Agent Singer about Meg's escape. Anything related to Lucifer is taken to him and is given priority." Castiel explained. Gabriel looked away. What if the con-man was included into the conversation? Besides Castiel, Gabriel was a GREAT lead towards Lucifer and Sam had them both. Agent Singer had to know something because there was no way Sammy would lie to his bosses.

"You're worried." Castiel observed so eloquently.

"Well, yeah. You just said that anything or any WHO, more like it, related to Lucifer gets snitched to the boss dudes." Gabriel stood for a brief second before plopping his ass on the hard carpet and leaning his back up against Castiel's desk drawers. Castiel waited until the two agents passing by made their way to the other side of the bullpen before speaking.

"I don't think Sam would tell Bobby about you, Gabriel."

"First of all, that whole event that just occurred and just happened to include me is the strongest lead the FBI has on our dear brother. What the hell else are they talking about?! Second, YOU haven't even told Sammy who you are." Gabriel narrowed his eyes at Castiel as his little brother looked from him and found some neat papers on his desk suddenly exciting.

"Yeah, see? You obviously don't trust Sam enough to let him know that his partner of nth number of bromancing years is actually one of the little bros of a very notorious criminal whose name will be permanently burned into the CIA, DOD, NSA, FBI's, and any other three lettered agencies both domestic and foreign 'Dead Only lists.'" Gabriel would like to say that he wasn't starting to panic at all. Ehem...

"The DOD is a branch of the CIA." Castiel needlessly corrected.

"What the fuck ever, Cas!" Gabriel whispered harshly and irritably. "I'm screwed! I need to disappear!" Gabriel felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at his little brother.

"Don't go, Gabriel." There was a flash of sadness across the man's scruffed face. Puppy dog eyes became pleading as Cas continued. "Let's go out for lunch. I have not seen you since you left." The feeling of something that was lost overwhelmed the older brother and he was just starting to realize how much exactly he missed his family. Gabriel wrapped his hand around Castiel's forearm with a small smile.

"Sure, brother."

"Uh, Cas? I know that I might've pissed you off and then some when I left you forever ago but I don't think you need to murder me in a place like this." Gabriel commented as they took the stone stairs down into a brick building that didn't seem so maintained. It seemed like they were headed into a basement of sorts which had Gabriel questioning how glad Cas actually was in seeing him.

"What are you talking about? This is no place to commit murder." Cas opened a steel door with a sign that said, Ellen's Bar & Grill hanging over it. "Well, it wouldn't be my preference, at least." Castiel smirked at Gabriel as he held the door open. Gabriel narrowed his eyes. It looked like his little brother has inherited the family's natural smartass gene. That was good. Gabriel was close to losing hope.

"You scare me." Gabriel commented as he walked through the open door.

"I've been told that many people fear me." Castiel followed behind Gabe. At least, the inside of this place was better maintained than the outside. Dark wooden floors, matching stools and bar with, actually, a fine selection of spirits set up on shelves behind it. There were tall tables scattered everywhere and quite a few booths. It felt very...nice. This type of bar didn't look like it even belonged in this city.

Let's see if the menu could match up.

"Do you believe that?" An older woman waved towards Castiel from behind the bar as Gabriel chose a booth that was close to the back so that he could have a chance to escape if suddenly, just maybe, the feds decided to rush in and arrest him...He did not, however, have a plan for if Castiel decided to slap those cuffs on him. Cas took a seat from across Gabriel and the older brother watched the agent genuinely consider the question.

"It's highly probable. Criminals require some incentive to be exploited and some tactics have to align with the FBI's goals and procedures. Fear seems to do the job very well." Gabriel regarded him.

"Riiiight."

"A menu for…?" The older woman came by the table.

"Hello, Ellen. This is my older brother."

"Oh? Another Collins? Haven't seen one of you in a long time." Who exactly was she talking about? Couldn't be Cas because he seemed to come in here all the time. Was it safe to even tell her about Gabriel? Well, he can give a fake first name and it didn't seem like she talked to anybody real important. As long as she didn't describe him to Sam or Singer.

"Probably for the best." Gabriel pitched in. "We all seem to be trouble makers."

"As long as you're not bringin' trouble to my bar then you're welcome to it." Ellen turned towards Castiel. "The usual, sweetie?"

"Yes, please." Ellen gave Gabriel an one piece laminated piece of thick paper. "I'll come back with to get yours, son. Drinks?"

"Water." Castiel stated.

"As much as I want to test your incredible skills in fluffy cocktails that I'm sure you have, I'll just have a Corona, with a lime please." Gabriel retorted as his eyes raced through the menu.

"Alrighty. Nice to see you again, Castiel. Tell that boyfriend of yours to call me or else I'll have him wringed up by his feet and sic Jo on him."

"Of course, Ellen." Ellen graced her way across the floor and into some back room. Gabriel gave Castiel a questioning look. Jo?

"Agent Harvelle. She is in our unit. Um, the young blonde one? She is Ellen's daughter." Castiel tried. Ah, the baby girl of the team. That made it seem like the world got a lot smaller. Gabriel was sure Joanna and Ellen had a good enough relationship that they talked.

"On that note, do you know how old she is? Because she looks like she should still be in high school instead of the FBI." Oh, wow! The menu was almost too unique and Gabriel's eyes widened as they closed in on the dessert part of the menu.

"She doesn't take too kindly to comments like that."

"She's not here."

"...hopefully." Gabriel looked up at his brother with suspicious eyes. He caught a glimpse of Cas looking around to make sure and now understood why Jo would possibly be in the unit. She was the sneaky one.

"Okay, so let's back up. You just told Miss Ellen that I was your older brother. Sure, she doesn't know my real name but then you told me her daughter is in the same unit as you which I am currently present in to some extent. Do they talk much because I'm just a tiny bit worried that Ellen would be able to describe me to some FBI agents at this point." Castiel looked towards the bar with a frown.

"You're correct. If she describes you to Jo as you are now and as my brother, then that would prove somewhat disastrous. They wouldn't know that you were Gabriel Novak."

"Sam knows."

"Point taken. Although, that was a little shocking finding out that Sam brought you on knowing that you were you without an arrest."

"Well, I sort of just forced myself in."

"It wasn't as shocking as seeing you for the first time in nearly a decade or so. With my current job, keeping track of the calendar has been difficult." Gabriel stayed silent as he was scrutinized by his little brother. Cas got a bit more passive aggressive as the years went by didn't he?

"Cas. What are we gonna do about Ellen?" Gabriel asked hoping to get back to the current problem. Castiel rolled his eyes as Ellen made her way over with Gabriel's corona and Cas' water.

"Let me handle it." The annoyance in Castiel's voice made Gabriel tense in his seat and shut up. Ellen placed their drinks on coasters with a smile. She faced Gabriel.

"Ready to order?" Gabriel looked up at her with a small smile of his own.

"Just a few more minutes."

"Ellen." Castiel voiced with seriousness. This cause Ellen smile to disappear as she faced his little brother with concern. Castiel looked up at her with brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

"Will you be able to keep my brother's presence here a secret? He is working a case with me and it would be ideal if no one knew he was here." Both Ellen and Castiel both stared at each other. Ellen held contemplation and Castiel held apprehension. Then the smile on Ellen's face returned with a softer hue to it.

"Of course. What kind of bartender would I be if I couldn't keep a secret?" Ellen winked and left them alone for a little bit. Gabriel breathed out in relief and a grin.

"Whew. Thank God, am i right?"

The thief looked back down at the menu as silence took the space between them. Gabriel couldn't tell if it was awkward or not because firstly, he didn't think Cas knew awkward but with wasted years that could've change. Secondly, the dessert menu was making him salivate.

"Have you tried the white chocolate pistachio brownie a la mode?" Gabriel asked sincerely, breaking the silence.

"Gabriel, where have you been? Why have you not contacted us for so long?" Castiel suddenly asked, totally disregarding his brother's important question. Gabriel's palms suddenly went cold and clammy as he swallowed dryly. "A criminal of your caliber would have no problem retrieving the necessary contact information if it were to change."

"Now, you see, that's where you're wrong, kiddo. If you totally changed who you are, your face and your entire life I MIGHT NOT be able to find you at all." Gabriel retorted. Talk about bringing up your walls and defenses.

"Gabriel, please." And there goes those same walls because the con artist was never able to dodge or lie his way out of a situation if it involved Castiel for some reason. He looked up at his little brother. He was wearing a

I'm-really-not-in-the-mood-to-take-your-shit-in-this-kind-of-scenario face. The older brother sighed and put down his menu. Ellen came back again and took Gabriel's order of steak alfredo. After, she left to their own strained conversation.

"You want all of the truth?" Gabe asked after stuffing the lime into the neck of his bottle and taking a swig.

"That would be preferable," was the expected response. Gabriel, again, sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. How does one go about telling their little brother why you pretty much shunned the whole of your family for so long? Gabriel didn't know besides his usual subject avoidance measures he used on marks when the conversation got too serious, boring, or off track. He figured that it wasn't going to work here. Probably just being blunt would work...hopefully.

...As Gabriel remembered it, that was probably the best choice.

"I dunno, Cas. I seriously lost track of time." Gabriel saw Cas' frown deepen. "I can assure you, that's not the only reason. I mean, I left because of Lucifer and Michael and I just didn't feel like I belonged there anymore. Then, I just lost all of you, though, I didn't make much of an effort to really find any of you which is, I guess, a bad big bro thing to do...I just didn't want to deal with any of it anymore. Mike and Lucy suddenly wanted me to take sides and...I couldn't." Castiel wasn't really looking at him any more but his eyes were scrunched up like the look he got when he was younger, when he would be thinking hard about something. Gabriel started to get nervous.

"Um, I couldn't bring you along because, I couldn't really babysit and I figured you had a better chance at a better life with everyone else and not me. I mean, look at you! Mister FBI man! I bet that pay is awesome!"

"As compared to selling stolen items like Poseidon's Trident?" Gabriel smiled broadly as his little brother seemed to pick up on Gabriel's uncomfortable mood and bring up one of his most lucrative and successful heists. He leaned back against the chair; his back muscles relaxing.

"Well, you're earning an honest living. My kind of life has a higher cost of living." Castiel was in the midst of rolling his eyes but his greasy burger made it to his line of sight.

"You're pasta is coming. That steak ain't easy to cook right." Ellen explained to Gabriel.

"Perfection takes time." Gabriel wasn't going to say that he was slightly flirting with the older woman but it was kind of obvious when his eyebrows waggled on reflex. Apparently, Ellen caught the look and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it looks like you need some more of that time then." Ellen remarked, taking a jab at his age as compared to hers. She was going to make a man real lucky one day. Unless she was already, then good job! She walked away with a subtle skip in her step after their "age is sexy" conversation.

"Something just happened." Castiel stated; trying to understand what had just happened.

"Don't worry about it, little bro. You'll understand when you're older." Gabriel sassed looking at the burger that looked like it was made for a commercial. "Clogging your arteries much?"

"Your relationship with desserts, which I am certain has not changed, makes that statement less credible and insulting."

"Touché, Cas. You're less of an airhead now and more of an sarcastic asshole. You inherited the family's famous gene! I wonder if your boyfriend was the one to awaken you."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Castiel answered as he started in on his burger.

"Of course, you don't." Gabriel smiled. Castiel has definitely grown up. Before, he couldn't comprehend certain human habits and phrases or slang but life has taught his little brother well or maybe hardened him. It seemed that Lucifer or Michael didn't mess him up too bad. Gabriel then pushed away any feelings or thoughts about Lucifer and Michael. He would deal with that later. Right now, he wanted to enjoy his time with his baby brother.

Sitting in Special Agent Robert Singer's office was something unexpected. It was one of the last places Gabriel would have ended up; if ever. Well, he guessed a lot of things were changing in his life so he should stop expecting things anymore. Agent Bobby Singer, who was looking like he didn't belong in a suit in the first place, was leaning back in his "leader" chair and stared Gabriel down in a calm and manly way. Bobby seemed to be as manly as manly men got. At least to Gabriel. If someone had a different opinion then, well, everyone was entitled to one. Bobby was a leader of all manly men and that was a fact.

"So, you're Gabriel Novak." Bobby stated in a criticising way.

"Ah, yes. The one who currently places second under the notorious, hardened criminal, Lucifer, who probably also takes first on many other hit lists." Gabriel added, unnecessarily. He was just trying to save everyone from spelling out his whole resume.

"Don't be smart with me, boy." Very older manly. "Not when you're also Lucifer's brother." So, Gabe guessed that Sam did tell Singer everything. He wasn't sure how he should take that.

"You'd be surprised at how much of a family I actually have. Wouldn't be surprised if some of them were in the system." Gabriel could feel Castiel tense behind him.

"You okay?" Sam mumbled from next to his little brother. It was a silent response as Agent Singer narrowed his eyes at Gabriel.

"Now, the biggest problem I have is figuring out what to do with you. I wish Sam didn't tell me anything about you but he had no choice especially after Master's escape."

"Maybe he shouldn't have told you about that." Singer leaned forward in his chair.

"Son, I am the only one who can keep you out of trouble without sacrificing Winchester's career and his life." Gabriel felt a little tiny after that.

"Right."

"We have a few options."

"Uh huh." Gabriel figured he shouldn't have words anymore. To be honest, Gabriel didn't want to cross the head agent at all. He felt like if he wronged the dude in anyway then the thief would experience a wrath he hadn't seen yet. And Gabriel has suffered through every kind of wrath so far.

"The obvious one is turning you in and charging you with everything we have on you. OR I can turn you in and make you an official confidential informant and squeeze you for all the useful information you have about Lucifer and any other job we come across. I'm sure you know a lot of people in that world of yours." Singer laid it all out.

"After you said 'turning you in', I definitely stopped listening." Gabriel pointed out. Bobby glared at him.

"Novak." Sam sounded like he was scolding a small child.

"I have a counter offer that will make everybody happy."

"Here we go." Both Singer and Sam exasperated. Gabriel turned in his seat to raise a brow at Sam.

"Keep having that kind of attitude, Sammy, and you might have to work a little harder to get into these amazing pants of mine." Gabriel turned back around after Sam rolled his eyes and...was that a pink hue to the man's impressively chiseled cheeks? Too bad Gabriel didn't have time to lull over his possible hallucination.

"Anyway, here's the deal. I don't like to be turned in and I don't like to be squeezed; at least, in the bad way. You don't want me to be set free especially with information on Lucifer."

"My hair is thinning faster than my patience." Singer quipped gruffly. Gabriel smiled.

"That. was. beautiful." He stated but turned somewhat serious again. "So, for the counter offer. You don't turn me in at all. I will voluntarily be a C.I. but I will only be Sammy's C.I. and it has to be under the name I'm using now. My loyalty will sit with tall, tan, and irresistible over there and you'll get the jackpot of information. I also get to go onto any mission that involves my information."

"We cannot be responsible for your safety." The head agent countered.

"I'll make sure he's alright, sir." Sam piped in and Gabriel was a little moved.

"Please. I've done heists more dangerous than what you guys do." Gabriel waited a beat. "I mean I'm not a handsome and well rounded criminal mastermind or anything. I just know things." Singer rolled his eyes at the con man's sarcastic stupidity.

"What do we do if you get hurt or worse; die?" He asked.

"If I get hurt, all I need is a way out and you can make it like I was never there. If I die, well, that's easier than disappearing. But, really, I can never die."

"With a cocky attitude like that, you might as well have already signed your contract with death." Sure, don't hold back, Agent Singer. "If I let you in on anything, you have to; HAVE TO, listen to every order that Sam gives you. If I catch any wind about you doing something to jeopardize any of our missions or our careers even more, I will personally beat you six feet into the damn ground." Don't be smart, Gabe, don't be smart.

"Yes, sir!" Gabriel saluted and smirked. Was that smart? It could have been worse. "You guys ready for a wild ride?" Gabriel pointed looks to Sam and Castiel.

"Please don't say that." Sam said grabbing the short man's arm and hoisting him up.

"Whoa, Sammy, I like-"

"Not the time, Gabriel. We got paperwork."

Paperwork got done; which, by the way, took more than the rest of the work day. He gave them all false information that was related to himself, of course. A little fraud was nothing compared to the shit he committed and was always committing.

Fuck the Po-lice!

Gabriel was also told that no one else in the unit would know who he actually was for their own safety which he wholeheartedly agreed to. He was already feeling too uncomfortable by the amount of people that knew him.

Now, it was way past dinner time and Gabriel thought it was over when they were all heading home. For some reason, Castiel was brought along.

"Soooooo, we're not done for tonight, are we?"

"No." Sam bluntly stated.

"We are required to brainstorm plans of how we will use your information." Castiel explained further.

"Lucifer is a hot ticket item and we have to jump on any leads we get on him." Yeah, they were definitely partners. Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"Come on. We've been through a lot and we're exhausted. Besides, Luci is most likely not going anywhere and to really get the big bro we need Meg and she's trying to find the shadows that Luci hasn't been in yet to hide. There's only so much we can do without her." Gabriel argued smoothly. It WAS his job so it was easy peasy. The car was silent for a moment as Sam's house came into view.

"He'll probably make a move when he figures out that Masters is gone." Sam pointed out quietly.

"Only against Meg unless anyone tells the devil where she's been in the past 24 hours then that building might be compromised and we all might be screwed."

"That's comforting."

"If you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm your man, Sammy! We can also add cuddling if ya want."

"I'll keep that in mind." Sam was being a lame moose today. They pulled up to the house but the lights were already on. The driveway was sporting a classic black impala. He could also smell the grill going.

"Hey, Sam? Who broke into your house and decided to steal our hearts with dinner instead of stealing your stuff?" Gabriel asked.

"It's just my brother." Sam answered as he got out of the car. Castiel turned in his seat to address Gabriel.

"I called him to say that I had to go to Sam's house to work late. It seems he wanted to come along, too."

"Wait, even if we were drawing up plans tonight, which we're not because come on! Isn't it all classified? You wouldn't want to put your boyfriend in danger, right?"

"I think Dean would be able to handle himself. He could also prove useful since he's employed by the CIA." Gabriel stared at his little brother. First off, whoa! That was a big fish his bro caught outta this sea! Second, think of all the secrets that man could be keeping! Lastly, hell yeah he could be useful! Castiel's boyfriend was fucking around with the CIA and knowing the Winchesters as per example of Sammy, the man was into something deep!

"Yeah. Yeah, he definitely could be useful." Gabriel repeated as him and Castiel stepped out of the car. They all went inside and Gabriel's mouth watered. He smelled deep frying fries and bacon and it was just so orgasmic that he was willing to rub out his food boner right then and there.

"Sam, you have a great brother." Gabriel declared as he beelined towards the kitchen.

"Thanks." Sam responded as he followed and took off his jacket.

"Wish my brothers cooked like this." Gabriel muttered as he drooled over the pile of fries on the counter.

"How many do you have?" Sam asked casually as he took his tie off and started unbuttoning his dress shirt.

"Five brothers and two sisters." Gabriel didn't know if he just blurted that out because he trusted Sam or if he thought the information wasn't that important enough to be worth keeping to himself. He still had a sense of family protection so it was probably because he did trust Sam. A lot, even, for some strange reason.

"Are they all felons?" Sam had a little teasing tone in his voice and that made Gabriel happy for some reason.

"Some are, some were, some are even on the force themselves." *wink wink* "We all had different aspirations in life, I guess." Gabriel picked a trial fry up.

"That's interesting."

"It's chaotic but I love chaotic. It's mostly entertaining." Gabriel ate the seasoned fry and had to sit down at the dining table because his knees went weak from falling in love with the crunchy goodness. Sam followed suit but finally took off the dress shirt he was wearing to reveal a white wife beater.

"You wear a wife beater under all of that?"

"Sometimes. It gets hot." Sam gave him a questioning look with those hazel eyes of his as Castiel headed to the pack patio. Gabriel's eyes took pictures as they lewdly roamed Sam's muscles. Hot damn! The man did work out just like Gabriel imagined. The thief might have been drooling.

"Come on! Really?" Sam voiced noticing Gabriel eating him with his eyes; not that he was hiding it or anything.

"Appreciation, Sammy. It is one of the reasons of why I do what I do." Gabriel replied smoothly. "Anyway, before you distracted me, I wanted to ask you something...Does your brother tell you anything about his job?" There was a millisecond of hesitation due to the change of subject.

"No, Dean says he's trying to protect us."

"I guess that's a good reason."

"Funny thing is, although he has to lie to us all the time, Cas can't tell him a lie. Not sure why."

"That's interesting." Speak of the devil, Castiel and "Dean" walked in. Dean had a plate filled with seasoned burgers and glorious melted cheese. Gabriel noted that he was kind of a pretty boy.

"I didn't know you were bringing someone over which means less burgers for us."

"I promise to only eat one and the other half of Sammy's cuz I know he won't eat all of it. I mean, have you seen his body?" Gabriel spoke up. Dean gave looks to both Sam and Cas.

"Who is this guy?" Sam was about to answer when Gabriel stood up and wiped his hands on his pants.

"Hi, I'm Benny and I'm a consultant for the FBI. I work closely with Agent Winchester here." Gabriel greeted with a smile but Dean continued to look at him suspiciously. Dean quietly walked into the kitchen to set down the burgers. The three in the dining room gave each other somewhat nervous looks. Sam's brother then walked back over to the table and stepped into Gabriel's bubble. Of course this one was taller than him. Everyone was.

"Only some of that crap was true." Dean accused a little menacingly. No way was this asshole about to scare Gabriel with his macho crap. Nope!

"My, you are a smart one, you are." Gabriel said with a mock accent.

"Novak." Sam sighed. There really wasn't any reason to lie to Sam's brother since he was CIA and well, Sam's brother. Dean's head snapped towards Sam.

"Hold up." Dean backed away from Gabriel just a bit as Sam's lips formed a tight line. "That's why you looked familiar." Well, Gabriel could have tried harder to upkeep his disguise throughout the day. Maybe then he wouldn't be recognized by the brother. "Are you saying that you brought a fugitive into your house?"

"I would like to point out that I'm in the top five list of notorious white collar felons. I would like to think that I'm not a normal fugitive."

"Gabriel, please, be quiet. It is already known what rank you hold." Cas pointed out with annoyance. Well, now...

"Um, I caught him...finally?" Sam said sounding very unsure of himself right now.

"Are you being cute with me?"

"He doesn't have to try much." Gabriel continued to add his shiny two cents.

"Gabe, please."

"Gabe? What the hell happened between now and the last time I saw you that made you get all cozy with this asshole?"

"I wouldn't say asshole…" Gabe muttered.

"Criminals are assholes. You're a criminal. So, you're an asshole."

"Look," Gabriel pushed out through gritted teeth. He really wasn't that much of an asshole. He was more gentlemanly. "I'm just here to help with getting Lucifer. He's getting out of control and I think something needs to be done about him."

"Lucifer was out of control ever since he made it onto the most wanted list. What makes you care now?"

"Dean, Lucifer is Gabriel's brother." Sam explained. The silence was almost unbearable after that. Dean stood still for a moment and stared at Gabriel. Even Gabriel could feel the pressure of the brother's thoughts whiz through the air.

"If it makes you feel better, Balthazaar is my cousin." Finally, Dean sighed and headed for the kitchen.

"I need some whiskey." Dean mumbled as he scratched his head.

"Can I get a glass, too?" Gabe asked still standing like a statue. Dean looked back at him with narrowed eyes. Gabriel brought his hands up and clasped them together. He brought up his best puppy dog eyes.

"Pleeeeeeaaaase?"

"Ugh. Whatever." Dean turned away as Gabriel gave a thumbs up to Sam and Cas. They both stared at him with expressions that said they were so done with him.

"What?" Gabriel asked.

"You're too much." Sam stated.

"And yet, you can't have enough of me." Sam stood up and put his big hands in his pockets.

"You're probably right." He said casually and strode off to the kitchen. Gabe's jaw dropped and he froze in his spot.

"What…?"

"Are you okay, Gabriel?" Cas asked from sitting at the table. Gabriel looked at him and closed his mouth.

"Uh, yeah...just...I never thought Sam would start playing my game." Although, he could have been playing since the beginning.

"What game?"

"Chicken."