A/N: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's been forever since I've updated. Work has be insane. It's no excuse, I know. I'm sorry. Besides. I had a lot of trouble with this chapter. I had mentioned there might be some Sabriel in this fic.. well... I am trying to make that happen. I can write Destiel with no problem. But, Sabriel, for some reason, it's difficult for me. sigh So, here it is. I hope it doesn't suck too bad. Just to get this all straight, this takes place the 2nd night at the bar (we're going backwards in time for this chapter). This is mostly from Gabe's point of view, I suppose. Here it goes... sorry about this.
Chapter 8
"Come on, little brother! I need to go out! You need to go out! You're only here for another couple of days, and I'm gonna be at work forever tomorrow. So... Let's go! Besides, maybe you'll run into mystery man Dean at the Roadhouse." Gabe smirked evilly at Castiel. The blue eyed man just scowled at his brother. "Come on, Cassie... Paleeaassseee?" Castiel let out a sigh. "Okay. But he won't be there. Besides, maybe I don't want to se him..." he trailed off. Gabe just kept smirking, putting his arm around Castiel's shoulders. "Come anyway. We'll go have a good time, just the two of us." Cas shook his head. "Yeah. I guess. Let's go."
To say that Cas was affected by Dean was an understatement. He was used to 'no commitment, no emotions, one night stands. Even though he'd had only one night, hell, only 2 hours, with Dean, he felt something. It was...different.. When he looked into Dean's green eyes, something ached in his chest. He'd never felt anything like that. Strange...But, whatever. There's no way a few hours with that Greek god of a man would mean anything to him. But, fuck, did they have a physical attraction. Just the thought of Dean was making Cas all hot and bothered. His cock was semi-hard as he changed into his best looking trousers and a crisp white button up shirt.
Gabe yelled from the other room, "Cassie, hurry up! I wanna get there before we die of old age!" Cas just rolled his eyes, took another hard look in the mirror, and walked out of the bathroom Gabe was no where to be seen. He made his way to the door, grabbed his keys and his phone and called over his shoulder, "Gabe, I'll be in the Camaro. Come down when you're ready." Cas didn't even close the door when he heard Gabe behind him. " All right! Let's do this!" Cas rolled his eyes again and continued out to his car.
They drove to the Roadhouse without speaking. Gabe was fiddling with the sound system, jumping from one station to the next, looking for God know's what. It was a comfortable silence between them. Cas liked being around his brother. At least Gabe never judged him for his "lifestyle," as Michael always did.. Anna would just shake her head and ask Cas when he was going to find a nice girl to settle down with, even though she knew he was gay. At least Gabe was on his side.
They reached the Roadhouse in only a few minutes. The parking lot wasn't too full, but there were enough people there to make it hard to find a parking spot up close. "Gabe, Ill drop you at the door and to park. I'll be inside in a minute." Gabriel jumped out of the passenger door and all but bounced into the bar. Cas just smiled. His brother was always so enthusiastic about things. Cas found a parking space and followed Gabe inside... He handed his keys over to Gabe, hoping he'd be too wasted to drive home later.
Cas didn't mean to do it, but he found himself searching the bar for Dean. No sign of him. Oh well, it was a long shot, anyway. Gabe was waving and saying hi to everyone he was, so Cas just followed him until he heard, "Dean-o!" Cas eyes darted to the bar where Gabe was standing There he was... Holy Fuck! He was even more gorgeous than he had remembered.. Whatever conversation was going on between Dean and his brother was lost on Castiel. He pushed his brother aside and locked eyes with Dean. When he was Cas, Dean's eyes went wide. Cas took a few steps and lent into Dean's ear and said, "Hello Dean."
Gabe didn't know what to say, and that was something because Gabe could always say something... He watched his brother speak into Dean's ear, then pull away.. Cas walked toward the bathroom with Dean behind him at his heels. "So much for brother bonding time," Gabe said to himself. He turned around, scanning the room carefully. He needed alcohol, and he needed to get laid. maybe not in that order.. Not seeing anything or anyone that interested him, he continued to the bard and ordered a beer. Ellen was there in a few seconds with a cold one for him. Gabe leaned on the bar and took another long look around. He sighed. It was going to be a long night no that Cassie had found his guy. Oh well, might as well drink up. He could at least accomplish one of his goals for the night.
Just as he finished his first of what he hoped was many more beers, a very tall, very gorgeous man sidled up to the bar next to him. Gabe didn't look at him, but said, "Come her often, short stuff?" The tall man turned to look at Gabe and smiled. 'You talking to me, brown eyes?" Gabe's ears turned pink. Damn, he's hot. "Yeah, Sasquatch, I'm talking to you." He turned to look at the man squarely. He was a good six inches taller than Gabe, had longish brown hair, and eyes the color of caramel. When Gabe's eyes locked with the tall man's, he felt a shiver of arousal creep up his spine, and he swallowed thickly. Damn... The tall man gave him a big smile and held out his hand. "I'm Sam. And that was the worst pick up line I've heard in a long time. Does it ever work?" Gabe laughed. "Hey man, you're talking to me, aren't you?" He laughed again and took Sam's hand. "Nice to meet you, Sam. But you didn't answer my question. I come her all the time. Don't think I've ever seen you before. Do you come here often?" He punctuated each word with a small squeeze to Sam's hand. Sam just smiled and shook his head. "I'm visiting my brother for a few months. And, yeah. I've been here a lot. Never saw you here before. I'd remember those honey colored eyes if I had." Gabriel's ears turned pink yet again. He tried to hid his flush by tipping his head backed laughing full out. Using his best southern belle voice, he said, "Why, Mr. Moose, dear sir, I do believe you're flirting with me," and he batted his eyelashes at Sam. Sam laughed. "Why yes, dear sir. I believe that I am." He waggled his eyebrows. "Is it working?" They both laughed and Gabe said, "Sorry sweetie, I'm not that easy," with a wink. Sam gestured to the bartender, "Two beers, Ellen, if you please!" They looked at each other for a few beats and then the beers arrived. Gabe took his and turned to look out at the bar. He saw Castiel leaving with another man in tow. "Well, looks like I'm on my own for the night. Good thing I've got the keys." Sam turned to see his brother leaving as well.. "Wait, i think my brother Dean just left with your brother!" Gabe's eyes got huge.. "Your brother is 'Mr. Adonis Greek god Dean? Like Dean from the garage?" Sam shook his head. "And your brother is the mysterious blue eyed stranger? Oh man! Small world. I have to tell you, Dean's got it bad for your brother. I've never seen him so into someone before. And he didn't even know his name!" He shook his head again. "What is his name, anyway?" Gabe smiled. "Castiel... I can't believe this. My brother is fucking your brother. Although, Cassie seemed pretty taken with Dean, too." They both stood there for a moment, close enough for their arms to touch, not saying anything. Gabe could feel the heat from Sam's body, and it was making him dizzy. He took a deep breath, gave Sam one of his smart ass smirks and said, "Well, being gorgeous must be in your family's genes." Sam quirked his eyebrow at him. "Really? That's even worse than 'Do you come here often.' If you wanna get to know me, you don't have to use stupid lines. Just talk, Gabe." The shorter man's smirk slipped. "Look, Sam. I like you, you're nice. And good looking. Hell, you're super hot. But I don't do relationships. EVER. Anything more than smart ass comments and sexual innuendos are beyond me." Sam looked at him, seeming to evaluate what he was just told. "Well, since I'm only here short term, emotions don't have to be involved." Sam turned and stepped closer to Gabe. He leant down to his ear and said, "Wanna get outta here, Gabe? I promise, you'll have a good time." Gabe pulled back just a bit so that he could look into Sam's eyes. "Yeah," he swallowed hard. "Let's go."