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Chapter 2: Summer Nights

The Night Before

"Cut, cut, cut, for Father's sake, everyone just stop." Gabriel sighed, frustration rolling off of him in waves. They have been going at this for hours and they just couldn't get the right take, he may be older than the Earth itself but this archangel wasn't as in touch with his patience as one would think.

This was a disaster, when it wasn't one of the backup dancers almost face planting into the metal seats, it was John who couldn't get the right attitude that the scene needed: either he played it too safe and looked as if he wasn't trying to mess up or he put too much emphasis during the song that he looked too much of a cocky asshole. He couldn't get the right balance between the two. Gabriel wondered how this guy even kept going in the business later on in the years. He gestured the actor towards him with a wave, and John tilted his head in response before turning back to the guys who played Kenickie and Sonny. Gabriel didn't bother to remember their names, it would be easier to just call them by their characters name, only the main stars get called their names, barely. John nodded his head in response something Sonny said and turned to walk towards Gabriel.

"Hey boss, how's it going?" John said.

"Not as good as I hoped, Johnny. See it's just this number, every take just turns out to be worse than the one before it. Can you tell me how is that possible?" Gabriel said with a sigh, if this movie hadn't worked out then he would have quit a while ago. Sure he liked to put on his own little 'productions' but that was easier, and it's always a plus when all the poor suckers got what they deserve. But this was different, it was more of his own brain child, everything had to be perfect, and anything less wouldn't cut it.

"I know boss, I just can't seem to get the right attitude for this take. Let me try one more time, I think I got it this time." John asked with a bated breath.

"One time, and if it doesn't work out, we'll have to work something out." Gabriel relented, turning around, already thinking of what he could do. It had to be Johnny but if he couldn't get this on his own he won't know what he'll do.

Gabriel sat in front with a butterscotch in his hand, the camera man readying the camera before an assistant cued the scene and Gabriel yelled action. Johnny and the rest of the T-Birds all gathered at the top of the metal stands by the football field, they started going through the lines, and while the beginning was decent, when it was time to incorporate the dances, and the movements when he has to comb his hair and act cocky to his friends, it seemed almost too much. It was like he couldn't get a handle on it. Gabriel just stopped paying attention, he needed to figure out how he was going to fix this.

But he was going stir crazy. he

He needed someone who was a blank slate to bounce some ideas off of, and while the people from the 70s were all about free love and scoring dope, you know his kind of people, it would be redundant. After that fact, there wasn't a bunch of people left on the list of 'friends', there were some Pagan Gods he could talk too, but he didn't want to do that. Pulling the 'Loki' façade was getting a little old, but that cuts off most of the list. Gabriel rolled his eyes and looked up at the sky, not a cloud in sight, he kept glaring at it as if it would respond back. Gabriel felt nostalgic, looking at the sky reminded him of his brothers and sisters he could no longer talk too, you know being fake dead and all does ruin your social outings. But there was one angel he could talk to. He rolled his eyes again at how long it took him to remember his favorite brother, it was practically fate, a musically gifted angel to help with a musical itself.

"Cassie, we need to have a little chat." Gabriel said with a cheeky grin, dimples showing, "I need your help, c'mon. I know you're with the Winchesters. We need some brotherly bonding time too. Don't make me zap you into TV land again."

"Cassie, we need to have a little chat. I need your help, c'mon. I know you're with the Winchesters. We need some brotherly bonding time too. Don't make me zap you into TV land again."

Castiel tilted his head to the side as he heard Gabriel calling him. He was reluctant to leave the brothers but if he didn't his own brother would just make everything worse. While Gabriel had gone millenniums hiding out, his patience certainly didn't get better with time.

With a quick goodbye to the brothers, Castiel vanished leaving only the sound of fluttering wings behind. But Castiel was reluctant to time travel as it would take a chunk of power to, not that his brother had the same problem, being an archangel, Gabriel didn't have to use up much energy. He traveled to Venice, California, year 1977, even though he had no idea what Gabriel would even be doing there, it couldn't be that bad.

Okay, forget what he said about not being that bad, it was worse.

"What do you mean you want me to help with your movie?" Castiel asked with that unnerving stare of his. After Gabriel explained why he needed to speak to him, Castiel didn't know whether to question him or just fly away.

"Not help, you would be the musical producer, I guess." Gabriel paused, " I need some guidance with these song numbers and who better than Cassie; rebel angel with the voice that can make Father cry, all around sassy, power bottom, little brother of mine." Gabriel said with a smile as if it would convince Castiel. He then looked at his brother, the archangel, the one who was hiding from his own family, but then again wasn't he doing the same. Castiel looked down at his brother, golden eyes meeting his, he could see how important this was to him, but he didn't know why. Castiel also wondered what Gabriel meant by power bottom.

"Fine, Gabriel, what is it do you need from me?" Castiel relented, as we all knew he would.

A While Later

"Gabriel, I understand why you need my help, you were never good at reading music, but why is it that I have to wear this?" Castiel gestured to his ensemble of tight black pants and shirt combo with the jacket. While Sabrina, the hair stylist, and Katrina, the makeup artist, worked on his hair and face.

"Because when you show Johnny how it's done, he'll see how the final product is supposed to look." Gabriel said with a bored look on his face, winking at the twins working on Castiel, they were from his own collection of favorites from the earlier years. Tall, curvy, with legs going for miles. Their identical hazel eyes that changed in color depending on what they wore, along with their chocolate brown locks, while Sabrina had her straight hair reaching to her waist, Katrina has her more curlier hair up to her shoulders. The twins both winked in return, and with that they were finished with Castiel and walked away, but not before giving both brothers a peck on the lips. Castiel jerked back in surprise, while Gabriel didn't seem fazed, the girls left arm in arm out of the hair and makeup trailer.

"What can I say? I love the French." Gabriel said with a smirk in response to the bewildered look that Castiel gave him.

"Okay, do you think you have all the moves down?"

"I still don't understand why I am doin-" Castiel started before getting interrupted by Gabriel again.

"Because we need to see all of the components together." Gabe explained one more time.

"But if this movie already came out and was such a success, why do you need me?" Castiel asked

"Well dear brother, it may have been successful, but that doesn't mean that I know how I did it, and while Johnny did end up doing it perfect, he isn't doing that right now. So who better to help than my favorite brother?" Gabriel asked.

"I am the only brother that is aware you're alive, well maybe besides Lucifer, but he's still in the cage, and after "killing" you," Castiel said, using the quotation gestures. "I wouldn't believe that he thinks you're alive."

"I still can't believe Lucy thought I was that stupid to use only one double, but what can I say? I am the Trickster." Gabriel said with a satisfied smile on his face. "But do you remember the steps that Nicki showed you?"

"If you are referring the choreographer then yes, they seem to be simple, but there is a lot of hip movement." Castiel said, not perturbed, but looked even more confused with a hint of amusement.

"Yeah there is Cassie, my boy. But that'll help you someday, believe me." Gabriel winked salaciously at Castiel, who looked even more bewildered.

"I don't understand what you are implying brother." Castiel said tilting his head up towards his brother who hopped off the counter. Gabriel patted Castiel's knees before turning to the door.

"You will, sooner than you think I bet." Gabriel said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come brother of mine, it's time to show these humans how we angels do a performance."

Castiel resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his brother, instead choosing to follow him out, walking towards the football field. He sighed as he saw some people gesturing towards them, humans were too curious for their own good. Castiel tried to shove his hands in his pockets, but the pants were too tight to be comfortable and the jacket pockets were still small in comparison to the trench coat.

Gabriel stopped walking when he finally reached the rest of the crew by the camera. Most were just waiting for direction, while others seem to be rushing around getting last minute details right. One of the P.A's came up to Castiel and handed him a comb, small and black, one that would fit in his tight pockets.

"Okay, are you ready to do this?" Gabriel asked, not looking at him but gesturing John toward him.

"As ready as I'll ever be I suppose." Castiel, walking up the metal steps to the top where Sonny, Kenickie, Doody, and Putzie stood ready to rehearse the number. The rest of the background dancers in the sidelines waiting for their cue.

"Who's that boss?" John asked Gabriel, slightly worried. He didn't want to get replaced.

"Oh him, that's just my brother, don't worry you're not getting fired. I just want him to show you how I want it done." Gabriel said.

"Okay boss, are the girls going to practice too?"

"No, I just want you to focus on this, the girls filmed their scene already." Gabriel answered, gesturing to the sound guy, to start playing the track. "Watch and educate yourself."

John huffed, but turned to face the stands.

Castiel leaning against the metal wired railing between Kenickie who had a can in a brown bag in one hand while the other had a lit cigarette and Sonny, who had black shades on his face. Putzie and Doody walking up the rest of the way to meet Castiel and the others.

"Hey, I wanna hear about what Danny did at the beach."

"Yeah." The group besides Castiel said in union.

"Ah, it was nothing" Castiel replied nonchalantly.

"Sure nothing Zuko, right?" Kenickie said sarcastically.

"C'mon Danny, you got in her drawers, right?" Another one asked.

"Yeah c'mon, c'mon, tell us about that girl."

Castiel was playing the part just how Gabriel imagined it, and John had to admit, he was okay, so far.

"C'mon, you don't want to hear all the horny details." The boys started to heckle Castiel, just how they were supposed to, shaking Castiel, and pushing him against the gate.

"Are you kidding me?" One of them said, before Castiel finally relented, as his character was going to start his singing.

"Alright, I'll tell you!" Castiel said loudly, before standing fully straight. He began to sing, his voice clear as day. The rest of the cast falling unto the metal steps as they started the choreography.

Summer loving had me a blast,

Summer loving happened so fast,

I met a girl crazy for me,

Met a boy cute as can be,

Summer days drifting away,

To, uh oh, those summer nights

Well-a well-a well-a huh

Tell me more, tell me more

Did you get very far?

Tell me more, tell me more

Like does he have a car?

Castiel was standing towards the middle of the stands, surrounded by the other four guys. Them snapping their fingers and slightly bent at the knees, while Castiel stood in the middle, using his left hand, he pointed his finger out and moved it in a semi-circle to the people in the crew. John had to admit, the guy was good so far, but he could do that too. He looked to his boss, who looked like he was enjoying this performance way too much. John sighed before turning back to the guys.

She swam by me, she got a cramp

He ran by me, got my suit damp

I saved her life, she nearly drowned

He showed off, splashing around

Summer sun, something's begun

But, oh, oh, these summer nights

Well-a well-a well-a huh

Tell me more, tell me more

Was it love at first sight?

Tell me more, tell me more

Did she put up a fight?

Castiel popped his collar, and took a step down to the stand below. He walked two more paces to the right of his side before Kenickie grabbed his left arm and pulled him slightly back so he could walk ahead of him to stand below Castiel's. The whole group turning to the left, talking steps in that direction, when the background dancers from the right joined in. Then the group turned toward the right while Castiel stepped on the stand ahead of Kenickie's and taking a couple steps towards the right side, when more dancers came in from the left. Some of the dancers moving down steps while others stayed in their lanes. Repeating the same action towards the left again, Castiel took another step down.

When he got to the middle again Castiel looked towards Kenickie and used his pointer and middle finger of his right hand to make a gesture, shaking his hips from side to side. The rest of the dancers following his lead with the hip movements. Castiel along with the other dancers both lifted their left hand midway, and swung their right hand once in a spanking motion along to the beat.

Took her bowling in the Arcade

We went strolling, drank lemonade

We made out under the dock

We stayed up 'till ten o'clock

Summer fling, don't mean a thing

But, oh, oh, those summer nights

Tell him more, tell him more

But you don't gotta brag

Tell me more, tell me more

'Cause he sounds like a drag

Shoo-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop

Shoo-bop-bop shoo-bop-bop shoo-bop-bop YEAH!

The dancers all posed behind and beside of Castiel with their hand raised slightly too about their waist, Castiel with his hands up to around his shoulders lowered his hands and made the curvy body gesture. Cas then had his hands in the Shaka Sign position; his thumb and pinky out while his other fingers were touching his palms. With his hands around hip level, he thrusted his hips forward along with his hands a couple of times. Castiel along with the rest of the dancers all huddled close and started going with the beat, Castiel popping his collar again. He then tucked his white shirt into his pants and the angel grabbed the little comb from his pocket and started to comb the hair of the sides of his head. They started to side shuffle along the stands from the left to the right. While some of the guys had their back turned to the crew, others were facing front as was Castiel. Shuffling from the left to the other side of the stands. While the other dancers jumped and when they reached their next cue, Castiel pulled lightly on the curl at the top of his head, pulling softly to make the curl bounce. The guys around him striking a pose.

He got friendly, holding my hand

She got friendly down in the sand

He was sweet just turned eighteen

Well, she was good you know what I mean

Summer heat, boy and girl meet

But, oh, oh, the summer nights

Tell me more, tell me more

How much dough did he spend?

Tell me more, tell me more

Could she get me a friend?

Castiel and the guys were standing in the center of the stands, they shuffled back and forth a couple of steps when Sonny walked up behind Castiel and tapped his shoulder a couple of times. Castiel turned around and faced Sonny, he said his line perfectly and then Doody who was behind Sonny grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down on the stand forcing him to sit. Sonny went along and Kenickie wacked him on the nose with a comb of his own. Castiel walked toward the top of the stands at its highest point, stepping to the corner at the left side. He stood there and sang the last lines of the song. Looking out to the sky and put his right hand on his chest, dragging it upwards along his neck and the side of his face. With his hand fully extended towards the sky, Castiel sang the last note.

It turned colder, that's where it ends

So I told her we'd still be friends

Then we made our true love vow

Wonder what she's doing now

Summer dreams, ripped at the seams

Bu-ut oh, those summer nights!

Tell me more, tell me more!

Everything was quiet for a second, Castiel taking a deep breath, even though he didn't even have the need to. He stood in position, not turning around just yet.

"That is how you do it people!" Gabriel shouted, jolting Castiel who turned around to look at his brother. Gabriel had a big smile on his face, Castiel returned the smile lightly and started to trek down the stands and walk to his brother. John who was standing next to Gabriel, felt that his mouth was still open. This guy was fucking good. He felt Gabriel grab his shoulder to lead him the last few steps to reach Castiel.

"Cassie this is Johnny, he plays Danny. Johnny, this is my baby bro Cassie." Gabriel introduced.

"It's Castiel. It is nice to you Johnny." Castiel replied dryly, his voice slightly deeper due not singing in such a long time.

"Nice to meet ya. That was really good out there. I think I got what you mean boss." John said.

"Good, everybody take five, then we'll do a take with Johnny." Gabriel announced loudly. Clapping Castiel on the back the brothers turn to walk to the director's chair. Gabriel turning back to look at John. "Go get your face touched up."

"You were a natural out there baby bro." Gabriel said with a gleeful smile on his face. C

Castiel sat in the chair alongside his brothers. He did enjoy performing again, it's been such a long time, and for an angel you can imagine how long that is.

Present Time

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Dean was panicking in the motel bathroom while his brother and the two angels where in the room, talking about who knows what. Dean felt his hands slightly trembling, he huffed in irritation, gripping the sides of the sink to do something with his hands.

While he admittedly had thoughts of his best friend, that doesn't mean he was ready to tell the whole freaking world about it, or let anyone know, especially a certain angel. He knew he was going to have to address these thoughts he was having, but he hoped he would have a little more time to ignore it until it became a problem again. What the heck was Cas even doing? When did he get all confident and shit? Well it wasn't like Castiel was shy or anything, but this was different. He never thought Castiel could look so…

A loud knock sounded through the small bathroom. Dean looked up at the door, as he tried to still his hands.

"Dean, you okay in there?" Sam asked through the door.

"Oh jeez Sam, I forgot I was five and needed someone to hold my hand when I need to take a leak." Dean responded sarcastically through the door. Before turning around to flush the toilet. Dean went back to the sink and turned the cold water on. Looking down at the sink Dean noticed his cock was still a little hard, and he quickly rushed to splash water on his face and his neck, he needed to cool down.

Sam huffed in irritation before turning back to the two angels. Dean was a jerk most of the time, so Sam just let it go. He couldn't believe that Castiel could sing like that, he didn't really expect it, but was pleasantly surprised. Sam had to say he was excited that Gabriel's movie turned out to be Grease. He had to admit, he loved the movie since he was a kid. When his father went out on hunts, Dean would sit with him at the motel and let him watch Grease on the shitty motel room TV.

"Is Dean okay?" Castiel asked Sam from across the couch where he sat after Dean left. He didn't look upset per say, but you could tell he was confused and a little hurt. But he changed his expression to his usual indifferent look.

"He's fine Cassie, you don't need to be worried. The only thing you need to be thinking about is remembering the words to the ending number." Gabriel replied before Sam could.

"I remember them Gabriel, it's not that, we're angels, perfect memory. It's the words, they make no sense at all." Castiel was confused as to what the songwriter was thinking when he wrote it.

"Well that's what your dearly loved humans like to hear, well back then anyway. But then again, we do have a fan here with us. Don't we Sammy?" Gabriel smirked at Sam.

"Don't call me that." Sam automatically said in response, but he turned to look at Castiel. "But yeah, I've seen the movie, it was alright."

"It was alright? Sasquatch, are you kidding me? Do you know how popular that movie was, and still is? I'm magic baby." Gabriel said proudly, he already knew how much Sam was a fan, but Gabriel let it slide.

"Okay, don't need to boost your own ego there. But yeah, Grease was a really popular movie." Sam said to Castiel, who nodded as a response but wasn't really paying attention, still looking at the bathroom door. He looked away just as it opened to reveal Dean rubbing a hand over his face.

Dean willed his cock to soften because going out there with a chubby was not going to happen, he quickly thought of dead puppies. It went away quicker, because who got joy out of thinking about dead puppies, that's automatic instant dick relief. He grabbed his towel from the hook and wiped his face, neck, and hands dry. He placed the towel back in place so it can dry before they left later that night, or when they have a next job.

He opened the door from the bathroom and went back into the room.

"Well, it's about that time you guys." Gabriel said with a fake yawn. Stretching his arms above his head. Dean quickly looked to Cas and saw him looking at Gabriel, but he turned his head to Dean's direction, who in response looked at Sam.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked, doing something that Dean couldn't quite get himself to do.

"I got to get back to film the sleepover scene. We are going to hopefully film both songs tonight, if not just the first one and Cassie can help Olivia, she needs it anyway." Gabriel said with a small grin.

"Oh that sounds cool." Sam said.

"What are you both going to do?" Castiel finally spoke up, he was looking at Sam, but he could feel Dean looking at him, but Castiel didn't look at him because he knew if he did than Dean would look away.

"Well we just finished a hunt. We might stay around here until we catch a case I guess." Sam replied, in a dry tone. How boring did that sound compared to what Gabriel and Castiel were going to do?

"Sounds pretty boring to me." Gabriel said with a grimace, but then he smiled. "I know, why don't you come with me and Cassie, have a vacation you saps."

Sam smiled, that sounded pretty good right about now. But before he can even say something Dean beat him to it.

"No thanks, we're good."

Sam pulled a face at his brother who didn't even glance his way. Dean was such a dick sometimes, always saying we should have fun, but never really does. He doesn't even sleep around anymore not that Sam wasn't grateful, but we all know the reason for that.

"Deano, don't throw a hissy fit, just come join us and we can have some fun, the 70s was a good decade. Everybody's having a good time, we can listen to good music, go to the strip club, and have a little fun." Gabriel went on with a wink.

"Yeah Dean, we could use a break." Sam supplied from his side of the room.

"Oh please, you just want to go because you have a hard on for Grease." Dean responded frustrated. He stood by his bed, his back to the other people in the room.

"Don't force him to go if he does not want to." Cas said, Dean could tell Castiel had his eyes on him, but was too nervous to look at him. He felt his stomach drop a bit, for some reason, it disappointed Dean that Cas didn't want him to go. "But I hope you do go, I would please me if you did."

Dean felt his eyes widen and he turned to look at the angel. Castiel's blue eyes were staring at Dean's green ones. Dean quickly glanced to the other two in the room, Gabriel had a grin on his face, and Sam had his puppy dog face in full effect. Dean sighed. He felt his resolve crack and he knew he had lost.

"Fine, but we are not leaving my baby, she's coming with." Dean said, not willing to compromise. He had to at least have some leeway.

"Do you think we can? Remember Cas just taking us and a bag to save Mom and Dad, and that wiped him out." Sam said in an even tone, he didn't want Dean to change his mind.

"Sammy, my moose, you wound me. No offense to my little bro here, but I am an archangel, I have a little extra juice than Cassie does." Castiel just nodded his head in agreement to what Gabriel said, clearly not offended. "I can do it, so pack up your stuff and we can go to the car, it would be easier if we all just get in and go from there."

The boys packed up quickly and efficiently, both used to a quick pack up and drive, being on the road all of their life.

"Fine, but it your hurt my baby, even the smallest detail I'll know, and then I'll pour holy oil on you and set you on fire." Dean threatened, Sam nodding in agreement, already knowing Dean's codependency with the car.

"I didn't know you were kinky Dean." Gabriel said with a sassy wink, already opening the front door to go the car, Cas and Sam followed him out. Dean sighed, grabbing his bag and walking out the door, pulling it closed behind him.