In the morning, Dean was gone. Castiel took special care when he washed his face, trying to persuade himself that it wasn't just a dream. He splashed cool water against his cheeks before cupping his hands for another. He took an extra few seconds to look into the mirror.

"Vampires, goblins, ghosts and unicorns..." he sighed, wiping his face with the cloth.

It took a little bit more confidence to enter work that day. Castiel suited himself up, skinny jeans and tight fitting shirt, apron draped over his waist. It was a slow morning it seemed. He didn't see the group of creeps from the other day... but he supposed that if his mind really hadn't been playing tricks on him... then...

One table of pigs less to deal with.

He had to take several breaks, still waiting absent mindedly for Gabriel to join him. Castiel had taken the care to order a slice of pie ahead of time for Dean. However, his heart sank when the clock mockingly ticked past two o'clock. It weighed on his heart. Was he going to stop coming? It wasn't until this fourth 'break' that Gabriel finally showed up.

"Hey bro, how's it-"

"Gabriel I swear to god! I would punch you in the face right here if it wouldn't get me fired!" he exclaimed, glaring at his older brother.

"Whoa now... what's the big deal?" Gabriel asked.

"Yesterday I had to go home alone!"

Gabriel rolled his eyes, "Look bro, I know you're scared of the dark or whatever but there's seriously nothing to-"

"They followed me and cornered me Gabriel! I was so scared that I took a wrong turn! There was a lot of them..."

Gabriel's face went white as Castiel continued, rambling about how many there were and what they tried to do... excluding the vampire bit. Of course, some of the details were changed, instead of mentioning the whole decapitation part, he told his brother that Dean had beat them up and scared them off.

"Wait... Dean? Who's Dean?" Gabriel asked, taking a sip of the drink that should be going to the jerks at table six.

"The guy who calls me blue eyes."

Gabriel spat his mouthful back into the cup, "Wait that guy!?"

Cas nodded before rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Tell me you didn't sleep with him..."

Castiel shot him a frustrated glare, "Shut up dick hea-" the bell over the door jingled, signaling a new arrival. Castiel's head shot towards the front of the building, eyes desperately searching over the counter for... him.

A tall blonde walked in.

Gabriel shook his head at his brother as he regained Castiel's attention. "Look bro, I'm sorry really... but-"

"Where did you even go?" Castiel muttered, betrayed, "What made you ditch me?"

The elder brother sighed, raking his fingers through strands of his hair, trailing down his neck. "Truthfully? Tall dark n' handsome. Picked me up earlier in the day and... I thought I'd be back before closing." he admitted.

The chef's bell lightly dinged, signaling that their 'break' was over. Castiel shook his head angrily, grabbing up a couple of plates before rounding the corner to meet the tables. Merry voices greeted him. Cas slipped the plates onto the table, smiling like a professional should. No reason to let matters effect his work. He could get himself fired for that. He practiced leaning sensually over their tables, making flirty side conversation. When he went to the next table, he spotted Gabriel out the corner of his eye, serving some drinks with his signature cheeky grin.

The day finished with a huff. Cas was dead tired, massaging his cheeks as he took a seat at one of the bar stools. He groaned, "Beer please..."

"You look like a zombie mate!" his colleague joked, sliding a beer across the table with ease.

"I certainly feel like one..." Cas admitted, taking his first gulp of his drink.

The bartender lifted a mug from under the counter, shoving a cloth inside to clean it, "Where's your brother at? You two are usually joined at the hip!"

Castiel took another sip before replying, "Probably hooked up again..." he bit.

"Ahh... Personally I think its a bad idea to hook up at work... what with the creeps and all. Ya never know what they'll turn out to be like."

"MM." Castiel hummed in agreement, taking another swig. His mug was near half empty, that bugged him.

The bartender clicked his tongue a few times before setting the cleaned mug onto a shelf. He scooped up another, shoving his cloth into its inside. "We had one guy say he was surely being followed home by a rowdy bunch. Then one morning, poor buggar didn't even show up to work. Too scared to I imagine."

Cas didn't want to reply to that one either. The back of his mind tickled the idea the guy had run into the creeps of table nine. He grimaced at the thought. He was lucky to have had someone come save him, he supposed others weren't as such. Lifting his mug to his lips, Castiel took another full-mouth gulp, wanting to be finished and head home. It had been a long day. He just wanted to go to bed.

The bartender smiled, taking the mug, "Looking for another?"

Castiel shook his head, "No thanks." he placed a few bills onto the counter, "I'm heading home."

"Suit yourself." He replied, shrugging.

Castiel shrugged into his trench coat and took one last look around for Gabriel. He couldn't blame him for leaving early this time... he'd been rather cold towards Gabe and hadn't exactly been expecting them to go home holding hands. Eyes lidded and dull, he pushed the door away, greeted by crisp night air.

Shakily, he took his path home. A little less then enthusiastic about re-living his nightmare of last night. He was halfway there when he heard it. He froze instantly, wanting to cry, wanting to scream. There was someone behind him. Slamming his eyes shut, Castiel cursed his own bad luck