Finally, the doorbell rang.
Castiel hadn't exactly expected Dean to show up with a pair of vampire Halloween costumes... but it had happened all the same. One medium, and a large actually, much to the dismay of Gabriel, who crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. However, when Sam pointed out how good it would look on him, his eyes brightened up instantly, grabby hands begging for the costume.
Cas giggled to himself as Gabriel started to strip right there in the middle of the front room, quickly pulling Dean out of the way. He dragged the man into the kitchen, leaving Sam to fend for himself. Dean let out a full-stomach laugh before shaking his head at the ground, "He always like that?"
"Yeah... my brother's a bit 'free spirited' you could say." he informed, laughing along, "Sorry to drag you off, just didn't want to scar you with that mental image for the rest of your life. Sam however, is on his own."
Dean made his way over to one of the stools at the island in the middle of the room as he joked with Castiel. It was a spacious kitchen, almost good enough to be a commercial one honestly. Apart from the large counter in the middle, circled by four oak wood stools, were matching carved counters. Pots and pans hung from a rack on the ceiling, and a small window with vibrant blue curtains hung just above the porcelain sink. Dean sniffed the air as Castiel joined him, the familiar smell tickling his nose. He shot Castiel a desperate look, "Do I smell pie?!"
"Haha! Yeah!" he giggled, "I'm cooking one as we speak."
God Dean was enjoying that smile. Plus this guy could make pie. "He's a keeper." Sam interjected, coming in from the front room.
"Where's Gabriel?" Cas asked, lifting from his stool to cross over to the fridge.
"He got down to his last few pieces of clothing and I decided I should get out of there..."
Dean nudged his shoulder teasingly, "And it took you how long to come to this conclusion?"
"Oh shut up."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Cas brought a fresh beer over for Dean, scooting his stool next to his, "You guys are definitely brothers."
"We get along okay." Sam smiled, drinking down the last few sips of his drink before setting the empty bottle on the island, "I thought you and Gabriel got along, I mean, you live together."
"You don't live with Dean?" he questioned, "I thought you guys had this macho monster-killing duo thing going on."
"Ah." Dean started, "I guess wee live together... If by living you mean crappy motel rooms and an order of takeout every night." he snorted.
Castiel narrowed his eyes, "You guys have a place to stay tonight?"
Dean shot Sam a look through his beer, almost commanding him not to answer the question. Ignoring him, Sam grinned, "Yeah we've been staying in a motel downtown. They're pretty expensive here though, but I guess that's the best you can do around here."
"Yeah, no." Castiel replied, "The couch pulls out, but I don't mind sharing my bed, and I'm sure Gabriel wouldn't either."
More to tease his brother, "You're offering to let me sleep in your bed with you?" Sam smirked, mentally applauding himself when Dean choked on his drink, setting the bottle onto the counter to pound himself in the chest before punching Sam's arm rather violently.
That's when Gabriel decided to pop in, proudly sporting his vampire costume. Dean grinned before looking over at Sam, gesturing behind him and towards Gabriel. Sam didn't say a word. They really were silly costumes. Apart from the puffed out sleeves, there was a cape that didn't run father then his elbows, leaving his tight black suit-pants to carry their own weight. The belt was almost a little too tight, and he'd left the top button open for extra pizazz that... just wasn't there.
He looked ridiculous.
Cas was the first to let out a short laugh, "Mine doesn't look like that does it?!"
Dean's face was priceless, "I didn't know they looked that bad!" he explained, laughing even harder when Gabriel pouted, the puffed sleeves suddenly tight and weirdly stretched. "God, I'm sorry. I'll take them back." he chuckled.
Sam held out an arm to the poor guy, inviting him over. Gabriel gladly took the invitation, his tiny red cape flying behind him as he made his way over. He settled into Sam's side as Dean tried to coax Castiel into trying his on for the sake of a picture, which resulted in a light punch to his arm from across the counter. The four of them started to joke about Halloween, and Gabriel and Cas took turns naming off who they thought would have the most ridiculous costumes at work.
"I think I'm gonna go change..." Gabriel whimpered, pulling out from under Sam's arm to head for the door, "Before you dicks say anything else."
"The pie should be done by the time you get back." Cas smiled, his pride rising when he say Dean's face brighten up, "I used the leftovers from Julia Roberts night." he informed, shooting his brother a light joking-type wink.
Gabriel shot him a puzzled look, "I didn't think we saved the recipe anywhere...?"
"I worked from memory. I think I managed pretty well."
Gabriel circled over to the oven, "Damn it, I thought something was burning!" he exclaimed, pulling back the lid to release a storm cloud of smoke, leaving everyone to cough helplessly. "Cas! Why the hell did you set it to 450!? It's 100 degrees too hot!"
"I thought that was what it was... why'd it-"
"How long did you have the timer set for?" Gabriel questioned, quickly shutting off the oven and slipping into a pair of oven mitts.
"Umm.. an hour. I think."
"Cas!" he groaned, tearing the charred pastry from the oven and setting it onto the counter, "You bake for 30 minutes!"
"How the hell do you remember this? You were drunker then I was when we were trying it out the first time."
Gabriel brought a hand to his forehead, "One shot vodka the next, water. I was half as drunk as you were Cas.."
Dean and Sam were waving their arms above their heads in attempt to clear away the smoke before they all choked again. Castiel had a betrayed look on his face, "Cheater. Julia Roberts night isn't the same unless were both equally drunk. I thought that was a rule."
Dean let out a heavy and semi-awkward laugh from behind them, "You two.." he began, "Are going to be the death of us."
Sam grinned contently over to his brother, "Amen."