AN: Okay guys, here is chapter to for you. I've upped the rating for language, because it's Dean and you know how he can be. Thanks for the lovely reviews – keep them coming!
Castiel is towards the back of the pack, staying out of the revelry as much as possible. He doesn't want to get jostled and really it's simply easier to wait until his friends have crowded through the door and then step inside, rather than fighting through the mass of limbs for a space to witness their newest client first.
There is an exasperated shout from behind the door and a swear as the hear him running to the door from the other side.
Wicked grins erupt among his friends at the sound of Dean's deep and gravelly voice. "This is going to be delicious" Gabriel whispers.
Castiel shakes his head at them, but understands their attraction. It's a lovely voice, even strained in a tone of annoyance.
A moment later the door opens and he glimpses a faded, black Led Zeppelin shirt and baggy jeans, before his friends let out low whistles and crowd into Dean's apartment with barely a word of explanation to him.
Castiel enters last, stepping calmly over the threshold and comes face-to-face with a bewildered Dean.
He freezes for a brief moment at the sight of him. His angular cheekbones are darkened by stubble and his hair is an erratic mess of chestnut hair. He must've just awoken
Wide green eyes peer out from furrowed brows and Castiel is struck by the spectrum of color they hold. Dean is far more attractive than his picture let on and Castiel swallows hard.
He quickly composes himself though, and just in time too, because Dean has regained his voice.
"What - who -what the fucking hell is going on?!" Dean demands as Balthazar darts towards the kitchen and Gabriel begins rustling through a messy pile in the living area.
Samandriel and Lucifer disappear to the back of the apartment in search of Dean's room.
Castiel lays a gentle, calming hand on his arm "This is all easily explained." he reassures him, with a small smile.
"Then start explaining!" Dean demands flinching away from Castiel's touch.
Castiel lets his arm fall and does his best to take no offense. "My name is Castiel, and I am a member of the Fab Five" he began
"The - the Fab Five?!" Dean stutters out, color draining from his face. "He fucking didn't" he grinds out and that is all Castiel gets from him before Dean is storming away from him, snapping his cell phone open.
Castiel watches him mutely for a few moments, worrying his bottom lip. He has a feeling that this isn't going to go well. Dean is obviously very displeased and his friends are being more obnoxious and raucous than usual.
He can hear Balthazar swearing from the kitchen and Gabriel is making a disaster of the living room, tipping furniture and shouting over the crinkled AC/DC posters hanging on the walls.
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Dean is fuming. He can't believe Sam set him up for this. That bastard, he curses to himself. He'd been confused as hell when he'd opened the door to find five vaguely familiar men crowding at his door, but now he knows exactly what's going on.
Jess is a huge fan of the show and it's on most of the time at her apartment. He and Sam have been forced to sit through quite a few episodes. Bunch of gay guys are hired to help make-over some poor son-of-a-bitch whose friends or family have decided he needs an extra hand.
Sam actually grew to enjoy the damn show, and took tips from them, like rolling up his sleeves to just the right length and changing his hair product.
Though Dean grudgingly admitted their skill when he saw the end results of the episodes, he still thought the whole thing was messed up. And now Sam has signed him up for it. There will be hell to pay.
He dials quickly and waits as it rings. There's chaos around him and something crashes in the kitchen. He glances behind him and notices Castiel rushing towards the sound with an exasperated expression and hears a reprimand from him and a plea for calm.
"Hey, you've reached Sam-" Dean swears under his breath as it goes to voicemail. "I can't get to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number I'll call you back as soon as I can" ...Beep...
"Sam, you little son-of-a-bitch I can't believe you did this to me! I-" He is suddenly cut off, when a hand grabs his phone and a sing-song voice says from behind him.
"Uh-uh - no need to hate on your little bro for this! He's doing you a favor, Dean-O" Dean spins around to face one of the guys, who has long hair and hazel eyes. If he remembers correctly his name is Gabien or something.
"Give it!" Dean snaps, launching at him, arms outstretched, but Gabien or whatever jumps gracefully aside with a laugh.
"Gabriel, return Dean's phone to his possession." A calm, but firm voice commands from the doorway. It's Castiel.
Gabriel. That's right. Dean suppose it must be meant as an ironic name, because there is nothing remotely angelic about that asshat.
Gabriel pouts "You're no fun, Cassie" but relents, tossing Dean's phone back to him and wandering off towards Dean's room.
Dean catches it with ease and gives Castiel a small smile "Thanks for that. Guess you're not as much of a dick as the rest of them." he says, sliding his phone into his pocket.
Castiel furrows his brow as if he doesn't understand and Dean waves his hand in a gesture that indicates it doesn't matter.
He can feel the anger slowly seeping from him, and leaving a tired resignation in its place. Sam has signed him up for this and there is no way he's getting out of it. Just gotta bite the bullet
"Okay, Cas - guess you should introduce me to the rest of your gang"