(AUTHORS NOTE: I'm really sorry that I haven't updated in a while. School got really busy and I had no time. I'm on mid-term break this week so I hope to update again really soon. I made this chapter longer than the others to make up for not updating. Thanks for your patience. Enjoy :) )

Chapter 3

(DEAN'S POV)

Dean was proud of himself. He had woken up with plenty of time for a shower and breakfast and still be early for work. For the last two weeks, he had woken up late which meant he had to choose between a shower and breakfast. This was hard for Dean for three reasons. One, he was Dean Winchester and Dean Winchester loves his food. Two , he couldn't go to work stinking up he place, he had barely gotten the job in the first place. And three, he had to choose between them because otherwise he could be late.

However, this morning, he had woken up on time so he could do both. He stepped under the jet of the shower and sighed with relief. He loved showers, they were a place where he could relax and sing as loud as he wanted and whatever he wanted. After singing "Heat of the Moment" and "Sweet Child of Mine", he decided to get out. He checked his watch -7:20- he scowled when he realised how early it was. He really hated mornings. And morning people, but we won't get into that now.

Dean walked out of the bathroom and into his room to get changed. His room was just a normal bedroom, although he didn't have many personal items in it yet because he had only moved in a couple of weeks ago and he hated unpacking.

Dean threw on his old jeans and a grey shirt and headed into the kitchen to make breakfast. After rummaging through the fridge, he decided on making himself pancakes with bacon and maple syrup. He sat down with his plate of pancakes in front of the tv and flicked through the channels, until he found a half-decent channel. "Bert and Ernie" was on and Dean couldn't help but laugh.

They are so gay, he thought to himself.

He looked at his watch – 7:30- it was at least a half-an-hour drive with traffic. Work started at 8:00. DAMN! I need to go! I lost track of time. Again!

Dean ran out the door, grabbing his jacket on the way. He ran out to where he parked his '67 Chevy Impala. He shivered, pulling his jacket tighter around him. There was too much snow to drive.

He groaned with frustration, brushing a hand through his hair while he decided what to do.

Right. Running. I can do that.

He took off at a light pace because he didn't want to be exhausted by the time he got to work. The garage wasn't that far away anyway. Just a few blocks. He could make that.

He was about half way there, when he saw a man across the street, standing outside a coffee shop, who looked vaguely familiar but Dean couldn't place him. The man was in a long trench coat that looked soaked through. Dean subconsciously slowed down when he say that the man was shaking violently. The man dropped his keys a number of times so Dean quickly crossed the road, not bothering to check for on coming cars because who would be foolish enough to drive on the roads before the snow had been cleared?

The man dropped the keys again and this time, Dean reached down and picked them up for the man. He was about the hand him the keys, when the man turned around with a terrified look in his eyes. For the first time, he saw the man's eyes and was astounded. They were the bluest eyes Dean had ever seen. He couldn't help but fall into them. They were cerulean blue. His raven black hair made his eyes stand out even more. After a few seconds Dean realised that he was staring. He looked away quickly hoping the blue-eyed man didn't notice, but it didn't seem like he did because he was too busy hyperventilating and staring wide-eyed at Dean himself. Dean put a hand on his back to try and calm him down and realised how soaked the man was. He opened the door and helped the man in.

While Dean was half-carrying, half-helping the man in, he caught a familiar sent of coffee, cinnamon and something else that he could quite put his finger on. He helped the man into the back.

"We need to get you out of those clothes," Dean said. Man, that sounded dirty. He's a dude so it shouldn't. Oh great. Now I'm blushing. Wait. Why am I blushing? "Do you have any spares here?" he asked to make himself feel better.

The blue-eyed Adonis ( Man! He's just a man. I am NOT gay. Right?) nodded, looking over into the corner. Dean went over and grabbed the rucksack handing it to the other man.

Dean quickly glanced at his watch – 7:47- Damn I need to go.

"Will you be okay on your own, man?" Dean asked, trying to figure out if it was okay for him to leave.

The man nodded again. He sure is nodding a lot.

"Okay. I gotta go. I'm running late. Just get warmed up, alright?" More nodding. "Okay. Well, bye." Dean said, smiling and waving before he walked away.

Dean arrived at the garage at 8:05. He was out of breath. He may be fit but he wasn't prepare for having to sprint the last couple of blocks. He leaned against the wall trying to catch his breath.

"Dean, ya idgit! How many times has I got to tell your sorry ass to get here on time. My job ain't to give out to you kids all the time but when y'all are late almost every bloody day of the week, then I has to be gettin' on y'all's cases. And believe me when I say this boy, I ain't tellin' ya this again."

"Sorry Bobby. I was helpin' this guy who was half frozen to death. Otherwise my "sorry ass" would've been here."

"Fine, just try to be here on time." Bobby said with a smile.

"Sure thing, Bobby."

"Idgit," Bobby said, his smile slowly growing.

"Old man," Dean said returning his smile before heading off to get ready to start his day's work.

At about 10:45, Dean noticed the roads had been cleared so he asked Bobby if he could borrow a car for his break. He drove around, trying to decide where to stop. Then Dean saw the coffee shop that he was in earlier. He decided to go in there.

When he walked in, he noticed that there were a few people in there but no queue. Dean walked towards the counter and he saw the raven haired, blue-eyed man standing behind it, looking down.

When Dean reached the counter he heard a deep, gravelly voice say "I'll be with you in a second, I left the cups in the back. I will be right back". It took Dean a second to realise that it was the beautiful ( hold on. Beautiful? What the hell?) man in front of him who had spoken. Dean quickly replied with "That's okay...Castiel. I can wait," he said stopping briefly to read the man's name from his tag. Interesting name...

Castiel looked at him in shock. His eyes wandered from his chest and up to his head where they finally met Dean's eyes. Dean obviously saw Castiel checking him out but looked away when the other did to save him the embarrassment.

Cas stood there, gapping at Dean opening and closing his mouth.

He's so adorable! What was that? Dear God, I sound like a teenage girl with a crush. And where did Cas come from? I don't know him five minutes and I already have a nickname for him.

"How did you-"

"Your name is on your name tag" Dean said, cutting him off, knowing what he was going to say.

Cas pointed in the direction of what must have been the store room. Dean waited patiently for him to come back.

Dean felt that he should introduce himself with he did and which caused Cas to blush for some reason.

Dean asked about the origin of Cas' name to which he replied "Yeah, I know. I suppose you could say my family is very religious," with a small smirk on his face. Dean loved seeing him smile ( Ew! No chick-flick moments!) although he felt like he was missing out on an inside joke.

"So you're okay after this morning?" Dean asked, truly concerned.

"Yes. Thank you so much for your help. I fear I might have died of hypothermia without your assistance."

Dean nodded.

He speaks so "proper" and pronounces and enunciates things that most people don't care about, but it's cute. Again with the cute.

Dean just started ignoring the thoughts swimming around in his head.

Next thing Dean knew, Cas handed him a coffee.

Did I order? Is my memory after getting that bad? No, I don't think I ordered. No. So how did Cas know what I wanted?

Castiel's eyes widened when Dean asked and he started stuttering nervously.

"I-ah- took a guess. I mean you look like the type of man who would, you know, order a black Americano" he rambled, blush spreading up his neck. " not that I'm judging you or anything. I'm not prejudice. Sorry." he said trying to cover his tracks.

"Oh. Okay. Thanks man. How much do I owe you?"

"Oh, no. It's as you would say "on the house"." That was one of Dean's favourite phrases.

Dean wanted to pay but Cas wouldn't let him after that morning so Dean gave in, excepting the kind gesture.

"See ya Cas" Dean said and headed back to the garage, thinking about the blue-eyed man the whole way there.

(GABRIEL'S POV)

When Gabriel arrived home, he sat on his couch, deep in thought. When he had seen Dean that morning, he couldn't help the hope and excitement that filled up in his chest.

FLASHBACK

He looked around the coffee shop, expecting to see a moose-shaped figure sitting somewhere close by. His eyes scanned the room, but he couldn't see him. His stomach dropped in disappointment. He let his eyes wander back in case he had missed him but that was nearly impossible. It wasn't like Gigantor could blend into a crowd easily.

The hope vanished from his eyes , leaving him with a lonely and sad feeling. He had to control his emotions. He scolded himself for letting himself think that he would be lucky, even just this one time. After all, when was his luck ever favourable? He was the Arch-angel Gabriel for goodness sake. He turned around and started cleaning the already impeccable coffee machine, trying to take his mind away from the younger Winchester.

He felt someone behind him, so he put on a friendly, cocky, smile and turned around to greet the customer. He tried his best to be his cheery, sarcastic self but after the anti-climax it was hard.

He worked as normal, took orders and was pleasant. He couldn't help but sneak a glance over at his brother and his manly man. The smile on Castiel's face was so obvious and intoxicating. The way he looked at Dean, it was clear that he was not over him and never would be. Gabe completely understood how that felt. Cassie had found his lobster and so had Gabe.

After that and about twenty lollipops, Gabe found himself in a better mood and he could just be himself without acting. When he had laughed with Castiel, it had been genuine and it felt good to just laugh. It brightened his mood.

(FLASHBACK FINISHED)

Now that Gabe was alone with his thoughts again, he couldn't help but think about his hunter. He pictured him in his head. Gabriel had studied Sam's face at every opportunity he got because he wanted to remember every single detail of it, even after Sam was long gone, or if something like this happened. He remember how tall he was compared to Gabe, but that it would have perfect for cuddling. He thought about his strong, sharp features, his perfect jaw and cute nose. He loved how his forehead crinkled when he was worried. He pictured his lovely, long hair that Gabriel had always wanted to run his hands through. Finally, his eyes came into focus in Gabe's head. Those beautiful eyes that made his insides go mushy. Usually Gabriel wouldn't be so "girly" or sentimental but with Gigantor he couldn't help himself. He was alone so it didn't matter. Or so he thought.

(A/N: Please feel free to let me know what you think and if you have any ideas or suggestions of what you would like to see please let me know and I'll think about it. Thanks a million.

When I was writing this chapter, instead of typing the line which says "He groaned with frustration, brushing a hand through his hair while he decided what to do," I typed "He groaned with frustration, brushing a man through his hair while he decided what to do." My Beta almost wet herself. That typo is now our "Okay", our "Always".

Thanks for reading!)