Dean:

Dean swallowed, anxiety building in his chest. Walking over here, he could see the guy behind the counter was hot, but up close his eyes were able to fully appreciate the matted, dark hair, fingers itching to thread through it. His subtly handsome features made a perfect frame for his stunning, saphire blue eyes, which shone due to the kitchen lights.

Deans eyes travelled across the mans uniform, he was clad in black trousers that clutched at his hips and seemed to fit him perfectly, his white button up jacket had a few buttons undone leaving the top corner to fold over. He was quite messy, showing how passionate about food he was and Dean wanted to lean over and brush the mess from his clothes and hair, kiss the specks of food from his cheeks and lips and 'Damn it Dean, you've been here less than five minutes and you already have a crush on a possible Co worker.'

Their eyes interlocked and they were soon caught in a staring match, enabling Dean to see the depth of blue, making him wonder how powerful the mans emotions must look when he expresses them, with him just looking at Dean it felt as if he was staring into Dean's soul, which unsettled Dean in a way, but comforted him in another.

Dean soon broke the connection, glancing down at the strangers lips, taking in their natural curve and the pink tint, they looked so inviting, he wanted to feel them against his so badly. He coughed nervously, mentaly slapping himself, 'No, Dean. Co worker.'

When he returned his gaze to the stranger, the man looked like he was endulging in the same idea Dean was having previously, but when their eyes met this time Dean left no space for another staring match. He coughed, clearing his throat before talking. "Erm... Hey. I'm Dean, Sam's brother."

Dean extended a hand waiting for the strainger to take it. Neither looked at their hands when when they joined, firmly grasped, with a lot more force than Dean was expecting, he had a strong handshake. Dean liked that in a man, it showed independance and reliability. "Castiel, I'm the Chef."

The mans voice shot straight through Dean, it was natural and rough, and Dean found that he could listen to that voice all day and never tire of it. Castiel was a strange name, sure, but Dean found he liked it, it was unique. Their hands stayed connected for a little longer than was appropriate, but neither man seemed to mind. The same voice rattled his brain as he began to talk again. "I believe you're going be our new dishwasher, correct?"

Dean nodded, unable to talk while that voice was haunting him, freshly imprinted into his memory. Castiel let go of his hand and Dean imediatly cursed the loss, Castiel moved out of sight and a door opened to the right of the counter where Castiel was now standing, smiling almost shyly. "We have your uniform out back, come with me."

Dean stood for a while before following like a sheep, his conscience scolding him with every step. 'This was a bad idea. You're so screwed, how are you ment to make a good fist impression if you have a teenage crush on your boss? You're so screwed. We're so screwed. You. Are. So. Screwed...'

Sam:

Sam watched as Gabriel returned his attention to him, dramatically dragging his feet behind him and flailing his arms from side to side, swaying his body like a drunk fool. When he reached Sam he flopped onto the counter and groaned, showing his distaste for annoying customers.

Sam chuckled, stroking Gabriel's head like he was a dog. He used a playfully patronising tone, attempting to cover up just how much he loved running his fingers through Gabriel's honey coloured hair. "Nawh, poor baby."

Gabriel rubbed his forehead from side to side against the counter, occasionaly banging his head down lightly, but causing a couple of onlookers to stare. Sam continued to stroke his hair, smoothing it over against his skin as he laughed. Sam retracted his hand, sensing that it was no longer considered 'appropriate' for that amount of time.

Gabriel slowely lifted his head to look Sam in the eye and Sam thought he saw something close to disapointment, like a child being taken away from his favourite toy, but he soon dismissed it as hope. 'No. It's, because I want him to be disapointed. A trick of the brain, that's all it is. I just wish I would stop it. I can't ever have him, I wish I could just accept that and move on' he thought.

Sam smiled comfortingly at his best friend, he knew how annoyed he got with some customers, Gabriel liked a certain type of person, meaning some people loved him and some people hated him and if you didn't have time for Gabriel, then Gabriel didn't have time for you, simple as.

Gabriel broke into his thoughts with a sigh of defeat and a dramatic tone of voice, moaning. "Today's going to take FOREVER!"

He flailed his arms to exagerate his meaning and Sam laughed again. Then Gabriel stopped, stopped talking, stopped moving, and just stared, which worried Sam enough, Gabriel always had a terrible idea when he stopped talking so suddenly, but what really worried him was when Gabriel smirked at him. That sort of I've-got-an-idea sort of smirk.

Sam sighed, suspicion blatant on his face, but that only made Gabriel's smirk even wider. 'Oh God, what have I let myself in for...'

Castiel:

Castiel found it hard to concentrate on where he was going while Dean was following him, it may have been something to do with the fact that an extremely attractive, young man that Castiel just so happened to think was just that, was following him around. He almost made a number of wrong turns around counters and cookers and found that he had taken a longer route than necessary to get to the store room.

Once inside Castiel rumaged around for his work clothes, feeling Deans eyes burrowing into him, staring him down and he realised, not once had he seen Dean take his eyes off him to take in his surroundings, they'd always been routed to him.

Castiel moved a couple of boxes out of the way with care, finding Deans uniform hidden behind them. His hand wrapped around the uniform, and as he turned around he met Deans gaze once again, but held the clothes out to Dean and diverted his eyes, before another staring match begun.

Dean gladly took them and smiled his thanks, he returned the smile, as it was the polite thing to do. 'Yeah, I did it because it was polite. That's all. It has nothing to do with the way he makes me feel or anything... Yep, just being polite.' Castiel cleared his throat, starting to talk. "Usualy you would come in in your uniform, but today you can get changed in the bathroom before I show you around."

Castiel was amazed at how engaged Dean looked, it was as if Castiel was giving a life changing speach, he seemed to want to listen to him and Castiel found that strangly alluring. He was lost in his thoughts, extracted when Dean started to talk. "Could you show me where the bathroom is?"

Castiel loved his voice, but tried to not let the upturn of his mouth show whenever Dean spoke, instead replying to the question imediatly. "Of course, this way."

Castiel led Dean to the bathroom, but this time walking with Dean almost side by side, a lot closer than they had originaly been, something about that sent shivers up Castiels spine and he took note of how adorable Dean looked, like a puppy or the new, shy kid at school.

Castiel waited patiently for Dean to finish in the bathroom, he knew it was small and Deans muscular frame may have some trouble changing in one stall, so he waited. When Dean emerged Castiel was not really amazed at how good the uniform looked on him, he looked like one of those guys who would still look hot clad in a clown costume or in drag.

His uniform was pretty plain as uniforms go, black trousers that were loose, but not terribly so, hugging his body in all the right places, a white shirt with a couple of buttons undone up at the top, exposing the tanned skin on his neck and a green apron which matched his eyes perfectly, a few pockets at the front. Castiel let his eyes endulge for a while, until he found it inapropriate to stare any longer, with one small, reasuring smile Dean didn't look as nervous any more.

Castiel guided Dean around the kitchen, showing him the ins and outs of the place, introducing people along the way, Castiel informed him that most wouldn't bother him and there was no need to interact with them if he didn't want to, which seemed to make Dean smile, but others were sure to approach him at some point, and Castiel noticed that Dean seemed to hang on his every word like an eager child at school.

Tour over, Dean looked around nervously and bit his lip, before spluttering over his words as if he was so willing to accept rejection. "So, erm... thanks for showing me around. I appreciate it, but erm... I'm still quite new in town so... do you think... you could show me around there as well?"

Castiel smiled, an honest, almost loving smile and he wondered to himself. 'Is it just me... or was that nother way of making a move?'

Gabriel:

"No."

Sam's stern tone had no effect on Gabriel and Sam knew it, but it didn't stop him from trying. Gabriel whined in reponse. "Pleeeeeeaaaaaase?"

"Gabriel, no."

"Pretty please?"

"What do I have to do to get you off my back?"

"Say yes."

Sam forced out an agitated laugh and glared at Gabriel, a serious look plastered on his face.

"C'mon... It'll be fun."

"Gabriel, the last time I drank with you, we woke up naked, in the pigs pen of a farm."

Gabriel smirked at the, for him, nostalgic, blurry memory. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he started to scroll through it, peering at Sam through his lashes. "I still have that video, wanna see?"

Sam's face was a picture, bright red streaks of embaressment crossed his face, anger mixed in with humiliation. His voice was quiet, yet forceful. "You said you deleted that!"

Gabriel chuckled, smirking at his best friend once again. "I say a lot of things." He paused waiting for Sam's answer, but got none. Sam had looked down at the counter, trying to hide his emotions, but doing so in vane. A pang of shame hit like a bullet right in Gabriels chest, his throat closing tight at the thought that he had upset the man he adored.

Yes, Gabriel liked Sam, more than strictly necessary, maybe even a little too much. Gabriel knew he had it bad, but hid it with terrible ideas and torturous jokes. Gabriel sighed, knowing he had done wrong and clicked on the correct file, before pressing delete. Setting the phone down on the counter in Sams line of sight.

Both he and Sam watched until a little box displaying the text 'File: 'Sam's idea of a strip tease' has been deleted' and Sam looked up at Gabriel in disbelief, before saying almost silently. "Thank you."

Gabriel just smiled, more lovingly and heartfelt than the previous times that day, replacing the barrier for his emotions with two simple words. "So... tonight?"

Sam just smiled and huffed a laugh, shaking his head at Gabriels persistance and determination and with that reaction Gabriel already knew he had won.

I'd like to point out that I actually don't know anything about restaurant kitchens, so if anything seems a little off anywhere, just message me and tell me what's wrong and how to fix it, thanks. :) I didn't introduce anyone new yet, but there will be at the least one new character in the next chapter, I promise. ;DD

Thank you to anyone who's reviewed, read, favourited or put this story on alert. I really appreciate it. You all deserve cookies. I'll leave the plate here. *Leaves plate of cookies*