Dean:

By closing time, which was eight, they always closed early on a Friday, mainly for the staff to have a good time, the boss was nice like that, Dean was certain he made a good enough impression, although he may have come across a little socialy awkward or quiet, he kept his head down and handled everything dished out to him with a smile. He didn't mind that people were starting to look at him for his lack of speach, he didn't really have any intentions to make friends with any one, any one other than Castiel any way, or Cas as Dean decided fit him very well.

Soon enough all the others had filed out until Dean was left alone with Castiel, he'd been told he liked to help because he's the Chef and makes the majority of the mess, plus Dean thought Castiel was just trying to make his first day endurable... that as well as him having the keys to lock up.

Dean didn't feel awkward cleaning up along side Castiel, they made a weird sort of domestic scene really, Dean furiously scrubbing at the left over, stain encrusted utinsels while Castiel gathered them and left them on the draining board beside him, wiping down surfaces and turning off all electrical appliances, before wandering over to help dry the now clean equipment.

Pulling the plug Dean watched the washing up liquid infested water drain from the metalic sides of the sink, swirling down the plug hole and dissapearing out of view. He thought about putting things away, before remember that he didn't know where anything other than cleaning utinsels lived yet, so instead picked up another tea towel and helped dry up. The cramped draining board giving Dean little other choice than to stand shoulder to shoulder with Castiel, and from this close up Dean could feel the warmth radiating from Castiels arm seeping through the layers of cloth in between them, settling in his bones and igniting his body with a relaxing, steady heat.

Not that Dean felt awkward or wasn't enjoying the quiet, comfortable moment between the two men, but Dean felt the need to talk to Castiel before he did something really stupid like lean in closer or run his hands through his hair, not to mention the ever growing need to turn his head and kiss him, just to see if he would respond.

"So what time do you want me to pick you up?"

Castiel turned his head and looked at Dean dead straight in the eyes, a small smile creeping onto his face, causing Dean to wonder what was so amusing, before he replied. "Dean, I believe I'm the one giving you a 'tour'. That usually means I pick you up."

The emphasis on tour almost made Dean want Castiel to put in finger quotations just so that Dean could take that as 'date' instead, but now he was just kind of sitting on the fence with the idea of whether Cas wanted that or not.

Dean didn't say anything to that, his brain was still trying to figure out what Castiel was expecting from him when the question was turned on him. "So what time do you want me to pick you up?"

And really? Dean wasn't picky, he figured he was lucky enough to have even talked to a guy so obviously out of his league, let alone actually go somewhere with the dude. Anything Cas wanted to do, Dean was happy to obligue with. "Whenever dude, I don't mind."

Cas seemed to think about it for all of five second before replying. "I'll see you at half nine then."

Castiel then gathered as many dryed items he could in his arms, walking off to return them to his rightful place. Deans lips tugged up at the corners as a smile spread accross his face, 'Yeah, half nine seems more like a date than a tour.'

Sam:

Once returning home Sam took a shower and searched through his wardrobe; he didn't go out very often with Gabriel, because it usually ended with waking up somewhere with an embaressed, dreaded feeling spreading through his gut, but it made Gabriel laugh and Sam could tolerate the teasing some.

Sam sifted through the hangers of clothes, wanting to make an effort. He knew it was wrong to try to impress Gabriel when he clearly wasn't interested in what he had to offer, I mean, who would want to go out with their best friend? What if they broke up? And even more likely, what if Gabriel wasn't even interested in him in that way? Then it would be really awkward and he'd lose his best friend forever.

He knew somewhere that he couldn't really take that chance, and he wouldn't. There was nothing wrong with making a good impression and trying to make himself look nice, even if he wasn't going to make a move, that would be absolutely dreadful, he would have to prepare him self for the regection. And that wasn't something he was willing to go into, who would willingly go into regection?

Sam pushed that thought away and focused on what he was going to wear. He'd have to find something before Dean got home, or there was going to be multiple teasing opportunities that Dean would surely take up on. Yes, Dean knew about Sams 'girly crush' as Dean liked to call it. And Sam was sure he would call it a 'big gay crush' if Dean wasn't bisexual.

As if on cue, Sam heard the keys jingling in the lock and soon enough Dean was walking into his room and flopping down on his back onto Sams bed, arms outstretched to his sides and staring at Sam. Sam knew why he came straight to where he would be, if Dean was around Sam he could distract himself from thinking about their fathers death, and he seemed to be in a better mood than he was this morning, or than he's been since he moved in, but none the less, Sam offered up the distraction happily.

"How was your first day?" Sam asked, breaking the silence of the room.

"Fine, you going out?" Dean asked instead, but Sam wasn't satisfied with the given answer.

"Just fine?"

"Yeah, what do you want me to say? Oh my God, I was washing up and mopping floors all day, it was awesome. I swear to God, I've never had so much fun at work before in my life." Dean grunted, the sarcastic statement making Sam chuckle, because this was the best Dean-like response he'd gotten from him for a while.

"I'm glad you had so much fun."

Dean grunted at the reply, leaning up onto his elbows so he could look more clearly at Sam who was still staring intently at the clothes in his wardrobe, wishing they would pick for him.

Dean repeated his original question again. "You going out?"

Sam made a noise sounding like a 'Yeah' and then said more clearly. "With Gabriel."

Sam could sense the smug smile on his brothers face when he talked. "Ohh, I see. How long have you been standing in front of that thing?"

Sam didn't reply, but instead took out a redish plaid shirt and held it at arms length, staring it down in decision, until he was interupted. Dean was by his side in seconds, snatching the clothing from his hands and protesting rather loudly. "Sam, no. Dear God, how are you going to woo the man wearing something like this? Why do you even have this."

The shirt was dropped to the floor and kicked over to the door, out of reach, before Sam even had a chance to say anything. So instead Sam just sat back on the bed and huffed in annoyance as he watched and waited for Dean to emerge from the insides of the closet. "I like that shirt."

Dean ignored him completely and attempted to sort the good from the plaid. "Dear God, Sam. How do you even own this much shit?"

Sam rolled his eyes and looked down at the discarded shirt on the floor, thinking about retreaving it before a plain black shirt that he's barely even worn before, if ever was thrust into his arms along with a clean pair of dark blue jeans. "There, now go and get changed. Don't even think about wearing this monstrosity." Dean demanded.

Sam slinked away, annoyance plastered over his face. Damn his brother, his fashion sense is fine.

Castiel:

Castiel returned to his appartment in hardly any time at all, as he lived quite near by and there fore didn't need to use his car a lot of the time. That also ment he had no excuse for being late most days, oh the perks of living near Destiny.

As he walked inside and closed his door, he threw his keys onto the table top, sliding off his jacket and whistled, waiting for Benny to come out from where ever he's been hiding. Soon enough, a mixture of black, brown and white came bounding in as fast as it's stubby legs could carry him, rubbing up against Castiels legs, like a cat.

Castiel kneeled down and patted the overgrown bulldog on the head, ruffling it's short hair, leaning up again and going over to the sectioned kitchen. His mind wondered to Dean, after they'd exchanged phone numbers and Castiel had his address so he could pick him up later, Castiel was pretty sure that Dean thought it was as much of a date as Castiel did. After all, he did accept half nine, gave him his number and allowed himself to be picked up. Yep, Castiel had concluded it was very much of a date now.

Castiel checked the clock and it was only five to nine, oh well, better start getting ready then. Benny nudged his nozzle against Castiels leg and he rolled his eyes, picking up the dog food and boiling the kettle. While boiling, he took a really quick shower and emerrged from the bathroom in nothing but a towel, back into the main part of the appartment, the kitchen/lounge where the half wall seperated the rooms, just in time for the kettle to click off, ready for use.

He poured a healthy amount of dog food into the stainless steel bowl, then wetted all the food in the bowl and while waiting for it to cool, slinked into his bedroom towards his wardrobe, Benny on his heels the whole way, and picked out some simple, but flattering items and dressed quickly.

He looked in the mirror, he was wearing a fitting pair of black skinny jeans, which he noted hugged his legs and outlined his arse quite well, the slightly baggy light grey top with a pair of darker grey wings imprinted onto it was a good match with the black. And on top of that he was wearing a casual, white suit jacket, sleaves rolled up to just under the elbow.

He ran his hands through his damp hair a little to try to tame it, but did so in vain, as the attempt only managed to ruffle his hair further. Shrugging, Castiel closed the wardrobe door along with the built in mirror, returning to the kitchen, he picked up a tea spoon and mixed the contents of the bowl, adding some ham, because he knew Benny loved it, mixing it again, before getting him to sit and setting it down for him.

With one last glance at the clock Castiel noted that it was quarter past nine now, better get going if he wanted to be on time. He patted Benny on the head one last time, grabbed his keys and headed out to his car, which just happened to be a shiny black KA.

Say what you want about his car, Castiel liked it, it was practical and inexpensive, he rarely needed to go any where in a car any way, so it was just a natural choice to buy the cute little KA. Peoples opinions never really bothered him much any way, so they could just suck it up, because he's not going to get a new one, not when this one works perfectly well.

Gabriel:

Gabriel looked up at the clock. Shit. He was fifteen minutes late. One look in the mirror and nodded in approval at himself. 'Well, if I'm going to be late, may as well be fashionably so.'

Snatching his keys from the hook next to his door, he scrambled out of his bungalo towards and into his white mini-van, he was deffintaly going to spray paint something on this baby one day. Most probably gaining at the least three speeding tickets, Gabriel reached Sams, and now Deans house too, in a new high score time.

Running from his car, forgeting to lock it, he hopped over the fence, deffinatly with style, I mean who could have denied those moves, especially when he landed with such grace, pushing himself up from the floor, he continued up the path to the houses front door and knocked, a little breathless.

The door opened to a hysterical Sam and Dean, also breathless, but obviously for a different reason. Dean was the first to say something. "Dude, I was gonna punch you for being late, but that just made up for it." He gasped in some breath and doubled over laughing again.

Gabriel huffed out in annoyance at getting caught, trying to hide how pleased it makes him to be the one to make Sam laugh like that, with a raspy reply of. "Shut up."

Crossing his arms, he looked at Sam more intently now, disguising the throbbing he felt in his heart at how gorgeous Sam looked dressed in a tight fitting, black shirt, dark, clean cut jeans and hair that you could just run your fingers through.

He pouted at both of the men as an attempt to make himself feel more comfortable with crushing on his best friend in front of his brother, hell, crushing on his best friend at all really. Sam laughed harder and made a comment which really caught Gabriel off gaurd. "You're adorable when you get all defensive like that."

Gabriel swollowed thickly and swipped at him arm, landing a satisfying slap on his fore arm, eliciting a surprised yelp from the giant, before he retaliated by lifting Gabriel up as easily and swiftly as lifting a pillow, throwing him over his shoulder, walking down the path and towards the van, waving goodbye to Dean as he went.

"WAIT, WIAT!" Gabriel protested. "Dean, you not coming?"

Sam swiveled round and smirked at his brother, a knowing smile shot in his direction. "Dean's got a hot date tonight, too bad he wont tell me who he is."

"Hey! I never said it was a dude, just because the last person I was with was a guy doesn't mean this one's going to be."

Sam, from where Gabriel could see, looked a little apologetic when replying. "Sorry man, I just assumed it was a guy. Well, he wont tell me who she is then."

"Nahh man, it's a dude."

"You're such a jerk!"

"Whatever bitch." Dean replyed, amused and loving, before closing the door on them.

Gabriel was quite impressed that Sam had managed to carry him for this long without dropping him. Although he didn't put him down until they'd reached the car and deposited him in the drivers seat. "There you go princess."

Gabriel rolled his eyes and reved the engine, threatening to leave without him and making Sam run to the passenger side. He chuckled as Sam got in and pulled out onto the road again. Thank God it's Friday.

Okay, guys. I managed to write this in one day, but I did get a bit lazy at the end, starting at Castiels section, so if it's shitty from then on out, then that would be why. Also, I changed the times in this at the least five times, so if it doesn't make sense or there's mistakes, then just tell me and I'll change it. (MINOR SPOILERS) After meeting Benny, I had to put him in here somewhere and I was going to make him Deans friend, but Dean hasn't been in the friend making mood and all that jazz, I also wanted Castiel to have a dog, so I thought why not? I made him a bulldog, not because he reminds me of one or anything like that, but just because I used to have one called Charlie. He was adorable, so he'll probably share some characteristics, sorry about that. ;)

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