Dean:

Smiling, Dean closed the door on the two ignorant idiots currently floundering on the front lawn, he shook his head at them; they could be so oblivious sometimes, especially with matters that concern themselves. Dean could see it, clear as day. They were both falling at lightning speed for each other and neither of them actually saw the other on their way down, "Idiots." Dean muttered under his breath.

Dean looked himself up and down in the mirror, smart casual. Clean jeans, no holes, not too tight or too baggy; the dark blue blended nicely with the black shirt, the top three buttons undone, one more than usual, but hey, no one has to know that. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows showing muscular arms against the well-fitting shirt. As he attempted to sort out his hair, his shirt rode up, exposing a strip of perfectly tanned skin. He'd have to get some new shirts soon.

The sound of the doorbell echoed through the house and Dean grabbed his wallet, keys and phone off of the coffee table, shoving them into various pockets before heading to the door. Upon opening it his eyes fell on Castiel, the tight jeans he was currently sporting hugged his body without looking suffocating, his top was low enough to show flawless skin without looking like a V neck and his dark hair was ruffled a little more than earlier, Dean smiled inwardly at the thought of Castiel trying to get it flat in place. His breath caught in his throat, heart rate increasing at the beautiful sight in front of him. 'Does he even know how stunning he is?'

Castiel smiled shyly, peering up into Dean's eyes, his left arm outstretched towards the road as he asked. "Shall we?"

Dean realised he's been staring for a little too long, so instead nodded dumbly, silenced by the sight of the man before him. As he stepped forward, Castiel fell into step with him, his right arm coming to rest on Dean's lower back, a comforting, relaxing gesture that found Dean smiling to himself. 'Yep, this is definitely a date.'

Castiel led Dean away from the house and towards a very small, very outdated car. When Castiel removed a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the black KA, Dean blinked rapidly, as if it would dislodge false thoughts and the car before them would morph into another.

Castiel opened the passenger door for him gracefully, but Dean just gaped at him, like a fish caught out of water. Over his initial shock of how good Cas looked out of his uniform, his voice took on a disbelieving tone, when he voiced his thoughts. "Dude, it's a KA."

Castiel didn't seem offended by the remark though, and instead of the automatic defense Dean was expecting, he just laughed, a short chuckle that made Dean smile, because he did that. Cas sounded more amused than anything else when he replied. "Yes Dean, it's also my car."

Dean smiled; already fond of the man he'd only known for less than a day. Shaking his head, affectionately Dean climbed into Cas' car, Cas closing the door when Dean was fully seated inside. He sought out the seatbelt, tugging it free from its prison, securely strapped behind the seat and buckling himself into place as Castiel opened the door, methodically strapping himself in and starting the car as if the whole night was just routine; Dean certainly hoped it wasn't.

The rusty pang of the engine alerted them that the car had started up, and Cas pulled into gear, driving out into the road and following the strips of colour down the smooth path. Dean watched the man drive, the way his hands moved so freely over the steering wheel, changing gear with simplicity, how at ease he was in his own skin; the thought made Dean smile as he watched.

Sam:

"So what bar are we going to tonight?" Sam questioned.

Gabriel smirked minutely, glancing over at him before looking innocently off into the distance of the outside world. "Who ever said anything about a normal, old, boring bar Sammy?" Gabriel retorted, tilting his head in the side mirror, reflecting onto Sam's face.

Sam sighed and glared at Gabriel's unwavering gaze. "Gabriel." He said, warning tone evident in his voice.

"Sam." Gabriel replied, looking smug as ever. He continued. "How about I give you directions and you follow orders."

At Sam's uncertainty Gabriel added. "It's new, we haven't been there before, and don't worry I'm not making you drive to some nudist club or anything. Clothes are to be kept on, unless we want a repeat demonstration of last time."

Sam heard Gabriel chuckle and supposed he'd have to be blushing or looking equally embarrassed; giving a curt nod accompanied with a defeated sigh, Sam began to follow Gabriel's instructions until they were parked in an empty spot within walking distance to the bar.

Sam walked with Gabriel along the uneven pathway, their feet moving in time with one another, arms brushing every now and again when a lamp post or sign was in their path and they had to walk a little closer together to fit; those times were Sam's favourite.

Their bodies were in perfect harmony as they walked, the gradually darkening sky surrounding them created a secluded atmosphere; stars illuminated the hard concrete floor and lit up Gabriel's face, reflecting his menacing features, now relaxed and calm. Gabriel turned his head and caught Sam staring down at him; grinning mischievously Gabriel batted his eyelashes, lifting his hands up to overdramatically touch his face as if he were a self-absorbed girl. "Does the light here really bring out my eyes?"

Sam blushed furiously and playfully pushed Gabriel's arm a little. "You can be such a dick sometimes."

Gabriel snorted, jogging to catch up with Sam's quick pace. "Yeah, but it's a dick you love."

Gabriel's jaw snapped shut at the unintentional innuendo, but Sam just laughed, unbeknown to Gabriel how much the slip of the tongue had affected him. 'No Sam, for fucks sake, he's your best friend. Why can't you just get a normal crush for one and shut up.'

They continued walking in mutual silence, right up until they turned the corner onto the street with the so called 'bar' on it. This was certainly no normal bar. This was more of a club. "Gabriel." Sam stated, cautioning.

"Sam." Gabriel started, then. "Come on; let your hair down a little. Don't tell me you've never been to a gay bar before?"

"No, just because I'm gay doesn't mean I go to these places. They're stereotypical and overrated, not to mention degrading."

"Wow, don't get your panties in-"

Gabriel cut himself off, frowning up at Sam before he continued. "You're gay?"

Sam slow clapped him as if it were the most obvious point in the world. "Well done, Gabe. Do you want a sticker?"

Gabriel stood there; jaw slack as if waiting for an explanation. Sam just huffed out a breath. 'Tonight's going to be a long night.'

Castiel:

Driving with Dean in the passenger seat was far more peaceful than Castiel had expected, and although Dean's staring would have usually made him extremely uncomfortable, Castiel found that it was soothing in some unknown, abstract way. He just felt heartened to have Dean in the same car as him; agreeing to go on a date with him, now that was something else. Dean was indeed a gorgeous man, Castiel had known since he had first laid eyes on him. When he opened that door to greet Castiel, he'd wanted to tell Dean how attractive he was, but of course he'd held back. Dean would surely think he was some adaptation of a stalker.

Castiel parked his car outside of a spacious park, shops, cafes and restaurants littered the side walk opposite, lit up by the dim glow of the overhead street lights, the shops doors were locked, the windows closed tight. The majority of restaurants and cafés were still running though, open signs hanging boldly, presenting themselves to the outside world. Castiel was slightly disappointed that they hadn't come while it was still light, taken the day off and walked through the many rows of shops together, picking out little things that they thought each other would like and revealing them to each other. 'To soon Castiel, you're not even dating.' He cautiously reminded himself.

It didn't matter though, because the park was just as beautiful, maybe even more so, at night than it was at day. He turned off the ignition, unplugged his seatbelt and exited the car, encouraging Dean to duplicate. Once Dean and he were both on the pavement, Castiel locked his trusty car, turning to Dean and smiling before leading the way through the oversized, black gates talking as they entered. "We probably could have come another day when it was lighter, there's more to do then. I apologise."

"Hey, no, don't be sorry Cas. I'm not really a big shopper any way. It's just nice being out of the house."

Castiel hummed his agreement; he knew that feeling all too well; he often ignored his friend's annoyance at him never leaving the confines of his house, but there never really was a good enough reason to get out any way. The parks gravel paths were comforting under foot and it felt all the better to be sharing the experience with Dean. "I come here when I'm feeling alone. It's a good place to think, it's always so quiet and calming here."

Castiel was afraid he had said too much or made of fool of himself for needing a place to think, but Dean just smiled at him, genuine and honest, before replying with. "Someday I'll take you to my thinking place. I haven't been here too long, but I found it pretty much straight away, I think you'll like it."

And was that just an invitation? Damn, Castiel hoped so.

Castiel smiled back as they reached a split in the path, taking the winding trail leaning to the right, faint lights illuminated the way for them, guiding them along the pathway, tall trees and vegetation leaked out from the sides onto the pathway, towering high and hiding them from sight, a lengthily, wooden bridge stretched across a colourful river bank, a variety of fish relishing in the feel of the cool water, "I'd like that."

They walked over the bridge pausing in the middle to watch the fish momentarily, side by side, shoulder to shoulder. Their hands brushed against each other, overlapping at the edges, while resting on the wooden banister, but neither man was ready or willing to move their hand from the others; a modest smile graced his features.

Gabriel:

Gabriel didn't know what to say, sure it was fine with him that Sam was gay, more than fine actually, but he just didn't understand why he'd never told him. "Why'd you never tell me?" He questioned.

"The topic never came up."

Gabriel shrugged away the argument, just before Sam asked. "Why Gabriel, what's your sexual orientation?"

He rolled his eyes and replied curtly. "I'm bisexual, and you know it too."

"WHAT!" Sam yelled stopping right outside of the entrance, twisting Gabriel around to face him and saying, "Since when?"

"Since, I dance and flirt with everyone and anyone; I brought us to a gay bar for God's sake. How could you even think I was straight?"

Sam just stood gaping at him and that was not the reaction Gabriel was expecting, by the time Sam answered him Gabriel was starting to panic about what Sam thought of him now, he'd hate for Sam not to like him, because he was a 'man whore', although using the words 'anyone' and 'everyone' didn't really help his case there, "I thought you were just too drunk to tell."

"Wow, Sam, I don't know how many people you just insulted there." Gabriel grinned at him, trying to act nonchalant about the whole topic.

"Yeah well…." He paused, not really knowing what to say before just going with, "Shall we just go inside now?"

"Why of course Princess; after you."

Sam rolled his eyes, but entered any way, Gabriel trailing behind. The bar was crowded, still maneuverable, but crowded, who would have thought so many people would take to it so quickly. Sam held out his hand and at first Gabriel thought he was asking him to dance; ball room style right through the crowd, but then Sam leaned in close and raised his voice so he can be heard over the music, "Hey, come on, I won't bite. You're too small; I'll lose you in the crowd."

Gabriel rolled his eyes at the comment, but took his hand any way. It was such a normal and unromantic reason to hold someone's hand, but Gabriel's stomach fluttered with butterflies at the touch none the less.

They weaved their way to the bar area, Sam taking the last stool while grinning tauntingly at Gabriel who had to stand; pouting with his arms crossed over his chest until Sam took pity on him, pulling him onto his lap and making Gabriel blush at both being man handled and at the close contact. They were soon knocking back shots; dozens of vibrant colours lined up on the polished surface of the bar, and by the time all of the glasses were empty, overturned and being collected by the bar tender, both men had something a little stronger than a pleasant buzz thrumming through their bodies.

Music boomed throughout the bar, coloured, flashing lights flickering in his eyes as men and woman swamped the dance floor, swaying to the steady beat of the consistent music. Gabriel watched them contently; Sam ordering two beers. Unaware of Sam's interested gaze on what and who Gabriel was watching, he started searching out a loner to approach for a dance, unwilling to drag Sam into his inappropriate crush as he'd probably just make a fool of himself, something he wasn't prepared to do quite yet. "Wanna dance, Gabe?"

The question took Gabriel so completely by surprise that he was rendered speechless, staring blankly at Sam for some sort of denial of the question for so long that, rolling his eyes; Sam picked him up, rising from his feet and literally carrying him over to the dance floor bridal style. Wriggling from his grip, Gabriel was released, feet thumping onto the ground so quickly and so forcefully that Gabriel thought his knees would buckle under the power of it, but Sam latched on, holding him upright, flush against his chest as Sam grinned down at him, providing enough support for Gabriel's knees to buckle under different pretenses, "Come on Gabe, I know you can't resist a dance." Sam wiggled his eyebrows, taunting.

And Gabriel knew he was right, he never could say no to a dance.

I can only apologise for the late update. I don't really have a good excuse, but Christmas? I'm also working on two other fanfictions right now, all bad excuses I know. ;_; Please accept these cookies as a token of my regret.

How did you like the new episode? Benny's accent though people, Benny's accent. I'm dying, I love it so much; I think I swoon every time I hear it. Ugh, he has the perfect voice!

Thank you again to anyone who reviewed, favourited, alerted or read this. I love you all. :)