Dean:

As Dean watched over the fish bellow, following the forming ripples of the water; golden swirls of fish littering the river Castiel spied his favourite dim lit café, secluded in the midst of the park. Pleased with the development Castiel grabbed Dean's hand jolting him from his thoughts and making him look up; Dean smiled warmly when he looked at him, and Castiel returned it before turning abruptly and tugging him along, practically running toward it.

When arrived, Dean finally noticed the beauty of the building before him; brick work layered up in mismatched colours. Walking inside it was just as beautiful; homely and welcoming and they took no time ordering coffee for Dean and tea for Cas, after which they headed outside, orders in hands warming their skin to the touch, depriving their hands of the cold. The garden was beautiful; foliage blocking out the view of the garden, and with it the pair, the grass was cut, but it wasn't horribly short, leaving just enough to make it look lush and cared for. Tall lights lit up the garden, reflecting everything they have on offer. Dean immediately headed for a table, just plain, wood garden sets splattered over the grass and some patio, but a short call of his name with that rough, enticing voice was enough for his attention to stray. As he turned he spied Castiel motioning to a swing set, painted white and peeling, but it didn't look unpleasant, in fact it won over the chairs, "Let's sit here."

Dean nodded, approaching him as Castiel sat down, the wood creaking and chains rattling from years of use. Dean tried to sit down as carefully as possible when Cas was already swinging it enthusiastically, failing miserably and spilling a small amount of coffee onto the ground below, "Sorry." Cas apologised.

But Dean just smiled, "Don't worry about it."

Sitting outside turned out to be the best option, from here they could look up at the night sky, the golden, shining stars swirled around the sky, blending into the dark blue canvas and lighting it up like a Christmas tree. Dean blew on the remains of his coffee, stream bellowing up from the white ceramic cup like a mushroom cloud, heating up his face and leaving his body feeling pleasantly warm despite the cold night. Regardless of the swing size, Dean and Castiel sat close, bodies compressed comfortably together from shoulder to thigh making it so that when they looked each other in the eye, turning their heads their faces were only center miters away from each other. Tiny nudges of Dean's toes on the ground made them rock a little, comfortable, like a physical lullaby, swaying them into compatibility.

The compatible silence was welcome, neither needing to try to think up a topic or make the situation less quiet, although Castiel soon broke the cycle, "So what brings you to our humble town?"

Dean smiled at the wording before replying, face slowly turning blank, only a hint of sadness burrowed under his skin, reflecting out of his eyes, "My erm…" He coughed, willing courage to talk about this specific topic to return to him.

Castiel must have sensed he hesitation in his head as well as in his words, because the next thing he said was, "If it's difficult for you then you're under no obligation to answer."

His response came quickly with no permission from his brain at all, "No, I want you to know."

It startled Dean that he had said that himself, because it really was true, he really did want Castiel to know about his father, he didn't even really know why he trusted him so much, but the smile Castiel gave him made it worth it. Dean rubbed one eye with the palm of his hand and continued, "My dad passed away a little while ago, he erm… he was a good man, reliant and expecting, but still good. I erm…" He coughed again. God, Dean really hated talking about himself at the best of times, "I took it pretty hard I guess, and I haven't been at my best for a while now, so I moved in with Sammy, who got me this job. He's trying to get me back on my feet I think."

Castiel took everything in quietly, not judging him or questioning his choices, but just listening as he talked, his utterly accepting nature made Dean feel safe, wanted even, "Do you like your new job?"

Dean shrugged, but smiled any way, "Pretty much, some of the people are a little… weird, but no one's really bothered me and the stares will go away soon right?"

Dean chuckled at the skeptic face, but stopped short when he realised he was serious, "Wait, you're serious? Well, how long will they….?"

Castiel shrugged, "You're a very attractive man Dean; people are bound to stare at you."

Dean shook his head in a disbelieving gesture; do people really have nothing better to do than stare at someone at work? Really? Dean took it lightly, although he needed a time frame, "Well, how long did they stare at you for?"

Castiel frowned, head tilting to the side when he replied, "No one stared at me Dean, why wo-"

Dean cut him off, surprised and confused, "What? I…. what? Why the hell not?"

Castiel looked down at himself then back up at Dean as if that explained everything, but Dean wasn't buying anything, nudging him with his shoulder as he talked, "Stop it Cas, everyone knows you're hot."

Sam:

Sam laughed when Gabriel struggled from his grip, blush disappeared completely, his face set challenging, "You wanna dance princess, well fine."

Gabriel placed a hand on Sam's lower back and pulled him flush against him, chest to chest, grabbing his other hand so their fingers were laced together, but instead of the intimate grinding or swaying hips Sam was expecting, Gabriel started over exaggeratedly marching to the side, splitting the crowd in two, parting the waves of people and gaining a few onlookers that had turned to yell at the person who'd pushed them, giving Sam no choice but to place his flailing hand on Gabriel's shoulder. Sam was almost constantly saying sorry to the many people Gabriel was interrupting, but none of them seemed pissed, more amused by the two men practically ballroom dancing to dance music in the middle of a gay bar.

"Relax" Gabriel shouted up to him, twirling Sam around multiple times, leaving him dizzy and disorientated; colours swirled uncontrollably around his head for a few minutes longer.

Gabriel, the merciless bastard, didn't allow Sam any time to adjust before he was parading him off in the opposite direction, attaining more onlookers with every step. In spite of the man's size, Gabriel was actually pretty strong and it took him quite little effort to maneuver Sam's jelly legs where he wanted them to be. The crowd was quickly multiplying; masses of people moving back to give them a large portion of the dance floor and circling around it like hungry vultures, their amused eyes following their movements, Sam even spied some video phones trailing the two where ever they went.

Sam couldn't catch on with the actions; he didn't know how to dance like this and he certainly didn't know Gabriel could, obviously another talent of his that he'd neglected to tell Sam about, but then again, why would you tell someone you could dance? So Sam just let the smaller man twirl and man handle him across the dance floor with ease, ignoring the increasing blush spreading across his cheekbones. The lack of alcohol in his system made it progressively harder to be 'relaxed' about this. Especially since there were a million eyes on them right now and Sam probably looked like a giant oaf seeing as he had no idea what he was doing right now.

The DJ caught on soon enough and the music cut out momentarily just to be replaced with something a little more fitting to this type of dance. Some classical tune that Sam didn't recognise filtered its way around the club; he didn't even know DJ's had that sort of music on hand like that. The sudden change in music caused individuals elsewhere to turn toward the dance floor; interest peeked by the circle of people and before Sam realised it their 'audience' contained most of the people in the club.

Gabriel seemed un-phased by this development and carried on none the less, and the next thing he knew Gabriel had flung him out, leaving them connected with only one hand before yanking on the bond and twirling him in; caught in a tangle of limbs like a fish caught in a net. He was there long enough to hear Gabriel laugh at his surprise and unbalance, a complete contrast to Gabriel's fluid, graceful movements before he was spinning out again, wobbly with all the unexpected actions. Gabriel caught his hand again, bringing him in so that they were chest to chest temporarily and then with surprising strength, swooped him down as far as he could without dropping him and beamed at him, eyes gleaming in the strobe lights. Their spectators must have caught on that that was the end as applause bombarded their ears and Gabriel said loud enough for Sam to hear, "How's that for a dance princess?"

Castiel:

Dean took a casual sip of his coffee straight afterwards as if he'd just stated a fact about the weather and not just told someone… that. Castiel blushed crimson, staring down at his lap shyly, fiddling with the handle on his cup. To say he was surprised was a major understatement, and he was suddenly very aware of the way he looked; blush almost gone he started to talk, "Dean."

Dean looked up at him and must have seen something written across his face that he didn't like, because Dean facial expression turned slightly annoyed and more than a little bit doubting, "Ohh, come on. Really Cas?"

Castiel frowned, not understanding why Dean suddenly looked like he was trying to explain logistics to a new born. Dean looked up at him and smiled instead of being annoyed or distressed, then he laughed, and laughed, and laughed, having to move his cup to the side and clutch at his stomach for support. Castiel didn't really understand why he was laughing so much, but smiled at his state any way, purely because the sight of him doubled over in such uncontrollable laughter that he couldn't even gather enough intellect to talk was amusing to say the least. Finally Dean calmed down enough to sit up straight and face him again, leaning back against the crumbling swing and starting those little rocks with his foot again that put Castiel back at ease.

When Dean caught his eye Castiel gave him a questioning look, and Dean smiled, "I dunno Cas, you're just really fucking attractive. I guess hearing you think differently was just so unbelievable that it's actually quite funny."

Castiel opened and closed his mouth, not knowing how to respond so settled instead with drinking some of his tea and relaxing back onto the bench, drawing his legs up onto the back with him and letting the rhythmic sway of the seat relax him. He saw Dean retrieve his cup and they sat together for a while longer, talking about all the little things that come to mind, Castiel told him about his dog Benny, how he was an only child and that his parents decided to move to Australia, but they Skype sometimes to catch up. He listened to Dean's stories about Sam and when they were younger, he didn't really mention his mother in any more recent memories so Castiel just took what he could out of that and didn't ask any questions that could upset him. They talked past closing time when Uriel came out to take in their finished cups and tell them he was closing up now, but they could stay out here for as long as they wanted. Castiel had paid him before he retreated inside again. Castiel had known Uriel for years, ever since he started coming out here on off days just to appreciate the scenery and he'd always allowed him pretty much free range of the place.

When they finally decided that it was too dark and cold to stay outside any longer it was already pretty early in the morning and Castiel drove Dean home with some reluctance, not wanting to be out of his company yet, but not wanting to intrude. He'll see him at work tomorrow any way, no biggie. When they arrived Dean turned before getting out of the car, "Hey erm… what's your number?"

He flipped open his phone and they exchanged details; Dean smiled warmly saying a quick thanks. He hesitated when opening the door again, turning to meet Castiel's gaze, but apparently second guessed himself and returned to the door. Well, Castiel couldn't really have that now, "Dean?"

"Yeah?" He replied all too quickly, swinging around in time for Castiel to catch the back of his head and pull him in close to kiss him, their lips brushed minutely, skin grazing skin softly, chaste and teasing, barely touching, but Castiel's nerves had never felt so charged, he pulled away leaving Dean lingering, pushing in for more, but getting nothing, "See you tomorrow Dean."

Dean swallowed, leaning back and opening the door in an almost dazed state; he watched as Dean approached his front door and waved back through the glass when Dean turned to say one last goodbye for the night. Castiel smiled, pleased with himself as he drove home.

Gabriel:

The applause soon subsided as Gabriel pulled a flustered, blushing Sam back up onto his feet and the music changed back to the loud, thrumming beat that is had been before. The pair squeezed back to the bar, claiming a few pats on the back and cheers from strangers as they went; the bar tender had their drinks waiting for them when they returned and grinned at them; knowing smile lighting up his face when he winked at them. Gabriel laughed and returned it gratefully, watching as Sam downed his drink and went straight for Gabriel's, "Whoa there cowboy."

Gabriel snatched his away and chuckled at Sam's lost expressions, sulking as he crossed his arms over his chest, "I feel humiliated."

Gabriel smiled, trying to hide it from Sam as he patted him comfortingly patronising on the back, "Don't worry princess, I'm sure everyone loved your dancing."

Sam huffed out a breath but smiled at Gabriel any way and Gabriel handed him his drink with a smile, calling over the bar tender again, peering at his name tag before speaking, "Dmitri, shots please."

Dmitri smiled, leaned forward on the bar and asked, "Which ones?"

"All of them" Sam pitched in quickly, Gabriel laughed and Dmitri saluted sauntering off to come back a little while later with quite a large tray containing a rainbow of glasses splattered over its surface. The drinks were placed on the bar in front of them and Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows at Sam, challenging as he handed over a wad a bills over to Dmitri who was watching in interest before he was called away.

Sam raised his chin and smirked at him, "I may not be able to dance like you Gabriel, but I'll drink you under the table."

Gabriel returned the smirk, this time tinged with mischief, he was going to enjoy this, "We'll see about that."

Sam did beat Gabriel at shots and proceeded to drink the rest of Gabriel's as well, but that gave Gabriel the clear advantage of being more sober that Sam and also having more hilarious stories to tell his barely conscious body in the morning when he comes complaining to him the next day for getting him drunk. The rest of the night was a blur of colours and bodies, dancing, drinking and laughing, he wasn't going to regret this tomorrow when he had a hangover though; he never did.

Hey, so I managed to fit in one chapter before 2013, we didn't die! I'm a bit delayed in saying that but oh well. I know Gabriel's bit is a little short, but I really couldn't think of anything else, my brain shut down. I've come up with my new year's resolution by the way; it's to finish everything I started, so it's probably going to take me all year, maybe the next one too. Mehh, what can you do? :D

Thank you for any one reading, reviewing, alerting and adding to your favourites. Happy Late Holidays, Merry Late Christmas and Happy New Year! :)