Dean:

Dean was drooping, the mattress soft underneath him, supporting his dreary body as his eyes slipped shut. His heart was light and care free for once in a…. a long time; Castiel. He was going to see Castiel tomorrow and he hadn't fucked up anything so far. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. He could feel his mind starting to settle, sleep pushing through the cracks of his mind and lulling him softly when a loud crash sounded near the front entrance forcing Dean to shoot straight up and out of bed, fear, anxiety, adrenaline all pumping through his veins as he cautiously, quietly reached for the bat in the corner, 'not again, this can't happen again. I won't let it; I'll never let it happen again.' Dean started creeping toward it when he heard an ever so familiar giggle followed by a series of more bumps. Dean sighed, running a hand down his face in relief and annoyance, throwing his bat down angry for being so startled; damn his brother could be a pain at times.

Internally debating for a while whether to go help the mutt find his bed before he collapses into unconsciousness and drowns in a puddle of his own vomit or to just cocoon himself back in his blankets and assume he's handled this before on his own when Dean wasn't here as a punishment for putting him on edge that way, especially after dad…. He shook his head, dislodging the thought as quickly as it arose. A quick burst series of fumbles and then an entirely 'not Sammy' voice snapped him from his thoughts and sent him flying out the door to tell Sam's pick up to 'not take advantage of my brother unless you want the hose pipe shoved up your arse and out of your throat' when he rounded the corner, threat dying on his tongue as Gabriel stood, not looking too steady himself, yet still had an arm tightly bound around Sam's side. 'Too tight' Dean thought, mind already coming up with impressive lie's about the bruises to tell Sammy tomorrow, "C'mon Princess, beddy-byes."

Dean snorted at Sam's whine about not being tired and wanting to dance, which caught Gabriel's attention and he looked up, smirking when he caught Dean's eye as Dean shook his head, annoyance gone, replaced with an amused disbelief, "Dump him in bed, I'll get the morning provisions."

"Yes sir!" Gabriel half shouted in the most clipped, military voice he could manage whilst tipsy.

Dean smiled and mock saluted, catching a distant glance of Gabriel marching, actually marching Sam to his room. This was obviously some sort of practiced routine of theirs, which made Dean wonder how they hadn't yet fallen into bed with each other in a drunken haze, woken up in the morning realising that they've wanted each other all along and galloped off into the slowly rising sun, sporting some fashionable, hangover sun glasses.

Dean ventured to the kitchen casting an 'I'll do it later,' look at the knocked over photo frame and also the source of the crash, then returning to Sam's room with enough said 'morning hangover previsions' for two, but 'later' wasn't that much later, defacing the couch with any loose items strewn across the floor after the lumbering Sam. When he returned Sam was lying in bed, but not yet asleep, instead he was trying to get Gabriel to go through his wallet and take out enough money to cover the cab Gabriel paid for that they took here; Gabriel obviously having none of it, "Hey, lovebirds, break it up for a minute." Dean interrupted, both men looking like they were about to deny, but Dean carried on none the less, "Gabe, do you wanna stay here tonight? It'll save you money for a cab."

Gabriel seemed to have gotten past the hyper, energetic stage of his daze and wanted nothing more than to kick off his shoes, lay back and sleep off the buzz thrumming through his body, because the next thing Dean knew he was nodding and pushing past Dean to the couch, before stopping dead and staring straight at it with confusion and annoyance, but before he had the chance to sweep everything onto the floor, Dean interjected… again, "Dude, anything you throw on the floor I will personally shove down your throat. Just go sleep with Sammy in his bed, it's not like it's too small."

Gabriel opened his mouth, Dean assumed it was to object, but he was already pushing him back into Sam's room and pulling off his shoes, "Sam doesn't mind, do you Sammy?"

A low rumble of agreement sounded from Sam's throat, even though Dean knew full well he obviously had no idea what was going on or what he was agreeing too. Gabriel found this consoling anyway and sank down in the mattress next to Sam and Sam immediately octopused around him until Gabriel had no choice but to stay squashed against him, and from what Dean could see, he had no problem with that.

'Damn kids; just confess your undying love already.'

Dean slipped his phone out of his pocket and snapped a quick picture of the scene, composing a text message to Cas with the photo clipped onto it: Can't believe they're still in denial.

Successful, Dean trotted back to his room, purposely avoiding the illuminated clock sat on the bedside, taunting him, and he finally melted into his mattress, falling gradually into a deep sleep of blue oblivion.

Sam:

Upon awaking of course it was inevitable and expected to feel a groggy sensation which he knew would last him all day no matter how much of the hangover had disappeared. It was also expected to feel the beginnings of an impressive, throbbing headache accompanied by the feeling of alcohol swishing in his gut, and again expected that he have a memory gap. Brilliant, 'I wonder how much I missed.' But the one thing Sam didn't expect was the shuffle of sheets next to him which proved a good time to realise that the pillow slotted between his legs, was not a pillow, but in fact another leg, as well as the heavy pile of sheets on his chest was actually an arm. He could feel himself start to rise into panic, breathing faster and heavier as he wondered how Dean could have let this happen, he's just across the hall, and as he opened his eyes he chanced a look at the stranger in his bed. Although it wasn't a stranger, it wasn't a stranger at all. It was Gabriel, Sam smiled feeling himself visibly relax, the man was gorgeous asleep, although Sam couldn't see his eyes, that glimmered with mischief and wonder, the way the little light in the room danced over his features, he looked so at peace, restful and it made Sam's heart swell to look at. At this he felt another wave of intense emotion, 'Had he had sex with Gabriel? How could he have not remembered this?'

Sam's brain whirred, trying to force him to remember last night's events. If he and Gabriel had had sex last night then he was going to berate himself for not remembering it for the rest of his life. After fighting with himself internally for a while, Sam finally realised that he was still fully dressed and a quick lift of the covers determined that Gabe was dressed too, but Sam didn't know whether to be reassured or disappointed with the conclusion that they'd literally just shared a bed last night. After further investigation Sam had taken note of the pint glass of yesterday's water, pack of head ache tablets, carefully placed bowl coupled with multiple tissues and to top it all of two of the most ridiculous looking sunglasses that could be found in the house. And after piling up the evidence, Sam already had a case file on the culprit. His conclusion…. Dean.

After blatantly ignoring the low numbers on the clock, Sam reluctantly disentangled their bodies, a little disappointed that he couldn't bask in the warmth of the others presence for long, but driven far more by the explanation he was counting on when finding Dean's hiding place. It didn't take long to track him down; in fact the results were instant after gulping down half a glass of stale water with a side dish of tablets, and crossing the hall to his brother's room, temporary room, Sam reminded himself. He didn't really understand his anger, only that he'd somehow managed to wake up with Dean's fingerprints littered all over the room and Gabriel snoozing next to him, which alone was enough to allow him a detailed explanation, but more importantly he wanted to know what Dean had actually done, it was a rude assumption to make, but Dean had been powered with the confinement of a crush, both participants of said crush drunk and probably babbling at his feet when they entered. The thought alone was making Sam wildly uncomfortable with all of the scenarios.

Dean was sleeping when Sam flopped backwards on his bed, wishing he hadn't immediately when the unidentified alcohol sloshed unsteadily in his stomach and the realisation that the pills had failed to kick in yet settled in. Dean startled with the jolt, almost smacking him in the face as he woke, but Sam could see him relax when he's figured out who it was, "God dammit Sammy, could you, you know….. not."

Sam winced for his brother, apologetic for forgetting, "Sorry Dean."

"I know, I know. Dude, it's like… four. Why aren't you still sleeping? You're the one with hangover, what do you want?"

Sam's eyes set on a confused annoyance as he remembered the topic, "I want to know why Gabriel's sleeping in my bed."

Dean looked confused for a moment as to why Sam would be worried about that detail, "What? Your big brother convinces the love of your life to snuggle with you all night and you're annoyed with me?"

"Dean, seriously… what happened?"

Dean sighs, obviously too ready to go back to sleep than indulge in any more false stories or emotionally scarring material, "Seriously? Nothing. You both came in drunk off your asses, Gabe settled you. I told him he could stay the night in your bed, because you were dumb enough to break everything with your giant, lumbering giantness in the lounge. That I had to clear onto the sofa so no one would break a leg by the way. And then you both just fell asleep. No unauthorised fondling, no inappropriate love confessions, no attempted smooching, nothing, nil, zilch. My pillow got more action last night than you. Hugging was the only base you got to Sammy, so now that you aren't going to spontaneously combust can I sleep?"

Sam walked to the door muttering a, "Yeah, sure, thanks." Before turning slightly at the frame to ask, "Wait… your pillow got to third base?"

Slamming the door shut, Sam only smirked as he heard the thud of a pillow smacking against the door.

Castiel:

Technically the alarm on his clock had waked him, but it was the proposition of seeing Dean again that got him out of bed so quickly. It worried him slightly that after only one day with the man he wanted to see him so desperately and it's not like Castiel doesn't like his work, he loves it in fact, doing one of his favourite hobbies for a living's a great thing to have in life. It's just that it seems so much more appealing now that he knows Dean's going to be there. He reached over for his phone, curious when he sees the message icon in the corner and cursing himself for putting it on silent for bed and for missing the text. When he opens it up he sees the message from Dean, opening the picture and smiling at the two's sleepy state. Castiel saves the image, sending Dean a text to ask if it's okay to forward it to Balthazar, and after getting a, 'Yeah, sure.' back he sent on the picture to Balthazar; it would just be cruel to deprive his best friend of his mocking ways.

Cas padded out of his room and into the lounge/kitchen complex part of his house, effectively waking up Benny from his light slumber on the mass of pillows he'd dragged into his bed again last night. Castiel tutted at him again, swooping down to pick up the bundle of cushions and put them back in their rightful place on the sofa, Benny sometimes went out of his way to infuriate Castiel, as if he had a human brain. He moved objects, knocked over cups, ate anything he could reach, chewed shoes, and slept in the most awkward places, growling at you if you tried to move him. After having breakfast and showering Castiel fed Benny and took him for a short walk around the park across from his apartment, the dog dragging him the whole way, refusing to let up even a little. Castiel changed into his work clothes and headed to work a little early to help with set up in the kitchen, leaving Benny alone in the apartment and hoping that this time he wouldn't come home to a mess again.

Dean isn't there yet, as Castiel didn't expect him to be, his shift didn't start for a while yet, only a little before Castiel was meant to be there if he hadn't come early that is, and as per usual Castiel found Balthazar skulking around, the only real reason for him being there to flirt with the other workers who were trying to prep the food for the day, but as soon as Castiel catches his eye he's off, practically sprinting through the kitchen to meet him, obviously after the juicy details of the night. Details that weren't exactly all that juicy when it came to Balthazar, the kind of details Balthazar liked was who topped and who blew their lode first, two of which things did not happen last night, so he wasn't likely to bug him for long. Balthazar skidded to a halt in front of him, grabbing onto Cas' shoulders to steady himself and to stop Castiel from walking away from him, "So?"

"So?" Castiel repeated.

True to his word, "Ohh, come on Cassie, who took the wheel?"

"Balthazar, I highly doubt that any of that knowledge is any of your business, but if you must pester me with inquiries you will be sorely disappointed when I tell you that the only intimate interaction between us was a kiss."

Balthazar ponders the information for a moment, before asking, "Who initiated it?"

"What, the Kiss? Erm… me… Why does it ma-"

"Oooh, interesting. Very interesting indeed." He stated beginning to walk away from Castiel and back into the kitchen as Castiel hurried to keep up, trying to follow him.

"What? Balthazar, if you're trying to guess who's going to top again I swear I'm going to disembowel you."

The smirk Balthazar throws over his shoulder was all Castiel needed for confirmation, "Ohh, and thanks for the picture, that boy doesn't know what's coming."

Gabriel:

A loud thud woke Gabriel up from his alcohol induced slumber, used to the feelings of the average hangover Gabriel opted to stop whining about it, sitting up in bed and taking a couple of tablets he found on the side table, hopefully not meant for Sam, who seemed to be absent at the moment. So far this didn't happen to be that bad a hangover, he'd had far worse than a headache coupled with the taste of stale alcohol on his lips. Spying the glimmering sparkly, pink sunglasses, the sides curling upward above his hairline in an elaborate, over the top style, plastic gems sneaking up the sides into a cluster, some of the less stable jewels having fallen off and leaving a circular hole behind. The first pair was joined by a second, less exciting pair of yellow ones that didn't look as big or exciting as the first, although they did have some amazing green, yellow and grey feathers littered across the sides; Gabriel snatched the pink glasses from their location and positioned them on his face.

Wiggling out of the covers and walking as casually and as relaxed as he knows how Gabriel entered the kitchen, figuring even if Sam wasn't here he could at least get some breakfast, having agreed to go into work today. He had no idea why he and Sam went out with the knowledge that they'll have to go to work the next day, but hey, maybe they're just a little bit crazy, or didn't plan on getting Sam quite so drunk. Ok, well that part was a lie, but Sam had no idea Gabriel wanted some more blackmail material so that he would go out with him again, although it definitely doesn't really work like that… ever.

Only Dean was in the kitchen when Gabriel walked in, currently absorbed in cooking breakfast; Gabriel already up taking the task of running to his side to see what's cooking, "Hey, what's on the menu?"

Dean turned swiftly at the sound of his voice, nearly knocking over the pan he was moving bacon, sausages and mushrooms around in, "Jesus Christ Gabe…"

Dean cut himself off when he saw Gabriel's face, fashionably sporting the bright pink pair of shades. A grin spread across his face whilst he nods approvingly, turning back to the process of cooking, waiting for them to be ready for their sandwiches, while talking, "Sammy's in the shower by the way. He shouldn't be long. You should've seen him this morning Gabe, he was so flus—"

A towel collided with the back of Dean's head, effectively cutting him off from further embarrassing Sam. Gabriel turned to the direction of which the towel had come from, smiling widely when he sees Sam, not in a towel, much to Gabriel's disappointment and walking towards him, "Morning Princess." Gabriel greets him.

"I can't believe you're actually wearing those things."

"They match my eyes, don't you think?" Gabriel lifted them up batted his eyelashes at Sam.

Sam laughed and nudged Gabe's shoulder just as Dean was done with making breakfast, plating up three sandwiches and as they sat down to eat Gabriel and Sam shoulder to shoulder, Dean on the other side of the table Gabriel felt a sort of calm wash over him. Gabriel never stayed over much and it was new, but at the same time it was safe, comfortable, it was where Sam was and that comforted him, he could live like this. He stopped that train of thought before it could hurt him, he was too old, too annoying, too friend like? It didn't matter, it would never happen. He should stop pining and let Sam find someone of his own age that matched his intelligence and could take him out without having to get him drunk to have a good time. The problem was that he couldn't stop himself from wanting to be close to him, it was as if he were a magnet, unable to stop his attraction. Gabriel shrugged, it's not like he's doing any harm at the moment; he could stay close to Sam longer. Gabriel smiled to himself; it was a shitty solution, but he was too happy this morning to ruin it at the moment.

Chapter seven guys, I hope you like it because it took me countless amounts of poppets and sleep deprived I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-myself nights to get this out. I was going to edit this, but it's too long and I'm tired and I don't know what I'm writing any more. I'm kinda at a pass right now at when to hit you with the pain, I don't know if I've built up enough happy to fuck you guys up yet. We'll see dudes, we'll see. Ahh yes I remember, we finally got more reviews than my first fic and I wanted to thank everyone who's ever reviewed, so here we go: PandaKatie, Little Miss Scandalous, DieuwertjeRaven, Maknatuna, Dark-An9el, OneTooManyHeadAches, SuperWoman0124, everythingcas, kalfire12 and timeywimey27, and thank you to everyone else who reads this and everything. :'D