The spicy taste of his drink still lingered on his tongue as Cas slid onto the piano stool. He sighed lightly. His soured mood wasn't fully to blame on his older brother, but he was the main reason. His eyes wandered over to where Dean stood. The black T-shirt under the green plaid defined the scultped torso underneath, and Cas wanted to let his hands slide over the soft, black cotton, just to feel all those enticing bumps. He flexed his fingers and laid his hands down on the surface in front of him. The cool keys under his fingers made him aware of his surroundings again, and he blinked. His fingers caressed the keys and a soft song came flowing out of the old piano.
"Come on, Castiël... tell him." Cas jumped a bit at the smooth voice in his ear.
"Oh my... Gabriel! Shut up!" he gasped out.
Gabriel smirked. "Cassie, brother... tell him." The little troll actually cooed, and Cas felt a muscle jump in his jaw.
"Gabriel, there is nothing to tell. Dean knows. I'm sure he does."
Gabriel raised his eyebrows and scoffed. "If you're so sure, go ahead with my plan. He shouldn't bat an eye then."
Cas sighed. He didn't want to argue about this. Not again. Ever since Gabriel found out about his unfortunate crush on his friend, he had been snooping around. Gabriel was convinced Dean was interested in Cas, but Cas wasn't so sure. Dean was straight. Cas had seen him flirt with the ladies around the bar, winking, smiling, lingering touches..
"Caaaaassiiiieeee... come on bro... do this. I just hate to see you so glum." his brother whined, honey-coloured eyes pleading. Cas sighed.
"I will think about it... just... let me do my job for now..."
Gabriel hummed. "One more thing, baby bro..."
Castiël quirked an eyebrow at him.
"He was totally checking your ass out when you walked over here..." With a wink and a grin, Gabriel turned to go.
Cas gasped slightly as his cheeks flamed. "Gabe.."
His bouncy, annoying and, most of all, loving big brother looked back at him, eyes twinkling. Cas merely nodded. Gabe's already wide grin grew even bigger and he almost skipped away.
Cas pulled a little note out of his pocket and placed it on the little tray that usually held the music score. He bit his lip and downed his drink in one giant gulp. Dean seemed to have noticed, because two minutes later, he brought Cas another one, eyes wide and worried.
"You ok there, buddy?" His voice was worried and soft. Cas licked his lips, noting how Dean seemed to flick his eyes down ever so swiftly.
"Yes. I think I am. Thank you, Dean. I should start my work, shouldn't I?" Dean narrowed his eyes at how precise Cas formed his words, but Cas smiled at him.
"I'm not drunk, Dean. Not even buzzed. I'm containing my irk towards my darling brother." Dean shook his head.
"Still having trouble believing you two are brothers. But it does explain your mischievous streak." Dean smiled at Cas and licked his lips. "See ya, Cas."
Cas swallowed and let his fingers dance over the ivory. "See you later, Dean."
The bar was filling up, a lot of regulars, who waved at him, or saluted him with their drinks. Cas nodded at all of them, never breaking his song, or letting his hands still. Dean had brought him a glass of water, next to his fourth Torchlight. "Let's keep you hydrated, huh bud?" he had rumbled in his gruff voice. Cas decided to give his voice a rest and just played a bit, when a short whistle drew his attention. Behind the curtain, Gabe waved at him with a harmonica. Steeling himself, Cas determinedly nodded once. Gabe grinned and stepped next to him. Cas smoothly changed the tune.