Pouring drinks for his regulars, and the passers-by, Dean kept half an ear on what Cas was doing. He played a little guitar himself, but he had nowhere near Cas' talent. His friend didn't play the piano, he made it come alive and captivate the listeners. Suddenly, another sound tore through, and Dean nearly dropped his shaker. Gabe was on stage, blowing on a harmonica. The tune made Dean smile and nod approvingly. Just the attentiongrabber to play on such a dreary Saturday. Cas knew it, of course, and he played along. A few people had noticed the change and recognised the song. They started weaving and bobbing along.

"It's nine o'clock on a Saturday...

The regular crowd shuffles in."

Cas' voice was deep and gravelly, but he could pull this one off nicely. Dean swayed along while he took orders, mixed drinks and talked to people. He loved that Cas could play just about anything, especially Billy Joel. That Gabe could play the harmonica for 'Pianoman' along, surprised him, but he had to give it to the little imp. It made the whole thing more authentic. He shot a glance at the stage, and Cas caught his eyes. The blue orbs were sparkling, and Cas winked. Dean stood there, wiping a glass aimlessly, until Cas suddenly used his name.

"Dean at the bar he's a friend of mine,

he gives me my drinks for free.

He'd quick with a joke and to light up your smoke,

but there's someplace that he'd rather be..."

Dean swallowed, but he could take the joke and he grinned at Cas. But it seemed Cas wasn't done yet...

"He says: 'Cas, I believe this killing me.'

As the smile ran away from his face.

'Well I'm sure I could be a race driver,

If I could get out of this place.'

Ooh la la dididah, lalala dididah dadum"

Dean nearly dropped the bottle of Captain Morgan he was pouring. He never told anyone, except Sammy and Cas. What was Cas doing? Meanwhile Gabriel kept going and still managed a suggestieve wink at Dean. Dean groaned softly. He still tried to set Dean up with his straight brother...

More heads turned towards Cas, especially Meg, who seemed to have lost all interest in the guy she was talking to, her eyes having been fused on Cas. Dean curled his lip in disdain. Yep that was disdain, not jealousy. Not jealous at all. Cas noticed his audience and he sassily winked at them, as he contiued his song.

"Uriël's a sci-fi ghost-writer,

it's not a lot he gets paid.

He's talking to Meg,

who's in love with a fag,

and probably never gets laid..."

Dean felt like he swallowed his own tongue, and Meg spluttered incoherrently. Cas tilted his head at her and smiled sweetly, but she was turning on her heels and stormed out. Cas just kept going, reverting to the original song. Dean snapped out of his stupor and returned to his job too, but he kept looking over at Cas. Had he meant what Dean thought he meant? Did that mean Dean actually could ask Cas... no way. His gaydar wasn't good, but not that bad, was it? Cas ended the song and Gabriel hopped off the stage. He made his way to Dean and with a huge grin asked: "Well? Whaddaya think, bucko?" Dean quirked a quick grin back. "I never knew you had it in you. That calls for a drink. I'll make you a Candy Corn Martini."

Gabe hopped on a stool and practically drooled on the bar. "Sounds deliciously sinful. What is it?"

Dean picked up an unmarked bottle with orange liquid.

"Wodka, steeped with candycorn."

He poured two ounces in a shaker and grabbed another bottle, Gabe's eyes glued on his hands.

"Pineapple juice..."

Four ounces of that got added, and topped with ice. Dean shook it rigorously and strained it in a cone-shaped tumbler. Then he added grenadine and topped it with whipped cream. It layered like an actual candy corn, red, orange and white. "There you go, you sugar junk. All for you."

Gabriel squirmed on his stool in anticipation and nipped his drink. "Oh my stars! You just made my tonsils come... This is pure ambrosia. I want this from now on, you got me?"

Dean smirked at the guy and let him babble. His eyes strayed to the man behind the piano again, and again Cas caught him. He raised his drink at Dean and winked. Dean's cheeks started burning, but he winked back. Cas ducked his head adorably and Dean felt the evening perk up big time.