Freaking out about Dean finding out about Sam and Gabriel, distracted Cas from his own worries, and before he knew it, a warm body slid next to him on the stool.

"Changed the lyrics, huh?" Dean's voice was soft, and undefinable. Cas couldn't read anything from it.

"Ehm. Yes. It... it was something that needed to be done."

A soft hum, then: "Why?"

Cas felt his cheeks heat up. The four Torchlights hadn't been enough after all. "I.. eh... Some things needed to be said."

Again Dean hummed. "Including my dream?" Fuck. This wasn't good, was it?

"Sorry about that... I... I shouldn't have..."

A soft noise, somewhere between a chuckle and a hum. "You got that wrong, you know... I gave that up ages ago." Cas swallowed hard.

"Sorry again." That got a real chuckle. "Don't be. I can take it."

Silence for a second, then Dean cleared his throat.

"So... a fag?"

Cas winced. "I know it was crude, but I couldn't think of anything else to get rid of her. It was like she was a cat, and I the best brand of catnip in the world."

Dean bit his lip and Cas was hard pushed to keep his hands to himself.

"So... not a fag?" It sounded disappointed and Cas swore his heart stopped dead for half a minute.

"Oh, definitely one, except... I don't flaunt it, like my brother."

A flush crept up Dean's neck and Cas had to ask, before he ruined it all.

"And... you?" Even to his own ears, it sounded forced.

A sly glance of emerald from under those thick lashes. "I'm a pendulum, but I've kinda been stuck on this one guy now. One with very blue eyes..."

Cas gulped and breathed out shakily.

"Dean..."

Dean shook his head. "I can't believe it. I thought I had a pretty good gaydar, but..."

Cas snorted. He hadn't even noticed his own brother swinging the other way... let alone a friend he usually saw around three times a week, as they both worked at the same bar.

Dean looked at him, offended. "What? I do..."

Cas debated for a second, but having one over on Gabe trumped all other things. He glanced over to where Sam and Gabe were waiting for them. From the looks of things, they were very busy... playing tonsil-hockey.

"Really? How about your own brother then?" It came out like a challenge, because it was one.

Dean scoffed.

"What do you mean? Sammy is as straight as an..." His voice tapered off as he turned to seek out his brother. "Son of a bitch!"

Cas bit his lip. "Sorry, Dean. I'd say your 'dar' is a bit off if it comes to friends and family."

Dean leant in closer, his eyes locked on Cas'. He gently cupped Cas' cheek, and Cas could hear his heart thump like a drum. A thumb stroked over his lower lip, and Dean's breath brushed over his skin.

"Tell me, Cas... which would you be? Friend, or..." Dean leaned in even closer, his eyes still boring into Cas'. "...family..." he whispered before stopping a fraction away from pressing their lips together.

Cas heard a soft whine escape his own throat. His mouth opened on its own and he breathed out: "f..family? Can I be..." He got cut off by the huff of Dean's breath as he smiled.

"Good choice, Cas." Dean whispered and pressed his lips to Cas' with a soft moan.

The world shrunk to just the feel of those lips on his, to the soft sounds Dean made and to the warmth of their bodies together. His hand snuck up to the short, sandy hair and he pulled Dean in even closer. The soft, sweet kiss changed into a needy, sloppy one, but neither seemed to care. When a lack of oxygen forced them apart, Dean pressed his forehead against Cas', and his green eyes stuck to Cas' cerulean ones.

"Fucking finally. I wondered how you kissed. I have wanted to find out for so long."

Cas just smiled and licked his lips, loving the taste of Dean on them.

"Cas... you got one thing right about me, in the song..." It came out in a whisper, almost as if Dean was afraid to say this.

"What was that, Dean?" Cas watched the blush highlight Dean's freckles.

"I do have a place I'd rather be..."

Cas tilted his head, waiting for the rest.

"I'd rather be with you. Cas... come with me tonight... I don't wanna let go."

Cas hummed and leaned back in to steal another kiss.

"What about our brothers?" he breathed when they broke apart again.

Dean frowned and cussed softly.

"Damn. I forgot..." He cocked his head. "Help me? I wanna prank those two asshats for keeping me in the dark."

Cas smiled wickedly. "I would love to. I only found out tonight too."

Dean answered him with a mischievous grin. "Let's go then..."

He stood and took Cas' hand. He whispered softly in his ear and Cas grinned. They snuck out the back, Cas lifting Gabe's keys deflty out of his jacket, which hung by the back door.

Dean slipped in his baby, and Cas in the hot pink Ford KA. "See you at home..." Dean smirked as he started the car. Cas grinned back and followed him into the late night traffic.

As he settled next to Dean on his sofa, his phone beeped, followed by Dean's. They grinned at eachother.

Back at the bar, Sam and Gabriel stared at eachother. "They left and took the Ford..." Gabe mumbled. "No. They took the Impala. Dean wouldn't leave Baby behind." Sam replied.

Gabe turned his pockets inside out. "I don't have my keys. And I'm 100% sure I put them in this pocket. Cassie must have them..."

Sam bit his lip. "Maybe, maybe... maybe we can hotwire the Ford?" He knew he was grasping for straws, but Gabe sighed and nodded. They waved goodbye to the manager and went out the back door.

"Crap... It's gone... Sammy..." Gabe was panicking by now. Sam sighed and rubbed his back.

"Guess they didn't leave together after all... damn. You text Cas and have him pick you up. I'll harrass Dean."

Gabe nodded, and drew his phone. Sam kissed Gabe on the head and did the same.

"Show me what you sent... I wanna know if they had a fight or something. It all looked so good, from what I saw." Gabriel coaxed Sam. Sam turned his phone so Gabe could read, and Gabe did the same.

Sam: Dean. What happened? You left without me. Is something wrong? Cas is gone too, and both Gabe and I are stuck here. Sam.

Big brother Gabe: Castiël Novak! You asswipe, you left me! Did Dean-o react badly? Do I have to drop an antique desk on his head? He better not have hurt you! Pick me up, and if Dean doesn't react to Sammy's text, him too. He can sleep over, can't he? Your AWESOME big brother.

Just as they both read eachother's texts, a new message came in, for both of them. It showed the same picture. Cas and Dean cozy together on Dean's sofa, saluting them with a drink.

The captions were exactly the same.

D:

babybro Cas:

You two sneaks can walk. Cas' apartement isn't the closest, but at the moment it is completely empty. Your choice kids. Hope to see you tomorrow. Oh. Cas will drop off the keys to that pink mess when he gets home. Dean

Sam, Gabriel, this is what happens when you keep secrets. It isn't very nice. There are eggs and bacon in the fridge, as is a carton of orange juice. Have a good night, and change the sheets. Castiël.

They looked at eachother and sighed. They closed their coats and, arms around the other's waist, walked off into the rainy night.