Dean packed the last of his clothes in his duffel, and smiled at Sam.
"You know the address, right?"
Sam twirled the keys of the rented van around his fingers.
"Yeah, I got it. And it's just the one drive. I can follow your Baby there."
Dean smiled and hugged hid brother tightly.
"I know, but if we get seperated..."
Sam hugged back.
"Don't worry. It'll be fine. This is a good thing, Dean. She can't find you as easily now."

Lisa had shown up at the door one evening, just two days after Dean had viewed his new house, pleading for Dean to come back. Bobby had come to the rescue, shotgun over his arm. The barrels had been hinged open, but the message was clear. Lisa was not welcome anymore. Her parting remark had Dean cringing.
"I'll come back later, when it's more... private."
Sam was right. Even if she came knocking tonight, he'd be long gone!
Feeling elated, Dean slung his duffel over his back and went downstairs.
"Bye Bobby. Thanks for everything, man."
Bobby hugged him tightly and patted his arm.
"That's ok, son. Anytime. See ya Monday. Bright an' early!"
Dean chuckled.
"See ya Monday, boss!" he quipped and gave the two fingered salute.

When he drove up to the house, Gabriel was standing on the drive.
"Heya Dean-o! I'm here to help!" he called out as Dean put Baby in front of the garage Cas had said he could use.
"That's great buddy! See that van? That's my baby brother. He took the day off. The three of us should be able to get me settled before Cas is home."
Gabriel smiled at him.
"Awe, a wittle Winchester. I'll hold his... Holy mother! That's your little brother?" Gabe gasped as Sam got out of the van.
"Yup. Sam, Gabriel. Gabriel, Sam, my brother."
Gabriel looked up at Sam's face as he shook his hand.
"Shit you're freakishly tall, and handsome... is that a Winchester thing?"
Sam chuckled and tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"Hey, Sammoose! Catch!" Gabe called out as he flung a bottle of beer towards Sam.
Sam caught it and saluted Gabe with it, before sinking onto the sofa next to Dean.
"Jesus, Dean... kushy sofa! Even I can slouch on it!"
Dean chuckled and sipped his own beer, which Gabe had brought.
"That's because, like you and your bro, Cassie is annoyingly tall." Gabriel grumbled, tipping his beer.
"That's not true, Gabe. You're just a shortstop. Cas is about six feet" Dean clarified for Sam.
Sam leaned back on the sofa and relaxed.
"I'll see him soon enough. It's about six thirty, shouldn't he get home in a bit?"
Gabe checked his watch and nodded.
"Yeah. Around six fifty, seven o'clock, depending on traffic and such."
Dean nodded and pushed himself up.
"Let's get dinner going then."

When Cas came home, dinner was done. Dean had made burgers and Sam tossed together a salad, because no matter how hard Dean claimed burgers were a balanced meal stacked together, Sam wanted a salad to counter the saturated fats. Gabriel had made a caramel covered flan for dessert, and they had just finished setting the table, when the front door closed.
"Hey baby bro! Right on time! Come on in. Dinner is served!"
Castiël slowly walked into the livingroom, eyes wide and a blush on his cheeks.
"You shouldn't have! I was more than ready to order in."
Dean grinned at him.
"Nonsense, Cas! We were here, the food was in the fridge... why spend money when we had time and resources? Now come, eat!"

Cas sat down at the table and took it all in. After a bit he smiled up at them.
"In all this time, I never used the table unless it was a holiday, or I had company."
He glanced up at Sam.
"Hello. We haven't met before, have we?"
Sam smiled and took his hand.
"No. I'm Sam, Dean's brother. Pleased to meet you."
Gabe eyed them impatiently.
"Yeah, yeah... pleasantries aside, guys... dinner!"
That had them all laughing, and they sat down.

To Dean's great delight, Cas bit into his burger with gusto.
"My word! These are great."
Cas chewed, sauce in the corners of his mouth.
"Hm. These make me very happy!"
After polishing off two burgers, Cas scooped a nice portion of Sam's salad on his plate.
"This is so good! And you two made this all from scratch?"
The Winchesters grinned at eachother and nodded.
"Not much to it really, if you have the stuff you need." Sam replied, spearing his own salad on his fork.

After all the food was gone, Cas sat back, and smacked his lips.
"Thank you, Dean, Sam, and even you, Gabriel. I never knew you can cook..."
Gabriel rubbed his neck and smiled.
"Only sweet stuff. Desserts, pastries... Hell, I'm good at those. Anything else I nuke."
Dean groaned and stretched.
"Well, then I'm pleased Sam and I did the main course. Bobby taught us to cook, because, and I quote: 'any idjet knows that fresh cooked is healthier, but it's also more satisfying. Both in belly and in mind.' And I agree with that old coot. I like seeing someone enjoy food I made, and I like cooking. Plus... Bobby's a paranoid bastard. He likes to know exactly what's in the food on his plate."

Castiël hummed, and Gabe chuckled.
"Yeah... I think your boss and our oma would get along just fine..."
Castiël smirked as he examined his fingernails.
"Like a house on fire... all screams and heat."
Gabriel pondered that, then started laughing.
"Too right, baby bro... too right."
Dean looked up through his lashes at them.
"Is she still... you know... with us? Or will we never know if that's true?"
Castiël smiled at him, most of the smile in the way his eyes crinkled up.
"Oma is still around. She lives nearby, so chances are they either know eachother, or know of eachother."
Gabriel deadpanned.
"Oh dear..." he whispered, making the others laugh out loud.

Sam and Gabriel left after ten, after they had done the dishes, all four of them. Dean and Castiël decided to have one last drink and then call it a night.
"So, Dean. I trust you found everything you needed, and you could place all your belongings alright?"
Dean nodded. Cas might be a bit of an oddball, but he was nice enough.
"Yeah. Wasn't that much to begin with. I left most big shit behind. I wouldn't need furniture for a bit, since I fled to Bobby's. And now I still don't need it, because your stuff is just great and I'm super happy I am allowed to use it."
Castiël ducked his head and a pleased blush appeared on his cheeks.
"Good. I'm glad we have similar tastes. I have to work an early shift at the bar tomorrow, so I will be gone from noon until ten. Please, don't feel obligated to cook every time."
Dean smiled and tilted back his beer.
"Don't worry. I think I'll scout the neighbourhood and see how long it takes me to get from A to B from here. And I will cook if I feel like it. You don't have to eat it..."

Castiël chuckled and got to his feet.
"Alright. Well, I am going to bed. Good night, Dean."
"Good night, Cas."
Dean cleared away the empty bottles and the bowl of beernut crumbs.
He stood in the archway and looked around, taking in living room and kitchen.
He could totally get used to living here.
He sighed happily and climbed the stairs to go to bed.
The bed was comfortable and warm, and Dean was out like light in minutes.