While Castiel and I sat on the couch eating our microwave meals, I told him about my day.
"So, it's a date, this Friday." I concluded, picking at the mystery meat in my plastic tray.
Castiel looked at me proudly, "That's good, Gabe. Meeting the family and loved ones of your signifigant other is an important step in a relationship." I nodded thoughtfully.
"You know, you oughta meet him, too, Cassie." I mused, "You're the most important member of my family so if we get married you have to walk me down the isle." We both went into peels of laughter at this.
"Yes, I look forward to seeing Lucifer as the flower girl." Cas joked, which was halarious.
We didn't have a TV so after dinner we sometimes played cards or something if Cas didn't have homework.
I was setting up for a game of poker when Cas asked, "Am I really the most important member of your family, Gabriel?" I looked up at him, surprised.
"Of course you are, Cassie. Of all the Novaks, youre definetly the my favorite." I attested.
He smirked a little and said, "Thank you, Gabriel. And...I suppose you're not my least favorite either." He quipped. We fall back into hysterics and never actually wound up playing cards.
Sam came into the store almost every day that week.
Kali begrudgingly maned the till while we hung out (and periodically made out) in the back. I got him to try every kind of candy we had in stock. Sometimes I would sit or lay my head on his lap and he would read to me and we would fall asleep on top of eachother.
Overall, he was a huge, adorable dork and I was falling head over heels for him.
Eventually, though, Friday rolled around I was bouncing on my heels and biting my lips outside The Bunker waiting for Sam. He told me not to dress up or anything, it was just dinner at his brother's house, nothing fancy.
He told me Dean was a mechanic, obsessed with cars and guns and all that macho-man stuff. Now, I wasn't feminine or queeny, I liked a beer with the boys and a football game as much as the next guy, but this dude sounded like he jumped right off the cover of Hot Rod magazine.
I was already starting to get nervous when I saw a classic black muscle car roll around the corner.