"So when are you seeing that Castiel kid again?" Sam asked.
"What?" Dean replied.
"Oh c'mon. Don't think I didn't notice, Dean." Sam rolled his eyes. "He enters the room and you do a spit take. He starts walking off and all of a sudden you 'have to go'. Don't forget the part where I saw you fall out of the balcony."
"He is pretty hot isn't he?" Dean smiled.
"You sure set your standards high this time." Sam retorted. "And he sure set his low."
"Bitch." Dean laughed.
"Jerk." Sam replied. "Either way, when are you seeing him again?"
"I don't know. See, he says that he doesn't want to see me again, right? I know that he does though." Dean answered. "In the end, I know that I'm going to see him again no matter what he says."
"You sound confident." Sam snorted.
"I am." Dean smirked. "Anyways. You be a good student and do your homework. I'm going to go out for a little while."
"Yeah, whatever. At least I don't have to be reminded to be a good student." Sam muttered. "What time does Dad get home from work tonight?"
"It's Saturday...so he gets home by 8:45." Dean answered. "Adios."
"Bye!" Sam called after him.
As soon as Sam heard the roar of the Impala's engine, he grabbed his phone and went to text Gabriel.
Is this Gabriel Novak?
who wants to know?
Sam Winchester. I'm Dean's younger brother. You've probably met him.
I know who you are Sammy. And not only have I met your big bro but Cassie won't shut up about him.
That's convenient then.
What is?
Well I thought we should set them up.
Ooooh. I like you, Sam.
So yes?
fuck yes! where do we start?
How about we make them run into each other at lunch today?
I think I can make that work. How about this expensive café not too far away from here? I can cover the tab before.
I can tell him that I'm meeting you there for lunch and you can just invite Castiel to lunch.
How about 1 30?
Great. What's the name of the café?
Alfies
That doesn't sound like an expensive café
Well it is. The kid who owns it is wicked nice too.
Pleasure doing business with you. :)
My brother is going to kill me.
My brother is going to kiss me.
...okkkkk I'm not judging you
Ew. Not like that, you sick bastard. Whatever. Homework to do.
Adios.
"Cassie!" Gabriel called, running up the stairs.
Cas moaned into his pillow in acknowledgement.
"Just wanted to let you know that I'm going to Balthazar's for a while." Gabriel said.
Cas groaned in reply.
"Enjoy your moral dilemma and hours of sulking." Gabriel smirked, ruffling Cas's hair.
Cas finally lifted his head from his pillow. "He has a girlfriend."
"What?" Gabriel asked.
"Dean. He has a girlfriend." Cas repeated, flopping his head back on the pillow
"Don't worry. He likes you more." Gabriel assured him. "I still don't understand why you think it's a bad thing to have the hots for him."
"Half of it's because I don't understand it." Cas flipped over on his back. "We have absolutely nothing in common. He's a dirty, rowdy partygoer who probably doesn't get higher than a C in school and I'm well, me. I'm organized and proper and ace all my tests. He's dangerous and cunning and charismatic and I'm awkward and shy, and according to him, a smartass."
Gabriel laughed. "You are a smart ass. As far as the other stuff goes, who cares?"
"I care!" Cas protested. "Becuase it's about a million reasons why we wouldn't work out. Which brings me to the other half of my dilemma – social class."
"Social class?" Gabriel scoffed. "What happened to not caring how much money we have?"
"I don't care. Michael does. Name one person in this family that was in a relationship or married someone who wasn't a millionaire." Cas replied.
"Who cares what Michael thinks?" Gabriel exclaimed.
"Michael does. And I'm not going to have him mad at me." Cas said. "Besides, Dean and I are too different. We're just not meant to be."
"You know this how?" Gabriel asked.
"It's common sense. We're exact opposites. I am – was – the face of morality until damn Dean Winchester came into the picture. Now I feel dirty. And as far as I've known, Dean is the face of immorality with his one night stands and underage drinking." Cas snapped.
"I think that's your problem, Cassie." Gabriel smiled. "You're thinking too hard about this. You're trying to justify it, but that's the thing about romance. You can't explain it. It's just there."
"You're going to be late, Gabriel. You should get going." Cas said.
"Oh. Balthazar's! That's right!" Gabriel remembered. "See you later!"
"Bye." Cas mumbled, turning back over on the pillow.
Cas heard his phone go off and he quickly grabbed it, knowing that there was a small chance that it was Dean. His face fell when he saw it was from his brother.
"What do you want Gabriel?" Cas answered
"You know that little café you like? Alfie's?" Gabriel asked.
"Yes. Why?" Cas replied.
"Well, I know you need some cheering up so I thought you would like to meet me there." Gabriel suggested. "You're going to drive yourself crazy staying cooped up in that room all weekend."
"Fine." Cas sighed.
"Great!" Gabriel smiled. "I'm on my way there right now. You can meet me there in fifteen minutes. I already have two seats reserved, so no worries."
"Okay. I'll see you in a little while, Gabriel." Cas said, flipping the phone shut.
Cas cursed silently to himself as he pulled a clean suit out of his closet.
Dean flipped off his radio and picked up his phone. He briefly looked up at the road and then looked at who his text was from.
Hey Dean, Gabriel's taking me to this café. It's called Alfie's. He wants you to come along, too. He already has a reservation under his name. Do you know where it is?
Dean responded when he reached a red light.
wtf are you doing with gabriel?
He invited me.
why would he invite you and why would you say yes
I don't know. Why don't you ask him. And I only said yes because I figure that I might as well get to know him since I'll be seeing him a lot more often soon.
whats that supposed to mean
;)
Come and see.
youre scaring me sammy. now i have to go make sure he didnt drug you dont I?
Yep!
be right there...
Dean drove to the café and arrived there a little after 1:30. He walked in and immediately saw how fancy it was. All of the waiters and waitresses were in white dress shirts and black slacks or A-line skirts. They all wore black ties and and formal shoes.
Dean whistled as he took a step in. "This better be paid for in advance."
"Can I help you sir?" A woman asked.
"Uh yeah." Dean replied. "Is there a table for Novak?"
"Oh yes. It must be an important meeting. Mister Novak purchased the private dining area." She commented.
"Hm. Must be." Dean mused.
The lady led him to a pair of double doors towards the back of the café. "Right through here, sir."
"Whoa." Dean muttered as he entered the room. The room was lit by chandelier and had paintings hung on the walls. There were pedestals with Bonsai trees on them in each corner of the room and a surround sound system playing classical songs performed by the orchestra. He grinned as his eyes fell on the person sitting reading the menu at the table.
"It's about time you got here, Gabriel. You're seven minutes late." Cas snapped, but then froze when his gaze met Dean's.
"Cas?" Dean smiled.
"Dean?" Cas scoffed.
"What are you doing here?" They asked at the same time, obviously surprised. The only difference was that Dean was happily surprised and Cas was confused and flustered.
"Miss." Cas raised a finger to the waitress.
"Yes, sir?" She responded.
"I believe there's been a misunderstanding here." Cas said.
"How so?" The waitress asked. "You are both here for Gabriel Novak, yes?"
"I came for Gabriel, but I think I like who I found better." Dean smirked. "We're fine here, miss."
Dean jumped in the booth and scooted in next to Cas.
"Let me rephrase myself." Cas stated. "What are you doing here?"
Dean laughed. "You still haven't figured it out?"
"Figured what out?" Cas asked.
"Who did we both come here for, but isn't here? Our brothers." Dean replied.
"Oh. I hate Gabriel right now." Cas scowled.
"Why? You can't find me that annoying." Dean smiled.
"Sure I can." Cas said obstinately.
"Okay. Then tell me this." Dean scooted in closer to Cas. "What exactly is so terrible about me?"
"Well, many things, but that's not why I don't want to see you." Cas responded.
"Okay then. Why not?" Dean asked.
"Do you have to sit so close to me?" Cas complained. "There's the whole rest of the booth to sit at."
"Is it bothering you?" Dean teased.
"Slightly." Cas answered.
"Good." Dean smiled. "So why don't you want to see me?"
"Well, it's not exactly because of the bad things." Cas turned away from Dean and folded his arms across his chest. "It's more of the good things."
"So you like bad boys then?" Dean smirked.
"No. I like people that are smart and tidy and prioritized and educated and responsible and-"
"And everything the opposite that I am?" Dean asked.
"Well, yes." Cas stammered.
"I thought you said it wasn't about the bad things?" Dean smiled.
"Well, it's not." Cas answered hesitantly.
"Then explain. Because I think you're a headcase right now." Dean laughed.
"Maybe I am." Cas replied. "You don't know that."
"I don't really care, either." Dean stated. "So explain yourself."
"The more I talk to you, the more good things I see in you. And the more good things I see in you, the more I can't forget about you." Cas muttered.
"Who would want to forget about all this?" Dean smirked.
Cas adjusted his position on the edge of the booth silently.
"If this is about the other night, we can, to my dismay, forget it ever happened." Dean said.
"No. I need to own up to my actions." Cas replied.
"Well, why then?" Dean asked. "What is it that is so terrible about me that you'd never want to remember me?"
"So what are you thinking of ordering?" Cas asked, grabbing a menu.
"Answer me." Dean ordered, swiping the menu and putting it back down on the table.
Cas turned his head a little to speak over his shoulder. "No."
"Answer me." Dean repeated, putt his face just behind Cas's ear.
"No." Cas answered, turning his a head a little more.
"Why not?" Dean asked quietly.
"Because." Cas replied.
"Because why?" Dean asked. "Don't you trust me?"
"Not a bit." Cas smiled, unaware that he was slowly turning his head over his shoulder. Slowly, Cas's lips grazed across Deans. Cas leaned back slightly, kissing Dean roughly. Dean wrapped his hands around Cas's middle pulling him closer in.
Cas suddenly opened his eyes and just stared at Dean for a moment, his mouth still on Dean's. He quickly pulled away and slapped Dean.
"Would you stop doing that?" Dean rubbed the side of his face.
"I'm leaving." Cas proclaime pushing himself to a stand.
"Not this time, Cinderella!" Dean exclaimed, grabbing Cas's hand and pulling him back down onto the booth.
Cas glared at Dean. "I can leave whenever I damn well please."
"Not on my watch. Your brother paid for this and it was expensive. So if you're not going to do it for this fine piece of ass, do it for your brother." Dean replied.
"Gabriel wouldn't care. I assure you that." Cas said flatly. "We are one of the richest families in the world. We get millions just for our allowance."
"Way to rub it in." Dean retorted.
"That was not meant to be a boast." Cas stated. "It was just a fact."
"I get that." Dean laughed. "What I don't get is what gives you the right to kiss me and then run off."
"Becuase I never mean to. That's why." Cas snapped.
"If you ask me, that sure seemed intentional." Dean smirked.
"Well it wasn't. You're just-"
"So smooth and sexy and kissable and that makes it all my fault." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Yes it does." Cas protested.
"Whatever." Dean smiled. "So are you going to tell me why you want me out of your life now?"
"I never said that. I just said that I wanted to forget about you." Cas corrected him.
"Here's the thing, sweet cheeks." Dean started.
"I am not your sweet cheeks." Cas scowled.
"Whatever." Dean rolled his eyes. "The point is that I can leave you alone and you can forget I ever happened and I'll leave your life. On the other hand, I stay in your life and constantly pester you and you can never forget about me or put me behind you. There's no forgetting about me if I'm still in your life. And you can't really dwell on me if I'm out of your life. You see what I mean?"
"Yes. You do have a viable point, Dean." Cas mused.
"Your choice, Cas. Which would you rather have?" Dean asked.
"Which would your girlfriend allow?" Cas asked.
"Girlfriend?" Dean repeated.
"The other night you said that you had a girlfriend." Cas stated.
"Oh yeah. I dumped Carrie. Or was is Callie? Wait no. That was the last one. This was Lizzy. Yeah, Lizzy." Dean thought out loud.
"It's comforting to see how serious you are about relationships." Cas said sarcastically.
"Haven't found the right person yet." Dean shrugged. "I think when I do, I'll know immediately."
"I believe you're referring to soul mates, Dean. Most relationships build up over time until you love them. I personally have no opinion on soul mates. I wouldn't deny the existence of them just in case I ever found one, but I'm yet to see someone have one." Cas replied.
"Anyways. I'm hungry." Dean smiled. "Let's see what they have here."
Cas gawked at Dean's plate. He had ordered a burger with a side of fries, a large soda, and a slice of apple pie on the side. Cas turned to his plate, a lone raspberry scone sitting in the center and a mug of coffee to the side.
"Don't you eat anything?" Dean scoffed.
"Of course I do. I just prefer to eat healthy." Cas replied.
"Not anymore, scone boy." Dean smiled, grabbing the sides of Cas's face and shoving a few fries in his mouth. "Chew."
Cas glared at Dean, but obediently chewed the fries. After a moment, Cas's face expression changed drastically and he grabbed a handful of fries off Dean's plate.
"Once you go fries, you never go back." Dean smirked.
"That's fine with me." Cas mumbled, shoving his scone out of the way and grabbing Dean's plate.
"Hey!" Dean exclaimed. "Get your own!"
"But the waitress is gone." Cas pouted.
"Fine. I'll go order you some fries. Just leave me some." Dean laughed.
Dean came back with two plates of fries and set them on the table in front of Cas. "Give me that!"
Dean grabbed the burger out of Cas's mouth. "That's mine."
"But it's good." Cas whined.
"Too bad." Dean retorted. "You want one, go order your own."
Cas grumbled, but began eating his fries. Dean started slurping his soda as he finished it.
"Stop that." Cas glared at him.
"You mean this?" Dean teased, slurping loudly from the glass.
"Yes. That." Cas answered.
Dean continued to slurp in the glass.
"Give me that." Cas grabbed at Dean's glass and jerked it towards him, accidentally spilling the ice all over himself. "Get them off me!"
Dean burst out laughing as Cas jumped around in the booth, trying to get the ice off him.
"A little help here would be nice, Dean!" Cas yelled.
"Freaking rich people." Dean chuckled.
Cas shrieked as an ice cube rolled off his shoulder and rolled down in his shirt. "Dean!"
Dean helped Cas quickly unbutton his shirt and retrieve the ice cube. Cas's white shirt hung open to the sides still. Dean started smiling and laughing, looking down at him. Cas grabbed Dean by the lapels of his jacket and pulled Dean against him. Dean was surprised at first, but quickly got back in the game. He moved his hands down to Cas's waist, pressing into him. Cas's skin felt hot and tingly under Dean's calloused fingers and Dean's soft moans sent chills down his spine.
After a moment, Cas pushed Dean off him. "Get off me."
"Please don't hit me." Dean laughed.
"I'll tell you what I'm doing now. I am leaving. Never talk to me again." Cas panted.
"You don't mean that." Dean smiled.
"Fuck you very much." Cas wheezed, quickly running out of the room.
Dean laughed as he slumped down in the booth. "He is something else."
"Gabriel!" Cas shouted storming into his house.
"Hola, Cassie! How was your date with freckleface?" Gabriel smirked.
"Terrible. Thanks for asking." Cas replied.
"Why do I not believe you?" Gabriel retorted.
"I don't care if you believe me." Cas snapped.
"So tell me, what was so terrible today?" Gabriel chuckled.
Cas sighed as he kicked off his shoes and lied upside down on the couch. "The biggest thing was that I couldn't stop kissing him."
"That's a bad thing?" Gabriel asked.
"Horrendous. Horrifying. Atrocious. It was a monstrosity." Cas stressed.
"Well, did he kiss back?" Gabriel continued.
"Well, yes." Cas muttered.
"Then what are you fretting about?" Gabriel laughed.
"The fact that we both kissed each other!" Cas exclaimed.
"And again, that's a bad thing why?" Gabriel smiled.
"Because I'm falling for him and he's falling for me and I don't want that to happen!" Cas ran his fingers through his hair. "What am I going to do?"
"Date him?" Gabriel suggested.
"No, no no! Of course not!" Cas replied.
"Why not? You like him, he likes you. Once that's established, you go make out with each other." Gabriel said.
"Done and done." Cas sighed.
"Well, officially make out with each other. As boyfriend and boyfriend." Gabriel amended.
"No." Cas protested.
"Why not?" Gabriel demanded. "You're being stubborn."
"Becuase we're just not right for each other. We're not meant to be together." Cas stammered.
"Not right for each other?" Gabriel scoffed. "You can't keep your hands off each other!"
"That's also known as just lust, Gabriel." Cas sighed.
"Well, do you laugh when you're with him?" Gabriel asked.
"Yeah." Cas answered.
"Do you smile?" Gabriel continued.
"Yeah." Cas muttered.
"Do you hit him and then say it's his fault when you kiss him?" Gabriel smirked.
"Yeah." Cas nodded.
"Does he run away or yell at you?" Gabriel finished.
"No." Cas replied.
"Then obviously he's wants you, Cassie. And thus, I rest my case." Gabriel stood up. "Now call him up and ask him out."
"Still not going to happen." Cas shook his head.
"He's not going to wait around forever, baby bro." Gabriel laughed.
"That's the plan." Cas sighed. "He shouldn't wait up for me."
"He's going to for a while though. When Dean wants something, he does all he can to get it." Gabriel smiled. "You've been warned."
"Gah!" Dean exclaimed as he entered the house. "You're a fucking genius, Sammy!"
Dean picked up his brother and swung him around in the air, setting him back down on the sofa.
"I take it things went well?" Sam chuckled.
"Things went amazing!" Dean exclaimed. "Still don't think he's ever going to call me back, though."
"From what I've heard, you're all Castiel talks about." Sam smirked. "Don't be so sure, Dean."
A/N: I'm still not 100% where I want to take this, so be sure to leave a review and tell me what you want to see in the next few chapters and what you think. All appreciate all feedback!