/Consider yourself warned, you're probably going to want to punch Gabriel in this one xD Enjoy! R&R as always, I love to hear feedback and requests :)/
Thursday night was one of Dean's nights off and he relished it. At 6PM, Dean happily pulled off his apron and stretched, as Gabriel gave the counter a quick wipe-down.
"Hello, Dean." Dean came face to face with Castiel as he exited the café, coat half on, wallet in hand.
"Jesus, Cas." Dean exclaimed. "You're like a ninja, seriously."
Castiel's eyes watched Dean. "Is Gabriel inside?"
"Yeah, it's his turn to take the night shift." Dean replied, shrugging on his coat.
"Oh, I see. I shall go visit the library then." Castiel turned abruptly, trench coat flapping. Dean noticed that this time however, he was wearing a dark sweater vest over some black slacks. The overall effect, Dean decided, was characteristic of Castiel and it was rather pleasant. He'd gotten to know Gabriel's childhood friend pretty well considering how much time the guy spent in his café. For some reason, he was there even when Gabriel was not, which gave Dean a warmth he had not anticipated.
"Hey, Castiel, if you've got nothing better to do, you know, you could come out with me." Dean grinned at the subtle light that had come into Castiel's lovely eyes. "I was going to go get some dinner."
"I would love to, Dean." Castiel accepted his invitation with all the gravity of a one accepting a great honour.
Dean took him to The Prime Steakhouse. "Dude, this place has the best prime steaks. You gotta try one."
Castiel ordered in a very shy, halting way, which Dean found charming as hell. 'Dude, seriously?' Dean internally questioned himself. 'You sound gay right now.' Either way, Dean was pleased to note that Castiel took no notice of the pretty waitress who was obviously flirting with him, and looked up from his menu to lock eyes with Dean often, before turning owlish eyes to the menu. Soon they had ordered nearly half a cow, and the waitress left them alone.
Dean tried to make some conversation with the handsome young man sitting opposite him. "So how do you know Gabriel?"
"He was a friend of my brother's."
Dean paused. The way Castiel said friend was odd…then Dean burst out laughing. "Oh man, Gabriel was your brother's boyfriend?"
Castiel gave Dean a small smile. "I was not aware you knew of Gabriel's….preferences."
Dean waved a hand. "San Francisco is nothing if not a liberal community. Gabriel's more than open about his weakness for hot guys." Castiel laughed at this, and Dean smiled. He liked the way Castiel's eyes sparkled when he laughed, and the creases at the corner's of his eyes…
"Michael, my brother, and Gabriel were together for about two years."
"Then what happened?" Dean asked curiously.
Castiel shrugged. "Michael broke it off after my father's death. He said he had no time for a relationship."
"Man. Must've been rough for Gabe." Dean took a sip of the beer the waitress brought him watching the way Castiel curled slender fingers around the neck of his bottle, before bringing it to his pink lips. Inwardly, Dean cursed himself for the totally indecent thoughts that filled his mind. 'This is Castiel! A guy. Whatever you're doing, stop it.' Dean dragged his attention back to Castiel as he began to speak.
"I believe so. Gabriel did not really date anyone after that, and he only kept contact with me. Gabriel was an only child and his family was never very close. I think after a while he came to think of me as a little brother; as someone he could dote upon."
"That explains a lot." Dean sighed. "He has never tried to commit himself to a real relationship in all the years I've known him."
Castiel murmured, "He and Michael did not part under good circumstances."
That was the last of their serious conversation. Dean began telling Castiel funny little stories about being a barista.
"One time, this guy walked in." Castiel was giving Dean his full attention with his eyes trained on Dean's green ones. Dean liked it. It made him feel like Castiel actually wanted to hear what he had to say. "And he asked for a medium iced tea in a large cup. I asked him 'Wait so you want a medium tea in a large cup? With space at the top?' He looks at me, real embarrassed, and says, 'Yeah, I bounce when I walk.'"
Castiel laughed along with Dean. It wasn't the funniest story, but Castiel laughed like it was one of the best jokes he'd heard. "Your job must see many interesting people." Castiel observed.
Dean was starting to get used to the fuzziness that settled around him every time he was with Castiel. "I guess it's one of the reasons I love my job. That, and the free coffee." He winked at Castiel roguishly.
The other man smiled. When they were done eating, they got into Dean's beloved Impala and Dean started up his car, grinning at Castiel. "Next stop, Hawk Hill."
Dean stopped en route to Hawk Hill, pulling off at Battery Spencer. The sun had already set as they made their way to Hendrik Point. The place was completely deserted and as they converged upon Hendrik Point, Dean heard a sharp intake of breath from Castiel. From where they were standing, they had a brilliant view of the Golden Gate Bridge at night. Lights lit up the entire length of it as cars traversed its length. "It's beautiful." Castiel breathed.
"Sure is, Cas." Dean said, softly, looking out at the panorama.
Castiel looked at him. "Cas?"
Dean cleared his throat, eyes fixed on the bridge. "Yeah, I thought it would be a good nickname for you." Glancing over at his friend, he was relieved to find there was a slightly awed but joyful smile gracing his features. It made Castiel look younger, and sweetly vulnerable. Forcing himself to look away, Dean tried valiantly to quell the urge in him to slip an arm around Castiel's waist and kiss him. Hell he'd only fooled around with guys in college and that was four years ago. After another hour of casual chit-chat, Dean drove Castiel back to Gabriel's apartment, where he was staying. For a moment, Castiel just sat there, as if he was reluctant to leave.
"Thank you for the meal, Dean."
"It was my pleasure, Cas. You're good company." Dean leaned over and instead of kissing the man, like he'd wanted to, he gripped his shoulder. "I had a good time."
"As did I." Castiel smiled at him, then got out of the car, giving a final wave to Dean as he pulled away from the curb.
Dean, the pussy that he was deep down, drove home and crawled into bed alone, sending off a text to Castiel. 'Had an awesome time. Should do this again soon.'
He had settled down into bed when a reply came. 'I would love to, Dean.'
Dean's heart soared, and grinning into his pillow, switched off his phone, and tried to calm himself down enough to sleep.
Sam really didn't know where to go. He drove around for close to four hours before it occurred to him that he needed to eat something and get some rest. It was already close to 9PM. It didn't register with him that it was a Thursday and Dean wouldn't be at Cup-A-Cabana, so when he stumbled in dazed and disoriented, it was Gabriel that greeted him.
"Heya, Sammy boy!"
Sam groaned and flopped down on one of the chairs, head in his hands. The place was empty save for a few random people sitting at various corners of the restaurant. A couple minutes later, Gabriel's hand was on his shoulder. Looking up, Sam realized Gabriel was staring down at him concerned, with a large cup of steaming hot cocoa, which he handed to Sam.
"You looked like you needed this." Sam took it gratefully, inhaling the sweetness of it.
"Thanks Gabriel."
"Anytime kiddo." Gabriel went off to tend to other customers and Sam nursed his hot chocolate for an hour, before Gabriel whirled past his table with a loaded tray, dropping a plate of chocolate fudge cake at his table as he went by. Sam dug in fervently, loving every bite of the deliciously thick and sinful confection. Before long, it was closing time, and the café was once more, blessedly empty. Sam knew exactly what he needed and when Gabriel pulled off his apron after cleaning up, he walked up to the shorter man and wrapped his arms around him. Sam let his head rest on Gabriel's shoulder, too hazy to realize how frozen Gabriel had become. A long moment passed before Gabriel's arms came up to rub Sam's back comfortingly, and Sam sighed into Gabriel's honey coloured hair.
"Something you wanna talk about, kiddo?" Gabriel asked Sam. He sounded kind and wonderfully attentive to Sam, and he rubbed his cheek against the soft material of Gabriel's shirt.
"He was cheating." Sam mumbled. "The whole damn time."
Gabriel pulled him closer. "Shhh. C'mon, let's get you home. You're way too exhausted to drive."
"I can drive."
"Right." Gabriel scoffed.
Sam made a disgruntled noise into Gabriel's shoulder, realizing they were still hugging, but doing nothing to separate himself. Gabriel sighed. "Okay, how bout I follow you home in my car, and once we get you settled in, we can talk?"
"Sounds good."
"C'mon, Sammy." They walked out, and like Gabriel promised, he saw Sam home, and getting out of their respective cars, walked up to Sam's apartment together. The place was old, but tastefully though rather sparsefully decorated as far as Gabriel was concerned. It was more for function than real comfort. Sam sat down on the long white couch and Gabriel joined him.
"What happened, Sam?"
"I caught him cheating in his office." Sam began with a shudder. "With a student."
Gabriel winced and reached over to console the other man. He wasn't expecting the taller man to slide effortlessly into Gabriel's arms. Gabriel gulped at the strange tug at his heart and tightened his arms around Sam. "Don't leave me alone Gabe." Sam pleaded, his voice muffled.
"Of course I won't Sam."
"Thank you." Sam slipped his arms around Gabriel and wriggled closer, grateful for the physical comfort.
Gabriel pressed his lips to Sam's forehead, stroking his too-long brown hair back from his brow. Sam sighed and Gabriel suppressed a moan at the way Sam's lips trailed from his jaw to the base of his neck.
"Sam." Gabriel began but Sam kissed him then, rendering all conversation obsolete.
"Gabe." Sam gasped between kisses as he threaded his fingers in the other man's hair.
"Sam….oh!" Gabriel choked as Sam palmed his erection through his pants. Gabriel pushed Sam back and climbed on top of him, pulling off his shirt. Sam ran his hands over the other man's chest and flicked his tongue over one nipple, eliciting a curse from Gabriel. Closing his mouth around one nipple, Sam licked and sucked, the velvet torture of his tongue driving Gabriel insane with need. Gabriel shucked off Sam's shirt, and licked a flaming trail from Sam's muscled abdomen up to his nipples and bit lightly at his collarbone. Sam's breath came out in a choking sob, and Gabriel kissed him, swallowing the sounds his lover made.
In a frenzy, they tore the rest of the clothes off each other. Gabriel kissed down Sam's stomach, fist curled around his cock, thumb swiping over the head. Sam arched his back with a cry, pumping into Gabriel's hand. Finally, Gabriel took Sam's length in his mouth, one hand around the base, another hand massaging his balls, and rubbing his perineum. Sucking hard on the head, Gabriel inserted a finger into Sam, twisting lightly.
"Ah! Gabe…again, yes! Ah!" Sam thrust upwards into Gabriel's mouth, quivering as pleasure shot up his spine again and again. Oh it had been so long since he'd been made love to properly and it felt amazing. Gabriel's mouth around his dick was the best feeling in the world, and he was so close, so close now…
"I'm gonnna, Gabe, I'm-ah! Oh, god, Gabe ahhhh…" Sam came into the other man's mouth with erratic thrusts. Sam didn't know what was hotter, the moan that Gabriel gave when he swallowed Sam's come or the way he pulled off, licking a speck of white come from the corner of his mouth giving Sam a wolfish grin.
Sam reached down and kissed Gabriel, his tongue roaming the underside of Gabriel's lips, exploring the nectar of his mouth. Reaching between them, he began to jerk Gabriel off with slow practiced strokes, letting the other man gasp and moan into his mouth, only breaking their kisses for a short breath of air.
"Sam, jesus!" Gabriel pulled away, arching and thrusting into Sam's fist. It was only moments before Gabriel came hard all over Sam's hand. "Damn, kid." Gabriel looked at him with wonder.
Sam kissed Gabriel deeply and laughed. "How about another round in the bedroom?"
"Holy shit, yes." Gabriel followed him inside, shutting the door behind him.
Sam's eyes opened to sunlight and an empty bed. Sitting up, he blinked the sleep away from his eyes. "Gabe?"
Silence. Sam's hands fisted into the sheets. He should've known this would happen. He should've known.
Instead of rage, all that filled Sam was a stabbing, bitter loneliness.