Chapter 3
Date Night

If you had told Dean 10years ago that one day his Friday night plans would involve introducing a clueless Angel to the best that cinema could offer he would have told you that you were ten pounds of crazy in a five pound bag, and when a Winchester calls you crazy he really means that crap. After all the Winchesters do specialize in all kinds of crazy, its their bread and butter, but this way insane on a whole new level even for Dean.

After polishing off the last of Cas' stellar Spaghetti Bolognese - which Dean had to admit was the best meal he had eaten in a long time - they had made their way over to the couch and Dean had pulled out the nights entertainment. The Angel staring wide eyed in wonder at the screen and absentmindedly popping popcorn into his mouth from the bowl in Deans lap.

Had it been left up to Castiel the poor guy would still be watching crappy low budget TY dramas and not getting any of Deans references, and Dean just was not about to let that happen. He had taken it upon himself as a personal mission to educate Castiel in all things Human, and apparently that meant Friday Nights were now…Movie Night! Currently Cas was poised on the edge of his seat, completely absorbed in The Godfather with his mouth hanging open. Dean was barely paying attention to the movie, having seen it so many times before now, and was far more interested in watching Cas' reaction to all the little things. He smiled at all the right bits, laughed and gasped right along with the plot and Dean couldn't have been happier…that was until at a particularly shocking moment Cas jumped and his hand shot out to grab Deans.

The shocked silence of the moment dragged on and on and Dean watched as Cas went tense and his eyes darted sideways towards their joined hands…But he didn't pull away. Dean fixed his eyes on the TV and waited, but Cas didn't move his hand only loosened his grip a little. It was a clear invitation to Dean that he could pull away now and nothing would come of it but somehow that didn't seem right. Deans heart was hammering in his chest, and he closed his eyes and gulped loudly as he closed his hand around Cas' and gripped it tight.

It was impossible to miss the large grin that passed over Cas' face that had absolutely nothing to do with the movie - unless of course Cas happened to find death and gore amusing, which Dean doubted very much. He grew a little bolder from that look and reclined backwards on the sofa, tugging Cas back with him. The Hunter and Angel relaxed down in front of the movie, side by side with their hands entwined and neither said anymore about it.

While all of this was going on back at the Bunker, an oblivious Sam and Gabriel were three sheets to the wind and staggering arm in arm down the main street of some city in…

"Hey Gabe…where the hell are we exactly?" Sam slurred and Gabriel stopped dead, forcing the young Hunter to a stop as he looked around confused for a moment.

"I think its Tokyo…Doesn't it look like Tokyo?" Gabe asked and Sam stared at him with a slack jaw.

"You're asking me?! Damn it, Gabe, you're the Angel around here…" Sam yelled and waved his arms around, attracting the attention of passers-by. Gabriel gave him a grin and threw his arms around Sam's waist.

"Aww, I like you to Sammy…You're MY Angel…My big squishy Angel!" Gabe mumbled as he buried his face into Sam's belly and the Sam began to squirm and laugh, pushing at Gabe to make him stop.

"Gabe…please, that really…Stop it you weirdo!" Sam yelped and Gabe grinned up at him evilly.

"Oh Sammich…is someone ticklish?" Gabe said as he poised his fingertips over Sam's side, ready to strike but Sam grabbed him by the wrist.

"Don't you dare, Gabriel, not now!" Sam squeaked and the Archangel pulled his hand away, still grinning.

"Alright Sammy, you win…not now…but I'll get you eventually." Gabe said with a wink and Sam shuddered, believing every word. He would have to watch his back for the next…decade. Gabriel was nothing if not patient and would happily wait as long as it took for Sam to let his guard down. For a moment Sam contemplated letting Gabe do what he wanted now, just giving up and getting it over with fast, but that was just the alcohol talking and he thought - or at least he hoped - that the Archangel would forget about the whole thing by morning. He still hadn't even mentioned the incident from two weeks ago, and Sam had been sure that his goose was cooked on that one.

"Oh oh oh, Sammy look!" Gabriel shouted and began bouncing on his toes and pointing towards yet another bar on this main road, only this one had some kind of neon musical notes over the front door. It took Sam several minutes to work out what kind of bar it was and by that time it was far too late and Gabe was already dragging him through the door and towards a corner booth.

"No. No no no a thousand times NO, Gabe!" Sam said, trying desperately to pull himself away but it was no use, the Angel had a tight grip on him and he wasn't letting go this time.

"Oh come on, Sammy-Bo, pwetty pwease! I'll be your very best friend in the whole wide world pweaasssee!" Gabriel cried and begged, going as far as getting on his knees and clutching at Sam's jeans. The Hunter gulped and pulled at Gabe, trying to get the idiot up off his knees before they go into trouble but it was too late. A stuffy looking man in a black penguin suit came marching up to the pair with his nose in the air.

"Hem Hem! Excuse me, Gentlemen, but I think you will find that this is not -that- kind of club. I am going to have to ask you to calm down or leave immediately." The man said stiffly and Sam guessed right away that this was no head waiter or any of that crap, no this guy was definitely in charge around here. Sam couldn't help but hang his head, big tough Hunter or not he wasn't like Dean and he felt easily out of place around these types of places - unlike Dean he was acutely aware that he didn't belong here and never would and it made him uncomfortable. Gabriel noticed the unease on Sam's face and he went from carefree and drunk to passed off in 0.3 seconds, rounding on the stuffed shirt manager like a pit-bull off its leash. The man at least had the good sense to look a little afraid at the sudden change in the smaller but no less intimidating man before him.

"Now you listen up, you stuck up dick…I don't give a crap what kind of hoity-toity school for the spawn rich assholes that you flunked out of to end up in a place like this instead of yakking it up with the rest of the drones, but if you ever speak to me or mine like that again and I will take every dollar this place makes in a week and feed them to you one right after the other, you got it Ape?" Gabriel growled at the man and Sam had to grab a hold of his arm and pull him back as he backed the man up against some other couples table. The whole bar was listening in by this point and slowly the sound of clapping echoed down from the back, growing louder as more and more people joined in the applause. The manager grew red in the face and Sam wasn't sure if it was from anger or embarrassment but he would hazard a guess at both, and he stormed off into the back without a second glance at the pair. Sam was still clutching at Gabriel's arm and he looked around at the bartender who was grinning like a kid at Christmas.

"I am so sorry about that, it's a blood sugar thing…he'll be so much better when we get something overpriced and sweet into him…"

"Now now, Sammy, you don't cost me -that- much money…" Gabriel joked and Sam kicked him in the shin as they made their way to their seats again, and the bartender brought their drinks to them personally with a smile.

"No charge, guys…that dick has had it coming for longer than I've worked here." He said as he placed two insanely bright and frilly drinks in front of the two men. "You lovebirds don't pay tonight…" And before Sam could protest the man and wandered away. He exchanged a look with Gabriel and both began to laugh - well as far as dates go, he could do a lot worse.

Several hours later the terrible twosome stumbled through the front door of the Bunker, crashing into the wall as they went. Gabriel was using what remained of his strength to keep Sammy on his feet while the Hunter swayed on his feet and waved his arms in the air to some unknown rhythm.

"Copa! COPA CABANNA!" Sam sang along and Gabe had to slap a hand over his mouth.

"Shhhh, shurrup Sam! You want Dean to hear us?!" Gabriel snapped, not totally comfortable with being the voice of reason for once. Sammy put his hand over his mouth and giggled, shushing himself playfully. Gabriel dragged the drunken idiot along and just as they were passing by the main room on route to the bedroom…Gabriel dropped Sam to the floor with a dead thunk…

He couldn't believe what he was seeing…