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"You don't look like coffee's been spilled on you," Jimmy said.
"I stopped home and changed," Castiel said.
"What have I told you about letting Claire sit on your lap while doing the show?" Jimmy asked, taking his daughter from her uncle.
"Nothing," Castiel said.
"Ah, remind me to rectify that incase Amelia hears that our two year old was sitting on your lap while you were spouting nonsense about aliens-"
"Robot head!"
"-aliens, robot heads, whatever- and people call child protective services," Jimmy said. "How was the princess today?"
"Princess Claire was a delight. We ate cake, I used her to pick up a few woman-"
"I'd totally believe that if you weren't gay,"
"No you wouldn't,"
"No, I wouldn't," Jimmy agreed. "Are you coming over for dinner tonight?"
"No, I don't think so," Castiel said.
"You sure? Amelia's making pot roast," Jimmy said. Castiel groaned.
"Da-ng it," Castiel said, changing his curse when he saw his twin's look. Jimmy had established a no-cussing-around-the-baby rule when he had found out Claire was in Amelia's womb. "Save me some. I promised Balthazar I'd pick up men with him." Jimmy chuckled and rolled his eyes, shifting Claire into one arm so that he could pat his twin on the shoulder.
"Good luck with that," Jimmy chuckled. "Why don't you just go out with him? You two have known each other long enough and sometimes I think he knows you almost as well as I do." Castiel snorted and pressed a kiss to his niece's and twin's foreheads.
"Going out with Balthazar would be like dating a gigolo," Castiel said. "No thanks."
"Suit yourself," Jimmy said with a shrug.
"Cassie, sweetheart! Are you ready to go? And oh, look, Jimmy and Claire are here! Hello, little princess," Balthazar said, plucking the two year old out of her father's arms, much to her delight. Castiel and Jimmy both rolled their eyes but didn't bother trying to hide the smiles. Balthazar was surprisingly good with children. "Well, my sweet, are you ready to go get your delectable hole pounded into-"
"Balthazar!" both twins protested as Balthazar gave Jimmy's daughter back to him.
"What? I didn't cuss!" Balthazar said innocently. "Jimmy, dearest, why don't you come with us and make this a three-"
"Get him away from me," Jimmy said, paling drastically. Castiel rolled his eyes and grabbed his trench coat, giving Jimmy a smirk that couldn't say anything other than, "you wanted this to be your brother in law?" Jimmy made sure his daughter wasn't looking when he flipped his brother off. His phone began ringing and he answered it.
"Hello?" Jimmy answered.
"Jimmy? It's Sam. Sam Winchester,"
"Hey, Sam. What's going on?" Jimmy asked.
"Can you get a hold of your cousin? There's been a change in the case," Sam said. "I'm sorry, I know it's late but-"
"Gabriel is, uh, still busy," Jimmy winced, "Look, Sam, my wife's making pot roast and my brother just backed out on the dinner invitation. Why don't you come over for dinner and we'll talk over food?"
"I don't want to intrude…" Sam said reluctantly.
"You won't be intruding. My wife, daughter, and I would be happy to have you as a guest," Jimmy said.
"If you're sure…" Sam said.
"Yes, I'm sure. Amelia makes a mean pot roast. Now do you need directions or are you somewhere I can pick you up?" Jimmy asked.
"I thought you were the one trying to get a date," Castiel said, annoyed, taking the first swig of his second beer.
"Cassie, when's the last time you've gotten laid?" Balthazar asked. Castiel's cheeks reddened.
"I-that's-"
"You always were a horrible liar, sweetheart," Balthazar said fondly, ruffling Castiel's hair. Castiel swatted Balthazar's hand away with a frown.
"You're no better, sweetheart," Castiel spat. "I missed Amelia's pot roast for this?"
"Amelia is cooking pot roast? Why didn't you say something?" Balthazar demanded.
"Because you made it sound like it'd be the end of the world if you didn't get laid," Castiel huffed.
"Oh, yes, that's right. Tell you what, we go eat Amelia's pot roast and then we do each other?" Balthazar asked, leaning closer to Castiel.
"I can never tell if you're joking or not," Castiel rolled his eyes, carefully avoiding his best friend's eyes. Balthazar was leaning closer to Castiel and then the door to the bar slammed behind them. Castiel jumped and Balthazar pulled back and turned to see what Castiel was staring at with wide, doe eyes.
"Well now, isn't he tasty looking?" Balthazar asked, licking his lips.
"You are not a cannibal," Castiel blinked and Balthazar rolled his eyes.
"The things I do for you," Balthazar sighed, shaking his head.
"Well after you pulled that disappearing act on me for seven months, I deserve to get favors from you," Castiel said. Balthazar smirked and stood up.
"Look pathetic, sweetheart. I'm going to bring your lover boy over here after he gets another drink," Balthazar said.
"He hasn't even had his first drink," Castiel deadpanned.
"No, but he will. Bartender, get me two shots of something strong," Balthazar smirked.
"You're trying to get him to throw up on me," Castiel said.
"No, I'm trying to get him so muddled he'll do you," Balthazar corrected.
"Your confidence in my abilities is astounding," Castiel said.
"I'm sorry, I got laid yesterday and you got laid… when?" Balthazar asked. "I'll send your boy over to you in a few minutes." Balthazar took the shots and sauntered over to the man Castiel had his eye on. Castiel chuckled as Balthazar worked his magic, shaking his head when the man looked as if he had no idea what to do with Balthazar- most people who first met the man didn't. He didn't notice when another man approached him.
"I'm Gordon and you are?" the man smiled.
"Not interested, sorry," Castiel said.
"Come on, now. Don't be like that," Gordon said.
"Hey, sweetheart, miss me?" It sounded like a line Balthazar would've said but that wasn't Balthazar familiar accent- the voice was still familiar, but it wasn't Balthazar's. Castiel looked up to see the man he'd had his eye on up close and found his lips pressed to his. "Sorry I'm late, I lost track of time with that Toyota I'm working on. Who's your friend? I'm Dean." Dean held his hand out expectantly towards Gordon.