So here are the results so far.
GabrielxSam: 6
BalthazarxSam: 5
Fallen4Cas, I'll just withhold your vote from the number until we see what's going to happen.
And in a surprising turn of events…
BalthazarxGabriel: 1
Hmm, does the author's opinion count? Haha, if it does, we'll be tied up at 6:6... well, 6:6:1
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And by the way, I honestly didn't plan the ending. My pen was taken and the character in question ran away with it.
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"Dean- Dean," Castiel said between kisses and trying halfheartedly to push Dean backwards. "I- ah- didn't mean… here!" Dean stopped and Castiel took the opportunity to breathe regularly. Dean's hands were on either side of his head and Dean wasn't quite sure where to look so he was looking downwards. Castiel stared at the ceiling, wondering how he had managed to mess this one up.
"Dean-" Castiel said.
"Yeah, no, it's fine," Dean said. "I guess public sex isn't your thing." Dean took a step back and put his hands into his pockets, trying to look casual. "Another time, then?" Castiel nodded and then watched as Dean took two steps away but then he grabbed Dean's forearm and turned him around, kissing him hard on the mouth.
"Definitely later," Castiel whispered, slipping his card into Dean's pocket. Dean smirked and then followed Castiel out of the bathroom. They glanced at each other, reluctantly going back to their respective parties.
"Now come on, Sam. We'd obviously have good chemistry. I'm hot, you're hot. How can you resist?" Balthazar asked.
"Are you always this forward?" Sam asked, not really knowing what to do with the blonde.
"Just with the ones I like," Balthazar smiled. "Can I get you another drink?"
"Actually, he said I could buy it, Balthazar,"
"Gabriel," Balthazar frowned. "What are you doing here?"
"I had a coupon," Gabriel smirked. "What're you doing here?"
"I also had a coupon," Balthazar said.
"Well Sammy and I have a standing appointment," Gabriel said. "It has to do with me not getting thrown into the big house, you know? That's kind of important so can you leave us to talk?" Balthazar huffed and walked away, going back to Jimmy.
"He's my cousin's best friend," Gabriel said in explanation. "You just got to know how to handle him."
"Cas, right?" Sam said.
"How do you know Cas?" Gabriel asked.
"Oh, he took me home when I spent the night at Jimmy and Amelia's," Sam said, blushing when he realized how that sounded. Gabriel raised an eyebrow and smirked, turning his attention towards Jo.
"Hey, sweetheart, get me a strawberry daiquiri and another of whatever he's having, yeah?" Gabriel asked.
"Where have you been?" Balthazar asked.
"The bathroom," Castiel said. "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with him?"
"He got shot down by Gabriel's lawyer by Gabriel from what I've been able to figure out," Jimmy shrugged. Balthazar glared at Jimmy and reached to shove him weakly. Jimmy rolled his eyes and shoved Balthazar back and then he looked at his twin. "What were you doing in the bathroom? Masturbating?" Balthazar looked up and a smirk slipped onto his face as Castiel flushed.
"I was not masturbating," Castiel grumbled, sitting on the chair.
"No, but you were certainly doing something. That's not your usual bed hair," Balthazar said.
"Weren't you depressed three seconds ago?" Castiel growled.
"Ooh, Cassie boy was getting his freak on in the bathroom," Balthazar smirked. "What?"
"I never want to hear you say the word 'freak' again," Jimmy said.
"I don't want to hear either of you say that word again," Castiel said.
"So who were you getting down and dirty with in the bathroom?" Balthazar asked, waggling his eyebrows and leaning forward. Jimmy even looked interested and leaned forward slightly but he was torn between being a brother and getting the dirt.
"No dirty details," Jimmy said, making a compromise within himself.
"No dirty details? What's wrong with you? Dish, Cas and make sure not to leave out any dirty details," Balthazar objected. "Oh, and if you have any pictures, those would be great." Castiel looked away and he accidentally found Dean across the bar, talking to the bartender and sitting on Gabriel's right while Sam was on Gabriel's left.
Balthazar craned his neck to see what Castiel was looking at. He fell forward, the alcohol he'd consumed getting to him and he fell into Castiel. Castiel was pushed forward and the chair fell backwards, giving out on the two and causing a scene. Jimmy sighed, wondering if there was some way he could pretend he wasn't with the two as the clatter brought everyone's attention to them.
"I'm drunk!" Balthazar announced with a grin, reaching and feeling blindly for his cup on the table. "And I would like the rest of my twelve rounds."
"He's drunk," Castiel deadpanned, standing up and letting Balthazar fall to a heap on the floor. He risked a glance at Dean and realized that the man was flat out staring at him like he had two heads.
Or in this case, a twin.
"Alright, I've had enough," Balthazar muttered, getting to his feet. The people in the bar's attention had mostly gone back to whatever it was they had been doing. "Come on, Cas. I need a wingman."
"Why me?" Castiel frowned.
"Because I don't like Jimmy right now. He's looking far too smug," Balthazar huffed.
"That makes no sense," Castiel said.
"You make a better wingman," Balthazar said.
"You spend three quarters of our time together calling me socially inept," Castiel said.
"I resent that!" Balthazar said and then amended. "A quarter of it, but if I don't make you aware of your flaws then who will? Come on." He grabbed Castiel by the wrist and dragged him over to the bar, clearly headed in Sam's direction. When they got there, Balthazar shoved Castiel into Dean (who barely managed to catch him and hold him against his chest to keep him from falling) and grabbed a hold of Sam's shirt, kissing him hard on the lips.
"He's drunk," Castiel said in explanation as Dean looked thoroughly confused and like he wanted wasn't sure whether to kill Balthazar or not.