Author's Note: Still on the path of revisions. Working as fast as I can 3-7-2018
GQ's Man of the Year
"So, what do you think Samsquatch? Think you're ready to meet the rest of my siblings?" Gabriel was leaning on the diner smiling as innocently as he could at his fiancé. "They're just fantastic!" His voice dripped with sarcasm.
Sam sipped his coffee in his special moose mug that Gabriel insisted he use each time he was in the diner. He gave Gabriel a piercing look. "Come on, Gabe. You know that I'm nervous."
The diner owner stood up straight. "Don't worry about it Sammy, they'll love you."
Sam groaned and laid the side of his face on the counter. "How many siblings do you have again?" He muttered against the cold surface.
Gabriel tilted his head wondering how many times they were going to have to go through this. "Five brothers." Sam groaned again. "They're all harmless." He crinkled his nose thoughtfully. "Well… mostly." His fiancé looked up at him pathetically, the diner door ringing in the background. "Besides, no one is scarier than your brother." He bent down and kissed Sam's cheek.
"Aw come on guys! That's disgusting!"
Sam swiveled around on his stool and Gabriel looked up. "Dean-O! Long time no see!"
"Dean!"
The younger Winchester leapt off the stool and rushed into his brother halfway enveloping him in a bone crushing hug. Dean patted his younger brother's back lightly. "Alright, alright Sammy. Enough with the chick flick moment."
Sam pulled away and smiled bashfully. "I'm sorry. I'm just excited! You weren't supposed to come in until tomorrow! What changed?" He eagerly ushered Dean into a stool and sat down at the one beside it.
He shrugged. "I wanted to surprise you!"
Gabriel smiled at him. "Well we are definitely surprised! Can I get you anything?"
Dean raised an eyebrow. "You got any pie?"
The diner owner chortled. "Actually, that's the one thing on the menu I don't have."
Dean's mouth dropped. "What. No pie?!" He looked at Sammy disbelievingly.
Gabriel shook his head slowly. "Nope. I'm actually really terrible at making pie." He winked. "It's my only food weakness."
The older Winchester shook his head. "Unbelievable. Just get me a coffee and your biggest breakfast!" He waved his hand shooing him away. Gabriel rolled his eyes and obliged heading into the kitchen. Dean looked over at Sam. "No pie, Sam? Really?" He growled. "Didn't he graduate from a super fancy culinary school?"
Sam chuckled. "Yeah, he did, but he really hates making pie. Says he can't make it like his brother can." He shrugged and beamed at his older brother. "Dean, I can't believe you're here!"
Dean rolled his eyes. "I can't believe you're getting married. Especially to that tiny guy back there." He gestured to the kitchen. Sam opened his mouth to protest and he stopped him. "I know, I know. You love him." He scrunched up his nose in mock disgust. "So, you met the in laws yet? I know you were nervous about it."
Sam rubbed his face in his hands before speaking. "Not all of them. I know Michael, he works at Archangel Law Firm with me." Sam took a drink of his forgotten coffee. "He's got a wife, Anna, she's our wedding planner and two kids, Uriel and Emanuel. He's one of the twins."
Dean furrowed his eyebrows doing his best to try and remember this. "And the other twin is…?" He trailed.
"Lucifer."
The older Winchester shook his head as Gabriel returned with a cup of coffee. "I can't believe your parents named their kid Lucifer." He glanced up at the diner owner. He took out three sugars and four creamers and dumped them all in his mug.
Gabriel shrugged. "We all are. Our parents were big on religion when we were young." He rolled his eyes.
Dean raised an eyebrow. "If your parents are so religious, how do they feel about you marrying a man?"
"Dean!" Sam chided.
Gabriel held a hand up to Sam. "It's fine. It's a valid question Moose." An employee appeared setting a plate full of food down in front of Dean. "Well, our mom died when Cassie and I were still in Highschool and dad's pretty much married to his work now." He shrugged. "Plus, Lucifer, Raphael and Michael all married women so at this point I don't think it matters to him anymore."
Dean shrugged taking his first bite into bacon. He moaned. "Augh, Gabe. This is amazing."
Gabriel wiggled his eyes suggestively. "So interesting hearing that out of your mouth. 'So used to hearing it out of Sammy's-,"
"Gabe!" Sam hushed him turning scarlet.
"Come on man! Don't make me lose my appetite."
The diner door jingled again, and Gabe looked up excitedly. "Oh Anna!" He pulled his apron off. "Come on, Sam. She needs us to pick a venue and a date."
"Aye!" Dean called at them with a mouthful of food. "What am I supposed to do while you guys do boring wedding stuff?!"
Gabe reached underneath the counter and tossed a GQ magazine in front of Dean. "There. Read. It'll take like thirty minutes."
Sam gave him an apologetic look before following excitedly behind his fiancé. Dean rolled his eyes shoveling up a fork full of scrambled eggs. He looked down at the cover. GQ was plastered on the back with big bold blue letters. A man in a light gray suit with a white dress shirt and a navy blue tie smoldered up at him. Dean couldn't help but notice the black disheveled hair, the stubble that glittered across his strong jawline and around his pale chapped lips… but what got him the most were those piercing blue eyes. Dean dropped his fork, feeling his heart flutter. It was like they were reaching out of the cover and straight into his soul. He shuddered and instead turned his attention to the headline.
Man of the Year: Castiel Novak
An interview with the world's most eligible billionaire bachelor, 25-year-old Castiel Novak.
Problem Solver. Go Getter. Risk Taker. Relentless.
How to get fit and stay sharp.
The best jackets to buy this fall.
10 ways to get a better shave.
Castiel Novak… Dean pulled his gaze away and back to his breakfast. Whoever he was, Dean definitely didn't think he had the most incredible blue eyes he'd ever seen.
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Dean had been back in Lawrence Kansas for nearly two weeks. Sammy's old apartment, although small, was much bigger than the motels he was used to staying at. It was a single bedroom and bathroom apartment, with high ceilings, a big living room, a small dining area, and a tight kitchen. The floors were a dark hardwood and the countertops in both the kitchen and the bathroom were some type of granite and the rent was cheap, so Dean really couldn't complain.
Sam had handed him the keys reassuring him, "You only share one wall with a neighbor and underneath you is a single car garage." Privacy meant a lot to Dean, so he was grateful that he only had one neighbor to deal with – which turned out to be Benny, the owner of club Purgatory.
He had met the three oldest of Gabriel's brothers. Raphael (the oldest at 38), he learned was married to a woman named Naomi, was visiting to help start up the big corporation in Kansas City. Michael and Lucifer (34 years old), were twins, both lawyers, both married and both had kids. Michael worked at the Archangel Law Firm with Sam in Kansas City and Lucifer worked in their New York branch.
So, three weeks into living in Kansas, Dean had gotten into a routine. Three times a week he went to Angel's Landing, Gabriel's diner to have breakfast with his brother and soon to be brother-in-law. It was a Friday morning September 12th (exactly 8 months before the wedding) at 7:30AM when it happened.
Gabriel had slid Dean his coffee like always and followed up with a piece of pecan pie on a small plate. Dean's head snapped up. "What's this?"
His future brother in law wiggled his eyebrows excitedly. "Look alive, Dean-O! That is about to be the best piece of pie you've ever had in your life."
The mechanic raised his eyebrow skeptically. "Is it now? I thought you didn't make pie?"
Before Gabriel could respond, the kitchen door swung open. A medium sized man with blonde hair, a black V neck, and ripped jeans sauntered out holding a small plate with his own piece of pie. "That's because Gabriel didn't make it." His voice held a thick English accent. "Cassie dearest, did." He took a bite and hummed thoughtfully. He placed his slice on the counter top and dusted his hands off his jeans holding out a hand to Dean. "Balthazar. Gabe's older brother."
The older Winchester shook his hand. "Dean."
Balthazar turned over to Sam. "Sammy love, it's wonderful to see you again."
Sam smiled with his own piece of pie. "It's good to see you too Balthazar." He took a bite and gestured to the English man with his fork. "Balthazar here owns Heaven's Door Records."
Dean swallowed his bite of pie. "No kidding, huh? Are you the one who signed Perdition?"
Balthazar held his hands up, one with a fork the other with his small plate, "The one and only." He answered triumphantly.
Dean shoveled another piece of pie in his mouth. "Augh. Jesus, Gabe. I might need to marry this pie."
Gabriel chuckled. "Just marry Cassie." He teased. He looked over at Balthazar. "Where is our dearest youngest brother?"
Balthazar smiled mischievously. "If I had to venture a guess, I would say he's at the office."
Gabriel raised an eyebrow skeptically and glanced down at his watch. "When did he make this? It's only like 8AM…"
Balthazar let out a maniacal laugh. "It's a long story."