Author's Note: Revisions have been made 3-12-2018

Pies & Vintage Cars

It was 8AM on the first Monday morning of October and Dean found himself sitting at Angel's Landing as usual. The auto repair shop had been slow, so Bobby agreed to letting him come in a little later than usual today. He was sipping his coffee waiting for his usual breakfast platter when Sam cleared his throat tentatively beside him. Dean set his mug down and faced his brother. "Sammy?" He offered.

Sam bit his lip hesitantly. "You're coming to dinner still, Friday right?"

Dean chuckled. "Of course, I am!" Becky, one of Gabriel's waitresses set Dean's usual in front of him. Sam fidgeted uncomfortably and gave her a light thank you when she set down his egg whites and toast. Dean shoved a piece of bacon in his mouth. "Sammy, what's going on? Why are you so nervous?"

His little brother gave him a pleading look that Dean was all too familiar with – his 'please Dean can I stay up just a little bit later' puppy dog eyes. "It's just-Gabriel's family is… different. And I just don't want to make you uncomfortable or make them uncomfortable- and well Dean you're the only family I got, besides Bobby… and I just don't want-"

Dean swallowed his bite of food and reached out grasping his brother's shoulder firmly. "Sammy. It's fine. I'll be on my best behavior I promise."

Sam poked at his eggs. "Well, it's not just you I'm worried about. There's some stuff I haven't told you about Gabe's family…"

Before Dean could question anything, else Gabriel sauntered into the dining area from the kitchen. His brows were furrowed, and he shot an angry glare at the room he had left. Sam reached out and lightly grasped Gabriel's wrist. "Hey Gabe, everything okay?"

The shorter man gave the kitchen one last glare and turned his hard look to Sam. "They changed the locks on me!"

Sam retreated his hand. "What?"

"Cassie and Balthazar changed the locks to my old flat!"

Sam relaxed and let out a light chuckle. "What did you expect? They probably didn't want you barging in all the time!" He took a bite of his egg whites and beamed up at his trickster fiancée.

Gabriel pouted. "Still. Gift them with a place to live and what do I get in return?" He threw a hand over his chest dramatically. "Kicked out." He sighed. "I gave them a beautiful flat too…" He reminisced. Above the diner was a large two bedroom flat with a single bathroom complete with a kitchen. Gabriel had taken the time to add all new appliances, update the floors and the countertops as well as add in a nice balcony attached to the master bedroom that overlooked the plains of Kansas. It was an incredible site in the early morning and Gabe was thankful the beautiful country home that him and Sam had bought had similar views. There were two sets of stairs leading up the flat, the first and most used staircase led straight from the living quarters into the dining area directly behind the main counter, the second and less used set led from the back of the flat to the kitchen.

Sam shot him a reproachful look. "Why are you pouting over an old flat when we have a beautiful country home now?"

Gabriel smiled sweetly. "You're right Samsquatch!" He leaned over the counter and gave him a light kiss. Dean let out a disgusted noise and continued eating his food.

"Hey, speaking of your family, did your brother make pies again?" He asked hopefully.

Gabriel chuckled and opened his mouth to say something when they heard a loud thud above them, a door slam, followed by footsteps rushing down the stairs behind Gabriel. Balthazar was standing at the bottom of the stairs, a wild look in his eyes. It was clear that he had slept in the clothes he had on the night before. His pink button up was halfway undone, a black blazer falling off his right shoulder, his light jeans loose, his hair disheveled in different directions, gel clinging to one side of his head while the other was gone of it all together… He was clutching a giant iphone, a smudge of neon paint smeared across his face and his eyes fell to Gabriel excitedly. "Gabe-y love," He said breathlessly. He could hardly contain the excited giggles spilling out of his mouth. "Gabe-," He rushed to his younger brother's side.

"Balthazar." Gabriel grasped his shoulders stabilizing him. "Calm down. What's going on?" Balthazar broke out into a fit of laughter. "Balth," Gabe looked at him pointedly. "Are you still drunk from last night?"

Balthazar calmed his laughter. "No-," He hesitated briefly. "Well probably just a little bit. It's just-it's Cassie." He laughed again.

Gabriel looked at him skeptically. "Did he" He raised his eyebrows. "Did he go out drinking with you again?" Balthazar nodded enthusiastically. The younger brother looked at him disbelievingly. "What?!" No way!" He threw his hand on his forehead and groaned jealously. "How did you get him to do that? I've been trying to get him hammered for years! I can count on one hand the amount of times Cassie has gotten drunk and you manage to get him twice in one weekend!"

Balthazar giggled clutching onto Gabriel's forearms for support. "But Gabe, Gabe, he got completely and utterly drunk! You know Cassie's one rule when we let him drink?"

Gabe shrugged. "Yeah, don't let him say yes to anything." He held out his hand counting off the different forms of saying 'yes', "Don't let him say yes, don't let him sign anything and don't agree with him." Balthazar nodded encouragingly circling his hand in the air waiting for Gabriel to catch on. "Oh," Realization dawned on the diner owner… and then-, "OH!" He narrowed his eyes at Balthazar. "You didn't?" He gasped.

Balthazar smirked. "I did." He pulled up the sleeve on his blazer and turned his back on the Winchester brothers to obscure their view. He pulled out a manila envelope, reaching inside for a small stack of stapled papers. Dean and Sam sat up straight to try and peer over their shoulders.

"Oh my god."

Balthazar nodded. "Yup, and it's there in writing. And that's his signature."

"No way…" Gabriel gasped.

Balthazar shoved the manila envelope back into his blazer. "That's not even the best part." He gestured for Gabriel to step farther away from the Winchester brothers and held up his phone, again making sure to hide the screen. Music was playing faintly, and Dean was aware that a man was singing… what sounded like a-

Gabriel laughed. "Is that a Katy Perry song? Oh Cassie, even I've never done anything that gay…"

Balthazar laughed as well. "I know!" He declared triumphantly. They watched whatever was on Balthazar's screen for the next three minutes. Dean took this moment to look over at Sam shooting him a questioning look. Sam just shrugged. "And look-look-," Balthazar caught their attention again by reaching into his pant pocket and pulling out a battered folded up napkin. "He did all of them." He pointed to a section of the napkin. "Except that one." He shot Gabriel a smug look. "I did that one!"

He replaced the napkin back into his pocket and the two of them walked closer to the counter. Gabriel grabbed his cup of untouched coffee and handed it to Balthazar. "I don't know how you expect him to react about the contract Balthy." He turned away pouring himself a fresh cup of a coffee from the pot.

Balthazar laughed haughtily and added some extra creamer to his drink. "I think I've got enough blackmail on my phone to make him keep his word." Sam and Dean were staring at the two of them brimming with questions. Before either of them could squeeze a word in Balthazar glanced down at his watch and squealed. "Oh! This is the best part Gabe-y." He rushed behind his brother, grabbed his shoulders, and turned him to face the kitchen door. He hid behind him holding tightly onto his arms.

Gabriel swallowed nervously. "ZarZar you didn't-,"

Balthazar chuckled darkly. "I did. 3…2…1…"

An alarm sounded loudly upstairs and although it was muffled, Dean could only assume it was an alarm clock on full blast. There was a loud thud, the sound of something struggling on the floor for several minutes before the noise subsided. There were heavy footsteps and a loud door slam. The sound of running water could be heard and then stopped abruptly. Everyone in the diner had their necks craned upwards, alert of all the sound. There was another round of heavy footsteps and Dean was suddenly aware that they were growing louder. A door in the back kitchen was thrown open followed by a loud gravelly voice. "Baaalthazaaar!"

Balthazar and Gabriel broke out into a fit of laughter. Gabriel clutched his sides and shot his brother a worried glance. "Aren't you worried about what he might do to you?"

Balthazar shook his head and waved his hand nonchalantly. "He won't come out. I stashed all his jackets and sweatshirts in the freezer in the middle of the night."

"Balthazar! Get in here now!" Dean felt himself shiver slightly at the voice. It was loud, commanding and… intimidating… Dean couldn't help but find it… sexy? He shook his head. "Balthazar!"

Gabriel and Balthazar laughed again. "Cassie Darling, why don't you come out here?" Balthazar cooed.

Dean swore he heard the man in the kitchen growl. "You know very well Balthazar that I can't! Now, Get. In. Here." He demanded.

"No!" Balthazar taunted childishly. Gabriel and he were still clutching tightly to each other laughing wildly.

There was clatter in the kitchen. The two brothers glanced at each other doubtfully, peering cautiously at the kitchen door. Gabriel raised to his tippy toes to try and see through the small window. "Fine!" The voice drawled from the kitchen. "I guess you guys don't really want the pie I made last night…" There was more clatter and Dean's eyes widened.

He growled at Gabriel. "One of you better get your ass in there! I live for that pie!"

Balthazar and Gabriel scrambled over each other and bolted for the kitchen door, it swung dramatically behind them. "Cassie…" Gabriel's voice was pleading. "Cassie dearest little brother, put down the pie." Dean and Sam peered curiously at the door, waiting apprehensively. "Cassie." Gabriel's voice was firmer. "Put. Down. The. Pie."

It was completely silent. Dean was waiting anxiously until Balthazar broke the silence. "Little brother, please can you-," He squealed suddenly and there were several crashes in the kitchen. "Cassie wait-aaaaahhh!"

"No, no no! Cassie please! Don't-ahhhhhh!"

"The pie! Not the pie! We're sor-"

There were more crashes, then the sound of footsteps thundering up the stairs, ending with a door slam. The diner was silent, except the faint music playing in the background. Dean glanced around and noticed everyone gazing expectantly at the kitchen door. He heard the door swing open and he looked back. Balthazar and Gabriel entered the dining area as casually as they could. Each of them was covered in flour. Gabriel had what was clearly maple syrup stuck in his hair and Balthazar had a large smudge of whipped cream across his face. Dean's eyes widened. They were each also covered in apple pie filling. There was a loud squish as a piece of pie crust slid off Balthazar's blazer and onto the floor.

Dean blanched. "The pie?"

Gabriel nodded solemnly. "The pie."

Dean couldn't help himself. He burst into laughter and soon the entire diner followed.

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It was a little after lunch. Dean was by himself in the garage underneath an old Chevy pick-up truck. He smiled to himself. Chevys were something he was familiar with. He was humming lightly to one of his favorite Perdition songs.

Whoa uh oh, Whoa uh oh.
I sold my soul to the open road.
I live my life alone

Dean wiped the sweat from his brow. He had been home for a month and he was getting into the full swing of things. He wasn't surprised to find that most of his part of Kansas hadn't changed. Except of course for the big corporate tower sitting in the center of Kansas City and although that didn't bother Dean, the suits that it brought with it were a bit annoying.

You won't find me in the same spot.
Believe me, I could never stop.
My life's turned upside down.

If he was honest, he was missing being on the road, but he continued to remind himself that this – this was for Sammy. He rolled out from under the car and pushed himself up on his feet wiping his hands off on the closest towel.

Meet me out by the train tracks.
I'm leaving and not coming back.
You're right and I was wrong.
This town will be the downfall of us all.

"Dean!" He looked up and found a very amused Garth standing in the doorway. "You gotta come see this car, man." He chuckled. "And this guy."

Dean raised an eyebrow. Garth was social and found just about everything in the world interesting, but his enthusiasm reminded him a lot of Sammy when he was a kid, so he was always happy to entertain him. "Yeah? What's the deal? Another suit?"

Garth chuckled again. "Something like that." He disappeared behind the door and back to the main offices. Dean tossed his greasy towel on the toolbox, turned off the stereo and followed. There was a guy around the same height as Dean leaning over Bobby's desk. He had one elbow on the desk, his hand supporting his slightly lifeless head. He was wearing a baggy gray hoodie, but his black jeans seemed to hug him in all the right places and Dean felt his stomach turn. The guy at the desk shoved his free hand in his pocket and turned his body slightly. Even though his baggy gray hoodie was pulled up over his head, he still wore a black knitted beanie and a pair of Ray Bans. Dean raised his eyebrows. What kind of douchebag wore sunglasses inside?

Bobby's voice broke him out of his trance. "You didn't catch any of that did ya, ya idjit!"

The guy straightened up at the insult and cleared his throat. "Ah, I'm sorry Mr. Singer." Dean could almost hear the low rumbling voice in his chest. Where had he heard that guy before? He ran a hand over his head, pulling off his hoodie in the process and Dean couldn't help but wonder if the guy was used to running a hand through his hair. "Listen, I'm going to be forward with you. I am absolutely terrible with vehicles." He leaned forward very seriously. "Please, tell me you can fix it."

Bobby gave the man a reproachful glare. "I should confiscate that vehicle from you son." He handed over a clipboard with some paperwork. "Treating a beauty like her with such disrespect." He chided.

The guy looked up from the clipboard. "My car is a male." He answered very seriously.

Bobby raised an eyebrow. "Either way, ya idjit! I'll get it done. I've got a lot of cars ahead of ya. You think you could wait a day?"

The guy nodded. "Yes. Thank you, Mr. Singer."

Bobby waved his hand absentmindedly. "Call me by first name kid."

He ooked up again. "Thank you er…" Dean saw him glance at the name on the form. "Robert."

Bobby threw his hands up in the air and rolled his eyes. When he spotted Dean, he called out to him. "Dean, follow me." He smirked at him. "I've got a special project for ya."

There was a clatter as the clipboard hit the floor. The stranger scrambled to pick it up and pulled his hoodie back over his head turning away from Dean. He shuffled in his converse uncomfortably and sat at the nearest chair slouching over the clipboard. Dean shrugged and followed Bobby to the main garage.

Dean blanched at the site of it. Sitting in Bobby's garage was a beautifully conditioned steel blue 1969 Ford Mustang. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest and wondered if it was possible to be in love with two cars. He was suddenly aware of the giant white angel wings painted on either side of the car. He stepped forward and rubbed at the paint and it crumbled at his fingertips. "What happened to it?" He narrowed his eyes at Bobby. "What's wrong with it?"

Bobby shrugged. "Besides it needing an oil change, tire rotation and the obvious wash." Dean looked at him for some sort of explanation but Bobby shook his head. "He wouldn't tell me what was up with the paint job, but from the way he was actin' today, I'd say he'd had quite the night." He walked over to the car and opened the door to the driver's seat. "But from what he was describing, I'd say it's something to do with the clutch. Said he had to drive it here from New York."

Dean ran his hands gently over the side of the car. "It's a beauty alright."

Bobby chuckled. "Yeah, odd guy that one." He gestured his thumb back to the office. "But he seems to love his car as much as you love yours, told him you could have it done by tomorrah."

Dean nodded. "Definitely. Bobby, I'll be back." He jogged inside looking around the waiting room. The guy was gone. He looked over at Garth who was filing paperwork into the cabinet. "Hey Garth, where did that guy go?"

He beamed excitedly. "He was interesting right? And that car!" He let out a low whistle. "Thing's incredible." Dean waited expectantly, and Garth jumped. "Oh right! He left. Said he had to get back to work, but his assistant would be by to pick it up tomorrow!"

"Oh." Dean was slightly disappointed. He wanted to meet this mystery guy who owned the 1969 Ford Mustang and sure as hell wanted to know what those wings painted on the side were about. Oh well, if the guy lived in town, Dean would see him again. You could hide a car like that about as well as you could hide his Impala.

He went back to the other garage, flipped on the stereo and opened the hood to a silver Prius.

This town will be the downfall of us all.