"About time you two showed your faces around here!"
Dean grinned at Ellen Harvelle, owner of the Roadhouse and the closest thing he had to a mother.
He gave her a hug and a quick kiss on the check. "Sorry Ellen, you know how it is. Business has picked up and I've been staying pretty busy."
"It's good to hear things are going well, but don't forget to make a little time for yourself, meaning, come visit me and Jo." she patted him on the cheek and moved her attention to Sam.
After receiving a bear hug from Sam, Ellen stepped away and eyed Sam critically. "I'm going to have Jo fetch my scissors. You need a haircut."
Sam blanched, quickly stepping away which caused Dean to snort. "Ellen, give up, he won't let anybody touch that luscious mane of his."
"Who can blame him?" a new voice entered the conversation, causing Sam to let out a small groan of frustration that only Dean could hear. Of course that made his smile to grow bigger.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked, almost rudely. Dean kicked Sam's shin causing the taller man to grimace.
"What? Not happy to see me?" Gabriel smirked, not bothered by Sam's less than friendly greeting.
"He's just grumpy because he didn't make it to the farmer's market this morning and they were out of organic rabbit food at the grocery store." Dean teased his little brother.
"I can't believe they were out of organic baby spinach. That store is a disgrace." Sam muttered, earning a laugh from Dean, Ellen and Gabriel.
"He can eat all the organic food he wants. It clearly does the body good." Gabriel's eyes roved over Sam's body.
"Gabriel, I'm your employer!" Sam huffed indignantly.
"Oh, I know. Maybe you should punish me for insubordination and bend me over your desk…"
"Gabriel!" Sam shouted, Ellen shook her head resignation and Dean cringed at the mental image.
"Too much?" Gabriel blinked at the group innocently.
"Might want to reel it back some, Gabe." Dean snickered.
"Dean, while you're here, can you look at something in my store room? I'm thinking I might need more shelving. Ellen asked, her business never far from her mind.
"No problem, Ellen. I can take a quick look. Sam, you want to get our drinks and Gabe, can you snag us a table before they fill up?"
"Sure, we can do that Deano." Gabriel's lips quirked up and started to tell Sam what he wanted to drink as Dean followed Ellen to the back.
It didn't take long to see what Ellen was wanting. He gave her a few possible options and then told her he would be out Monday morning to take a few measurements. He then stuck around and talked to Ellen for a little longer than necessary to give Sam and Gabe a little time alone.
"Dean Winchester, are you trying to set up your brother?" Ellen asked, smiling.
"Of course I am. I just want to see him happy and I think Gabe would be good for him."
"Gabriel is a handful, but a good guy. He would make a good match for Sam. But just a word of advice, Dean. Don't push Sam. Let him discover things in his own time." Ellen said seriously.
Dean nodded. "You're right, I shouldn't push him, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to turn him in the right direction."
Ellen laughed and slapped him on the back. "Let's get back out there before Sam kills Gabe and Jo kills me for leaving her alone at the bar so long."
Once Dean made it back to the front, the bar was in full swing. He looked around, trying to spot Sam and Gabriel and found them sitting at a table near the bar. He smiled in relief and made his way through the crowd, but as he got closer, he noticed there was a third person sitting at the table. He could only catch a glimpse of tousled dark hair.
Then the man stood up and Dean's heart stopped, taking in the back of the man's form. The fabric of the man's shirt formed over a lean, straight back, highlighting broad shoulders and strong arms.
Dean's eyes lowered and took in a deep breath at the man's snug pants that showcased the most perfect ass….
Green eyes narrowed in concentration. Wait a minute, I know that ass…
Dean started striding determinedly toward the table, heedless of the crowd.
"This is a bad idea." Castiel muttered as he entered the Roadhouse. The bar was busy due to it being Saturday night. Music blared over the sound system with a few couples out on the small dance floor. Patrons flooded around the bar, ordering drinks from the young blonde bartender who gave every person she spoke with a friendly smile. The rest of the place was a crush of people, hopping from table to table, raucous laughter booming over the music.
"It's a great idea. Now get your sexy self in there." Balthazar slapped Castiel's ass causing the brunette to jump and glare at the grinning angel over his shoulder.
Castiel made his way to the bar and after a few moments was able to order a beer. Once he got his drink from the smiling bartender, he made his way toward the back of the bar where he spotted an empty table that he could talk to Balthazar without being seen and people thinking he was crazy.
It took him longer than he had anticipated to get to the table with all the bodies brushing against him or blocking his path. On the way, someone groped his ass, another ran their hand down his chest and he received three propositions, two were from women and one from a man.
By the time he got to the table, Balthazar was sitting at the table, feet propped up, laughing at Castiel who was clearly flustered and shocked.
"I'll reiterate. This is a terrible idea." Castiel growled as he sat down, taking a deep draw of his beer.
"Oh Cassie, don't act so surprised that they want a piece of you. Even you must realize you're a Baldwin."
Castiel's eyes squinted in confusion. "My name is not Baldwin."
Balthazar's smirked. "Don't you ever watch TV? It's from Clueless. Since I don't sleep, I tend to watch a lot of television."
Castiel straightened up in his chair and glowered at Balthazar. "Is that why my cable bill last month had all those extra charges labeled "adult entertainment"? The company refused to take the charges off the bill!"
The angel leaned back in his chair and gave Castiel a small, guilty smile. "Oh, they charge for those?"
Castiel clenched his teeth. "Just tell me who I'm looking for."
"That's Sam who is a lawyer." He pointed toward a tall man with longish brown hair at the bar, his back to Castiel. "And that's Gabriel, his paralegal." Balthazar indicated to the short golden haired man that was at a table near the bar, talking animatedly to a dark haired woman.
"I think you should hit on Gabriel. I'm hoping that will cause Sam to go into a jealous rage and he'll finally come out."
Castiel's turned wide eyes to Balthazar. "You want me to anger him?" Castiel tilted his head toward Sam. Then the other part of Balthazar's statement hit him.
"What do you mean, he'll finally come out? Please, please don't tell me it's not what I think it means?" Castiel begged in which Balthazar shrugged helplessly.
"He's practically on the precipice. He just needs a little push."
Castiel banged his head on the table and groaned. "No, I'm probably going to get beat up by a closeted gay giant. On top of that, I'll be stuck with you for the rest of my life."
Balthazar rubbed Castiel's shoulders consolingly. "Well, at least you're looking on the bright side."
"This is not going to end well." Castiel predicated but straightened up anyways.
"It will be fine. I mean, you'll have me to coach you along. What could possibly go wrong?"
"No, I have a sex-crazed angel whose best pick-up lines are ones he probably heard from watching bad porn."
"I resent that. You've obliviously never seen me in action. It's not about what you say but what you don't say."
Castiel merely rolled his eyes.
Balthazar clapped Castiel on the back and stood up. "Come on loverboy, let's do this."
Castiel drained his bottle of beer and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. He gave a curt nod to Balthazar.
Once again Castiel navigated his way through the crowd with no less groping than the last time. What is it with these people?
He finally made it to Gabriel's table; thankfully the dark haired woman just got up and left, leaving Gabriel alone at the table. At least it was one less person to witness Castiel's mortification.
Castiel stood there, staring down at the man, shuffling his feet. Gabriel must have realized somebody was standing there because he looked up. Friendly amber eyes stared up at him inquisitively.
Balthazar nudged Castiel's back. "Say hello."
"Hello."
Gabriel eyes traveled the length of Castiel's body and smirked.
"Hello back at ya, gorgeous. Nice outfit."
Castiel felt his face flame at Gabriel's teasing remark.
Balthazar snickered. Castiel gritted his teeth and forged ahead. "Mind if I sit down?"
Gabriel chuckled at Castiel's stiff demeanor. "Sure, before you strain something."
Castiel gave him a weak smile and held out his hand. "I'm Castiel."
"Gabriel, but you can call me Gabe."
Castiel nodded and started to stay something when out of the corner of his eye he saw Balthazar straighten up in his seat.
"Sorry Cassie, I've got to leave. Heaven's calling." Balthazar said and with a fluttering breeze, he was gone.
"You've got to be kidding me." Castiel grumbled and closed his eyes. Now what the hell am I suppose to do?
"You okay there?"
Castiel opened his eyes reluctantly. Gabriel stared back with an amused smile tipping his lips.
"I'm fine. It's just been a long day. Can I buy you a drink?" Castiel racked his brain of things he could possibly say to the stranger. He was never into the social scene and the last person he was with was a guy he met in class before he dropped out of college, not in a bar.
Gabriel snickered. "Buy me a drink, huh? You must be desperate if you want to ply me with alcohol."
"I'm not desperate. I'm merely interested in you. Isn't that the proper thing to do?" Castiel internally groaned. He could not believe that he asked the guy he was suppose to be flirting with about the correct way to flirt.
Gabriel propped his chin up with his hand and looked at Castiel with a speculative gleam in his eyes. "You're lying. You have no interest in me at all."
Castiel fidgeted in his seat. He never was the best liar. "That's not true, you do interest me." At least it was partly true since he was interested in getting Gabriel with his soulmate so he could have his own life back again.
Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "You might be interested, but you don't want to fuck me. So, you might as well tell me what you really want."
Castiel sighed and decided to give Gabriel as much of the truth that he could. "I'm trying to make somebody jealous."
Gabriel's eyes lit up and he leaned forward in his seat. "Really? Who? Point him out to me."
"I don't see him. He might have already left." Castiel quickly avoided Gabriel's eyes.
His face fell. "That's a shame. You know, if you're not too interested in this guy, I have a friend that would absolutely devour you once he saw you. You're just his type."
"I'm not really looking for anybody…" Castiel started but stopped and gulped nervously when Sam walked over to the table, setting a drink in front of Gabriel with a thud.
"Do me a favor, Gabriel. Next time, order your own drink." Sam sat down next to him, carefully setting two bottles of beer on the table.
"Do you have something against Screaming Orgasms? I find them delicious." Gabriel gave Sam a lascivious look while licking his lips.
Sam rolled his eyes at Gabriel, but a hint of red crawled up the younger man's neck and cheeks. Castiel was quick to notice that Sam's eyes tracked the moment of Gabriel's tongue before quickly looking away.
Sam finally looked in Castiel's direction and all the anxiety he felt disappeared when confronted with Sam's kind hazel eyes. Sam exuded a sense of benevolence that would put anybody at ease, but there was a little hint of darkness in him that told Castiel that he still would not want to be on the man's bad side.
Gabriel motioned toward Sam. "Castiel, this is Sam, my boss and future lover." Gabriel grinned when Sam glared at him.
"Gabriel, you shouldn't say things like that. Besides, I'm not even gay." Sam muttered, taking a drink of his beer.
"Keep telling yourself that, baby." Gabriel winked causing Sam to choke on his drink.
Once Sam's coughing was under control and shooting Gabriel a glare, he gave Castiel a curious look. "Your name is Castiel? What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a mail carrier." Castiel shrugged, knowing it wasn't glamorous as being a lawyer, but the job served its purpose. However, Castiel frowned hard at Sam when he started laughing.
"Oh my god, this is too good. Stand up and let me get a look at you." Sam ordered, gasping for breath.
Castiel slowly stood up, not really knowing why he was even doing as Sam asked. The scowl that Gabriel sent Sam's way didn't go unnoticed by either man. Sam shook his head at Gabriel as to tell him he would explain later.
Castiel stood there, feeling awkward, fists clenched at his sides as Sam ran an analytical eye over him.
"Yes, you are definitely his type." Sam said, smiling smugly.
"Who?" Castiel couldn't resist asking.
"My older brother." At Sam's statement, Gabriel started cackling.
"I thought so, too! Castiel, I don't know who this guy is you're hung up on, but forget him and let us introduce you to Sam's brother!" Gabriel said excitedly, bouncing in his seat.
Sam smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Actually, Castiel has already met him."
That caught Castiel's attention. "I have?"
Sam nodded and continued to smile up at him, his eyes moving to behind Castiel's right shoulder.
A wide hand settled on Castiel's shoulder, the heat and weight of it caused his body to shiver as a strange awareness settled over him.
"Cas?" the warm raspy voice behind him had Castiel internally groaning at his luck. Of course when Balthazar dresses him like a manwhore, he would have to run into Dean Winchester.
Castiel dreaded turning around, but he did anyways. He didn't realize how close Dean was standing to him until he knocked his shoulder into Dean's chest as he turned around.
Dean took a couple of steps back to give Castiel a little room, but that only allowed Dean a better view of him.
Dean's eyes widened and he swallowed several times, his green eyes never seeming to stray far from his chest and crotch. Castiel felt himself simultaneously blushing and hardening.
Dean's groan told Castiel that he could see the growing bulge which wouldn't be difficult to miss because his pants were so goddamn tight!
Castiel made a mental note to research how to kill an angel.
"Sam, just look at them…and Dean even gave him a nickname! I can't take it…" Gabriel started laughing, practically falling over onto Sam.
Sam made no move to push Gabriel's body away, instead letting the shorter man lean against him as his laughter started anew.
"Shove it, Gabe!" Dean grounded out, suspiciously looking like he was in pain.
Face still red, Castiel looked everywhere but at Dean and muttered about needing a drink. He quickly made his way to the bar.
"Wow Cassie, what did you do? Did the flirting work? I've never seen those two so close before." Balthazar appeared by Castiel's side, whatever he was summoned for must have been taken care of.
Not caring who heard him, he growled. "No, the flirting didn't work. They bonded over their shared amusement of my humiliation."
Balthazar's tilted his head and his lips pursed thoughtfully before shrugging. "Well, that works also."
Castiel gave the blonde angel a dark scowl.
He called the bartender over who approached him almost hesitantly. She obviously heard him talking to himself.
"What can I get you?" she asked, trying to act as hearing a man talk angrily to himself was a normal occurrence. But it was a bar, so maybe it was.
"Whiskey."
"Single or double shot?" she asked, preparing to fix his drink.
"Make it the whole bottle." Castiel had a feeling he was going to need it.
I was hoping to have this posted earlier, but some unexpected things came up. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I promise the next chapter will have quite a bit of interaction between Dean and Castiel. :)
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