I'm so sorry about the delay in this chapter. I had most of this chapter written out days ago but then got really sick and didn't have the energy to finish it. I hope the slightly longer chapter makes up for it.

Dean watched Castiel make his way to the bar and tried to calm his raging libido. He could see the guy was embarrassed, but it took everything Dean had not to grab the blue eyed man and haul him off to somewhere more private.

It was only Sam and Gabriel's continued laughter that startled him out of his reverie. He glared at the two men.

"Why did you have to go and do that?" Dean growled out.

Sam must have realized he crossed a line with his older brother because he immediately sobered up.

Gabriel was another matter entirely.

"Relax Dean. At least you know the guy thinks you're hot. Just too bad he's interested in somebody else."

Dean's stomach dropped at that news. "He is?"

Gabriel couldn't contain his smirk. "Yeah, he was trying to get some guy's attention by flirting with me. Poor thing probably couldn't flirt to save his life." he laughed.

"Do you know who he's interested in?" Dean couldn't resist asking, looking around the bar to see if he could guess who it was. Damn, how did I get that so wrong?

"He wouldn't say. He said he didn't think he was still here, but he kept looking over at the bar…" Gabriel suddenly stopped.

"Yeah?" Dean sat down next to Gabriel and nudged him in the side for him to continue.

Gabriel shook his head and looked over at the bar where Castiel was talking to Jo, frowning. "It's nothing."

Dean slumped in his seat and looked down at his beer sullenly before taking a drink.

Sam could see that Dean was not happy with the new findings and took pity on his brother. "Dean, he might be interested in somebody else, but he obviously likes you too. He's single so that makes him fair game. Just do what you do best."

Dean arched a brow at his little brother. "What is it that I do best?"

Sam coughed and looked over at Gabriel for help. Gabriel was still staring over at Castiel, not frowning, but actually scowling. He wouldn't be any help apparently.

"Well, you know…you never fail to leave the bar without a…ummm…partner." Sam said tactfully.

Dean knew he should be angry but it was Sam so he gave him a mocking grin. "What are you tryin' to say, Sammy? That I'm an irresistibly sexy bastard?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "More along the lines of a conceited manwhore."

"Hey, I resent that!" Dean grumbled looking back over at the bar where Castiel sat alone. He watched him take a shot of whiskey and chase it with a sip of beer, his shoulders slumped. The sight made Dean feel sad. There was something about Castiel that made it appear that he was isolated, as if he deliberately kept a wall around himself so nobody could get close.

"For god's sake, just go talk to the man!" Sam shook his brother's shoulder, tired of Dean's melancholy mood.

"Okay, okay!" Dean shook Sam's hand off. He looked around the table and realized Gabriel was missing.

"Sammy, where did Gabe go?"

Sam looked around and saw the paralegal striding determinedly toward Castiel.

"Shit….what's he up to now?" Sam groaned.

Dean's eyes narrowed as he watched Gabriel sidle up next to Castiel. Their backs were to him, but he could clearly see Castiel's body tense up. Dean started to stand up to see what was going on but Sam stopped him.

"Wait a moment. Gabriel probably got sick of you staring at Castiel like a kicked puppy and is trying to convince him to come back to the table."

Dean nodded and sat back down reluctantly, still keeping an eye on the two men at the bar.

Trying to keep his mind off of his current situation, he decided to harass Sam.

"Care to tell me what's up between you and Gabe? You two looked all cozy a few minutes ago." Dean smirked at his brother's blushing face.

"I don't know what you're talking about. We laughed together, it's not like that doesn't happen on occasion." Sam huffed but Dean could see his hazel eyes stray over to the man in question where he was coaxing Castiel away from the bar.

"Heads up, they're heading this way." Sam told Dean. Dean straightened up and tried to compose his face in a more nonchalant expression and not the 'dude you're so fucking hot, please let me rock your world' expression that he was pretty sure would scare Castiel away.

Apparently he failed because Sam's soft laughter floated around him. "Good luck. Try not to overwhelm the guy."

Dean scoffed. "I don't need luck." He leaned back, hooking one arm around the back of the chair, putting on his best smile. He was determined to get Castiel to forget all about the guy he thought he liked.

The blonde bartender gave Castiel a critical look. "Nuh-uh. I'm not giving you a whole bottle. I'll start you out with a couple of shots first, but whatever is bothering you, you're not going to find your answers at the bottom of a bottle." She gave him a small smile to soften her blunt words. "I'm Jo, by the way."

"Castiel." He rumbled out, trying to ignore the bouncing blonde muse at his side.

"Castiel, huh? Well, here's your first shot and a beer on the house. I'll be back in a little bit to check on you." Jo winked and went to help the other patrons.

"I take it from your red face and waning erection that the attempt at flirting didn't go well. What were you trying to do Cassie? Show the guy your goods?"

Just finishing his shot, he took a sip of his beer in which he immediately started to choke at Balthazar's words. He looked around to make sure nobody was paying attention to him.

"No, it didn't go well because you left me high and dry damn it! It doesn't help that Sam is Winchester's brother." he hissed out, his heart still beating at a rapid tattoo at his embarrassment.

"Wait…the man you've been jerking off to is Sam's brother?" he asked gleefully.

Castiel was truly horrified. "Balthazar! Is nothing sacred to you?"

"Oh please, I wasn't spying on you. I can't help it that I have exceptional hearing and you're a loud broadcaster. I mean, how can I not hear you moaning, 'Oh Winchester…yes harder D!' and not realize what you're doing. Where is this guy…I've got to see him for myself."

Castiel wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but not before he killed Balthazar. Did the muse ever give him any sort of privacy?

"There's no way, I'm pointing him out." He glared at Balthazar who was clearly enjoying Castiel's discomfort.

"Come on Cassie, this is the most excitement I've seen you have in years. Besides, what am I going to do? Nobody can see me but you."

"Knowing you, you would find a way to embarrass me." he mumbled into his beer.

"Look sharp Cassie, Gabriel is heading this way." Balthazar warned, previous teasing forgotten.

"Hey Castiel." Gabriel jumped up on the barstool next to him. Gabriel's friendly demeanor earlier was gone and was replaced with something more somber and thoughtful.

"Hello, Gabriel." Castiel couldn't help to stiffen, feeling the tension radiating from Gabriel.

"Quite the conversationalist, aren't you?" Gabriel smiled briefly before the somber look was back.

Castiel merely shrugged, peeling at the label of the beer bottle.

"I came over here to find out something. Tell me honestly, whose attention were you trying to catch? I know he's still here, so don't lie."

Castiel glanced over at Balthazar for help, but the angel merely smirked, apparently wanting Castiel to suffer. God, I hate when Balthazar gets into his dick mode.

He sighed and seeing that Balthazar was going to be no help whatsoever, he asked a question of his own. "Does it really matter?"

Gabriel's golden eyes narrowed. "Yes, it does because I want to make sure it's not Sam you're after. I've wanted him since the moment I saw him and I'm not going to let some blue eyed pretty boy angel take him away." Gabriel growled low in his throat, his face a mask of fierce determination.

Pretty boy angel? What the hell? Castiel took a moment to realize that Gabriel was talking about him and he thought….

"Oh! I have no interest in Sam at all." Balthazar, who was laughing beside him at Gabriel's comment stopped abruptly and groaned.

"Damn it Cassie, that would have been the perfect set up! You should have said that hell yeah, you were interested in him."

There was no way he would tell Gabriel that. He was wrong to fear Sam; it was Gabriel that had him worried. The guy might be smaller than him, but he looked like he would have too many tricks up his sleeve to make his life miserable.

Castiel discreetly shifted his hand that had balled into a fist and hit Balthazar in the crotch for the suggestion.

Balthazar moaned pitifully. "Fine, I'll be quiet, but I'm not leaving. Got to make sure you don't fuck this up."

Castiel's eyes twitched to the side to see Balthazar cupping himself, causing a little satisfied smile from Castiel. He turned his attention back to Gabriel who was smiling again.

"That's good to know because I noticed you were eyeing the bar a lot and it seemed like it was in Sam's direction, but glad to know I'm wrong." Gabriel patted Castiel on the back. "Now how about you come back to my table and we can tell us about this mystery guy and we can tell you how wrong he is for you."

Castiel felt his eyebrows arch. "Tell me how wrong he is for me?"

"Well, yeah, I mean, I already have you pictured with Dean. I practically have the wedding invitations picked out in my mind."

Castiel snorted at that and decided to follow Gabriel back to the table. What else could he do? He needed to get Sam and Gabriel together and if this is what it took so be it. He was going to hate to see Gabriel's hopes of him and Dean together being dashed when he realized that Dean probably didn't have any real interest in Castiel. Except for maybe a one night stand, but Castiel didn't do one night stands.

As if Balthazar could tell what Castiel was thinking, put his hand on his shoulder. He could feel his concerned pale blue eyes burn into his profile. "Cheer up Cassie, I think you need to open your eyes and realize how extraordinary you are."

Castiel shook his head at Balthazar words. He held no illusions about himself. He was who he was, for better or worse.

"Hey guys, look who I found sulking at the bar." Gabriel announced, taking the seat closest to Sam so Castiel would be forced to sit by Dean.

Castiel avoided Dean's eyes for as long as possible but he finally looked over at him and squirmed nervously in his chair. His green gaze was fastened on him; his lips spread in a lazy smile that made his stomach flip.

I'm turning into a teenage girl.

"Oh Cassie, is this him? Oh my, my…he is delicious." Balthazar all but purred.

Castiel tried very hard to ignore the infuriating angel next to him, but he couldn't help to note the truth in his statement.

Dean was indeed delicious.

The longer he stared at the sandy blonde man, the wider Dean's smile got until finally he drawled out, "Hey Cas."

There went his goddamn stomach doing somersaults again at Dean's nickname spoken in that slightly rough voice.

"Hello, Dean." he greeted. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Dean leaned forward, angling his body toward Castiel with his smile still gracing his lips. "I could say the same about you. Never seen you here before."

Castiel looked down at his beer, idly wiping some of the condensation off of the bottle. Anything to keep him focused on his words and not how Dean filled out his black t-shirt or how good he smelled.

"Actually, this is my first time here. I've lived in Lawrence for two years and I still don't know why I haven't stopped by before. It seems to be a lively place." Castiel bit his bottom lip hard to keep from babbling.

"Well, I hope to see more of you," Dean's eyes traveled over Castiel's body that wasn't hidden by the table and slowly wetted his lips, "around here often."

Sam groaned. "Way to be subtle, Dean."

Gabriel leaned over to Sam and in a stage whisper, "I think your bro watches too much porn."

Dean shot Sam and Gabriel a glare before turning a sheepish smile to Castiel.

Balthazar looked over at Dean with approval, grinning. "I like him."

"So, who's this man you're so interested in? What's his name?" Gabriel asked, leaning forward eagerly.

Castiel looked around at his companions briefly, taking note of the small frown on Dean's face.

"His name is…Balthazar. He's somebody I've seen around for a while, but I really don't think he's that interested."

"Oh Cassie, I'm flattered. You've should have told me. Never had sex with a human before, but we could give it a go…" Balthazar smirked.

Castiel felt a small blush creep up his face as he made another fist in warning to Balthazar who quickly backed away. "I'm joking!" He then stopped and let out a frustrated growl, "Being summoned again. Just when it was starting to get good too. Have fun with loverboy but don't forget that you still need to work on Sam and Gabriel." The angel disappeared with those parting words.

He internally groaned at being left alone again even though Balthazar was quickly proving to be more of a hindrance than a help.

"The guy is an idiot if he doesn't notice you, but it's his loss." Castiel jumped slightly when he realized how close Dean had moved, their thighs now pressed together. Dean's arm now rested on the back of Castiel's chair.

Castiel wasn't expecting Dean to be so aggressive but in all fairness he probably thought he would be an easy lay. Castiel couldn't blame Dean for the notion because really who would with what he was wearing and the incident earlier that clearly showed Castiel was interested.

Sam shook his head with an amused expression on his face at Dean's boldness and Castiel's obvious nervousness.

The next couple of hours went quickly but Castiel wasn't making any headway with Sam and Gabriel. Every time he tried to get information, both of them would deftly avoid the questions, seemingly focused more on him and Dean.

It didn't take long for Sam and Gabriel to wring out some information about Castiel's personal life, like how he started college late due to lack of money and how he ended up dropping out in the middle of working on his masters to take care of his ill father. They seemed to back off though when it was clear that Castiel didn't want to dig deeper into the past, but Castiel had no doubt that if they really wanted to, they could have extracted every detail from him without him realizing it.

Sam and Gabriel were a frighteningly effective team. Castiel felt sorry for anybody that had to go against them in court.

Even though he wasn't making headway with the soul mates, he did learn more about Dean. He had his own business where he was a handyman. He did mostly small jobs for homeowners and businesses in the area since it was only him and a man that he employed named Benny but apparently it kept him plenty busy.

Before long, Gabriel was yawning though Castiel suspected it was a fake one and announced he was going to head home, but not before inviting Castiel to a party he was having the following weekend.

Castiel was in no position to refuse so he took down Gabriel's number and address on a napkin and promised he would be there.

"Hey Gabe, can I catch a ride with you? I'm tired myself and I rode with Dean, but he doesn't look like he's ready to leave."

"Sure thing, Sammykins." Gabriel grinned as he stood up and stretched.

Castiel didn't miss the way Sam's gaze was drawn to the line of Gabriel's body as he stretched or the wink Dean sent Sam's way, making the lawyer blush at being caught staring.

After they left, Castiel and Dean sat at the table alone, now strangely quiet between the two of them. Now that his focus of even being there tonight was gone, there was no buffer between him and Dean.

"I think I should be going too." Castiel stood up, but Dean caught his wrist.

"It's still early." Dean's green eyes sparkled in the dim light of the bar as he stared up at him with an earnest expression.

Castiel couldn't help to chuckle at the statement. "It's going on one in the morning."

"Like I said, early." he laughed as he got up from the table also, hand still on Castiel's wrist. "Just play one game of pool with me before you go. Sammy promised he would play, but the bitch wimped out on me."

"I don't know how to play. I've never tried before." Castiel told Dean as he was dragged to an unoccupied pool table.

"No problem, I'll teach you." he told Castiel from over his shoulder.

Dean quickly went through the rules with Castiel before setting up. Dean then did a few shots to show him how it was done, every ball he aimed at made it into their perspective pockets.

"You're really good at this." Castiel commented as he concentrated on what Dean was showing him and definitely not on the sight of his ass leaning over the pool table.

Dean straightened up after making the last shot. "Sammy and I use to hustle pool when we were younger. Had have a way to help pay for Sammy's education somehow." Dean smiled and handed the cue stick to Castiel. "Ready to give it a try?"

Castiel nodded and took the cue and applied chalk to the tip like Dean had showed him. Dean grabbed the rack and set up the table again.

Castiel walked up to the table, trying to get into position. He struck the cue ball, but it went off to the side. Castiel blew out a frustrated breath.

Dean chuckled softly and came up behind Castiel.

"It's all in the grip. Here, let me show you." Dean leaned over Castiel's body and adjusted his hands on the stick.

Dean's voice was a low rumble in Castiel's ear as he instructed him. Castiel shivered as Dean molded himself to Castiel's back.

"You want to make sure you have a fluid stroke. Let it glide through your fingers." He instructed in a whisper, his breath tickling the side of Castiel's neck.

Castiel bit down on his lower lip hard to stop the whimper that gathered in his throat at the feel of Dean's larger, muscular body surrounding his own. Castiel's breathing was heavy in his chest as he relished the heat radiating from Dean's body.

Focus Novak. Castiel steeled himself and focused on Dean's instructions and not his body. The result was a resounding crash as the cue ball connected with the rack of balls making them scatter across the table.

"There you go, Cas. Much better." Dean praised, straightening up and stepped away but not before he palmed Castiel's hips and Dean's groin briefly made contact with his ass.

Castiel's eyes rolled back at the feel of Dean's hot, hard length against the cleft of his ass. A small moan managed to slip out.

He looked over his shoulder at Dean and saw a small victorious smirk on the man's face. Dean knew exactly what he was doing to Castiel.

He handed the cue stick back to Dean and with a shaky breath, "Thanks for the lesson, but I really need to go."

Castiel was out the door before Dean could stop him.

Once he was in his car, Castiel hit the back of his head several times on the head rest in frustration. He knew he was a coward for running out, but Dean overwhelmed him. Hell, Dean just had to look at him with those eyes and pouty lips and he lost all brain function.

Castiel just didn't want to be a one night stand so it would be better not to know what he was missing because he knew one time with Dean would never be enough.

He looked down at his lap to see that he was hard…again.

Goddamn it.

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