You're the Devil in disguise

Chapter Six: Making Peace

Dean stares down a still relatively calm Castiel as they leave the diner. "So are you going to tell me more about my brother getting fucked by yours?"

"Now Dean, you do not know which one will be on the top, assumptions are offensive."

"I swear to fucking god, Cas-"

"Your brother likes mine. The feelings are reciprocated. When my brother likes someone mutually it always ends in sex," Castiel says before Dean grabs his arm from behind and slams him against a nearby wall, "Dean, we are in public. You can get in trouble for this."

"I don't fucking care!" Dean hisses, making sure Castiel is pressed against the wall, "My brother is gonna get fucked and ditched by yours! That is not okay, Castiel!"

Castiel stares at him. "Oh. Oh. You believe Gabriel is a playboy." He brings his hands up and gets out of Dean's grip, "Dean, my brother has not had many lovers and when they do not work out it isn't him who leaves them."

"I don't give a shit. I don't want Sam with him." Dean grumbles.

"He is his own person, Dean. If he wants to be with my brother he will be with my brother, you cannot stop him. Just as I cannot stop him if he end up breaking my brother's heart. Even if we are both apprehensive to the idea, we cannot stop them." Castiel points out, watching a strange realization come to Dean's face.

"You don't want them together either?"

"I like Sam, very much. However, it would be best if brother stopped dating. This way he will stop hurting." Castiel reasons. There's a moment of complete silence between them as other people pass by, a moment that is making Castiel increasingly uncomfortable. It's finally broken though when Dean begins to laugh.

"What? What kind of stupid logic is that?" Dean asks, making Castiel frown a little.

"You are not helping Dean. It is not 'stupid logic' either, it makes perfect sense." Castiel says and Dean wraps an arm around the man's shoulders.

"Yeah, if you're an idiot." The Winchester teases, earning a harsh look from Castiel. "Okay, okay, you have obviously never dated before, right?"

"That is correct."

"Then you don't understand. Your brother will get into relationships and have his heart broken a lot in life, but when it's still good…it's great. Don't you want your brother to experience the great part?" Dean asks and Castiel raises a brow.

"The same could be asked of you." He counters, making Dean shrink away.

"Yeah, well, I..."

"Do not be a hypocrite Dean. Hypocrites are very disliked."

Dean sighs. "Well, you aren't accepting it either…"

"I am accepting of it regardless of my own feelings, Dean. It is called being a grown up." Castiel points out.

"Fine, fine, I won't…I'll accept it. I'll be a grown up about it. Happy now?" Dean huffs and Castiel shrugs.

"I do not particularly care either way, but I am sure Sam will be happy."

"Dick."

"Do not objectify me." Castiel says and Dean stares at him in shock.

"Did you…try to make a joke just now?" He asks, now grinning.

"From the look on your face I would say I succeeded." Castiel points out.

"Haha! Oh man Cas," Dean says, smacking him on the back, "I think I just might like you."

"Well aren't you so kind?" Castiel mumbles.

"I'm about to get kinder. You're going to have the joy of going to the bar with me on your twenty-first birthday."

"Strange how you say 'joy' and all I can hear is 'aggrivation'."

Dean rolls his eyes. "You just don't know how to have fun. Don't be a dick."

As promised, a few days later Dean invites Castiel and Sam to the bar, reluctantly allowing Gabriel to come as well. Sam talked to Dean when he returned from dinner with Castiel that night and luckily the teens older brother has taken it pretty well. He is civil to the new couple and saves all his complaints for when he is alone with Castiel, although honestly that isn't very wise since Gabriel is his brother. A fact he's fairly certain Dean purposefully forgets.

Yes, the two have bonded even more now that their brothers are dating, which Castiel can confidently say is a bad idea. Already Dean is discussing the idea of taking Castiel to a den of iniquity. A place he can honestly say he has no interest in. People with daddy issues aren't his cup of tea. This includes Dean, for the record. The man who, on a perfectly nice weekend night, has decided to drag Castiel off with literal force to a bar.

"Dean, this is unnecessary." Castiel says, his voiced drowned out as soon as Dean opens the door to the bar. Its name is Roadhouse and the owner is apparently a family friend to the Winchesters. "Does the music need to be so loud?" He mumbles to himself, more than confident that Dean couldn't hear a word of it.

"Yeah, this place is pretty great!" Dean says, giving Castiel's belief affirmation. "Ellen doesn't usually allow the music to be this loud she must be in the back right now." He points out, dragging Castiel further inside and through the crowds of drunken men and women until they find the seat Sam and Gabriel are already at.

"Sam you are underage." Castiel tells the teen, who laughs.

"I know, I know. Ellen lets me in anyways under the stipulation that I do not drink alcohol." Sam explains and Dean nods.

"And when Ellen makes a rule you damn well better stick to it." He adds, ushering Castiel to the inside of a booth the two will be sharing. The music noticeably quiets less than a second later, and not much longer after that a woman is at their booth staring down both Castiel and his brother. Luckily, Gabriel is getting the more threatening look. There are many perks to not dating a Winchester. "Hey there Ellen. Come to wait on us?"

"Don't be a smartass Dean, I don't want to have to kick your ass in front of the new friend." Ellen says, looking to Castiel, "I take it you're Castiel, right?"

Castiel looks at her surprised. "Yes…that is correct."

Ellen nods and gestures to Gabriel, her eyes still locked with Castiel's. "And that one is your brother, Gabriel."

"Yes."

"Who wants in little Sammy's pants."

"It's safe to assume that is a part of his overall plan." Castiel agrees and Ellen looks at him curiously for a moment before laughing.

"You're got yourself a strange on there, Dean!"

Dean simply smirks at her and rests his chin in his hand. "Yes, well the strange one has turned twenty-one today and I have made it my personal mission tonight to get his awkward ass drunk."

"Don't count on it." Castiel mumbles from his little corner, now ignored by them as Ellen and the Winchester brothers' converse amongst themselves.

"So! Gabriel!" Ellen finally says, cutting off something Sam was about to say. "Just where are you from, kid?"

Gabriel smiles in amusement at being called a 'kid' for the first time in what Castiel is fairly certain to be seven years. "Well, miss, I'm from a catholic orphanage nearby. Not exactly 'born' there, but raised there with my awkward little Cassy-"

"Don't call me that"

"-Until just recently when I decided to come here, of course."

Ellen stares him down. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-four." Gabriel answers with eases, seemingly immune to the woman's terrifying expressions.

"And how long do you plan on being with Sammy here?"

"Ellen!" Sam loudly whispers, looking between the two mortified. "W-we just-! I mean-! You can't ask someone about that so fast!"

"Until he gets tired of me and decides to leave." Gabriel answers, ignoring his new boyfriend's awkward whispers.

Ellen smirks at him, obviously liking his answer. "Good job. I suppose you can stick around. Who knows? Maybe I'll even put in a good word to John."

"Well I would certainly never say to a little positive publicity in front of the dad." Gabriel grins and Ellen just shakes her head laughing as she walks away. "Alrighty! The second boss is down, so time to focus on little Cassy here getting drunk!"

"Your collective obsession with seeing me drunk is unnerving." Castiel says, looking to Sam. "If it wasn't for Sam being here and having to be sober I would probably have left by now."

"Nah, come on! We won't make you do anything stupid!" Gabriel assures him in a highly ingenuous way.

"That's right, we just want you to let loose a little!" Dean says, a curiosity shining in his eyes that Castiel is fairly certain will bite him in the ass.

"Yes…well…I suppose it's time to start sampling." Castiel sighs in defeat, watching as his brother and roommate begin fighting over what he should start with; beer or wine?

A/N: Finals be damned! This needed to be written! I love Ellen. If only I could write her better. I'm sorry Ellen I can't do your amazingness justice please forgive meeee!