A/N: Don't own anything, sadly.

Soooo...Yes, this is Chapter 2 once more. I went back and re-read the chapter for probably the third or fourth time and things started to suddenly hit me. I had left out a bit and there were a couple things I needed to change...sooo...I edited, added some paragraphs, made it a bit juicier...I hope you like this version better! Let me know what you think! Sorry about the switch...My bad. =/

Chapter 2

Dean strolled casually through the doors of the mechanic shop coffee in hand. They didn't have any appointments for another couple of hours and so far there were no unexpected customers.

The shop wasn't all that big, but it was decent sized. Bobby had insisted they name the shop Singer And Son since he had started it with Bobby and they had been family for most of Dean's life. Shortly thereafter, Jo became family as well. Dean liked to joke that she was in the title as well with her tomboy ways. They had enough garage space to work on four cars at once, but they only had two mechanics at the moment. Dean was in the process of finding two more. Two brothers had worked for him and then suddenly quit out of the blue saying they were going on cross-country road trip. Something about hunting down monsters and demons. Dean didn't ask for more details. He had already written them up as nuts.

There was a medium-sized office, which he and Bobby shared. There was a front waiting area along with a front desk where all the shop records and appointments were kept. That was another thing on Dean's to-do list. Their receptionist? She had decided to get married and become a stay at home wife. She had also mentioned something about writing slash fiction. She had always went on about something called Destiel and Wincest. It blew right over Dean's head and he would usually just tune it out.

They had employee locker rooms at the back of the shop where Jo and Dean would shower and change before their shifts at the Roadhouse. It saved them from having to both go home beforehand.

Jo poked her head around the corner from the office and narrowed her eyes. "Okay, why are you in such a good mood? You're never smiling when you walk in here. What's up?"

Dean rolled his eyes and walked into the office, plopping down in his chair in the office he shared with Bobby. He was rarely in his office, so they figured it would just be easier to share one. "I don't know what you're talking about, Jo. It's just been another regular morning so far."

She rolled her eyes as well and sat cross-legged on the chair on the other side of his desk, staring him down, studying him. "I don't believe you. You met someone, didn't you? Ooooh, I'm right! Who is he? What's his name?"

Bobby chuckled under his breath and continued looking over some papers he had to sign for some parts they had to order. "How the hell do you do that? You're like a damn mind reader, I swear."

Jo snorted, but scooted closer. "Spill, Dean Winchester. I want to hear every detail." He sighed, but relented. "His name's Castiel. He-."

"Wait, do you mean Gabe's little brother Casitel?!" He nodded, his brow furrowing. "I didn't know he even had a brother before this morning. How the hell did you know?" She just stared at him with an incredulous look on her face. "Because I pay attention when he talks, duh. He's always bragging about his little brother, the art teacher down at the university." Dean suddenly sat forward with a thunk. "He's an art teacher?! …I can see it. He's got that vibe. Have you ever met him?"

Jo nodded, "Of course, I have. He's been in the bar before, genius. I swear, if you weren't so good-looking sometimes…You're working tonight at the bar, right?" He nodded, "Yeah, of course. I'm your ride. Man, if it weren't for your good looks…"

Jo rolled her eyes, but stood up. "If y'all will excuse me. I have some plottin' to do." Dean abd Bobby shared a look as she walked out of the office. "Good luck, boy. You may need it if she's plottin' somethin'. Best be on yer toes for the rest of the day. Maybe the rest of the week knowing her."

Dean sighed and got to work on some paperwork that he needed to fill out and sign for the shop. It took him a good half hour to finish it. Right as he was finishing his last signature, his phone started vibrating in his pocket. He slipped it out and noticed that he had a text from Gabriel. Hey dude, just thought I would let you know 'Cas' will be at the bar tonight. So you best be on your best behavior. ;)

He was suddenly quite nervous to go into work later on that night. He sent a quick reply back: No worries. I don't plan on turning him gay. Although, who could resist a charmer like me?;)

He slid his phone back into his pocket and walked out into the front waiting area to see if they had any customers. Thankfully, someone had just walked through the door. "Can I help you with something?"

The woman smiled flirtatiously when she saw him. He heard Jo chuckle from somewhere behind him as he approached her. "My car's making this god-awful noise. I was hoping you could take a look at it?" He smiled kindly at her and asked her to pull her car around and into the garage. He walked through the shop and met her back in the garage. When she pulled it in, he had her pop the hood and he took a look. She moved to stand off to the right and just behind him, giving her the perfect view of his ass.

He knew she was mercilessly flirting with him and checking him out, but he just didn't roll that way. "Okay, I see your problem. It's an easy fix and I won't even charge you. A few things just came unattached, no problem to fix. Just give me about ten minutes and you'll be good to go. You can have a seat in the waiting room while I'm working on it."

Her smile widened. "Oh no, that's okay. I don't mind." He bit his lip and ducked back under the hood getting to work. Flirting with men? That he could do just fine, but he felt bad flirting with a woman given he would never be able to reciprocate her feelings. It was best to just not say anything, he figured.

He got to work fixing up her car and she studiously checked him out inch by inch. Suddenly, the door opened and in strolled none other than Agent Henrickson, Dean's ex. He stopped short as he watched the woman continuously checking Dean out without him paying much attention and Jo in the background chuckling to herself. It didn't seem that Dean had noticed him walk in yet. He was immersed in whatever he was doing underneath the hood of the woman's car.

Jo looked up and saw Victor walking towards Dean. Her eyes widened, knowing that a fight was going to go down. There was always a fight when the two of them were in the same room for more than a minute. "Dean, um…visitor." She thought she'd give him a little bit of a heads up.

But it seemed she was too late. Victor poked his head around the hood of the car and Dean looked up surprised. He stood up, not expecting him to be the one standing there, and smacked the back of his head on the hood. He let a couple of profanities slip under his breath as he rubbed the back of his head, taking a step away from the car.

"Victor. What are you doing here?" Victor feigned hurt and looked at Dean with a slight look of disgust. "Just came to check up on you is all. Can't I check up on my boyfriend from time to time?"

Dean grit his teeth and held his ground, not liking where this was going. "Victor, we broke up three weeks ago and ever since then all we seem to do is argue, so no, you can't come 'check-up' on me." Realization set in on the woman's face and her shoulders sagged just the slightest bit. Victor seemed to notice it because he gave her a wicked smile.

"Oh, are you disappointed that he wasn't checking you out too? Sorry, he's into guys. Wrong sex." Dean practically growled at him, "Victor, either stop being rude or get the hell out of here. Or how about you just get the hell out." He rolled his eyes and took a step away from Dean, looking around the shop.

"I came here for a reason, you know. Aren't you even the least bit curious as to why that is?" Dean rolled his eyes and figured he might as well get back to work, so he went back to what he was doing. "No, not really."

"Tsk, tsk, Dean. Having that kind of attitude with a federal agent can get you into bucket loads of trouble, you know."

Dean stood up again and looked at him with an incredulous look on his face. "Are you seriously threatening me? In my own shop? You know what, this is my property so I'm going to have to ask you to leave. And don't come back unless you're either going to arrest me or you have some warrant. And you have no reason for either. Jo, can you please escort him to the door. Oh, and Victor? Don't let it hit you on the way out."

He went back to working on the car, silently fuming, as he watched Jo show him the way to the door from the corner of his eye. She was more than happy to see him out. He had no business being there anyway. Bobby appeared in the doorway, having heard the entire conversation from the office. He watched Dean work tensely, trying to keep his frustration down. As Jo walked back through the shop, she caught Bobby's eye. They were both worried about why he had been there. Every time the man had shown up, it was to cause more trouble for Dean.

That wasn't the first time that Dean had kicked him off the property and it probably wouldn't be the last. Their relationship had been a shock to everyone who knew Dean. Victor was nowhere near Dean's type, but the two had been attracted to one another. It had started off great. They had spent most of their free time together and had even moved in together. Victor had often stopped by the bar while Dean was working to flirt. Then one night Dean caught Victor eyeing a guy from across the bar. When he'd asked him about it, Victor had merely said they were co-workers. That night, Dean got home a little early from the bar. When he walked in, he found Victor and the guy he'd been eyeing all night in their bed. He'd been furious, but he'd also been hurt. He packed his stuff that night, telling the guy not to worry, that he was leaving. Victor had tried to talk him into staying, but Dean had just told him to go to hell, and that had been the end of it. Dean moved into Sam's apartment and that's the way things were now. He was living with his little brother, but he didn't mind.

The whole thing with Victor gave him some trust issues. That was to be expected, of course, after walking in on his boyfriend cheating on him. It had taken a little while to get back up on his feet and ready to get out there, but a week ago he had decided he was ready. He was just looking for the right guy to get back out there with.

He finished up the car he was working on and turned back to the woman with a semi-forced smile. If she could tell it was faked, she didn't comment. "There we go, all fixed. I hope what you witnessed earlier didn't scare you off. I promise it's not always that exciting."

She smiled politely at him and nodded. "Of course not. I can definitely relate to asshole ex's. Thanks again for this. I'll definitely be referring you." This time his smile was more genuine as he watched her climb into her car and drive away. Well, at least he would be getting some more business out of it.

He turned and saw Bobby and Jo watching him. "What?" Bobby rolled his eyes, but went back into his office. He didn't get so lucky with Jo. "What do you think that was all about? He seemed especially dick-ish today."

Dean shrugged his shoulders, wiping his hands off on the rag he kept in his back pocket. "Who knows. I have a feeling he'll be back though."

He felt his phone go off once more and slipped it out. Gabriel had texted him back. You are so clueless sometimes, it surprises me. With all those good looks. You'd think you'd be smarter. Huh. Guess we'll have to just see what happens tonight then, won't we? ;)

He had absolutely no idea what he meant, so he just slipped his phone back into his pocket, not even bothering to reply. The day went on slowly until around lunch when business quickly picked up. Soon, he had no time to dwell on what Gabriel could possibly have meant by his last text.

He went about his day, fixing cars, flirting a little bit with customers to get them to loosen up a bit and hopefully come back. He and Jo would throw the usual insults towards each other. It was practically tradition to make fun of each other as they worked. Bobby would always roll his eyes at the two of them and mutter something under his breath. Dean swears it sounded like he was saying idjits, but he couldn't be sure.

Soon it was closing time. Dean and Jo left Bobby to do his usual rounds as they showered, changed, and made their way over to the Roadhouse to start their shifts there.

SPN

Dean was glad it was getting to be a slow night at the bar that night. He was exhausted from working at the shop all day and could use the mellower pace. There weren't many customers that night since it was a Monday and most people had work the next day, so they stayed home. They got the usual bar junkies, sports lovers who came for beer, bar nuts, and the tv, and then they had the occasional family who came in for a sit-down meal.

Dean leaned up against the counter and took a deep breath, letting everything that had happened that day take over his mind. He didn't really want to think about it, but there was nothing else to do.

Gabe walked around the corner and could practically see the anxiety rolling off of Dean. "What's got your panties in a twist, Dean-o?" He rolled his eyes and looked over at Gabe who was slowly wiping down the bar. "Victor came into the shop earlier. Almost scared off a customer."

Gabe stopped what he was doing and turned towards him. "You're kidding. What the hell did that dickwad want? More ego stroking?"

He couldn't help but laugh and let his anxiety slowly slip away. "Who knows. I told him to get off the property unless he was going to arrest me or he had a warrant. And then Jo escorted him to the door."

Gabe pulled out a twix bar seemingly from nowhere and stared munching on it. "Better be careful. Knowing him he'll show up one of these days and he really will arrest you. Wouldn't put it past him. I always did picture him as a kinky son of a bitch."

"Who's a kinky son of a bitch?" Sam just happened to walk into the bar at that particular time and catch it. Dean rolled his eyes and pointed towards Gabe, making Gabe roll his eyes as well.

Sam walked up to the bar and sat down on one of the stools. Dean pulled a beer out and set it down in front of him, earning a thankful smile from Sam. Gabe made his way over to the brothers and continued talking around the remainder of his twix. "Dean-o here was just telling me about how the ex from Hell was at the shop today."

Sam's eyebrows flew up his forehead and he looked at Dean. "What'd he want? More trouble?" Dean sighed and shrugged. "Probably. Jo escorted him out before he got down to business. But it wasn't until after he managed to almost scare off a customer and threaten me. That guy's a douche."

Sam practically choked on his beer as Gabe choked on his candy bar. Dean couldn't help but laugh at the two of them. "Wait, you never said he threatened you! What did he say?"

He busied himself with straightening out some of the bottles while he talked. "All he said was having a lot of attitude with a federal agent can get me into a lot of trouble. So I had Jo show him the door. It's no big deal. He's all talk and no action."

"More like too much action if you ask me," Gabe muttered under his breath, which caused Dean to shoot him a glare. It was at that moment that Mr. High and Mighty himself decided to make an appearance. Dean sighed when he saw him come in. He had had a feeling he'd show up that night. Sam and Gabe tensed, which caused Jo to tense as she walked by. They were all prepared for the worst.

Victor sat at the very end of the bar, the furthest away from Sam and their group. Dean walked over to him, not intending on serving him, just finding out what he wanted.

"So, what? You're stalking me now?" Victor rolled his eyes. "You wish you were that special, Dean. No, I merely came here to give you something."

At Dean's lack of reply, he pulled out a manila envelope from his suit jacket and laid it on the bar in between them. Dean didn't even look at it. "What's that?"

"Why don't you open it and you'll find out." Dean stared at him for a moment before finally opening the envelope. He pulled out some papers and stared at the first page.

Cas walked in while no one was paying attention. Gabe, Jo, Sam and now Ellen were watching what was going on between Dean and another man sitting at the bar. As Cas approached, he realized that they couldn't hear what was being said, but it was obvious whatever was going on wasn't good. Sam jumped as Cas sat down next to him.

"What's going on?" Gabe turned towards his little brother with the most serious look on his face Cas had ever seen. "That's Dean's ex, Victor. Every time they see each other ever since they broke up they do nothing but argue. The guy had the nerve to show up at Dean's shop earlier today and threaten him. Now he shows up at his other job and it doesn't look like it's going very well…"

Dean was staring at the papers in his hand incredulously. He looked up at Victor in confusion. "You're suing me? For what?" Sam and the others still couldn't hear what was going on. Dean made sure to keep his voice down so far. He didn't want to attract unnecessary attention.

"I'm suing you for theft. After you left, I found two thousand dollars missing from my account. You're the one I was with. So, I'm suing you for it." Dean just stared at him for moment, trying to figure out if he was actually serious.

"You're kidding me, right?" Victor shook his head, completely serious. And that's when all of Dean's self-control crumbled.

"You're telling me that you're suing me for stealing two thousand dollars that you damn well know I don't have? I'm working two jobs and yet you really think that I went and stole your damn money?"

Victor only shrugged which made Dean even angrier. "You have some nerve, you know that? Coming to both places where I work, threatening me at one and then suing me at another? Did you ever stop to think that maybe it was the guy you cheated on me with that stole your damn money? I don't want anything to do with you and you know that. So then why the hell would I steal two thousand dollars? You're unbelievable."

"He wasn't the one pissed as high hell that night. And frankly, you didn't have to leave. You could have stayed and had some fun. It didn't have to end the way it did. You just overreacted." Dean blanched. "Overreacted? You think I overreacted. We were in a serious relationship where we were living together. I came home and caught you cheating on me and yet you think I'm overreacting?"

Victor rolled his eyes. "You always were one for over theatrics, you know that, Dean? So why don't you just hand over the money and I'll forget this even happened. I'll drop the lawsuit and we can both go our merry ways, never seeing each other again."

Dean's eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth. "I don't have your damn money, Victor. We were together for quite a while and you know me pretty well, so you should know that I wouldn't just take your money. I don't take money from anyone. Not even from self-absorbed, egotistical, douchebags."

His voice was starting to rise the angrier he got. "How about you take your damn high and mighty self and get the hell out. I never want to see you again. Do you hear me? If you so much as step one foot into my shop again without a warrant, I'll be the one doing the suing. Now get the hell out."

Victor leaned forward on his elbows. "This isn't your property, babe. You can't kick me out, remember?" Suddenly Ellen was standing behind Dean. "No, but I can. Now I suggest you get the hell out of here before I call the cops. I don't give a rats ass if you are one or not. I'll have you arrested for harassment of one of my employees. And don't even think about coming back without a warrant either."

They weren't sure what exactly had gone down between Dean and Victor, but they all knew that it was bad. They watched as Victor stood and made his way to the door, glaring at Dean the entire way. "I'll see you in court, Dean." With that, he left and Dean was left with silence.

The entire bar had fallen into silence as Dean's voice had risen when he told him to get out. No one moved, not sure what to do or say. Finally, Dean stared down at the papers he'd thrown back down onto the bar. "What the hell did he mean by, 'See you in court'?" Dean glanced back at Sam while Ellen picked the top page up to get a better look. She read it over and then looked up at Dean. "I know for a damn fact that you didn't do this. So why the hell is he suing you for it?"

He shook his head, suddenly exhausted with everything that had happened. He picked up the papers and they moved down the bar to where their group was. He set the papers down in front of Sam. "Know any good lawyers?" Sam looked up at him, worried. He was still in law school, so he couldn't represent him. "Actually, I do. Let me look at these."

Dean suddenly realized that Cas had joined the group at some point and gave him a tired smile. "Looks like you showed up just in time for the show." Cas looked up at him with a reassuring smile. "Nothing like a little excitement to liven things up." Dean snorted and suddenly he felt a little better. He wasn't sure why. He was being sued by his ex-boyfriend who couldn't seem to leave him alone, he didn't have the money for a lawyer, and he was single when he didn't want to be. His smile turned genuine as he chuckled to himself.

Gabe watched as Dean seemed to lighten up a bit, basically from just a smile his little brother threw his way. He smiled to himself as he watched the two silently flirt, throwing looks in the other's direction. It was like watching someone get sucked into something. They both seemed to be hypnotized by the other. Sam looked up from the papers and noticed Gabe watching Dean and Cas, which made him watch the two. A smile slowly spread across his face as he realized his brother liked Cas.

"Um, if you don't mind, Dean, I'll take these to one of my professors and talk about the best course of action. And I'll find you an affordable lawyer." Dean broke his eye contact with Cas and looked at Sam. "Yeah, sounds great. I really appreciate it. Comes in handy having a law student as your little pain-in-the-ass brother."

Sam rolled his eyes, but smiled, trying to keep the air light. He knew Dean had enough on his plate and wanted to see his brother happy instead of stressed out. "Hey, Gabe, will you come here for a sec?"

Gabe stepped away from Dean and Cas, who started up a small conversation while Dean wiped down some glasses absentmindedly. "Yes, my Samsquatch?" Sam rolled his eyes, but he secretly loved the nickname his boyfriend had given him.

"We need to get those two together. I don't know about Castiel, but it's obvious Dean likes him since he's already getting less stressed out. It's not easy to de-stress, Dean. Especially when it's about Henrickson."

Gabe nodded, looking back at the two. "I agree. When they met this morning at the café, they seemed to hit it off. Dean-o even gave Cassie a nickname right off the bat. He started calling him Cas." Sam's eyes widened. "They met this morning?"

Gabe looked back at him and smiled. "Yeah, they were standing right next to each in line. If it hadn't been for me walking in, they probably wouldn't have even spoken to each other. As soon as I walked in the doors, I was almost knocked off my feet by the sheer sexual tension alone. Hell, it's radiating off of them."

Sam snorted and looked at his big brother. He was laughing softly at something Cas had said. "Called him Cas, huh? I think we should brainstorm later. Maybe even get Jo in on it." Gabe's face lit up. "Oh, you're on. This is going to be sweeter than my sweet tooth." Sam closed his eyes, laughing at Gabe. He had a soft spot for that man. Jo materialized next to Sam and dropped her voice so that only he and Gabe could hear her. "Is it just me or are Dean and Castiel really hitting it off?"

They filled her in on their plan. She was definitely in. She held her hand out to both of them. "Operation: Boyfriend is hereby in action." Sam and Gabe both rolled their eyes, but put their hands in, getting pumped to get their brothers together.

Again, sorry for posting and then taking it down, and putting up another chapter all in the same day...At least I added more, right? Review and tell me what you thought of the revisions! ^.^ Please and thank you =)