A/N: So here we go on to the next chapter. Enjoy...or try to anyway.
BTW I dont own AC or Supernatural in anyway so bummer on the whole Dean/Cas cannon thing. How can these boys not see how in love with each other they are, I mean really, come on! Gabriel is gonna be in this story too because I love him. I'm not going the whole brothers route like most stories I've read but he and Cas are going to be very close.
Present Day, Maine
Castiel backed his F4 CC Agusta into the lot beside the bar. He shut off the ignition and put the key into the pocket of his coat. He pulled the coat tighter around himself to block out the chill in the autumn air. He picked up the chain he left attached to the iron fence that lined the parking lot and looped in through the back wheel, connecting each end with a combination lock.
He may live in the small town asshole of southern Maine but he knew better than anyone, everywhere there were people and people everywhere stole shit. He sure as hell wasn't gonna make it easy for anyone. Especially when it came to his bike.
This bike was the only thing of value he had really, and damn it she was a beauty. Cost him a hell of a lot too but his last job two years ago had pulled him in a hundred and thirty grand.
What better way to remember his days as a kick ass master thief than with a motorcycle not even God himself could catch if he really opened her up. Castiel turned and began to walk the short distance to The Horseman Bar and Grill. A hole in the wall he had been condemned to after he went legit, gotta pay rent somehow and a man with his particular skill set had very few options.
Hell it wasn't as if he had much of a choice when it came to a career growing up anyway. Kids who are left abandoned on the front steps of a Catholic orphanage in Pennsylvania as an infant with no name or record of even existing aren't gonna become president of the United States.
The nuns at St. Michaels did treat him well though. Sister Anna even gave him his name. She named him for the day they found him. Castiel, the angel of Thursday. He guessed they gave him the last name Smith because they already had too many Doe's. At least he got a best friend out of the deal, speaking of.
"Cassie!" rang out loud through the crowded room as Castiel opened the front door. Said best friend, Gabriel Godwin, gave him a large smile and an enthusiastic wave from his place behind the bar. Castiel raised a hand and offered an affectionate smile in response.
Gabriel Godwin had been Castiel's best friend for the past nine years. Gabriel's parents died when he was seventeen and because he would be legal in a year and he had no other family they placed him in St. Michaels where he met Cas. They had been inseparable ever since.
When they left St. Michaels a year later they headed to the place most people think they'll find sucess, New York City. They lived in a cramped apartment and worked dead end jobs for a while until they met Balthazar.
Balthazar Blake was a charming English man who filled their ears with promises of wealth in exchange for what started out as petty theft and escalated quickly into high scale robbery. By the time they were twenty-two they had managed to make quite a name for themselves in the world of organized crime as the two you went to when you wanted a high risk job done right.
They worked like a well oiled machine.
Gabriel could talk almost any information out of anyone. He could finagle his way into the oval office if he really wanted to, Castiel figured, and sometimes he swore Gabriel had some sort of sixth sense that would tell him exactly where every person in a certain location would be at any given time and where they were going to be at any point in the future.
ESP maybe, or just really good recon work, one could never tell with Gabe.
Castiel could get in and out of just about anywhere and never leave a trace. He had reflexes like a cat and he knew the exact where's and how's of a job before they even got there. It was just a skill he had, he could look at the blueprints of a house or a facility and it was instantly a solid picture in his mind. Every corridor and room, entry and exit, he could still walk every place they ever hit with his eyes closed.
But that part of his life was over now, no matter how good you were there were still close calls and Gabriel had saved his ass more times than Castiel would admit. Gabe finally convinced him to walk the straight and narrow, and though it took some convincing for Balthazar to let his two best requisitioners walk away, after one last heist that left everyone's pockets very full, walk away they finally did. Moving to a small town in Maine where no one knew them and they could start fresh.
That was two years and a lifetime ago.
Although it had been considerably safer, Castiel thought to himself, he missed it most days. Missed the thrill and the recognition of a job well done, but most of the time what he really missed was the money. Especially when his only source of income these days was this shit hole. But he had Gabe and his motorcycle so he guessed life wasn't complete shit, today anyway.
"Hello Gabriel" Castiel said as he lifted the partition and walked behind the bar. "You seem to be in a louder mood than usual, which is saying a lot. You haven't been in the peppermint schnapps again have you?"
"Why Cassie, you offend me!" Gabriel raised his hand to his heart "Why would you think I had to be drinking to be in a good mood?"
"Umm because you work here?" Castiel replied as he began setting up a line of shots for the group of men at the end of the bar who looked as if they had had enough already but what the hell, they were only his problem if they started breaking shit.
Gabriel finished up making the dirty martini, two olives and slid it to the waiting woman with a wink. "Oh cynical much? Come on man, would it kill you to at least pretend to be happy? Come on give me a smile."
"I save smiles for my nights off." The dark haired man replied as he filled the shot glasses with Jim Beam and slid them one by one down the bar.
"I spend most off nights with you and therefore I can officially call bullshit. I hardly ever see you crack a smile anymore Cassie. You know what would turn that frown upside down?" Gabriel's eyebrows wagged and Castiel knew what was coming next.
Castiel placed the bottle of Beam back under the bar and turned to face the other man. "I know what you're going to say and no, I do not think meaningless sex with a random stranger will cure all that ails me Gabriel."
"Well how do you know if you've never tried it before?" Gabriel was currently flipping and tossing bottles into the air and catching them with ease as he prepared two drinks for a couple of women who just took up residence at his end of the bar. They didn't call him the Trickster for nothing.
"I just know alright. A one-night stand will do nothing but make me feel even worse about myself. I can't just be one of those people who has sex to have sex."
"Kinda like me you mean?" Gabriel said as he finished the drinks with a flair and handed them off to the very impressed looking women with a smile.
"You know I mean no offense, but I want it to mean something. I want some sort of connection that goes beyond that." Castiel sighed.
"I know Cassie, no hard feelings. But how are you supposed to find anything like that when all you do is work, sleep, and hang out with me?"
He turned to put the bottles back into their places on the wall behind the bar and then flung an arm around the other mans shoulder. "I mean, I know I am astoundingly great company but ya gotta get out there."
"What's the point? I have nothing of value to offer anyone and I'm not very skilled in the art of dating as you well know."
"Ha, oh do I ever. I remember the disaster date that wasn't. What was his name again, Zeke?"
A chill went though Castiel as he remembered that. Poor Zeke, he never should have let Gabe talk him into going to that Indian restaurant. A shared night in the E.R with a severe case of food poisoning does not a second date make.
"Yes it was Zeke, and I appreciate the flashbacks. I will never be able to smell curry again without a trashcan in the near vicinity." he huffed, pinning an ice cold glare in Gabriel's direction.
"How was I supposed to know the place was a death trap?" Gabriel threw his hands up in innocence. "I never ate there personally but that girl with the amazing ass, what was her name, Tali, said it was awesome."
"Well it's good to know you get your culinary advice from women you pick up at work." Castiel replied as shrugged out from under the arm around his shoulder and took out a rag to wipe down the bar. "The confidence it instills is staggering."
"Ah don't hate me cause you ain't me"
Castiel stopped wiping and closed his eyes in frustration. He shook his head. "Never say that again."
Gabriel grinned and let out a loud laugh slapping his hand onto Castiel's shoulder causing him to open his eyes and look at the other man, he could feel a small smile work its way unbidden onto his face. "Your breath smells like peppermint by the way."
Gabriel stopped laughing long enough to let a surprised look cross his face before he started chuckling again. "Now that my dear friend, is entirely beside the point."
Hope you liked it. Dean will show up in the next chapter I promise, then the fun shall begin. Reviews are much appreciated. I love those who love me!
