Crowley swaggered into Castiel's bar after all of the hype about Michael Novak supposedly having been killed there had died down. He ignored, or was oblivious to, the stares in his direction by a blonde man, an abnormally tall brunette haired man, a blonde woman around his own age, another brunette haired man about his height, and a fairly attractive brunette haired woman. "Castiel," Crowley began, sitting down at the bar. "I've heard rumours that you've left the Underworld for good this time."

The bartender barely reacted to this new piece of information. "It is unwise to believe everything that you hear, Crowley. What drink will you have?"

"Red wine. Now, I understand that you killed Michael Novak here a few weeks ago." Crowley smiled, amused. "I suppose I should congratulate you on your success." He raised the glass Castiel placed on the bar in front of him. "To you, for doing what many others failed to do."

Castiel sighed, returning to the other end of the bar where he could converse with the only group of people in the bar. None of them said anything, each choosing to instead focus on finishing their drinks. The blonde woman was the one to approach Crowley, effectively breaking the silence. "What brings you down to Castiel's bar? You said it yourself, that you'd heard he was leaving the Underworld completely."

The mob boss smirked. "What's a pretty little thing like yourself asking about such dangerous things?" He reached out to rest a hand on her face, her barely polite smile staying firm on her face. Behind her, the really tall, moose-like brunette man and the slightly shorter blonde man both started to rise out of their chairs.

The blonde woman's smile didn't falter, even when Crowley's hand was resting on her face. She held up a hand for the two men to stay where they were, despite their obvious protective natures towards her. "Get your damn hand off of my face if you don't want it broken." Crowley's hand jerked away as if he'd been burned. She had a venom in her voice that said that no one wanted to mess with her if they valued their lives. "Good. Now, why are you here?"

"To size up the opposition," the short brunette man said from behind the blonde woman. "It's in his nature to visit them and see their power against his."

"I see," the woman said, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Well, how about this? Your opposition consists of two officially dead people, three people on the Novak's most wanted list, and a lawyer. How does that seem to you?"

Crowley laughed in her face. "Incredibly pathetic. This is what you have on your side, Castiel?" He leaned around the woman to look at the bartender.

She smiled again, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "What if I told you they were all in this bar right now? Oh, and that they're all armed?" When Crowley only smiled in response, the woman nodded. "That's what I thought your response would be." Within ten seconds, she pulled out her sidearm and was pointing it at his face. "Now," she continued. "The next time you get cocky and decide to swagger in here like you own the place, remember. Castiel's got some pretty dangerous friends. And if anyone comes 'round asking about Castiel, tell them what I told you. You're gonna have to go through a lot more than four walls to get to him."

He held his hands up in a surrender of sorts. "Very well then. Who shall I say the message is from?"

The woman smiled. "Mary Campbell Winchester." Crowley paled at her name. "I thought you might've heard of me, Mister Crowley. Now run along." Crowley was gone in less than a minute. Mary turned back to the others, a satisfied look on her face. "I forgot how good it felt, intimidating mob bosses like that."

Sam rolled his eyes and Dean grinned. "I'm pretty sure he wet his pants when he heard your name, Mom," her eldest commented, taking a swig from his beer.

Lisa raised her beer in a toast. "It's a talent that not many people can hone. You've got my respect, Mama Winchester." Mary smiled at the brunette, returning to the elder woman's previous seat. "So, Dean," Lisa continued, turning her attention back to Dean. "Are you and Castiel going to elope or get secretly married?"

Obviously Dean chose the wrong moment to take a sip of his own beer. Gabriel high-fived Lisa as Dean tried to clear his windpipe of beer. "Cassie might wanna get secretly married. I don't think eloping an option for them, given that we all already know about them."

"Their marriage wouldn't really be secret since, like Gabriel said, we already know about them," Mary added.

Castiel furrowed his eyebrows. "I was unaware that Dean and I would be getting married."

Gabriel grinned. "Ah, Cassie. We're only screwing with you, you know that."

Dean coughed again. "God, I hate all of you. A little warning would've been nice."

Mary pulled Dean over to her, one of her arms hooked around her eldest's neck. "Oh, you know we love you too much for that," she replied before planting a kiss on the side of his head. Dean rolled his eyes, a response to which Sam laughed at. "Now, I think we should leave you and Castiel alone. Goodness knows we haven't given you any alone time since that day after the incident."

Lisa grinned, downing another shot. "Honestly I'd like to see them undress each other with their eyes again, but I guess we can go." She stood up from her chair and stretched. "I'd also like another kiss from Dean but that might be too much." The brunette waved a hand at Castiel. "He's all yours now, Castiel. Good luck, you two." With that, she turned and walked out of the bar, absentmindedly humming to herself.

No one said anything for a few moments. "Well," Mary began. "I wasn't quite expecting that reaction but it works." She stood after giving Dean another kiss on the side of his head, walking over to Castiel. "He can be an idiot sometimes, but I think he's worth it in the end."

"Will you stick around, Mom?" Sam and Dean gave Mary identical looks of hope, Sam's puppy eyes making the decision before she even really had a chance to think about the consequences of staying in one place for too long.

She nodded. "Yeah. I think I've been running for long enough. It's time for me to hang around for a while." Mary smiled at her boys. "Alright. I'm gonna let Dean and Castiel have some time to themselves. Anyone wanna come with?"

Gabriel raised his hand. "I'll come with you, but only if I can drag Samsquatch here along."

Sam rolled his eyes, a smile on his face. "Yeah, I'll go with you, Gabriel." He finished his drink before standing up. "See you later, Dean?"

His older brother nodded, smiling. "See you later, Sammy. You too, Mom." Gabriel held his hands out, waiting for his goodbye. "Yeah, I'll see you around too, Gabriel."

"So," Castiel said after he and Dean had watched Mary, Sam, and Gabriel leave the bar. "What's your opinion on Sam and Gabriel?"

Dean huffed out a breath. "Sam's not just gonna be one of Gabriel's one night stands, is he?"

Castiel shook his head. "I don't believe so. If anything, this allows you an opportunity to do the same to Gabriel as he did to you."

The blonde nodded. "Alright, I'll give him that."

Neither of them said anything for a while, each in their own heads. "So," Castiel began. "What now?"

Dean smiled, leaning forwards onto the bar and interlocking his fingers with Castiel's. "I've got a few things to take care of back home, namely closing down the business and probably selling the place I've got there." Castiel stared at him, making Dean smile a little more. "I was thinking about moving around here. I mean, Sammy's here, Mom's here. Bobby'd probably give me a job without much fuss."

A slow smile crossed Castiel's face. "Dean Winchester, are you asking if you can move in with me?" The blonde shrugged a little, looking at where his and Castiel's hands were resting on the bar. "You fucking idiot." Dean suddenly looked up at the bartender, alarmed, but Castiel only smiled fondly back at him. "Of course you can move in with me. Why on Earth would you think I'd say anything else?"

"Commitment issues?" Dean asked, a small smile on his face again.

Castiel huffed out a laugh. "Yours or mine?"

The P.I. shrugged. "Both, I guess." He looked back down at his hand. "Do you ever…" Dean shook his head, stopping the question in its tracks.

"What?"

Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. "It's cheesy."

Castiel smiled. "When have I ever blamed you for something that you said?"

"True enough," Dean conceded. "Do you ever get the feeling like we've done this before, all of this, just somewhere else, like in another time?"

The dark brunette shrugged, considering Dean's words. "Sometimes it feels like we've been through a lot more than we actually have together." He turned his hand and Dean's hand over, avoiding the P.I.'s eyes. "I understand that I have already answered this question," Castiel began, "however, it has occurred to me that I do not know what your answer would be."

Dean smiled at Castiel, a warm fuzzy feeling settling in his chest. "What question would that be?"

"If you could regret any or all of you actions that led to our meeting and the events that followed, would you?" Castiel stopped himself after a moment. "I am aware that this is probably a terrible question to ask you, given that you've just asked if you can move in with me, however you have spent the past five or so years believing that I was dead, so I figured it would be relevant of me to ask."

The blonde leaned forward to stop Castiel's babbling with a kiss. "Course I don't regret it, Cas, any of it."

Castiel stopped for a second, a little stunned. "Oh." He opened his mouth to continue, only that nothing came out.

Dean's smile grew as he watched Castiel in the dark brunette's speechlessness. "I didn't think you'd need me to say it. I mean, it feels better now that I have said it, but I thought you already knew." Castiel slowly mirrored Dean's smile. "We really are a couple of idiots, aren't we?"

The bartender shrugged. "I wouldn't call us idiots. Maybe more trusting," he continued. "We seem more likely to not make that mistake again."

"Eh," Dean replied. "That's probably because it took us so long to get here in the first place." He was quiet for a moment, just looking at Castiel. "Wanna go get dinner?"

Castiel nodded. "I think a proper dinner after all of this time is in order." He leaned over to look around Dean to the bar's door. "No, Gabriel, you may not come." Dean and Castiel watched as Gabriel threw his hands up in innocence. Once he was gone, they turned back to each other. "Would you care for a drink, Mister Winchester?"

"I'd like that, Castiel." Dean nodded, the smile on his face glowing the exact same way Castiel's was. "I'd like that."

A/N: And so ends "Of All The Bars".