Hello again my lovelies. I'm back. Just like to thank all of you who have favoured and followed this story so far. The response was amazing to just one chapter. I would also like to thank Guest, CastiellaWinchester94 and Mummabro for their lovely reviews.

So anyway let's get on with it shall we?

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Charlie sat on her throne. Yes I said throne after all you can't be a queen without a throne can you? She was reading through all the applications she had received for her dating service the day before, narrowing it down to a group whom she would then look up on the net.

Having read thorough them all she had managed to narrow it down to 30 people which she would then google. (and not use any illegal means to find information on these people. Honest. Okay I wouldn't believe that either.) By doing this she managed to half the number.

That left her with 15 applicants that she would invite to the next step of the interview process. Not that her clients where aware she was interviewing then but still it was the best analogy she could come up with.

Before she proceeded with the next part of her plan she pulled up the two applications that she was in half a mind about. Something about them caught her eye. Firstly the two men were not the usual kind of people she had applying for her agency, a police detective and a bookshop owner, and second she wasn't 100% sure that they had filled the questionnaires in themselves, I mean who would put down as their biggest weakness emotional constipation or social ineptitude? (Who indeed?) But she was intrigued by the men. With that thought she went back to her computer to find all she could about Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester.

After an extensive (and I mean extensive, hell she even now knew their favourite colours, Dean's is blue and Castiel's green, just in case you were wondering) search she decided that she would give these two guys a go. She had been becoming bored at how easy her job had become and these two might just liven it up at bit. (You have no idea honey.)

With that thought she sent out the emails to her 17 new clients.

Gabriel was sitting at his counter when his phone went telling him his new special email address had a message.

Dear Castiel,

You are cordially invited to a night of merriment and social interactions this Friday evening at the Ballroom Bar.

Regally

The Queen of Moondoor.

Having read through the invite Gabriel thought for a moment. He would try to get his brother there, but if he failed would it really matter that much? (Yes.)

Sam was sitting at his desk going through some paper work when the email came through for Dean inviting him to the Queen of Moondoor's social event that Friday.

Sam wondered if he could get Dean there. But if he didn't it wouldn't really matter would it? (Yes.)

It was Friday night and Gabriel had decided that the best approach to get Castiel away from his books was just to drag him. With that thought in his head he entered his brother's shop only to find him not there. Instead his over exuberate assistant Becky was behind the counter. Now on principle Gabriel avoided Becky like the plague. She scared the crap out of him. But he needed to know where his brother was so plastering on his fake happy smile he made his way to the counter.

"Hi Becky. Is Castiel around?" He asked.

"Gabriel." She screeched causing him to wince at the volume. Really how could someone work in a book shop and be that loud? "He went home. Said he was going out tonight. I thought it would be with you." She continued completely oblivious to the fact that Gabriel felt like his ears were bleeding. He really needed to persuade his brother to get a new assistant.

"Yeah it is. Thanks. Bye." He said as he stealthily made his way out the bookshop door, but not before he heard Becky scream a goodbye extra loudly at him.

With a shake of his head to remove the ringing from Becky's voice, (you know she's really not that bad Gabriel) he made his way to the back door which opened up to the apartment above the store.

Making his way up Gabriel had to wonder where Cassie was going this evening. It's not like he actually had a social life or anything so what was he doing?

Sam finished off the paper he was working on and decided he could leave the rest until Monday. With that thought he pulled out his phone to see if Dean remembered that he had agreed to go drinking with Sam that night. Though in truth Sam was going to take him to the Ballroom Bar and leave him there at the dating agency social. The phone rang and rang and Sam was starting to get worried when finally Dean picked it up.

"Hey Sammy." He shouted down the phone. To Sam he already sounded half cut. What the hell?

"Dean. I thought we were going out tonight?" He asked pissed that his brother was already drinking, that wouldn't make a good impression at the dating agency would it?

"Yeah sorry Sammy. Just closed a massive case so the guys and I went for a drink at The Roadhouse to celebrate. Why don't you come join us? Ellen would love to see you, then we can go out after." Dean replied with a slurred voice.

"I think you've had enough already Dean. I'll see you tomorrow. Jerk." Sam replied hanging up the phone but not before he heard his brothers reply of "Bitch." From the other end.

Well it looked like Dean wouldn't be going to the social then. With that thought he pulled up the new email account and sent an email to the queen of Moondoor apologising that Dean Winchester wouldn't be able to make this evening.

Gabriel reached his brothers apartment and let himself in calling for Castiel as he did so.

"Hello Gabriel. What do you want?" Castiel asked coming out of his bedroom wearing a suit and tie. Gabriel's jaw dropped. What the hell was Cassie doing dressed like that?

"What's going on?" he demanded crossing his arms. His brother couldn't go out tonight unless it was to the dating agencies drinks party.

"I don't know what you mean." Castiel replied tilting his head in confusion at his brother. What was Gabriel talking about now?

"With the suit Cassie. Where are you going dressed like that?" Gabriel snapped.

"Don't you like it? I thought it looked quite smart." Castiel replied turning back into his room to check how he looked in his mirror. Yes he still thought he looked smart. Not that he knew much about clothing, he usually just wore whatever felt comfortable.

"You look like a tax accountant. But that's not what I asked Castiel. Where are you going in the suit?" Gabriel said emphasising the words as he followed his brother into his bedroom, which was quite a feat considering you could barely move for the piles of books everywhere.

"I am going to meet Bobby Singer." Castiel replied as if that explained everything.

"Who the hell is Bobby Singer?" Gabriel asked, hoping that this wasn't some new man in Castiel's life. He really wanted the dating agency to try and find him the perfect partner.

"He is a collector of rare books and he wants me to appraise them for him." Castiel replied as if speaking to a child. Who's Bobby Singer? How could Gabriel be so ill informed?

"Okay. So you're not going on a date or anything?" Gabriel asked warily wanting to make sure this Bobby wasn't a threat to his plan.

"No. his wife runs a bar in town. The Roadhouse I think it's called." Castiel replied confused. Normally his brother was all about him going on dates and things. But now he doesn't want him too? Why? (Best not to ask that question Cas. You might not like the answer.)

"Okay. Well…um…have fun with your books." Gabriel said walking out the door. He didn't even try and persuade Castiel to change his plans. He was well aware that if you tried to get in-between Castiel and a collection of rare books you would only injure yourself. With that thought he pulled out his phone to email the queen of Moondoor to inform her that Castiel would regretfully not be able to make it this evening.