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Any road on with la show.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Thursday afternoon found Castiel being dragged from his shop by Gabriel so they could sort out what he was going to wear that evening for his date. Though Castiel didn't know what all the bother was about. He had been very tempted to call Balthazar and cancel, only the thought that Gabriel would make it his life's mission to make his world hell stopped him. That and the fact that Gabriel had stolen Balthazar's number the minute he left the store, refusing to give it to him. Gabriel knew him well. (Hello, he's your bro Cas, course he knows you.)
"So. I'm thinking some nice tight trousers and a sexy shirt." Gabriel said making his way carefully into his brother's room so he could go through his closet.
"Fine." Castiel agreed with a smirk. He knew what the items Gabriel had just suggested were but he also knew his brother won't find them in his wardrobe. The only smart thing he had was his suit that he wore to meet Bobby.
Gabriel was curious why Castiel had agreed so readily but after a few minutes going through his clothes he realised why. Little Cassie didn't own any tight, form-fitting clothing, damn him. But Gabriel had been prepared for this. It was why they were doing it now.
"Right. We're going shopping Cassie. Grab your coat." and with that Gabriel grabbed Castiel's wrist before his mind could think to form any kind of protest and marched him out the door.

Dean was sitting at his desk tapping his pen on the pad in front of him, wondering if there was any way he could cancel on Lisa. It wasn't that he didn't like her, Charlie was right she was gorgeous, it's just he didn't think they were really a very good fit. (Hmm, I wonder why.)
As he sat there thinking these things Sam walked through the precincts door.

Sam had been updated by the Queen that her agent had organised a date for Dean with a woman from the CPS and he had strangely also received a call from Dean's new partner about it, which confused him somewhat but it had given him a perfect reason to drop by and check that Dean was ready for it. And that he had a good plan for the evening. He wasn't about to let his brother blow this.
With these thoughts he made his way over to Dean.
"Hey Dean." he said when he was in front of his brother.
The sound of Sam's voice startled Dean out of his ruminations his eyes going up to his brothers.
"Sam. What's up?" he asked, confused about what he was doing here.
"Well I heard on the grape vine that you had a date tonight." Sam replied smirking at his brother and leaning against his desk.
"What the hell grape vine did you hear that from?" Dean asked incredulously. It wasn't like he and Sam hung out with the same people. Plus the only ones who knew where his colleagues. At that thought his eyes widened as he looked at Sam's smirking face.
When Sam saw Dean's look of realisation he moved his eyes to the desk next to his.
Dean followed him and found himself looking at his new rookie partner. Garth just waved at him and smiled causing Dean to groan and put his head down on his desk.
Why the hell had Garth called his brother? The answer to that was simple. Charlie. Like I said she was very good at her job. And she was well aware that she had bullied Dean into the date. She therefore had to make sure he went, and Garth it seemed was a willing recruit to her scheme. (Sorry Dean.)
Dean raised his head giving Garth an 'I'll deal with you later' look before turning back to Sam.
"Yeah I've got a date. What of it?" He asked defensively.
"Just wondering what you had planned." Sam replied nonchalantly.
"Why?" Dean was seriously confused about why his brother was so interested.
"Umm, maybe because you haven't had a date in so long I guess you've forgotten what to do on one." Sam replied raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"What would you know about dates Sammy, you've been with Jess since college." Dean snapped in reply.
"True. But we still have date night." Sam replied inwardly laughing at his brother's response. He was going to help him make this the best damn date ever. (Sorry Sammy. However good a date, if the person with you isn't right nothing in the world can make it that great.)

"Fine. Whatever." Dean replied. He didn't need this now.

"So where you taking her?" Sam asked glad that his brother had capitulated.

"I thought we could go to The Roadhouse and grab a burger and beer." Dean replied. He hadn't really thought about where he was going to take Lisa. He was too busy thinking about not taking her anywhere.

"God Dean. Your such an idiot." Sam said with a roll of his eyes.

"What? What's wrong with that?" Dean asked in defence of his non plan.

"You can't take her on a first date to The Roadhouse." Sam said slowly as if explaining to a child. Before Dean could comment on the way he was treating him he continued. "Look Jess and I had a table booked at La Caesar's for tonight. You can take that." He finished lying through his teeth, he had in actual fact booked the table at the fancy restaurant for his brother and his date.

"What? Why would I go to a place like that?" Dean asked bewildered, he had never stepped through the door of that place without Sam or Jess with him.

"Cos it's a nice place to take your date. Now the tables booked for 7.30. Oh and Dean? Where a suit." Sam continued ignoring his brother's bewilderment.

"What?" Dean screeched. "Oh man I hate my court suit." He continued whining.

"Wait your telling me you only have the one suit?" Sam asked shocked. How could someone live with only one suit? (Umm, quite easily? Maybe?)

"Uh, yeah Sammy. I'm a detective remember? Not really much need for wearing a suit to work." Dean replied with a roll of his eyes. His brother seemed to think that everyone lived in suits like him.

"Do you have anything smart to wear?" Sam asked closing his eyes. He had a horrible feeling he already knew the answer to that question.

"What's wrong with what I've got on?" Dean asked spreading his arms so Sam could take in the ripped jeans, tight tee and plaid shirt.

"Right that's it we're going shopping." Sam said grabbing Dean's leather jacket, when he saw that Dean hadn't moved he snapped "NOW." At his brother.

Dean just sat there. What the hell? But before he could think of any reply to his crazy brother he found himself being hauled to his feet by the long haired giant and dragged towards the door. Behind him Garth shouted "don't worry Dean I'll cover for you." With a smile and a wave at the two brothers as they left.

(Oh, look. It seems everyone is going shopping today. I wonder how many clothes shops there are in this fictional town?)