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Gabriel walked out the bakery at 4pm Tuesday afternoon still somewhat amazed that he had agreed to help. Of course if this all went horribly wrong it would give him a chance to slash Dean's tires, and smash in his car windows. With this cheery prospect to sustain him he entered Angel Books. (Naughty Gabriel. No hurting the impala.)
Charlie was waiting behind the counter anxiously when she heard the door go. Once she saw it was Gabriel she let out a sigh of relief, she knew she had no chance of success without him.
"Okay I'm here. So where is he?" Gabriel said with a put upon sigh.
"In the office." Charlie replied.
With a nod Gabriel made him way round the counter and to the office.
Castiel was sitting at his desk, supposedly doing paper work but in reality staring into space wondering how he was going to pick up his destroyed life without Dean. He had spent the last evening hugging the pillow Dean had always used when he had stayed over at his. It still smelt of him, god how Castiel missed his Dean. He had even found himself wavering in his decision to end it. Maybe be they could make it work? Though he was well aware that that was just fantasy. In reality it would never work.
Gabriel stood in the doorway to the office and just observed his brother for a minute. He didn't move, didn't make any sign that he had heard him. Just sat there as if turned to stone. It worried Gabriel. He just hoped that doing what he was about to do was the right decision.
"Hey Cassie how you doing?" Gabriel finally said from his place leaning against the doorframe.
"Don't ask stupid questions." Was Castiel's emotionless response.
"Okay then. It's time for you to close up shop for the day." Gabriel said in his annoyingly cheerful voice making Castiel check the time on his clock.
"No it's not Gabriel, it is only just gone 4." He replied puzzled by his brother.
"Yeah well I've decided we're going out tonight." Was Gabriel's response.
"Why?" Castiel questioned. (Oh good question. Wouldn't we all like to know?)
"Cos everyone knows the cure for a broken heart is copious amounts of alcohol and ice-cream." Gabriel replied confidently.
"I believe that is for drowning ones sorrows. Not a cure Gabriel." Castiel replied with a glare.
"You say potato I say patato." Gabriel said with a shrug looking very unconcerned about Castiel's lack of interest in his plan. (Or is that Dean's plan hmm?)
"What does that mean?" Castiel asked confused with Gabriel's odd response. (Really? Why? You're talking to Gabriel. You'd think you would have got used to him by now.)
"It means you're coming out drinking with me and Charlie tonight whether you want to or not." Gabriel replied with a smug smile on his lips.
"No Gabriel, I'm not." Castiel said defiantly.
"Yes you are even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming to the car. And you know I will do it." Gabriel replied innocently crossing his arms, throwing down the gauntlet, just daring his brother to say no once more. (Hmm, I would say behave Gabriel but in this Case I think you might just have the right idea.)
At that Castiel glared at his brother but he knew what he had said was no idyll threat.
"Fine one drink." Castiel finally agreed with narrow eyes.
"We'll see." was all Gabriel replied as he left the office to go and inform Charlie of his success.
Gabriel returned to the office after speaking to Charlie to inform Castiel of what he had arranged.
"So Charlie's locking up, that'll give you enough time to change." he said when he saw that Castiel hadn't moved.
"Why?" his brother asked turning round.
"Well you don't want to go out in your holey jumper and scruffy jeans do you?" Gabriel asked with a frown. Surely Castiel would change? But then again this was Castiel. (So very true.)
"It's not as if it really matters what I wear Gabriel, and I'm comfortable." Castiel replied emotionlessly with a shrug. If Gabriel didn't want to been seen with him in his jeans and jumper then he didn't have to drag him out. (Yeah, don't think that's going to work Cassie, sorry.)
"You know what, fine wear that. It makes no difference to me. Let's go." Gabriel replied. If Dean really had the feelings for Castiel that they all believed he had then his brother could turn up wearing a bin bag and Dean would still think him hot. And if he did care, Gabriel would go with his backup plan of breaking Dean's car. That thought made him smile. Yes he would enjoy that. (You are determined aren't you Gabriel?)
Dean was at his desk, nervously tapping his pen on his pad and his leg shaking. He had spent the day glancing at the clock to see how long he had until he voluntarily ripped his world apart. He just hoped to god that it all worth it. He was starting to doubt that it was. But whenever those thoughts entered his head he would close his eyes and picture Cas smiling softly at him, with gentleness and caring in his eyes and that image would be enough to drive out the negatives thoughts, for a little while at least. (Good keep thinking of Cas Dean. You need to get him back.)
Though Dean had been clock watching all day when Rufus came out of his office and shouted at them all he still jumped in shock.
"Right you idiots, time for a special surprise drinks session at the Roadhouse. So pack up and get you lazy asses over there." Rufus yelled to the bull pen, making everyone frown in confusion. They normally only went for extra work drinks if one of them had solved a particularly difficult case and as far as they knew none of them had. Not that that would stop any of them following the chiefs orders, hey drinks were drinks right? (So true.)
Dean sat at his desk frozen as his colleagues all filed out wondering out loud what this was all about. (Oh the intrigue.)Once the last of them left he let his emotions have free rein. His breathing started coming fast and he knew if he wasn't careful he was going to start hyperventilating. This was it. It was time for him to do his thing. Closing his eyes he tried to steady his breathing. When that didn't work he pulled the picture of Castiel up in his head concentrating on the trust and hope in his eyes. That was why he was doing this. He wanted that back. Concentrating only on Cas he found his breathing even and he was able to stand and walk to his car. Following everyone else to the Roadhouse. For Cas.
As Gabriel pulled his car up outside the Roadhouse Castiel, who was sitting in the passenger side, glared at his brother as if he had betrayed him in the worst way. Gabriel knew he was doing it but he refused to look at Castiel. He knew that this wasn't going to go down well. But he had done his part. He had got Cassie here. He was not going to force his brother to go inside. That was up to Charlie.
"What are we doing here Gabriel?" Castiel asked frostily, though the answer didn't come from his brother who seemed to find the parking lot outside the window very fascinating.
"Dean wants to talk to you." Charlie said from the back seat. She was well aware that Gabriel had only helped begrudgingly. If she was honest she was surprised he had helped at all.
"No." was Castiel response. He was not talking to Dean. He knew deep inside that if he did then he could very well be persuaded to take the guy back. And he wouldn't live like that. He couldn't. (Oh Cas.)
"Please." Charlie begged from the back seat. She couldn't have got Castiel this far and fail at the last hurdle. She couldn't do that. He and Dean needed each other. (So true.)
"Why?" Castiel asked in a sarcastic voice. Charlie was just trying to think of a convincing reply to that when Gabriel turned to his brother and spoke.
"Because what you two have is a once in a lifetime thing. You need to grab it with both hands and never let go." He said completely seriously. And Castiel looking into his eyes saw pain and sorrow in their depths. What did his brother know about how he was feeling?
"How do you know that Gabriel?" he asked gently. It was obvious to him that there was something there. Something that Gabriel had never talked to him about. Something that made him think that maybe he didn't know his brother as well as he thought he did. But then it was gone. Gabriel's eyes became as they always were, filled with twinkling mischief and a smirk on his lips. The change was so sudden that it made Castiel wonder if he had really seen the previous emotions there at all.
"Oh come on Cassie. You don't think that I get all those women's magazines just for the baking recipes do you?" Gabriel replied with a cheerful voice. And if the cheeriness was slightly forced he was the only one who was aware of it.
With that Castiel sighed and turned to look at the door of the bar in front of him. "Fine I'll listen. But if I do not like what I hear I will leave." He said resolutely.
"Fine with me. Hey I have my knives in the back, maybe we could slash Dean-o tires on the way out." Gabriel replied with a raise of his eyebrow and an evil cackle at the look on his brother's face. What he didn't tell Castiel was that if Dean hurt him he would actually do what he had just jokingly threaten. (Noooo not baby. Better not hurt Castiel had you Dean-o?)