Wrong number? //destiel//

His brother.

Cas wakes with a groan. Perhaps that last shot before bed wasn't a good idea, considering he'd had about 14 at the bar. Sitting up he looks around his room, clothes flung haphazardly around it in his haste to get to bed before he'd passed out. His hair was plastered to his head, lips cracked in too many places for it to look appealing. Frowning he looks at his phone when it pings. "Hey, just wanted to check you were alright after last night?" What? Who the hell was this guy and what happened last night? The most Cas could remember was drinking shot after shot with his brother and Benny. "Sorry, who is this?" Throwing his phone on the bed he pads to the bathroom, he needed to wash off last night.

Walking back out he pulls on jeans and and AC/DC tshirt. Screw socks, his carpet was soft enough for barefoot, and Cas being Cas, he felt shoes were restricting. He grabs his phone and pads into the kitchen, making his usual coffee and sitting down to flick through Instagram on his phone. He's midway through a Tøp edit when his phone goes. "The guy from last night. I wanted to check you got home safe, and if you got your brother?" His brother? Gabe? Frowning he pulls up Gabriel's number and dials. "Hello?" The rough voice that answers is definitely not Gabe. "Benny? Have you seen my brother?" "Cas are you fucking joking? You asshole. I'm hanging up." "No! No Benny wait. Man, I can't remember last night. What the fuck happened?" "What the fuck happened is that Gabe broke up with me because of you!" Cas closes his eyes, wracking his brain for some recollection of last night. Got it. "Yeah because you fucking cheated on him with his best mate." "He was gone for months Castiel! I was lonely!" Cas scoffs, hanging up the phone. "Asshole."
"Sorry. Your probably busy. I don't even know why I'm texting. I'll stop." He sighs and figures he should reply.
"Sorry, who is this? I'm afraid I don't have your name in my phone."
"Right yeah. Names Dean. Can I get yours?"
"Castiel. Before you say anything, I come from a religious family and I've heard every joke known to man."
"Actually I was gonna say it was a cool name. Castiel. The Angel of Thursday right?" Now that surprises Cas. No one ever knows about the Angel of Thursday. He quickly adds 'Dean' to his contacts.
"Yeah. How'd you know? Religious family?"
"You could say that. Listen I've got work. Maybe we can catch up later? You can tell me if you've finally gotten your brother." He wasn't entirely sure why he was about to agree to this, considering he didn't know the man..well at all. But here he was, typing out a "of course. Talk to you later Dean" to some random guy he texted when he was drunk and panicking at 4am. Cas had a weird life.

"Gabe! Gabe I know your off work today" He's been standing at his brothers blue door for the past twenty minutes, banging ruthlessly on it. He knows Gabriel's in; can hear the theme tune to one of his shitty tv shows filtering through the house. "Gabriel please..I'm sorry.." The door opens a second later, Gabriel standing in the archway looking more disheveled than Cas has ever seen him. And he's seen it plenty of times, he can't count the times he's brought Gabriel home after a particular night out on the town where they've both fallen up the 3 flights of stairs and collapsed on couches in the living room. "What Castiel? What do you want?" "I want to talk Gabe. I'm sorry about last night. Please, let me in and I'll explain." Sighing Gabriel turns and walks into the kitchen, leaving Cas to shut the door and shuck off his shoes. "Fine. Talk." Cas swallows. "I'm sorry Gabriel. I shouldn't have done what I did but you had to know. He was cheating Gabe. You'd have done the same for me!" "No I wouldn't have Cas! If have dropped hints but I wouldn't have just come out and blurted it over dinner! Especially not on our one year anniversary!" "What did you want me to do? My brothers boyfriend was cheating on him, had been for a while and what? You wanted to me just let it happen? Let you get hurt?" Gabriel shakes his head, and Cas' heart clenches at the sight of his tears. "It hurt anyway Cas..it hurts so much.." Stepping forward Cas slings an arm around his brothers shoulders. "I know Gabe. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry"

After Gabriel's cried himself to exhaustion Cas puts him to bed to nap, promising he'll be there when he wakes. With another apology and soft kiss to his brothers forehead, Cas retreats to the living room. It's only when he's halfway through a horrible movie, because there's never anything good on tv anymore, when he remembers Dean.
"Hey. I got my brother. Long story short, I'm an asshole who ruined his brothers relationship and could totally use some advice." He pauses, "sorry if I disturb you. Your probably working, like a 'normal' person."
When Cas is comparing quietly about the sappy make out scene on the tv his phone pings. "You aren't. I can't disagree with the asshole thing considering I only know you a little but I'm sure your not. Want to talk?"
"If you can."
"Go for it. Let me grab my notebook and pen and take notes."
"Oh god. Your not a therapist are you? I couldn't handle it if you turned out to be some creepy guy with a beard and glasses."
"First off, offensive to therapists. Second, I will have you know I am a handsome, somewhat famous, author." Cas purses his lips. He wasn't what you'd call an avid reader but he was intrigued.
"I'm gonna question you on that soon. For now, here's what happened."