Wrong number? //destiel//

Trickster meeting Moose.

Cas doesn't move from the bed the next day, grumbles when Gabriel extracts himself from Cas' limbs. He won't admit it but he misses doing that with his brother. Gabriel tries to convince him to get up, already knows Cas isn't going to work, but tries to convince him to at least shower, wash off the dried tears and stress of last night.

"Gabriel! Please, just leave me alone to wallow in my own pity." "Castiel. I'm not going to leave you here unless you promise me you'll get out of bed, and eat!" "I will! Now go away. Go talk to Benny or something. I don't want to fuck anything else up." "Cas, you didn't fuck it up." "Yes I did Gabe! I screwed it so bad. Why would I even tell him that? Why would I think that he even likes me back?" Gabriel's stood at the door, jacket slung over his arm with a 'Please not now' look on his face that quickly dissolves into a frown. "How do you know he doesn't Cas? Did you ask him? Did you give him a chance to even answer?" "No." "well then. For all you know, he's worried that your thinking exactly as you are. You don't know how he feels Cas. Ask him." Cas stares after him from his duvet bundle on the bed, a faint "before it's too late!" reaching his ears as Gabriel leaves the apartment.

"Cas. Cas please talk to me."
"Castiel! We need to talk. Answer the phone!"
"I'll keep texting Cas. You can't avoid me forever."
As much as Dean was right, it didn't stop Cas from trying. He'd let Deans calls runs through to voicemail and ignored every text. He hated it. He'd showered, and ate, and curled back in bed with Gabriel's laptop and Netflix password, but in truth, all he wanted was to talk to the one man he was avoiding. But he couldn't do it. Because he'd messed up. He'd ruined whatever they had built over that week of texts and occasional calls. And despite that he had the urge to pick up the phone, let Dean yell at him that he was an idiot, that he'd lost him, all just to hear his voice one last time. Cas was in love. And he hated it.

The Winchesters switched roles the next day. Instead of Sam waking Dean, Dean opted to literally drag his little brother out of bed by his leg, force him into a shower to waken, and sober, him up before thrusting a to go cup at him filled with the only tea he had in the house, which was green. Not that Sam seemed to care as he took a happy slurp and let his brother pull him to the car. "Cmon Sam! I want to find Cas, he's been ignoring my texts all day." "Dean, it's only 1pm." "Your point? That's still 4 hours of radio silence." "Your unbelievable. What are you going to say to him anyway?" "Not a clue. I was gonna wing it. Part of me hopes we see Gabriel first, so I can ask him what I'm going into." "Good idea." There's a pause. "Who's Gabriel again?" "Jesus Christ Sam. Gabriel. Castiel's brother." "Right! Yeah, I remember him now." "You'll like him. Right up your street." "I doubt that." "Never doubt me brother. I'm always right."

Gabriel was in his office when he heard them, two deep voices. One of them he recognised, knew instantly it was Dean. The other, the other caught his attention a little more. It wasn't like Deans, there wasn't a roughness to it. It was quiet, soft and Gabriel wanted to ask him to read a section out of a random book just to heard the expression in his voice. "Gabriel?" There he was, Dean standing at the door with a taller man beside him, who Gabriel's just come to realise must be Sam. "Dean. I wasn't expecting to see you so soon." "Neither did I. Oh, Gabriel this is Sammy, my baby brother." "It's Sam." "Nice to meet you." "And you." In an attempt not to ogle the man and scare him away, Gabriel ducks his head and walks around them, messing with some random books on a shelf as a distraction. "What can I do for you? Did you leave something here yesterday?" "No. I'm here about your brother, Cas?" "Right. Yeah. He's not in today I'm afraid. Home, well my home." "Of course. I wanted to talk to him. About a conversation we had last night." Deans chewing his lip and despite knowing how much he should be appreciating that view, his eyes are flickering to the taller man, watching the way he pushes his long hair off his face and looks around the store, the flicker of colour in his hazel eyes bright in the sunlight.

"He uh..he's really sorry about that Dean." "I don't care Gabe. I want to talk to him. He's been ignoring me all day and I want to tell him I feel the same." That one catches Gabriel by surprise, books falling from his arms only to be caught by the beautiful man beside him. "Careful. Want a hand?" "Y-yeah. These go on the top shelf." He doesn't even hide his blatant ogling as Sam stretches, muscles clenching under his shirt as he plonks the books down. "Shit." "Hmm?" "Nothing. Sorry. Wait, did you say you feel the same?" "Yes. I've been so worried he thinks he's fucked it up because I know that's the type of person he is but Gabriel I feel the same. I need him to know that." There's a knowing smile on Gabriel's lips as he listens, followed by a click of his pen and a flick of the lights. "Let me grab my jacket and I'll take you to him."

Dean nudges Sams arm when Gabriel disappears, raised eyebrows nearly hitting his hairline. "What?" "What do you mean 'what'? Dude he's perfect for you! Cmon, even you must see it." "I suppose. He's kinda cute. I love that he's tiny." Sams eyes track him through the office door, watch the way he smiles to himself and fixes his hair. He doesn't realise it until Gabriel turns back to him, pausing for a second, before returning the massive smile on Sams face. "See. Knew you'd like him. I'm always right."