Pizza man

Gabriel is a little shit

Castiel headed from the room, checking his phone again. Gabriel had chosen the worst time to text him:

Gabriel 20:24
Lucifer is being mean to me again Cassie.

His kid brother could be such a bore, Gabriel was sixteen and ,as far as Castiel was concerned, an annoying little sugary shit-head. He didn't reply to Gabriel, he just headed into his room. "Gabe." He said spitting the name out with displeasure.
"Caaaassssie!!" Gabriel cried, running out of his room into the hallway. He looked a little red in the face,
"Why are you interupting me? It better be important."
"Lucifer's being a little shi-"
"Language."
"Lucifer's being a prick."
"Gabriel," Castiel sighed, placing his hand gently on Gabriel's shoulder. "What did you take? You only see 'Lucifer when you're stoned." His little brother's drug habbits had never concerned him before, he didn't much care for Gabriel's welfare; he just didn't appreciate the interuption.
Gabriel's eyes were glazed over and he had a far off gaze. "I think it had a cat on it? Luci took it to!" He pointed, accusing empty space of being his accomplice. "Shut up."
"What?" Castiel said, a little insulted.
"Don-worry-cassie" He yawned, the words tumbling out. "Not-you! Cellin's pretty." Gabriel wandered back into his room. Castiel sighed and locked the door, muting Gabriel's messages and phoning the family doctor to supervise his activities, maybe he cared a little bit. He heard the sound of his brother jumping on his king sized bed and telling 'Lucifer' why he chose the candy print. He rubbed his temples with his hand and waited for the doctor to arrive so he could threaten him again and swear him to absolute secrecy. Not that it would matter, if he said anything no one would believe him anyway.
His mind fluttered back to the green eyed beauty currently occupying his dining room, he smiled. He was going to have so much fun with 'Dean'. Such a handsome boy. Barely old enough to drink. His own personal twink at his beckoning. He sighed, what perfection. From his dainty little freckles to his perfect muscled legs. Castiel wondered if his freckles continued down his back, across his shoulders, to the base of his spine... to...
"Mr.Novak, Sir." The man said hesitantly, waving his breif case in explaination of his prescence.
"Doctor." Castiel said,a little vexed by his interuption.