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Chapter 2

"Cassie, I'm going out!"

"You are?"

"Don't sound so surprised, you make it sound like I'm always home," Gabriel gasps, acting offended. "You are always home."

"Thanks little bro, just make my self esteem drop so low I can trip over it." Castiel scoffs from his room, continuing to fold his laundry neatly while sorting through his lights that still need to be washed. "Ah!" Gabe fake trips, dramatically yelling and hitting the floor with a loud thud. "Gabriel, would you please stop messing around. The neighbors are going to file a complaint."

"Yes mom," he roles his eyes. "Can't have any fun around here," he mumbles under his breath, pushing to his feet and brushing himself off. Seconds later there's frantic knocking at the door.

"Why hello," Gabe greets, eyes meeting worried blue-green ones. "Is Castiel okay?"

"Thanks for asking Samsquatch, I'm great," Gabriel says over enthusiastically, getting no change in expression from Sam. "Yes. Cassie is super," he sighs, "Do either of you have a sense of humor?"

"Did I hear Sam's voice?" Cas calls. Gabriel tilts his head back, signaling for Sam to go in. "Nice talking to you again," Gabe mumbles sarcastically, shutting the door behind him and heading down for his own car.

~

"I didn't know you were bi," Deans eyebrows push together in surprise. "Oh please, I'm hella gay, I just like strip club atmospheres," the older Novak leans back in his seat, a slight grin crossing his face. "So why don't you go to male strip clubs?"

"Because they're farther away and I don't spend any money when I come here," he shrugs with a look that says 'obviously'. "Smart."

Gabe nods with a small smile, lifting his cup to Dean before downing the alcohol. "God, don't tell me you're a light drinker," Gabriel sighs. "Yeah, okay," Dean chuckles, "I could drink this whole bottle and feel nothing. Nothing. But I have work in a couple hours and customers aren't too fond of me drinking and fixing their cars for some reason."

"Wow, what inconsiderate dicks," the honey eyed man laughs.

//Cas\\

"So that loud bang earlier, what was that?"

"That would be my brother trying to get us kicked out," Cas shakes his head. "Doesn't he have any consideration for your neighbors?"

"No! Gabriel just doesn't know when to be serious."

"I don't know how you live with him, it would drive me crazy. I mean, my brother was awful too, they're a lot alike now that I think about it," Sam chuckles to himself, amazed that Gabe drives him nuts yet he can stand Dean.

"It's nice to have someone to talk to, Sam. Thank you." The Winchester smiles, "Anytime. I really like talking to you."

Charlie: You ready yet? I have places to be, bitches to laugh at!

"Oh. I'm so sorry, I have to go get my car. I completely forgot," Cas face palms lightly, wondering how he could forget his precious. "That's fine, I have to get home anyway. I'm meeting up with Dean for dinner." And by that he means he has to cook dinner and Dean is coming over.

Castiel rushes around, trying to flatten his hair a little and slip on his trench coat. "My apologies Charlie. I'm ready now."

"I see that."

Cas doesn't have time to put his seatbelt on before she slams on the gas and he smacks into the back of his seat. "Charlie!!"

"What? Can't handle a little speed?"

He only glares at her, buckling his seat belt.

~

"Hello? Is anybody here?" Castiel calls into the garage, no one in sight. With a shrug he walks up to a little bell that is sitting on a work bench, tapping it a few times.

After a couple minutes of patiently waiting, he moves to ring it again, until a voice stops him. "You ring that bell one more time and you won't be getting any serv–" Deans eyes widen when he meets bright ocean blue ones, mouth still gaping open from the sentence he didn't finish. Cas does almost the exact same, frozen with his arm out, just staring at a shade of green he's never seen before.

"I uh," Dean clears his throat and takes a brave step forward, sticking out his hand, "I'm Dean." Eager to be introduced, Cas quickly shakes the firm hand, "Castiel." With another silent moment of studying each other, the Winchester suddenly gets his thoughts back. "Castiel? You're here for the 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V, right?"

"Y-yeah. How'd you know that?" He tips his head slightly to one side. "Oh, uh, your brother dropped it off and we talked a little. I just–its a memorable car.."

"It's great, isn't it?"

"Y-yeah. Sure," Dean agrees awkwardly, not wanting to hurt the other mans feelings. "What? You don't like it?"

"I–its not really my taste I guess," he shrugs, finally gathering himself completely. "Well what's your taste?"

Dean only smirks, tilting his head in the direction that he wants Cas to walk. On the way around back, Dean picks up a rag to wipe his hands on and tucks it into his pocket so he can properly introduce his pride and joy.

"Cas, meet baby," he gently pats the slick black 1967 Chevy Impala.

Castiel can't decide which he was more fond of, the car or Deans smile.