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Nothing about Dean’s reaction to Gabe’s confession surprised Castiel. He hadn’t been expecting him to stand up for his brother, but he still was shocked by the flash of anger in his emerald green eyes when he heard the news.

"Stupid son of a bitch," Dean growled, quickly standing and shoving in his chair, "he just doesn’t know when to give up." He reached back to untie his apron and carelessly tossed it down into the seat he’d been sitting in. Castiel wasn’t used to seeing the other man so angry, veins slightly protruding on his strong arms, jaw clenched in frustration, fury evident in his eyes. The change unsettled him to a certain degree. This was not the Dean he’d- no, he couldn’t possibly think that. Not now; it wasn’t the right time.

“Where are you going?” Castiel called out as Dean stormed over to his bed. He already knew the answer, but he needed to be sure. Hell, he needed to know in case he didn’t hear from the other man for a while because he had strangled his brother to death, which resulted in his ass being thrown in jail. Cas knew that Dean loved his brother more than anything in this world. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t find a way to teach him a lesson when he acted like a prick.

Quite honestly, Sam had made a huge mistake. Castiel wasn’t one to make judgments, but a one night stand with a man as fragile as Gabe was incredibly cruel. The poor guy could fall apart at any moment, and he certainly didn’t need the added stress of revisiting his past nightmares.

“Where do you think?” Dean grunted. He had hurriedly strode across Cas’s dorm- something that didn’t take long considering the size of the place- to the younger boy’s bed, snatching up his jacket from the floor. Castiel loved that fucking jacket. It had come to symbolize the real Dean Winchester as opposed to the act he put on for others while dressed in one of his neat perfectly-pressed suits.

“What are you even going to say to him?” Cas wondered, standing up and moving closer to the door, “That he needs to give up? Because I might not know Sam as well as you, but he sure as hell doesn’t seem like the type to just back down.”

Dean sighed heavily. He turned from the doorway and stepped closer to Castiel, resting his hands gently on his hips, and pulled him so that their bodies were flush. Cas could feel his cheeks redden, feel every hair stand on end as the other man slipped one of his hands beneath the thin shirt he hadn’t yet had the opportunity to change out of yet. Dean leaned closer, brushing his lips briefly along Castiel’s jawline, savoring in the little gasp that slipped past the younger boy’s lips at the contact, and leaned back slightly.

“Don’t worry about it, okay?” he soothed, trailing his fingers slowly up and down Cas’s spine as he spoke, “I know what to say to him. I mean, I know you’re pissed because Gabe is your friend. But I really don’t want our first fight to be over something ridiculous like this.”

Castiel nodded his head in agreement and glanced down at his bare feet in an attempt to avoid the intense stare Dean was directing his way. You hate conflict, his mind softly reminded him, let him do what he feels is right.

“Fine,” he sighed, hesitantly lifting his gaze to meet Dean’s. As he had expected, the other man’s emerald green eyes were watching him intently, flickering down to his lips in a gesture so quick that Cas nearly missed it.

Before Dean could turn and walk out the door, Castiel grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into a heated kiss. The need had been so sudden and all-consuming, washing over him like the powerful swell of a wave as it crashed into the shore. The urge to act on such a poweful compulsion simply couldn't be stopped; Castiel had to possess, to have Dean. He felt himself being roughly pulled into Dean’s inescapable orbit, a sensation that came over him every time they ended up like this, with their lips slotted together perfectly and their bodies pressed together in a way that didn’t even seem physically possible.

Unable to control himself any longer, Dean moaned, the deep timbre of the sound sending vibrations through Castiel’s already quivering figure. The hand that hadn’t been under the younger man’s shirt earlier slipped down to the front of his boxers, teasing with the waistband. The son of a bitch knew that Cas would beg him to touch him if he kept brushing his fingers so dangerously close to his embarrassingly hard morning wood.

“Dean,” Cas mumbled against the persistent brunet’s lips, “you still need to go help Gabe.” He hated himself for saying it but knew immediately that it was what needed to be said. Castiel had never been a selfish person and couldn’t bear the thought of his boss sitting home alone in misery.

“Just a quickie,” he whined, toying with the hem of Cas’s night shirt, “you know that it won’t take me that long to get you off.” Castiel blushed, surprised by the lewdness of Dean’s comment. He only ever made such inappropriate and blunt declarations if he were afraid.

Castiel reluctantly took a step back, missing the comforting heat of Dean’s body the minute they separated. “Please, Dean,” he begged, trying to fix his now rumpled shirt, “you need to go help him. I know you’re afraid-“

“Cas, c’mon, I-“

“No, don’t even try to deny it,” Castiel interjected, ignoring the sharp pain that shot through his chest due to the aching in Dean’s eyes, “I know you. You forget that we’ve been together for almost three months now. If I couldn’t recognize when you’re freaking out on the inside, what kind of boyfriend would I be?”

Dean’s expression softened, the fear seeming to melt away right before Cas’s eyes. He reached out and grabbed the younger man’s hand, a gesture that never failed to send a shiver down Castiel’s spine. Even after they’d crossed the final physical intimacy barrier, Dean still chose to express his love through a gesture far less intense and yet infinitely more meaningful. It took Cas back to the moment they’d shared their first kiss, the moment they’d gone out on their first date, the moment they’d first slept together. Somewhere along the line, hand holding had come to represent all of he and Dean’s firsts as a couple.

Castiel squeezed his hand. “If anyone can patch up what’s going on between those two dumbasses, it’s you.”

Dean beamed, reminding Cas of a child who’d just been told by one of his teachers that he’d managed to receive the highest grade on a test. He looked so fucking proud of himself. And Castiel, who rarely saw the confident side of Dean, wanted to memorize the ecstatic expression before the other man went back to being his self-deprecating self once again.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean chuckled softly and gave Cas’s hand a quick reassuring squeeze before pulling back his arm, “the jack of all trades comes to the rescue once again.”

Castiel rolled his eyes and shoved Dean playfully. “You’re such an asshole.”

 ~~✿~~

Gabe refused to look at him. No matter how many times Sam sighed heavily and turned his wide, pitiful eyes toward him, Gabe would not give into the pressure and acknowledge his presence. The son of a bitch didn't deserve his attention.

"You really are just going to ignore me?" Sam whispered, pain evident in his scratchy voice. From the dark circles under his eyes and the greasy state of his hair, Gabe assumed that his guest hadn't slept well. Serves him right, he thought with a snort, rolling his eyes. He didn't reply to Sam's question and simply continued to stare at the television screen as if something were actually playing on it for him to watch.

"This is fucking ridiculous," Sam scoffed, shaking his head disappointedly, "you're acting like a goddamn brat." Gabe could tell that he was trying to get a rise out of him. It made him naesous, thinking that the other man knew him well enough to poke and prod him in just the right places until he burst into a million jagged pieces, like a ticking bomb.

"Brilliant," the taller man growled, standing up, "just brilliant." He then began to pace the room, accomplishing the task in only three strides considering the astounding length of his legs. If it had been any other time, Gabe probably would've been amused by how funny the tall, somewhat lanky man looked as he crossed the room, turned on his heels, and strode in the opposite direction before turning and starting over once again.

"You know," he continued, staring down at the ground, observing the path that would soon be etched into Gabe's hardwood floors if he persisted, "I came over here because I thought you'd be understanding. I thought, 'He's a mature guy. If I use logical arguments, he'll get it'." At this point, Sam stopped briefly and glanced over at Gabe. Immediately, the shorter man averted his gaze down to his shaky hands clasped tightly in his lap.

Sam made a small frustrated sound and went back to pacing and rambling. "But then, when I actually go through with my stupid fucking plan, you won't even listen to what I have to say before you shove me away. Like a piece of garbage."

The dizzy sensation was nearly overwhelming at this point, turning Gabe's stomach in a horribly uncomfortable way that made him want to do nothing more than lean forward and retch all over the carpet. Why? What was the point of all of this? The urge to speak up and tell Sam what he really thought of his careless actions nearly three years ago was nearly killing him.

Gabe shifted in his seat but didn't say a word. Sam caught the gesture out of the side of his eye as he continued to pace and chuckled bitterly. "That's what I am to you," he hissed, "after what I did, I'm nothing more than a-"

"Shut the fuck up," Gabe growled, unable to remain silent any longer, "don't you dare bring that up. Because there's no way you're going to make me feel bad for the way you screwed up."

That seemed to hit a nerve. Sam froze, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. Gabe had never seen him look so terrified before, as if he'd gotten away with murder and was finally being called out on the horrendous act. He had to admit that the reaction satisfied him. After all of the heartwrenching pain he'd had to experience as the victim, Sam deserved to feel at least some- if not more- suffering.

He opened his mouth to speak but then stopped. Without another word, he turned and strode in the direction of Gabe's bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind him, causing the shorter man to jump slightly at the sudden sound. Silence filled the room, leaving Gabe to do the last thing he wanted to do: think.

The act of thinking always seemed to get Gabe into trouble. He'd come up with the worst case scenarios or would be caught up on the negative things that had recently happened to him, avoiding any sense of optimism whatsoever. He breathed in slowly and exhaled, closing his eyes in a desperate attempt to calm himself down. God, he hated conflicts. Playful flirtatious banter with Sam was something he was used to, but fighting... that was a different story.

The only thing he could do was hope that Dean didn't take his sweet time in showing up to rescue him from whatever kind of hell he'd somehow managed to slip into.

 ~~✿~~

"Yo, catch!" Jo called across the room, tossing a bottle of Bud Light in the direction of the redhead lounging casually on her couch. With ease, the woman in question reached up and caught the bottle as if she'd done it many times before.

"Next time, we're going over to your dorm to mooch off of your alcohol, Charlie," Jo teased, moving away from the refrigerator as she spoke, and settled on the other side of the couch beside her guest. The blonde kicked her feet up so that they laid across her friend's lap, resting her barefeet on the opposite arm rest.

Jo didn't usually like it when people intruded on her personal space. But Charlie was a completely different story. Besides Castiel, the brainy redhead was the only other person Jo would refer to as her "friend". They shared a love of Taco Bell, books, and science fiction, and that's all that mattered. What more could you ask for?

"Whatever," Charlie chuckled, twisting the cap off of her bottle with the sharp twist of her wrist, "I think we should make Cas's sorry ass buy the next 12-pack for us."

Jo rolled her eyes. "As if," she scoffed, "the lucky son of a bitch is too busy with that fine piece of ass he managed to snag to go out and pick up some beer."

Charlie turned away from the television, momentarily taking a break from Aliens. And anyone who knew the redhead well knew that she rarely allowed anything to interfere with her foray into the wonderful world of science fiction. "Cas has a boyfriend?"

"Sure does," Jo sighed, taking a sip from her own bottle, "and the guy's perfect so"- she shrugged- "more power to him."

Charlie nodded, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of her lips. "No fair," she whined, slouching even further into her little corner of the couch, "even if dudes aren't my ideal choice, I gotta admit, I'm a little jealous."

"Yeah, same here," Jo agreed, "leave it to Cas to find perfection in human form." Charlie laughed and shoved the blonde playfully.

"Bastard," she gasped mockingly. Jo laughed even harder and shoved Charlie back. Normally, it'd be Castiel that they would be shoving, pushing, and prodding. He was the human punching bag- in the nicest way possible, of course. "We only do it because we love you," Charlie would always coo, snaking her arm casually around Cas's thin waist.

"Oh wait," Charlie suddenly trilled, turning to face Jo with a wide grin on her face, "guess what I heard!"

"What?" the blonde chuckled, rolling her eyes. She wasn't as crazy about the local gossip as Charlie was, actively avoiding any situation that may include her in a new school-wide rumor. The only reason she listened to any of the information Charlie spouted was because of the energetic and dramatic way she managed to relay each scandalous story, making things a little more interesting and extravegent than they really are.   

"Gordon's brother is in town. And apparently he's a huge douche bag," Charlie snorted, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"Awesome," Jo sighed, taking a quick swig of her beer, "what's his name?"

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