Hey guys! This is my first fic for Supernatural, so I apologize if the characters are a bit ooc, but I tried my best. Also this isn't beta'd so there is definitely going to be some mistakes, so if you see any then feel free to tell me if you want xD

As for updates, I am posting this as I write it, so if you like it, tell me and I will try my hardest to get a chapter up weekly (but I'm a college student so I apologize in advance)

ALSO! I made this story to be posted on archive of our own because I wanted to add pictures, and because I don't think I can add pictures on here I am HIGHLY suggesting you read this on AO3, but if you don't want to or can't then it's fine, there just won't be pictures and I will try to add the captions I have in the pictures. It will look like this:

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That's all I have to say, I hope you like it!

Chapter 1: Because of A Quarrel

"I would have known that." A girl with brown hair says looking at a boy across her table.

The boy rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. "Yeah, I'm sure you would have."

"I would have!" She nearly yells slamming a palm on her desk's top. "I know everything about Castiel." She smirks and settles back looking rather confident. "Quiz me right now if you don't believe me."

"Oh, no I believe you. You're stalker worthy material all right." The boy chides with a shit eating grin.

She gasps, thoroughly offended, "Take that back."

"Why should I? You stalk him. You just admit you know everything about him, and he doesn't even know you exist." He shrugs, "You're a stalker."

Her mouth opens to protest, but when nothing comes out she closes it again. The expression on her face resembling that of a wounded puppy. Her voice is quiet when she says, "I didn't… I just really admire him. I didn't…"

Seeing this has gone on long enough, and that the boy now crushed her for admiring her idol, Dean takes that moment to step in to stop his students. "Okay, that's enough, Carlos. Don't throw that word out there like that. It is perfectly fine to want to know as much as you can about those you respect. It isn't stalking if she knows everything he has talked about openly to the world. That just makes her dedicated. A stalker is someone who harasses the person in an often illegal or threatening way."

Carlos drops his eyes from Dean's piercing stare to his hands, unable to hold his stare any longer. "Sorry."

Dean sighs rubbing the back of his neck. These kids. "Just make sure you know the definition of a word before you throw it out in a conversation to insult someone. Actually, scratch that, don't insult people. Now get back to work, I should yell at you for getting off topic."

Carlos apologizes again and buries his nose back into his work laying atop his desk, trying not to think about just getting yelled at in front of the entire class. Dean's eyes slide over to Ann who is thinning her lips, he gives her a small smile then goes back to grading some papers.

He questions every day he steps into this building how exactly he became a teacher. God, he hated teachers when he was in school, and swore to himself that once he graduated school he would never step foot in another one. Honestly he wanted to be a mechanic seeing cars are is passion, but life doesn't always go the way anyone expects it. So yeah, he never expected to be the thing he hated so much.

But now that he's a teacher, he sees the other side to things that he refused to see when he was in school. The students, oh man, they're worse than the devil sometimes. They have absolutely no filter whatsoever, and try making everyone feel like shit just to make themselves feel better. Little assholes are what they are, but Dean isn't allowed to call them that if he wants to keep his job, so if anyone asks, his answer is that they are temperamental teens. Dean now sees why all his teachers hated him with such a passion before and doesn't blame them for their acrimony.

There is always that one kid in each class. That one who bequeathed Dean's shitty attitude and gives either the teachers or students hell. In this class it's Carlos. Carlos is always looking for something to tease someone about. How the debate started today was simple. Ann was talking to her friend about Castiel, the actor who plays Misha on the show Mishapocalypse, that's when Carlos butted his nose into a conversation that had nothing to do with him … again.

But Dean tries to take his brother's advice and look on the bright side of things with this job. He gets to be the one to help these kids become better adults, and that is always enough to make Dean smile and it's worth all the aggravation. Even if it doesn't feel like it in the moment, like right now he feels like it's hopeless for Carlos seeing he hasn't changed at all over the years.

The only thing crossing his mind is 'It's only Tuesday…'

A faint smile appears on Dean's lips at that thought after a disgruntled moment. It's Tuesday, meaning, Mishapocalypse is on tonight. Also meaning takeout, junk food, and relaxing in pajamas watching the new episode with his little brother.

Tuesdays are great.

When Sam had told Dean about the show, he wasn't necessarily interested. It sounded odd and he honestly wasn't sure how Sam enjoyed it so much, but Dean will admit his quick judgment. Misha, the main character, is given so much life by Castiel that Dean was enraptured the moment he came on the screen, looked around, and flashed that big grin of his. If Dean were being honest with himself he would say his heart fluttered a bit in that moment seeing the intensity in those striking blue eyes, but he plays it off as if it was a completely normal thing, and not as if he had just formed the biggest crush on a man he had ever had.

Although that's another thing. He doesn't crush on people, especially not on men, or at least that's what he has been telling himself as to not disappoint his father or anyone else in his life. And even if deep down he knows what the feelings are, he won't ever admit them to himself.

So the immediate reaction his heart had to Castiel was a shock to Dean, and from that moment till the end of the episode he acted as if the show wasn't anything special. It was simply 'okay', but in honesty, whether it was because of Castiel or the fact the show was actually amazing, he rather enjoyed the first episode and knew he'd enjoy binging the seasons beforehand.

Of course, Sam had found him binging the episodes, but wisely kept his mouth shut about him actually liking it, and instead just decided to sit next to him on the couch to watch along. In which Dean was, and still is, very grateful to his brother for not making a big deal about his liking for the show because Dean really didn't want to have to give up watching it out of petulance to show Sam he really didn't like it.

But that was years ago now and Dean has admit to loving the show on multiple occasions, but of course Sam already knew this, and Dean was yet again thankful to his brother for playing innocent.

The bell rings indicating the end of class and he looks up surprised. Had he really been spacing out that long?

He has to quickly say, "Have a good day, stay out of trouble." to all the students before they stampede out the door. The students all gather their things and practically run to the door, most of them not pushing their chairs in as they leave for the end of the day. Dean sighs and rubs his face, just sitting there for a few moments after he is finally alone.

Deciding it would be much more comfortable to grade the rest of these papers in the comfort of his own home rather than at a hard desk, he gathers the papers and stuffs them into his bag and slings it over his shoulder. He was supposed to finish grading these dang things before the end of the day, but it turns out old habits die hard, daydreaming is one impossible habit to break.

As he walks out his classroom, he runs over the options for dinner. There are quite a few, but not all of them deliver, and he won't feel like running back out seeing Mishapocalypse will be on. Pulling out his phone he is about to dial his brother's number to see what he wants for dinner when someone calls his name from behind him. He turns around seeing Charlie walking towards him with a smile.

"Charlie," Dean gives her a smile. "What brings you here?"

"Oh you know," She shrugs, "I get paid to be here and put up with hormonal teens."

"Well isn't that a coincidence, so do I."

A small warm smile escapes her, and when it dies down she gives him a fond look. "I have to know, I heard some kids teasing Carlos about getting his ass chewed on by you. What happened?"

Dean lets out an exasperated sigh and an over dramatic eyeroll. "That kid never learns, does he?" Dean crosses his arms over his chest with a shake of his head. "He was making fun of Ann and he called her a stalker for admiring Castiel and knowing a lot about him, so I told him to chill out. Stalker is a harsh word and it looked like he hurt her feelings." He shrugs as if he didn't take any of what Carlos said personally. "I didn't really raise my voice, just laid it out there that it wasn't appreciated or nice to say those things."

Charlie has a sly smirk spread across her lips as if she can see through him like glass. "Is that so?"

Dean narrows his eyes not liking that smirk. "I know what you're thinking, Charlie, so stop it now."

"Oh, but Dean, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yeah, sure." He scoffs pulling his phone back up and pulling up Sam's number. "You're a wolf in sheep's clothing, Charlie."

"Aw, thank you Dean." She puts a hand on his arm and walks past him with a wink. "Have fun watching Mishapocalypse tonight."

"I will." Dean smirks, "Have fun grading those essays."

She glares back at him. "That's low, even for you Winchester. I'll remember that." She points to her eyes then snaps her two fingers in his direction to indicate she'll be watching him. He just smiles and waves at her with his fingers as he pulls his phone to his ear and continuing down the hall to leave the building.

Sam picks up in a few rings greeting Dean with, "Chinese."

Dean quirks an amused brow pushing through the front doors heading to Baby. "How did you know I was calling about food?"

"Dean," Sam said with a tone that indicates that that was the most ridiculous question he's ever heard. Which, to be fair, it was. It's Tuesday at three pm. "So are you good with Chinese?"

"Sammy," Now it's Dean's turn to use that same tone Sam had just used on him seconds before.

"Right, stupid question." He pauses for a second before adding, "Don't forget the wantons."

"I never forget the wantons, unlike somebody who conveniently forgets to get the pie."

"That was one time, Dean, let it go." Dean can hear the eyeroll in his words. "I got you cake instead, okay. It's practically the same thing."

"I don't think we can be brothers anymore. I have never been more disappointed in you in my life." He opens the doors to the Impala and slides in, placing his bag on the passenger's side before closing the door, then under his breath says, "Practically the same thing."

"Yeah, yeah, it isn't the first time. Just hurry and order, I'm starving. I have to go now though if I want to finish this paper before the show starts."

"Okay, I'll-" Sam hangs up on Dean making Dean blink a few times before lowering the phone. "See you in a bit." Sam has always been like that when he's focused on his work, he doesn't mean to be rude, but damn if he doesn't come across as an asshole sometimes.

Pushing that aside Dean calls the chinese restaurant and places their order before starting his car and making his way back to his house. The whole way there he is bouncing in his seat and singing along with the music, hitting the steering wheel to the beat, but careful to pay attention as he drives. At one point during the drive when he stops at a stop light he points over to the person stopped next to him, making sure their window is down first, and starts to serenade them. Life is too short to care what others think, at least when it comes to jamming out in his car on his way home.

Finally pulling into the driveway he gets out and locks her up heading inside. It's quiet, but that's to be expected since Sam is most likely still working on his paper. Knowing this, Dean stays respectful and remains as quiet as he can since he knows Sam works best when there is no noise.

He kicks his shoes off and throws his bag on the couch in front of the television, then he strips his belt off and heads back to his room getting into some more comfortable pants. Now in more fitting attire for the evening, Dean makes his way back into the living room to plop down on the couch alongside his bag and throws his feet up on the coffee table. He pulls out the papers and his favorite red pen, clicking the end and starts marking up the papers.

When he's nearly done with grading the papers the doorbell rings, and there can only be one reason for it. Chinese is here. Had he really been grading for that long? Going to get up he stops when he hears the door opening and Sam's voice following. Pivoting himself, throwing an arm over the back of the couch he watches the exchange. Sam closes the door and turns to Dean holding up the food with a smile walking over and plopping next to his brother.

Dean sets the last of his papers aside and he and Sam divvy out the food. "You get your paper finished?" Dean asks leaning back into the couch with his container of delicious chinese food, ready for Mishapocalypse to start anytime now.

Sam groans rubbing his neck reaching for the remote to turn on the tv. "No. This paper is killing me and it's due Friday." Sam's eyes glance at the papers next to Dean then smiles up at Dean. "I take it you haven't finished your papers either?"

Dean groans as well. "No. Remind me to never have them write a paper again. I regret even thinking about it."

Sam lets out a soft chuckle changing the channel to the one Mishapocalypse is going to play on in five minutes. "You're an English teacher, Dean. They're bound to write at least one paper."

Dean stuffs a forkful of rice and chicken into his mouth glancing to his brother. "Yeah, remind me again how the hell that happened."

Sam shrugs settling back. "It was your idea, I stopped questioning your thinking a long time ago. You mentioned wanting to help the kids."

"I was stupid." He huffs. "Students don't listen to their teachers. I of all people should have known that."

"Is that Carlos kid still causing issues?" Sam asks raising an inquisitive brow.

"I don't think he'll ever stop. He may just be a lost cause."

Sam frowns. "You know, a lot of people thought that about you too." He turns his eyes to his brother's. "Then Sonny came along and brought you to your senses." Sam scoffs moving his eyes back to the tv, eyes creasing with the lines of a smile. "And thank God for him, I had no idea what to do with you anymore."

Dean rolls his eyes with a lighthearted scoff, but a small smile breaks through. "I owe a lot to Sonny," Dean sighs knowing what Sam was implying through bringing up Sonny, and he drops his eyes to his food on his lap. "But I don't think I'm the best person to be telling those kids what's right and wrong seeing my past was … less than admirable."

"It's because of your past I know you can do it, Dean."

Dean brings his eyes to his Sam's green ones and he sees the truth in them. Sam's expression is so genuine that Dean has to look away, feeling the moment is too candid and raw for his liking, and Dean has never been one for mushy moments like this. But thankfully they don't have to sit there long in the silence because Mishapocalypse decides it's time to start.

Doing his best, Dean tries to stop thinking about his life and that he most likely made the wrong choice like he always manages to. Because knowing him he is going to ruin the kids' lives rather than help them like he wants to do, and he is too old now to go back to school and go down a different path.

His eyes are locked on the tv trying to watch it, but his mind is swimming with regret, like it always is. One the tv there is a woman walking fast paced down a hallway in a business suit and briefcase in hand, but the camera is panned down so the viewers cannot see her face. Dean doesn't know her, but the way she holds herself high and confident is enough to catch his attention a little more. The screen flicks to a scene in a courtroom and shows a judge in the podium.

The judge lifts his gavel saying, "I hear by find you guil-"

The doors burst open and the women stopping him mid-sentence and causing everyone in the room to spin their attention to the intruder. The blonde women confidently and loudly states, "He is innocent."

The judge slowly lowers his gavel with a small glare. "And who are you?"

"Adrianne, your honor,"

The screen changes to a different scene indicating the end of that one. The new scene is a familiar one, the FBI office. Sitting there at his desk is the familiar black haired, blue eyed man, he is leaning back twirling in his desk chair.

Matt, Misha's boss, also Castiel's real life older brother, Michael, steps out of his office and stares in Misha's direction. "Misha."

Misha stops his spinning, flashing the smile that makes Dean heart skip a beat. "Matt," Misha stands up with a stretch, arms locked rising above Misha's head making it so some of his skin shows. "About time you came to your senses and gave me another job."

'The directors did that on purpose.' Dean grumbles to himself.

Misha makes his way towards Matt and pushes into this office. Matt sighs closing the door behind them. "After what you did on the last mission I had the mind to fire you, Misha, so don't go acting all high and mighty."

Misha smiles at him tapping a finger on his desk taking a seat in the chair facing Matt's desk. "But you didn't fire me."

Matt grubles and sits at his desk, fixing Misha with a stern glare. "Misha, the only reason you are getting another mission is because this one is so dangerous you are the only one I trust to get it done right without dying."

Misha's smile falls and he turns oddly serious giving Dean chills at the drastic change. Castiel is such an amazing actor, anyone who claims to not like him clearly haven't seen Mishapocalypse. Sure his older stuff is good too, but he has had years to refine his skill and he is at his best in Mishapocalypse.

"What is it?" His voice even lowered into something more serious making his voice almost have a sexual tone to it. It's gravelly and deep, and it should be illegal.

Matt simply stares into his blue eyes leaning back in his chair folding his hands over his stomach. "We found them." Misha thins his lips and nods not saying anything, a far off look in his eyes. "If you can't detach yourself from it, I can have someone else do it."

"No." Misha meets his eyes, all hints of anything that was there before is gone only leaving determination. "I will do this." He gives Matt a smile. "I'm going to take pleasure in taking those fools down."

Dean bites his lip getting nervous. It's the gang who tortured and killed his wife from season one, the only family he had left. It broke Dean's heart watching Misha tear himself apart for not being able to save her. He says he's over it now, but everyone knows he will never get over it.

As the show continues it cuts back to the lawyer from the beginning, Adrianne. Dean quickly took to liking her. She seems to be struggling with something and her one friend is trying to tell her that maybe it is best to leave it alone, what 'it' is exactly Dean doesn't know, but he is curious.

Nearing the end of the episode, it fades to Misha's bedroom. The camera is directed to a pair of feet in some fancy, sleek, black shoes. As the camera pans up it reveals Misha in a suit fixing his tie in front of a mirror, hair slicked back, stubble on his face. He must be getting ready to go undercover. He is looked like a respectable, sophisticated man, but he is now a mafia leader.

Misha smiles at himself in the mirror running his hands over any imperfections in his suit to straighten them out, he then runs a hand over his face so he isn't smiling anymore. The look in his eyes gives Dean the chills. Just like that, Misha looks like a completely different person, almost cold. It's as if he and his old self got a divorce and now it's a completely different man. His acting skills are impeccable.

The scene fades back to Adrianne and her friend again.

"Adrianne, have you even thought this through? He could be a psychopath or something, really, maybe you should just forget about him. Plus, he probably doesn't even know you exist."

The blonde glares back to her friend. "Alex,"

"I know, okay." She sighs rubbing her face exhausted. "But Adri, you and the police have looked for years. Don't you think you would have found something by now?"

"I'm going to find Dimitri," Adrianne straightens up looking Alex in the eyes. "I'm going to find my brother." And at that, the scene fades and the credits start to roll.

Dean and Sam both sit there for a minute. Dean's face scrunches, mind reeling as he says, "Who is Dimitri? And what is Adrianne's role in all this?" He keeps his eyes on the screen of the tv for a moment waiting on Sam to respond, but the longer the silence drags on Dean realizes Sam isn't going to answer. Dean arches a brow and glances over to Sam. "Sammy, you good?"

Sam looks as if he was just handed a rather difficult calculus equation and told to solve it without a calculator, his brows knit together, eyes narrowed, lips pressed close together. Dean wants to say something but he doesn't want to interrupt his thought process. Is he thinking about Mishapocalypse?

Just as Dean is starting to get worried Sam's eyes slowly widen and he whispers, "Jess?"

Okay, now Dean is completely lost. Who the heck is Jess? "I was starting to think you froze like that and I was going to have a statue as a brother." Dean sighs leaning back on the couch. "Who's Jess, some girl in your class or something?"

Sam looked over at Dean, body pivoting to face him, one leg coming up to rest on the couch. "No, Dean, Adrianne," Sam points to the screen where the next show has already started. "She is Jess. Jessica Moore. My middle school crush."

Dean's eyes snap wide staring into his green eyes. "Heart throb Jess? The girl you were head over heels for? That Jess?"

"That Jess."

Dean's eyes glide back to the television's screen as if her picture is plastered on it. "Holy shit…" His voice is just above a whisper. He rubs his chin in thought and nods with an appreciative look. "I always knew she'd turn out hot."

"Dean." Sam groans. "Is that seriously the only thing you have to say?"

Dean meets his angry eyes and realization hits him. "You still like her."

Sam scoffs standing up grabbing their empty chinese containers to throw them away. "No, I don't."

A smirk spreads itself across Dean's lips as he stands up following Sam into the kitchen to throw his own container away. "Oh Sammy, you have it bad." He chuckles.

Sam narrows his eyes at his brother. "I admit I liked her back when I was in middle school, but I don't know her anymore." He shrugs leaning his butt against the counter crossing his arms over his chest. "Besides, she probably doesn't even remember me. Hell, she has people probably throwing themselves at her all the time now and I'd look pathetic trying to contact her now only after I found out she's an actress."

"There's no way she could have forgotten someone like you." Sam looks up with a shocked expression. Dean isn't making a joke about it and he is actually being nice, he wasn't expecting that. Dean shrugs. "You were such a goofy looking squirt I'm sure nobody could forget you."

There it is.

Sam rolls his eyes remembering why he doesn't confide in Dean very often, and it probably would have been best if he kept the Jess thing to himself. Telling him only gave him more fuel to tease him about. "Forget it Dean. I have a paper to write." Sam pushes off the counter and heads up the steps to his room.

"Sam," Dean walks to the bottom of the stairs watching Sam's back as he closes the door behind him. "I was kidding. Sam, come on." Dean sighs rubbing the back of his neck staring up the stairs waiting to see if Sam will come back out, but he knows he isn't going to. He'll get over it, he always does. All he needs is a little space, so that's what Dean gives him.

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{picture of Castiel}

Caption: Castiel appreciation post! Thank you for being here and doing what you do best! Love you Castiel

Comments · Order by Oldest to Newest

Casteil_Misha· 2 hours ago

*eternally cries over Castiel because we don't deserve this man* I love him so much T-T

Imp_ala ·2 hours ago

I will follow this man to the ends of the Earth, all bow to our overlord and savior Castiel!

Death_is_my_homie ·1 hour ago

I don't think Cas ever thought he would end up being called an overlord lol, I wonder if he knows what he has created

Cassie_my_man ·48 minutes ago

I love this man. Castiel, what have you done to me? D;

CasCasNovak ·35 minutes ago

I finally get to meet him at the convention in a week and a half! I am so happy I finally get to meet my idol T^T

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Not long after his little argument — if you can call it an argument — with Sam, Dean decided he needed to get out of the house to finish grading those damn papers. He tried doing them on the couch but he just couldn't concentrate, so what better place to clear his mind than his favorite little late night cafe, Gabe's Coffee. The cafe that Dean in currently sitting out front of in Baby. The cafe has some of the best coffee Dean has had in a long time, and it is the only coffee that can actually keep Dean awake through grading papers. He has to admit, at first he only came to check out this cafe because he heard Castiel's brother was its owner, but after coming here he actually found he liked the shop.

Dean pushes through the glass doors to the cafe and the smell of coffee instantly fills his nose. He smiles walking up to the counter where Gabriel is standing.

"Dean-o, it's been a while, what brings you?" The brunette greets him with a cheerful smile, and putting his hand on his hips.

"Oh, you know," Dean pats his bag with the papers in it. "Work."

Gabriel scrunches up his face. "More papers?"

"Yup."

"You're gonna need the special, aren't you." He says this as a statement more than a question because he already knows the answer. "I don't know how you do it." Gabriel shakes his head and takes Dean's money.

"I don't even know how I do it some days."

Gabriel laughs and starts to make his drink. There aren't many people in the cafe right now seeing it's decently late, but there are a few people here and there. His attention is drawn back when Gabriel slides his drink to him with a smile. "Well, I'm glad you're doing it so I don't have to. I admire your desire to change the younger generation, even if it is futile because children listen to nobody."

Dean takes the cup rolling his eyes. "Tell me about it." He does a motion of a toast saying his thanks to Gabriel before heading over to a table by the windows and getting settled in. As much as he doesn't want it to be, it's time to get crackin.

While grading papers can be very tedious and aggravating at times, sometimes he comes across some sentences, or even whole papers, that just crack him up and make them worth it. He honestly should let them do personal essays more often. The bell above the door jingles indicating a new customer, but he doesn't look up from the paper his eyes are glued to seeing it's one of those rare moments that make it all worth it.

He hears Gabriel talking to the person that just walked in, but he can't hear what they're saying. Dean takes a sip of his drink leaning back in his chair, then he hears Gabriel's voice directed at him. "You're having too much fun over there for grading papers, Dean."

Dean grins. "If you read this essay you would be laughing too." He takes another sip and looks up to Gabriel, but when he sees the other man standing there smiling over at him, Dean chokes on his coffee. He lurches forward coughing sporadically in attempt to be able to breath correctly again. He hears some voices but he can't focus on them, his mind being bogged with other thoughts. Once his coughing slows he hears a familiar voice, one that he usually only hears on the television.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I, uh…" Holy shit his voice is so … no, he's not going to finish that thought. He slowly sits up rubbing his throat trying to get all the inappropriate thoughts from his head because he isn't supposed to think of a man like that. His father has made that clear to him at a young age. He looks up and meets a pair of captivatingly blue eyes, all thoughts wiped from his mind. "Whoa…" Castiel furrows his brows a bit and tilts his head to the side waiting to see if he's alright. Dean's voice is almost a whisper as he says, "Your eyes are beautiful."

Castiel's eyes widen slightly not expecting him to say that, but soon he smiles.

Realizing what he just said Dean's eyes fly wide open and he feels his face grow hot. "I, sorry, I didn't, they're just … really blue." Dean fumbles for his words and tries to cover it up, but he only succeeds in making himself even more embarrassed. There is a moment of silence and Dean thinks he royally messed up his first ever meeting with Castiel, but the next moment he braves a look at the man. His eyes are crinkled and the corner of his lips are turned up in a smile, then before he knows it there is a small laugh that comes from Castiel and it makes all his embarrassment worth it.

He meets his eyes, smile still in place. "It's alright." He assures Dean. Now typically at this time Dean would look away from the person's eyes, and he should want to look away not wanting to stare at him and be rude, but he can't. Their eyes remain locked for what feels like minutes, but in reality it's only a few seconds, and they stay like that until Gabriel's voice breaks them apart.

"Now would be the moment to comment on his eyes, with as much as your staring into them." They both simultaneously break eye contact. Castiel narrows his eyes at his brother and Dean drops his eyes to the papers for a second before looking back to Gabriel. "What?" Gabriel asks with a small smirk. "It's common courtesy."

"Gabriel." Castiel says with a stern tone.

"It's fate at first choking." Castiel and Dean's eyes both widen at the man and Gabriel shrugs as if it's no big deal. "For Dean-o and I it was fate at first coffee, I get that feeling, you know?"

Neither Castiel or Dean know what to say about that. Dean tries to think of something, but he only succeeds in making himself resemble a fish, but luckily neither of them have to say anything before Gabriel speaks up again.

"So, Dean, you going to the convention next week?"

Dean's mouth closes and he furrows his brows, and from the corner of his eye he sees Castiel turn his eyes to him. "What convention?"

Gabriel rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, clearly not buying that Dean had no clue what he is talking about. "Oh, come on, I know you're a fan of Mishapocalypse from the reaction to seeing Cassie here. There is a convention for it next week, don't tell me you didn't know."

Dean's eyes widen, he actually hadn't heard about any convention. But now he is feeling oddly nervous because now Castiel knows he is a fan of his show. He doesn't know why that makes him nervous, but for some reason he feels Cas is going to look at him differently now. Although the convention would be a great present for Sam for his birthday. He would be able to meet Jess again. At that thought he freezes, that's perfect.

Castiel's eyes snap to his brother with a glare for putting Dean on the spot like that. "Gabriel."

"What? I'm curious." Gabriel shrugs.

"Are the tickets still being sold?" Dean asks making both of them to turn their attention to him. "Okay wait," Dean purses his lips in thought trying to put them together so it doesn't come out rambled. "I'm new to the whole convention thing,"

"You don't say." Gabriel mocks, earning a glare from his brother, but Dean pays it no attention.

"Do we get to meet the actors if we buy the tickets?"

"There are a couple different types of tickets. There are the normal admission where you won't get to get autographs and you won't get any photo ops. If you want to meet the actors then you would have to buy the silver ticket at least, but even then you won't get to meet all the actors."

"Is Jessica Moore going to be at this convention?"

Castiel nods, the faintest flicker of disappointment flashes across his eyes when Dean smiles widely. "Yes, you will be able to meet her with the silver ticket. I can get the ticket for you if you'd like."

Dean's eyes widen at the offer. "I couldn't ask you to do that, I can get them online right?"

"It would be no big deal, but yes you can get them online."

Dean relaxes a bit. "Awesome, okay, uhm," He starts packing his things and slings his bag over his shoulder looking back up to them. "Thanks for the coffee as usual Gabriel, and uh," His eyes meet intense blue ones and he has to take a moment because damn they are so much prettier in person. "It was really great meeting you, like," A wide smile spreads across his face and he is unable to stop it as he says, "Awesome, but I have some tickets to buy. See you later."

Dean starts heading to the door and Gabriel pipes in before he leaves, "Gold ticket meets Cassie by the way."

"Thanks Gabe." Dean shoots back over his shoulder as he pushes through the doors.

Castiel narrows his eyes at his brother walking back over to the counter. When Gabriel meets his eyes he smirks. "If you keep your face like that it's going to stick eventually."

"What are you trying to get him into, Gabriel?"

"Why do you always think I'm plotting something? Can't I just do something for my best friend without you criticizing me?"

"No." Castiel sighs, shoulders sagging. "Gabriel if you are trying to play matchmaker again-"

"I'm not." He cuts in. When Castiel gives him a skeptical stare he elaborates. "I promise, I was just telling him the gold ticket met you because you left it out."

Castiel arches a brow, but decides to let it go. "Fine, but I feel I have to re-inform you I am perfectly happy with my life how it is now."

Castiel pulls his bottom lip between his teeth for a second thinking about Dean. It felt like they had a moment when they were looking into each other's eyes, but Castiel has to assume Dean only likes him as Misha considering Dean doesn't really know him. But who is Castiel to say Dean even likes men in that way? Dean probably was just excited to meet Castiel because he is a fan, and Castiel was just projecting his own desires into Dean's eyes.

Okay, so Castiel really does want to be in a relationship with someone, and he is actually trying to find someone, but it is so difficult. Besides Dean is probably straight, judging from the reaction he had when Castiel said Jessica would be at the convention, which kind of sucks seeing he seems like a really nice person, but he will just have to get over it.

Gabriel frowns for a second seeing the look in Castiel's eyes. If someone didn't know him like Gabriel does, then they wouldn't see that disappointment sitting there. Gabriel has known Dean for a while now and yes they only talk when he comes in the shop, but they have had a few meaningful conversations over the year, and Gabriel would like to think he's gotten a good reading on Dean's personality. Sure Dean appears straight, but Gabriel has learned to not assume things about people when Castiel came out to him.

Or perhaps 'came out' isn't the right term in Castiel's words, he said he was never 'in any closet' and Gabriel simply assumed what he was.

So long story short, Gabriel doesn't assume anyone's sexuality anymore. He needs to hear it from their lips for it to be concrete. Also meaning Dean seems straight, but he could be bi, pan, or anything under the rainbow. Another possibility is that Dean doesn't know what he likes and only goes after women because that's the normal, and all he could need is a little nudge in the right direction, preferably with his brother so Castiel will stop making those puppy eyes at all the couples he passes and making Gabriel, the overprotective older brother he is, worried as fuck and just wants him to be happy.

Castiel has left Gabriel no choice but to play cupid again. There is no way he is going to make any kind of move on Dean, so this mean he is going to have to crack out some ingenious ideas, and fast. He is going to put this plan into action at the convention if all goes well.

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Dean slides into the driver's seat to the impala and starts her up. His eyes dart over to the cafe for one more glance and sees Castiel talking to Gabriel through the storefront windows. In that moment realization washes over him like a freight train.

He just met Castiel Novak. He just choked on his coffee and Castiel asked him if he was okay. Castiel's eyes were on him. They had talked as if it was a normal occurrence. Dean just met Castiel fucking Novak by pure luck.

"Oh my god…" He whispers to himself as he runs his hands down his face. He never thought he would be thinking this, but he is so happy about having that little spat with Sam right about now.