So, this is a birthday fic for elemenoze. He wanted some human AU, wherein Dean works for Gabriel in a bakery and Cas is a cop along with failed wooing. So this is what happened.

I know it's a bit early, but well...I don't feel like waiting til the 19th and I have too much other crap to be focusing on writing. So...happy early birthday you pushy bastard.

Anyway! This is a one-shot, I don't really plan on going anywhere else with this, maybe in the future if I think of anything to add to it. Probably not though since I've got fifty billion other prompts waiting to be written. Curse my brain.

And thank you to Scoobert0 for betaing for me. I was so excited to see it had returned to me this morning.

So, I hope you guys enjoy!

Thursday's were Dean's favorite day of the week. He'd never admit the true reason why he appreciated Thursday's above all other days of course, but he really loved Thursdays.

He enjoyed them simply because of a certain blue-eyed man that came into the bakery every day, he'd come in in the mornings, say hello to his brother, get his coffee and head off to work for the day. Dean had been working for Gabriel for two years now and for four months Castiel had been coming in, Dean didn't know what had caused the homicide detective to make the move from Detroit to Chicago, but he certainly wasn't going to complain.

Thursday's were the day Castiel not only came into the bakery in the morning, but he would come in in the evening and share dinner with his brother, thus giving Dean a couple extra hours of ogling time.

Dean had never imagined he'd end up working in a bakery, he actually quite enjoyed it though, and it had taught him how to make an amazing pie. It was a job though, something different and new and despite how annoying Gabriel could be at times, they were friends in a way and Dean had fun.

"You know, you're going about this the wrong way." Gabriel said, leaning against the door that lead back into the kitchen where the smells of freshly baking croissants could be smelt. Dean ignored him and went back to trying to decide which cookie to slip into the bag that would contain Castiel's bagel.

"Dunno what you're talking about." Dean muttered when he realized Gabriel wasn't going to let this drop.

"Cas isn't a fan of cookies."

"Now I know you're lying." Because who didn't like cookies?

"Think I know my brother better than you do Dean." Gabriel watched as Dean selected a chocolate cookie loaded with walnuts and chocolate chips, "Bad choice."

"According to you, everything is a bad choice. I don't believe you're trying to help me."

"Oh please, I'm trying to help. Cassie needs to get laid, he's a workaholic."

"Well then why don't you tell me what he likes and spare me the trouble of guessing?" Dean snapped, shutting the case in front of him and turning to glare at Gabriel.

The shorter man snorted, smirked, "Or you could just ask him out. Like a normal person."

Dean chose to ignore him and went back to contemplating the cookie selection. Gabriel sighed, "You're hopeless Winchester," then shouted as the bell above the door dinged, "Morning bro!"

Two months ago, Dean had decided he possibly liked Cas more than he would an average person. Liked how the head titled when he didn't understand something, liked how the corners of his mouth would twitch up in a small smile when Dean managed to say something he found amusing. Dean definitely appreciated the constant sex hair and those inhumanly blue eyes that seemed to always been staring into him instead of at him. Plus, the additional glance of seeing Cas in that shoulder holster whenever he relaxed enough to take his jacket off was a bigger turn on that Dean would have imagined.

"Good Morning Gabriel. Hello, Dean." He gave Dean his pleased little smile, like coming in every morning and seeing Dean was just the highlight of his day. Dean returned it and was pleased to note Castiel had left his god-awful trench coat at home; he didn't want to worry about Cas dying of heatstroke since summer was on them with a vengeance. Cas seemed to wear the damn thing everywhere. There was still a rumpled suit though, sans tie, which gave Dean a clear, unobstructed view of that pale throat, sweat already gathering in the hollow of his throat. Dean just wanted to lean over the counter and lick.

"Usual?" He asked instead. Castiel nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips as he handed over his travel mug, which Dean filled up with the coffee that had just finished brewing since by now, Dean knew Cas' routine as well as his own.

Monday's Cas always ran five to eight minutes late, since Dean learned the man was nota morning person. Tuesday's were Dean's day off so he was sadly Castiel free. Wednesday's he ordered a blueberry muffin instead of his usual bagel with strawberry cream cheese, Thursday's he would come in the morning as usual and then come in later in the evening with pizza, Chinese or Thai food. Friday resulted in a happier Castiel, one that was easier to smile and more open in his bantering with Gabriel. Cas' routine had only varied a handful of times and only because of his job.

Dean took the bagel Gabriel handed him, done up just as Castiel liked it, slipped it into a bag with a plain sugar cookie and ignored the, "Wrong, wrong, wrong." Gabriel hissed at him.

Dean smiled at Cas, handed him the bag and opened his mouth to say something witty and clever, but Cas' phone ringing cut him off. Cas shot him an apologetic smile, juggled his mug, bag and phone as he headed out the door with a quick, "Detective Adams," before the door swung shut behind him.

"You're so pathetic." Gabriel muttered before he turned and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Dean to man the front of the store while he did his "pastry experimentation" in the back. Dean didn't even want to know what that meant.

The day passed in a blur of customers and various baked goods, Thursday wasn't as busy as the weekend, but Dean never had a dull moment throughout the day.

Naturally, it all looked up when Cas let himself in through the door at six-thirty, carrying a pizza and a six-pack. Had it been for him he would have confessed his undying and eternal love.

"Hey Cas."

That small, pleased smile again, "Hello, Dean." Dean moved to lock the door behind Cas, technically, they didn't close until seven, but the shelves were nearly empty and there were no customers coming in anyway. Castiel smiled at him again and greeted Gabriel who was already situated at the table in the back corner, glasses and plates waiting. Dean moved to finish closing everything up and wiping down the counters when Gabriel called out, "Why don't you come join us Dean?"

"Uh, sure. Okay." Dean tossed his rag onto the counter and pulled up another chair, squeezing himself between Castiel and Gabriel.

Dean was well into his third slice of pizza when Cas mumbled around his own mouthful, "So how did you come to work with Gabriel?"

"Oh, don't start with the interrogation Cas. You've been doing so well." Cas glared over at Gabriel, "I'm simply curious."

"Bet Dean would love nothing more than to take care of that...curiosity." Dean choked on his beer and Cas' glare intensified.

Gabriel grinned and leaned towards Dean, "He does this all the time. The last few people I had working for me before you? Didn't stand up to it. Neither have some of my exes." Dean eyed Castiel who was scowling down at a wayward pepperoni, "Kali was a disaster waiting to happen."

"Not my fault I like my women with some fire in them."

"She would have eaten you alive Gabriel."

Dean looked between the two, pointed at Castiel as he said to Gabriel, "I thought he was the younger brother."

"Physically. Mentally I'm older than Gabriel."

Gabriel tossed a piece of crust with a, "Hey!" Dean snickered; Sam probably would have said something similar.

"Younger brothers are a pain in the ass. Right Dean?"

"Well that I can agree on. It's in their job description." Cas glared at the two of them, leaned back in his chair with an elbow draped over the back, beer bottle dangling from his long fingers, clearly unimpressed. Dean grinned at him, nudged him with a foot under the table, "No offense or anything Cas."

One of Cas' eyebrows went up, he took a sip from his bottle and said, "You didn't answer my question."

"Huh?"

"How did you come to work for Gabriel?"

Dean shrugged, downed the last of his beer, "Was new in town, and needed a job. Gabriel got back to me before anyone else did."

Gabriel shot Dean a shit eating grin, "That and he just couldn't get enough of me."

Both Dean and Castiel rolled their eyes. Gabriel stood, gathered their plates and empty bottles before shooting Dean a wink and leaving him with Cas.

Well, this was bound to get awkward.

"You have a younger brother?" Cas asked, bending down to retrieve the last two bottles of beer from the case at his feet. He popped them open and handed one to Dean, who nodded his thanks and answered, "Yeah. Sam, he's off in California studying to be a lawyer."

Cas hummed and stared at Dean like he was wondering what to ask next.

A little unnerved by that intense blue stare Dean asked, "Want my social security number? Previous addresses?"

Cas stared at him for a moment, then pulled a pen from an inner pocket in his jacket, pushed it and a napkin towards Dean, "Yes."

Dean blinked at him, Cas was so straight faced and he'd said it so deadpan he wasn't sure if he was serious or joking. Finally, Cas' mouth twitched as he took a sip from his beer, Dean chuckled, whacked him on the shoulder and grumbled, "You're an ass."

Cas blinked at him, looked away as he took another sip and muttered, "A phone number would be sufficient."

Dean opened his mouth to say something possibly sarcastic, but clamped it shut before he could make a fool of himself. Had Cas seriously just asked for his phone number? Dean stared at Cas and Cas stared everywhere but at Dean, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

Dean grinned, pulled the napkin and pen closer and wrote it down before pushing it back towards Cas. Cas looked down at it and looked like he was fighting the urge to grin himself.

"I hate to break up the love fest, but I need to get this one home. He'll be completely insufferable in the morning if he doesn't get his beauty rest." Gabriel appeared behind Cas, hands on Cas' shoulder, chin resting in Cas' eternal bed hair.

"I will not." Cas grumbled, rolling his eyes. He stood though, finished off his beer and tossed the empty bottle into the trash. Gabriel steered him towards the door, barely allowing any time for Cas to gather his things.

"Sure Gabe, I'll finish closing up! No problem!" Dean shouted as the door swung shut behind the brothers.

"Thanks Dean!" Floated in through the door before it clicked closed, Dean shook his head and moved behind the counter. At least he had something to look forward to this weekend now.

Friday morning found Dean watching the door like a hawk, waiting for Castiel to come into the store. Since he hadn't gotten any feedback about the sugar cookie, sometimes he did if he came close; he was staring into the display case, trying to decide what the hell Cas liked.

After the fifth time the door opened and Dean looked up hopefully, only to be disappointed, Gabriel let out a sigh and said, "He's not coming in Romeo. Cas got called out to work at three in the fucking morning."

"Oh."

"He's either passed out on his desk right now or working." Dean shrugged and went back to work, trying to pretend that wasn't disappointment he felt.

Saturday and Sunday yielded no phone call from Cas either. Monday he was also a no show, Gabriel telling him he hadn't even seen Cas himself since Cas was apparently ass deep in a case.

Tuesday, Dean's day off, he decided to quit his fucking moping and found himself walking down the block to his favorite diner to gorge himself on a wonderful double-bacon cheeseburger. Extra fries. So when Dean walked into the diner and saw Castiel sitting at a table in the back he was a little surprised. The table was covered with papers; Cas had his head resting in one hand and a pen tapping against a notebook in the other. Dean watched with a small grin as Cas' head slowly dipped down, dragging along his hand until it popped back upright and he called for a waitress to refill his coffee.

Feeling brave and a little frustrated that Cas is here and not calling Dean all weekend, Dean slid himself into the booth across from Cas and said, "Generally when someone gives you their phone number you're supposed to call them."

The resulting action was well worth it.

Cas jumped about a mile in the air, his pen went flying out of his hand and he turned his wide, startled blue eyes to Dean, "Dean!"

"One and only. Haven't seen you around."

"I've uh…been busy with work," he indicated the sprawl of papers everywhere, accepted his pen that a nice waitress had brought back for him, "I've wanted to call."

Dean stared at him for a moment, turned and ordered his food before turning back to watch as Cas went about bringing order to his mess.

"I was going to call earlier, but I guess I lost track of time," Cas shoved everything into a messenger bag sitting on the seat beside him and rubbed a hand over his eyes, "I'm sorry Dean, I've hardly slept this weekend."

"Dude, seriously. I get it, I was just joking." Mostly.

When their waitress, whose nametag read Brandi, returned with Dean's order Cas ordered a slice of cake.

Dean nearly had a stroke.

"You mean I've been sneaking you cookies and tarts and danishes for months when all I needed was a fucking cake?" Dean snapped when the chocolate cake was placed in front of Cas. Dean really hadn't figured Cas would be one of the people who enjoyed the simplest things.

Cas gave him the stink eye and mumbled around a mouthful, "What you needed was to just ask me."

Dean threw a fry at him.

"Although I did particularly enjoy the lemon tart."

Dean threw another fry, only to have it tossed back.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, Cas making pornographic sounds that had certain parts of Dean's anatomy perking up in interest. Dean suspected the bastard across the table from him was doing it on purpose.

"So, why did you-"

"I got tired of waiting." Cas swiped a finger along his now empty plate, gathering frosting and crumbs.

"So should I consider this our first date?" Cas popped the finger into his mouth, Dean tried not to watch those lips wrapped around that finger too closely.

Cas grinned at him around his finger before letting it slip out, spit slicked and shining in the light of the diner, "Lucky for you I put out on the first date." With that, Cas slid out of the booth and headed for the door where he paused and turned to look at Dean, raising an eyebrow in question.

Dean hastened to throw some cash down on the table before he was stumbling after Cas.

When he woke up the next morning with Cas sprawled over his chest, Dean decided this was something he could get used to.

Even if Gabriel was never going to let him live it down.