NotaPunk: Hello wonderful readers! This is my first SPN story, and all the thanks go to the genius writer Myuura-K! She writes great Sassy stories(all of my favorites :P) and has inspired me to take up writing again. She is very creative and all of you should check her out, you won't be disappointed!
Gabriel/ Various OFCs AND OMCs
Castiel felt like a creep for watching the tall teenager from across the library, but this was the closest he ever got to see the stranger. Castiel was usually busy studying or hanging around with his roommate. He continued to stare at the man like he had been doing for several weeks.
Was it creepy? Yes. Was it wrong? Maybe. Did he enjoy it a little too much? Hell yes! The blue eyed teen didn't know if it was his raging teen hormones, or the man was just so captivating. Either way, if his extremely Catholic parents found out, he'd be dead. That dimpled smile was worth it though.
The man was tall, that much was obvious and muscled. He had a cute dimpled smile that made Castiel's heart melt and shaggy looking dark brown hair. Castiel never got close enough to see what color his eyes were, he didn't even know the poor guy's name. That was alright with him though. He was a quiet nerdy type guy who lost any form of thought around attractive men or anything that could be related to sex in any way, shape or form.
So let's repeat this, Castiel was content with just watching this guy, once a week in a public library for three hours. The weirdo.
He hid behind a book case and pretended to be focused on reading some essay about the mating habits of banana slugs. He peered around the wooden corner. The man was hunched over a table with several books and papers scattered around him. After a while he stopped and stretched his tired muscles with a grunt before settling down again, this time resting his chin on the palm of his hand.
As he was about to get back to his studies, something caught his eye. He glanced up and stared right at Castiel. The shorter male's eyes widened and his heart sped up. Was he caught? But the man just tilted his head and sent a quirk of the lips to the blue eyed teen. Castiel parted his lips slightly before shaking his head mentally and waving at the man in a slow manner. This made the man smile, his dimples showing in all their glory, and his eyes sparkled. Castiel's heart stopped, and it felt as though a lump was forming in his throat. His cheeks were a light pink. He was sure he would've stayed in that position if his cell phone didn't start going off, playing Celine Dion's 'My Heart Will Go On.'
He turned away so quickly that he didn't notice Sam's small chuckle or even that his smile grew even larger. Castiel flipped opened his phone and growled "What is it Balthazar?" Even though the two teens were best friends/roommates, they got on each other's nerve constantly.
The Brit's teasing quickly came, "Sorry for bothering you during your special, 'Stalk Sasquatch' time, but I need you to do something for me."
"I do not stalk him," hissed Castiel.
This didn't stop Balthazar from chuckling, "Anyway," dear lord his smirk was evident in his voice, "remember last month when Bel-"
"If you are going to tell me about your nymphomaniac of a sister broke into your savings account and drained you again, don't even dare ask me to spot you some money for prostitutes."
"Like I need prostitutes Cas! What I was going to do was remind you that she stole Principle Crowley's car, then wrecked it, and framed me for all of it."
Cas pinched the bridge of his nose, "I wasn't even aware that that had occurred."
"Well now you do. Now stop interrupting me. As I was saying, I was framed, and now Crowley is making me pay for repairs, and the only place that is in my price range is across town, and thank you so much for volunteering to drive me, that sadist and his car there! You are such a great friend!"
"And if you say no, you don't remember, I will invite Gabriel into town for Spring Break."
"I was just going to ask where you needed to be picked up from."
"Good boy. In front of the school in ten minutes." Castiel quickly shut his phone and turned to see if the man was still in the seat. He wasn't, he was long gone. Damn Balthazar.
He should've known that Balthazar and his principle would be late, that he didn't have to rush. But unlike his so called friend, he was raised with manners, such as being on time, not asking for money, and not dating your best friend's little sister then bragging about it to previously mentioned best friend every chance you got!
Castiel grumbled his complaints to himself as he stepped out of his father's tow truck. Balthazar always asked Cas to borrow his father's truck whenever he needed his car to be repaired or picked up, to save money. Cas hated asking his father for the truck, and hated driving it even more.
His wait was short, because only a couple of minutes later he saw his principal, in the wrecked 1996 Jaguar XJ220, in the driver's seat, while Balthazar was pushing it from behind.
Crowley's face was red as he yelled over his shoulder, "COME ON TALBOT! HURRY IT UP; I DON'T HAVE ALL BLOODY DAY!" Cas had to bite his tongue from laughing at the scene in front of him. Any intention of laughter soon died as Crowley turned his fierce glare onto Cas, his face turning even redder. "HEY! MILTON! HOW ABOUT YOU GO HELP HIM!" Cas quickly nodded and ran to his friend's side, pushing the car with all his strength. Balthazar gave him a sheepish smile which was returned with Cas's disapproving glare.
"You owe me so much right now," hissed the brunette to the blonde.
"I'll just add that to the list, darling."
The car ride wasn't terrible, just extremely awkward. All three men were shoved into the front seat, and crammed together as Castiel drove, taking directions from Balthazar. Crowley had taken control over the radio, playing songs that he really didn't care for, but knew the younger boys cringed at.
After awhile Balthazar said with relief, "We're here!" as they passed a sign 'Singer Salvage Yard'. Castiel groaned, knowing that Crowley would have a fit any time soon, as he drove onto a drive way with two cars parked in it already. The house looked like a mess, and there was a dog laying on the porch, lazily soaking up the sun.
All three men got out of the car and walked up to the door. The dog lifted his head to look at them, before laying it back down on the wooden porch. Crowley stared at the dog with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Balthazar rapped the rickety door three times before they heard someone coming.
It sounded as if there was an elephant racing to greet them. The noise was soon replaced with the unlocking of the door. The door was quickly opened to reveal a tall hazel eyed young man with an apologetic smile.
"Sorry about the wait, you'd think with four people here someone who is actually just in the next room would answer the door." He sent a glare to the right, and there was a muffled reply that sounded like 'Bitch!'
He turned to look at the visitors, his eyes landing on Castiel in surprise. His mouth opened to form an 'O' but before he could get a word out, Crowley was pushing his way in, Balthazar behind him and Castiel staring straight back at the man.
"Are you Mr. Singer?"
"Um, no, I'm his-"
"Please get him; I need to discuss a problem with him immediately." The man just nodded as his eyebrows crinkled. He shrugged it off before walking into another room and reappearing with an older bearded man who wore a glare on his face.
"I'm guessing you're the ass who came into my house uninvited." He bellowed, his voice was deep and had an edge to it from years of drinking. Balthazar held back a snicker. Crowley blinked at the man, nodding, a smirk forming on his face.
His held his hand out for a handshake and his smirk still in place, "Pleasure to meet you, my name is Fergus McLeod, and you may call me Crowley." The man just glared at the gesture, adjusting his cap.
"I'm Bobby Singer, and you were very rude to my boy Sam over here. Before I even consider 'discussing' your problem you better damn well apologize to him, then me, then my dog for the dirty look you gave him."
NotaPunk: I know that this chapter is kind of short but I'll update when I can. Plus I feel as though a few things need some explaining. And by some, I mean just one. That is the ringtone set for Balthazar, explanation: Cas is too kind to actually do something that could actually hurt Balthazar, so this is one of many little ways he gets back at him. This however doesn't mean that Cas can't take him in a fight.