Cas in Real Life 2 of 17
Title: Cas in Real Life: 2 of 17
Author:teagirl_donna
Rating:PG-13
Genre: AU- (My take on a Cas/Dean version of movie Dan in Real Life)
Pairing: Dean/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel (This happens by Chapter 3), and Sam/Gabriel.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: AU
Word Count: WIP
Summary: Castiel is a writer; his wife died several years ago, and is too busy taking care of three daughters. Or is he? Every fall his family gathers at the family beach house to close it up for the winter. Dean Winchester works at a classic car garage owned by some guy named Gabriel. Dean, being Dean, slept with the boss, and got asked to spend a long weekend at a beach house, but he didn't expect Gabe's whole family to be there.
Authors Notes. I am excited to be posting again it’s been a long while! I have to thank the wonderful siennis , she did a fantastic job editing this, and put up with me when I rewrote the whole chapter. She’ a beta goddess! In this this chapter we meet the Winchesters, and Dean tells Sam his "troubles "
New? Give me a try from Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Across town a brother was helping his little bro move into his new apartment.
“Dean!” shrieked Sam putting down one of his moving boxes.
“Don’t start with me Sammy. I know I messed up,” said Dean in a gruff voice and looking like a 1st grader that had been scolded.
“He’s your boss! I know you will sleep with anybody, but… but he’s your boss!” said Sam with his hands on his hips and patented face that says you should know better. God, Sammy could be such a bitch sometimes, thought Dean.
“Remind me again why we are moving your stuff at ass crack of dawn?” said Dean,
“One, most people wouldn’t call 8am ‘ass crack of dawn.’ Two, nice subject change, we’ll get back on topic here in a minute. And three, I’ve only got you for one day to help me move, and while the Impala has a large trunk and back seat it’s going to take a lot of trips. By the way, why can’t you help me unpack?” asked Sam as they walked down the stairs to the Impala to get another load.
Dean stopped dead on the stairs, and Sammy walked into him. “What’s the deal man?” asked Sam.
Dean turned around, but would not look Sam in the eye. He started to rub the back of his neck and said, “Well you see… ah… Gabe’s asked… metospendalongweekendwithhim.”
“What was that?” asked Sam with a smile on his face.
“You know very well what I said,” said Dean getting in a huff and storming out to his car.
“My big brother’s in a relationship,” Sam said in a sing-song voice, following him out to the car and getting in the Impala.
“It’s not funny Sam, and NO I’M NOT! I mean how do you tell your boss sorry, but you really didn’t mean to bend him over a 1970 Dodge Challenger and screw his brains out?”
“Way too much info, Dean!” said Sam, fake gagging. “Why don’t you just talk to him about it? The few times I met him, he seemed pretty cool,” he said turning his face to the window trying to hide a slight blush. “He seems like the type of guy that would get over it. I mean, I think he can live without you.”
“Ha-ha. But we’re supposed to spend the whole weekend at the beach! I swear I’m never drinking a purple nurple again,” grumbled Dean.
“Well, just drive out there tomorrow and tell him how it is. And try to make a smooth exit, so he has time to get over it before Monday,” said Sam, trying to be helpful.
When did Sammy get so smart, thought Dean.
He was the college man of the family, and Dean was man enough to admit he was proud of him. Sam had attended a college a couple of towns over. Dean had hardly got to see him. The nerd had spent all of his time studying, and graduated at the top of his class. He’d never admit it, but he was glad Sammy was moving back. The geek had gone to school for graphic design and then got a masters in business. Dean had to give him credit, the kid wanted to work for himself and he had done all he could to make that happen. He had gotten an office and an apartment above it for cheap and was rehabbing it on his own. He was on his way.
Dean, on the other hand liked the simple life. In high school he had worked at his Uncle Bobby’s junkyard. It was during those hot, miserable summers he fell in love with cars. Straight out of high school he got certified as a mechanic, and spent the next few years moving from garage to garage. Dean was never good at keeping his mouth shut, he blamed Bobby, and if people messed up their cars because they were idiots… well he felt it was his right to tell them so.
Two years ago their dad suddenly died, and he left Dean a beat-up Impala. Dean had fallen in love immediately. He spent the better part of a year restoring the car to perfect condition. He worked weekends at Bobby’s for the parts, and bit by bit he returned the car to its pervious glory.
Then fate led him to the job of his dreams.
One day, he was leaving a diner when he saw a man about 5’11 with straw colored hair eyeing his baby.
“Can I help you,” asked Dean, irritated with the man.
The man squatted down and ran a hand over the front bumper saying, “1967 fully restored Chevy Impala. I haven’t seen one of these in years. “
The man sounded like he was a lot older then he looked, and he couldn’t be more than a few years older than Dean. He really wasn’t paying attention to Dean, and it was pissing him off.
“Dude, quit manhandling my baby,” said Dean.
“Where’d you buy it?” asked the man finally looking up at Dean.
“My Dad left it to me, and rebuilt it myself,” said he reached for the doorknob ready to leave the weird guy in his dust.
“Brains and a body, must be my lucky day,” the guy said popping a dum dum lollipop, in his mouth.
Dean was pretty sure he was pulling one of Sam’s bitch faces right then. When Dean could speak again he said, “What?”
“I own Angel Rides, if you ever need a job give me a call,” the man said as business card seemed too popped out of nowhere and into the man’s hand.
Dean took it and was utterly shocked. This was Gabriel Novak! He drove by that garage once a week hopping that one day there would be a job wanted sign.
Then Gabriel shoved his hand in his pockets and made to walk off.
“Hey, want to grab a slice of pie with me?” said Dean pointing over his should with his thumb.
Gabriel turned around smiled and said, “Sure, I’ve always got a sweat tooth.”
Dean had now been working at Angel Rides for the last year. It was the best job he had ever had. Hell, he’d go as far as saying his dream job. While he never understood his father, he thanked him every day for the Impala.
The job was great, but the bad thing was that Dean and Gabriel were major flirts and smartasses. Sam would say, “Unmovable object, meet and unstoppable force.” There was a big bang coming, but no one was sure what the outcome was going to be. The whole thing had come to a head when Gabriel had entered the shop in a competition.
It was a ‘Now and Then’ build. The shop took a 1970 and 2010 Challenger and reworked them. Dean had been the team leader on the project. He even got the 2010 to look more like the 1970 without too much body work. They were works of art, and he loved how they had turned out.
They had won, and Gabe had taken the garage out to celebrate. A few drinks too many and well… here he was.
Sam was right. He needed to stop his and Gabriel’s… thing, and quick.
“That’s… Not a bad idea, Sammy. It will just be the two of us at his family beach house. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”
Hope you like! Why don't leave a comment of what you thought? Thank ya kindly for readin'
Chapter 3 this way...
Author:teagirl_donna
Rating:PG-13
Genre: AU- (My take on a Cas/Dean version of movie Dan in Real Life)
Pairing: Dean/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel (This happens by Chapter 3), and Sam/Gabriel.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: AU
Word Count: WIP
Summary: Castiel is a writer; his wife died several years ago, and is too busy taking care of three daughters. Or is he? Every fall his family gathers at the family beach house to close it up for the winter. Dean Winchester works at a classic car garage owned by some guy named Gabriel. Dean, being Dean, slept with the boss, and got asked to spend a long weekend at a beach house, but he didn't expect Gabe's whole family to be there.
Authors Notes. I am excited to be posting again it’s been a long while! I have to thank the wonderful siennis , she did a fantastic job editing this, and put up with me when I rewrote the whole chapter. She’ a beta goddess! In this this chapter we meet the Winchesters, and Dean tells Sam his "troubles "
New? Give me a try from Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Across town a brother was helping his little bro move into his new apartment.
“Dean!” shrieked Sam putting down one of his moving boxes.
“Don’t start with me Sammy. I know I messed up,” said Dean in a gruff voice and looking like a 1st grader that had been scolded.
“He’s your boss! I know you will sleep with anybody, but… but he’s your boss!” said Sam with his hands on his hips and patented face that says you should know better. God, Sammy could be such a bitch sometimes, thought Dean.
“Remind me again why we are moving your stuff at ass crack of dawn?” said Dean,
“One, most people wouldn’t call 8am ‘ass crack of dawn.’ Two, nice subject change, we’ll get back on topic here in a minute. And three, I’ve only got you for one day to help me move, and while the Impala has a large trunk and back seat it’s going to take a lot of trips. By the way, why can’t you help me unpack?” asked Sam as they walked down the stairs to the Impala to get another load.
Dean stopped dead on the stairs, and Sammy walked into him. “What’s the deal man?” asked Sam.
Dean turned around, but would not look Sam in the eye. He started to rub the back of his neck and said, “Well you see… ah… Gabe’s asked… metospendalongweekendwithhim.”
“What was that?” asked Sam with a smile on his face.
“You know very well what I said,” said Dean getting in a huff and storming out to his car.
“My big brother’s in a relationship,” Sam said in a sing-song voice, following him out to the car and getting in the Impala.
“It’s not funny Sam, and NO I’M NOT! I mean how do you tell your boss sorry, but you really didn’t mean to bend him over a 1970 Dodge Challenger and screw his brains out?”
“Way too much info, Dean!” said Sam, fake gagging. “Why don’t you just talk to him about it? The few times I met him, he seemed pretty cool,” he said turning his face to the window trying to hide a slight blush. “He seems like the type of guy that would get over it. I mean, I think he can live without you.”
“Ha-ha. But we’re supposed to spend the whole weekend at the beach! I swear I’m never drinking a purple nurple again,” grumbled Dean.
“Well, just drive out there tomorrow and tell him how it is. And try to make a smooth exit, so he has time to get over it before Monday,” said Sam, trying to be helpful.
When did Sammy get so smart, thought Dean.
He was the college man of the family, and Dean was man enough to admit he was proud of him. Sam had attended a college a couple of towns over. Dean had hardly got to see him. The nerd had spent all of his time studying, and graduated at the top of his class. He’d never admit it, but he was glad Sammy was moving back. The geek had gone to school for graphic design and then got a masters in business. Dean had to give him credit, the kid wanted to work for himself and he had done all he could to make that happen. He had gotten an office and an apartment above it for cheap and was rehabbing it on his own. He was on his way.
Dean, on the other hand liked the simple life. In high school he had worked at his Uncle Bobby’s junkyard. It was during those hot, miserable summers he fell in love with cars. Straight out of high school he got certified as a mechanic, and spent the next few years moving from garage to garage. Dean was never good at keeping his mouth shut, he blamed Bobby, and if people messed up their cars because they were idiots… well he felt it was his right to tell them so.
Two years ago their dad suddenly died, and he left Dean a beat-up Impala. Dean had fallen in love immediately. He spent the better part of a year restoring the car to perfect condition. He worked weekends at Bobby’s for the parts, and bit by bit he returned the car to its pervious glory.
Then fate led him to the job of his dreams.
One day, he was leaving a diner when he saw a man about 5’11 with straw colored hair eyeing his baby.
“Can I help you,” asked Dean, irritated with the man.
The man squatted down and ran a hand over the front bumper saying, “1967 fully restored Chevy Impala. I haven’t seen one of these in years. “
The man sounded like he was a lot older then he looked, and he couldn’t be more than a few years older than Dean. He really wasn’t paying attention to Dean, and it was pissing him off.
“Dude, quit manhandling my baby,” said Dean.
“Where’d you buy it?” asked the man finally looking up at Dean.
“My Dad left it to me, and rebuilt it myself,” said he reached for the doorknob ready to leave the weird guy in his dust.
“Brains and a body, must be my lucky day,” the guy said popping a dum dum lollipop, in his mouth.
Dean was pretty sure he was pulling one of Sam’s bitch faces right then. When Dean could speak again he said, “What?”
“I own Angel Rides, if you ever need a job give me a call,” the man said as business card seemed too popped out of nowhere and into the man’s hand.
Dean took it and was utterly shocked. This was Gabriel Novak! He drove by that garage once a week hopping that one day there would be a job wanted sign.
Then Gabriel shoved his hand in his pockets and made to walk off.
“Hey, want to grab a slice of pie with me?” said Dean pointing over his should with his thumb.
Gabriel turned around smiled and said, “Sure, I’ve always got a sweat tooth.”
Dean had now been working at Angel Rides for the last year. It was the best job he had ever had. Hell, he’d go as far as saying his dream job. While he never understood his father, he thanked him every day for the Impala.
The job was great, but the bad thing was that Dean and Gabriel were major flirts and smartasses. Sam would say, “Unmovable object, meet and unstoppable force.” There was a big bang coming, but no one was sure what the outcome was going to be. The whole thing had come to a head when Gabriel had entered the shop in a competition.
It was a ‘Now and Then’ build. The shop took a 1970 and 2010 Challenger and reworked them. Dean had been the team leader on the project. He even got the 2010 to look more like the 1970 without too much body work. They were works of art, and he loved how they had turned out.
They had won, and Gabe had taken the garage out to celebrate. A few drinks too many and well… here he was.
Sam was right. He needed to stop his and Gabriel’s… thing, and quick.
“That’s… Not a bad idea, Sammy. It will just be the two of us at his family beach house. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”
Hope you like! Why don't leave a comment of what you thought? Thank ya kindly for readin'
Chapter 3 this way...