Don't y'all worry about this one. Destiel with mentions of Sabriel, which brings me to my point. The next one I post after this will be the Sabriel half. So don't stress if some things are left unanswered when I end it.

Sam had always hated the thought of pulling out hair, but he was really starting to consider it. His brother was driving him absolutely crazy! Him and Cas's staring and eye sex and avoidance and EVERYTHING was making him eye the wall with a crazy glint.

He had to put a stop to it. But he needed help. Charlie could help. She was sneaky enough to. Gabe definitely could, but things there were complicated to say the least.
It wasn't his fault he fell for that bumbling and oblivious idiot of an archangel! It also wasn't his fault that he wasn't going to initiate anything. If Gabe wanted - and that was a giant huge magnificently large gargantuan IF - it to happen, he'd have to be the one to grow a pair and do something. Preferably him.

SAM THIS IS A DESTIEL THING AND YOU HAVE ONE JOB.

He got on his phone and texted Charlie.

Sammmykinberrymoosehead: Charlie, how soon can you get to the bunker?

Char-CharTheGreat: idk Sammy wat 4??

Sammmykinberrymoosehead: I'm finally cracking. Destiel is going to become a canon ship in the next few days or you're going to have to witness the lunacy of a broken fanboy.

Char-CharTheGreat: lolz I can B there l8r 2day any ideas so far???

Sammmykinberrymoosehead: A few.

Char-CharTheGreat: Try sum B4 I get there

Sam sent back a thumbs up. He'd had to learn how to read Charlie's texts, since they were so popular teenage like. It wasn't easy, but it was doable.

He decided to put his plans into action.

···°··· TIME SKIP OF DESTINY ···°···

The three of them sat at a diner. No one else was inside. That gave Sam the perfect opportunity to put Plan FOB into action. Yes, he uses bands instead of letters. It's not weird.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," he murmured to Dean, who was sitting to his left in the booth.

The older brother was too busy eye sexing with Cas to reply, but he gave a slight wave of his hand, dismissing the moose.

Sam inwardly groaned. He stood and quickly made his way to the counter where their waitress - Neveah, he thought - was busy making a rootbeer float.

"Excuse me," he whispered, glancing over his shoulder. "Can you make up some excuse and only deliver one rootbeer float?"

The blonde giggled and winked. "For a third wheel brother that's finally cracking, I'll do it, hunny."

He quirked a brow. "How'd you know?"

Her eyes flickered with grace for a moment and two blue jay feathers appeared on the marble. "Give one to Cas when it happens. He'll know why I gave it to him." She leaned forward and made a neon purple sharpie appear. "This is number. If this plan doesn't work, I'm here to help."

Sam stared down at it, blinking. "I will. Thanks." He glanced at the feathers. "What about the other one?"

Neveah grinned. "That one's for Gabe."

Confusion and a small twinge of hope washed over him and he opened his mouth to speak, but the angel he was talking to was disappearing into the kitchen before he could.

In front of him was a small paper. P.S. Don't mention me to my brothers or yours.

Frowing, he pocketed the slip and went back to the booth, making sure to hide the feathers delicately in his coat. Again, he was ignored.

It took some time before Neveah was out with the food. She placed it in front of them with a brilliant smile. When she got to their drinks, she looked apologetic.

"I'm so sorry, but our ice cream maker broke so we could only get you guys the one," she apologized. Sam was impressed. He'd have to commend her for it later.

Dean shrugged. "That's fine. Cas needs the sugar anyway," he teased, grinning.

Cas replied, "You're the one who needs to sweeten up."

The other stuck out his tongue. "Do not."

"Do too."

Neveah and Sam exchanged a look. They already sounded like an old married couple, for Pete Wentz's sake! Why not just kiss and get it over with so Sam didn't want to stab everyone in the face because it kept reminding him of what he wanted with Gabe. Wait... what?

The female angel shrugged and cringed, giving Sam an encouraging smile before she sauntered away.

He looked back over to see Dean watching Cas drinking the float with an entranced expression.

This was gonna take a while.

···°··· ANOTHER TIME SKIP ···°···

After Charlie got to the bunker, he sat her down on the couch. He glanced about the room to make sure the Problematic Duo weren't around before speaking.

"I tried romanticizing the meal at the diner with a single drink, but it didn't work," he told her hurriedly. "I need more ideas, and I need good ones."

The redhead nodded. "It was right of you to come to me," she declared in a psychiatric voice, fiddling with nonexistent glasses.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Charlie, I threatened to pull my own hair out to myself."

A hand flew up to her chest and she gasped. "No!"

"Yes."

Charlie tsked. "Gurl, that's major." She cleared her throat. "Alright, I made a mental list of things we can try, but some of them require angelic assistances." She mimicked flapping with her hands.

Sam pointed to his hand. "I've got that covered."

She scanned his face skeptically, then leaned in and examined the number that was written in curling purple script.

"This chick's an angel?" she questioned to clarity.

Sam nodded. "Saw her grace with my own two eyes," he assured.

She gave it a quick glance again and drew back. "As long as she's not messing with one of my ships."

"What?"

"What?" Charlie grinned and changed the subject. "You can't put up mistletoe in the middle of summer," she thought out loud, tapping her chin.

The moose bit his lip. "No, but it's a good idea. I just feel that it's been done before too much," he expressed.

"Did you wanna try something cheesy?"

Sam waved it off, scrunching up his face. "I'm not going to make Dean kiss a frog, even if it was Cas."

Charlie snickered. "But can't you just see it?" She brought her hands into the air together and separated them in that weird Hollywood way that the author doesn't know how to describe properly.

"No, no I cannot." Sam blanched. "Dean isn't a romantic and Cas wouldn't understand any of it."

The girl beside him thought for a moment more. "I can't think of any right now, so let's just montage it."

Sam frowned. "How?"

Charlie looked at him with an offended expression. "Like this."

Throughout the rest of the week, Charlie and Sam, with the aid of Neveah, tried every freaking scheme they could manage to get Destiel to happen.

They tried forcing Dean to teach Cas to cook, got Cas drunk out of his mind (which was hilarious but even drunk he wouldn't admit his love for Dean), put them into a gay bar as part of a hunt (Sam still couldn't believe they'd fell for that), and dragged poor Cas through the Barrett Jackson car show.

Cas and Dean had been locked in a closet (during the same hunt as the gay bar), got glitter dumped on them by a mischievous kid with curly blonde hair that looked almost familiar (wink wink), and shoved into making a YouTube video as a dare while playing late one night with Sam and Charlie.

And at the end of it, IT. DIDN'T. WORK. Those two were still oblivious and disturbing and a bunch of other things that Sam was too done to even think.

Neveah suggested one more thing, and that had better damn well work or else Sam was going to lock them in a cell chained together and force them to make out.

The younger Winchester came into the bunker with the orb in his hands. Cas and Dean were drinking coffee at the table and they looked up at his entrance.

"Hello, Sam," Cas greeted. "What is that?" His gaze was fixed on the orb, eyes wide and glittering.

Sam smirked. Maybe this would finally do the trick. "This is a siren sphere," he told the ex-angel.

Dean frowned at it. "Where did you get it?"

"Some dude named Magnus," Sam answered, shrugging. "Sparklier than a gay unicorn that just made love with a rainbow slinky on a pile of stars, let me tell you."

He shuddered and placed the purple and blue orb on the table. "Watch it for me while a little while." Smiling widely at them, he exited the room, giggling under his breath.

Dean poked it, sending it rolling towards Cas. The shorter man picked it up with interest, pulling it up to his face.

"Look, Dean!" he exclaimed. "There's a miniature you inside!"

Cas handed it to the hunter insistently. Dean took it and peered at it, his eyes widening. He wasn't in it. Cas was!

"Urm, Cas, do not recognize your own face?" Dean asked with a laugh. "This is you, not me."

Cas frowned and looked at it once more. "No, Dean, it's most definitely you."

The Winchester's mind began working. Suddenly his eyes widened as the thought came to him.

"Cas?"

"Yes, Dean?"

"Didn't Sam say this was a siren orb?"

Cas bit his lip. "That's what he called it," he said slowly, tilting his head in confusion.

Dean closed his eyes for a second, taking in a breath. When he opened them again, he said, "I'm going to do something, but I don't want you to hate me for it."

Cas sighed. "I could never hate you, Dean." He quirked a grin, relaxing him slightly.

"Ok," Dean breathed softly. Before he could over think his decision, he leaned over and gently pressed his lips to Cas's, letting his eyes flutter shut.

Cas gasped against him, and Dean began to draw away, preparing for the worst, when the man latched a hand onto his shirt and pulled him closer. Dean grinned on Cas's lips and dragged him over so that he was straddling the hunter's waist.

Dean's heart spasmed as he locked his arms around Cas's back, keeping him firmly in place as the man weaved his fingers through Dean's cropped hair.

Their lips touched gently, but with an underlying passion and loving care neither of them knew the other possessed.

A clatter was heard and Cas drew back abruptly, but stayed on Dean's lap. Their faces red, they turned to see Sam's shocked and ecstatic figure.

"FINALLY!" he yelled. He did a weird little happy dance and picked up his phone from the floor.

Dean cleared his throat. "Do you mind?" he asked hoarsely.

"Not at all," Sam beamed. He remembered the feathers in his pocket. "Oh!"

He dug around in his jacket and pulled out one of them. "Cas, Neveah wanted me to give you this."

Cas's eyes welled up and he gingerly took it, sniffling. "Aww, Dean!" he cried, clasping it to his chest and burying his face into Dean's neck.

The aforementioned hunter looked down at him in confusion. "What's the matter?" he asked, rubbing circles on his back.

Sam was currently trying not to fangirl into oblivion. He'd never been so happy so for his brother and friend.

Cas leaned back up, wiping his eyes. "This is one of my sister's feathers," he whispered, twirling it in his fingers. "An angel doesn't give away feathers unless it's of a high importance. Those with stronger ties to other angels with grant them a feather to keep, usually as a sign of a figurative blessing."

Sam's eyes widened. So that meant that Neveah had also been giving Gabe her blessing. Did she...? Oh the confusion and feels.
Dean smiled. "That's good, then?"

"Very." Cas pecked Dean's lips and smiled widely.

Sam squealed. "I gotta tell the girls our plan worked!"

He went to run from the room, but Cas stopped him. "What about Gabe?" he asked, suddenly tense.

"What about me?"

Now, on to writing the sort of hurt Sabriel half! Hope you all liked it and if you did, leave me a vote and as many comments as you want. I'm always up for new ideas, just with happy endings and little angst. Thanks!