Castiel had gotten home only an hour or two after Dean had dropped Gabriel off, covered in what looked like slushie mix with a tired look on his face. Gabriel looked up where he was raiding the fridge, he hadn't found anything, and arched an eyebrow, concern all over his features.

"You look like hell," Gabriel commented, closing the refrigerator and turning to face the older man. Castiel sighed, pulling off his work uniform as he headed towards the bathroom with a disgruntled look on his face.

"This is why I hate technology," Was all that Castiel responded with before he disappeared down the hallway, the shower starting up only moments later. Gabriel watched him go curiously before looking at the uniform and sneaking over, hit with the fruity smell of Slurpee's. Gabriel snickered, picking up the sodden clothes carefully, as to not get any on himself, and carrying it to the laundry room. He checked the pockets, fishing out Castiel's cell phone and keys before dropping them in the hamper for Castiel to do later.

Gabriel switched on Castiel's phone, smirking when he found no lock on it and tapped on Castiel's messages. There were only three conversations, Sam, Dean, and Hank. He started with Hank, but it became apparent quick that it was Castiel's boss. Switching to Sam, it was mainly questions about how to do something on the phone or computer, which made Gabriel smirk at Castiel's ineptness with technology. Switching to Dean's, he began scrolling, everything normal at first, until a picture popped up.

Gabriel's mouth hung open, and he glanced back at the sound of the shower before letting out an impressed whistle, tipping his head as he studied the picture a little closer. "Damn, Cassie. No wonder you're dating, Dean," Gabriel muttered to himself before blushing, realizing what he was doing and clicking the power button. He was so going to hell for that one.

The shower turned off a few minutes later, and he glimpsed Castiel making his way to his bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Gabriel set Castiel's things on the coffee table in the living room before pulling on his shoes by the door before slipping his arms into the jacket that Castiel had lent him. He hadn't owned one, except for the hoodie but he wouldn't dare wear that outside, so Castiel had dug out an old jacket of his. It was too big on him, surprise there, but it was warm, so Gabriel didn't mind.

Castiel came out a moment later, his hair still wet, but in clean clothes, "Ready?" Castiel asked, earning a nod from Gabriel. He motioned to where he put the keys and Castiel's phone. Castiel grabbed them, slipping the items into his jean pockets before opening the door, and stepping out into the cold.

"December is too cold here," Gabriel grumbled as he followed after him, squinting at the sky when he saw how cloudy it was. He vaguely wondered if it would snow, and felt a stir of excitement in his chest at the thought. However, Castiel's chuckle is what brought him out of his mind, looking at the slight crinkle around his eyes that had Gabriel smiling too.

"December is too hot where you're from," Castiel responded, walking across the yard into Sam and Dean's. Gabriel gave a shrug, not having an argument for that as Castiel gave a couple of knocks on the door before walking in. Gabriel followed behind him curiously, hit with warmth and smiling at the smell that made it clear that Dean was cooking again. Despite his tough guy act, it took Gabriel all of ten minutes at the dinner table to learn that Dean was very motherly.

"I have to go help Dean cook before his mother gets home. Why don't you find Sam? He's probably in the living room," Castiel stated softly, motioning towards the doorway that led further into the home. Gabriel nodded, a slight smirk on his face as he waved his hand in a dismissing manner.

"I get it. You want to have some alone time with Deano. Just make sure you don't get anything in the food," Gabriel teased with a smirk, earning a blush and an eye roll from Castiel. He bounced away, towards the doorway Castiel had pointed out, and then nearly falling over Sam's overly long leg when he walked into the room.

"Jeez, Moose. How long are your legs?" Gabriel asked once he got his balance, looking at the annoyed look on Sam's face at having been interrupted, his math textbook spread across his lap. Gabriel sat beside him with a thump, looking over at the math with curious eyes, seeing nothing but scribbles of numbers and complicated looking jargon.

"Can't you go bother Dean? I'm trying to do homework," Sam answered briskly, turning back to his book after a second glance at Gabriel. Gabriel let out a sigh, leaning his cheek against Sam's arm, mentally berating his tallness.

"No, Cas told me to come in here," Gabriel responded, liking the warmth underneath his cheek and smirking when Sam shifted a bit uncomfortably, "Maybe I can help you with your homework? I'm so bored."

He could feel Sam's eyes on him and glanced up, meeting his gaze. Sam let out a huff and shoved him gently off his arm before reaching for his backpack, digging out another textbook and plopping it onto Gabriel's lap.

"Here, read this and be quiet. It's on page 741," Sam grumbled, returning back to his math homework. Gabriel curiously turned to the page, only to sigh when he realized it was flowery short story called The Feather Pillow. Still, he perked up after a moment, grinning over at Sam.

"Giving me a love story to read? That's so sweet of you, Moose," Gabriel teased, effectively earning another death glare from Sam. Gabriel had to admit. Sam had amazing bitchfaces.

"Just read the damn story before I throw you out in the cold," Sam threatened, though there seemed to be a distinct lack of heat behind the words. Gabriel took that as he was making progress and his grin widened, turning back to the book and planning to read the story just for Sam.

A few minutes later of reading, and Gabriel shivered intensely, slowly pushing the textbook off his lap and onto the couch beside him. Sam looked over at him with a confused look, and when Gabriel met his eyes, he shook his head, wrinkling his nose. 

"It wasn't a love story," Gabriel muttered, looking at the cushions sitting on couch suspiciously, "Do you happen to have any feather pillows in this house?"

"Yeah, there's one in my mom's room. Why?" Sam asked curiously, his annoyance forgotten with Gabriel's suddenly haunted face. Gabriel glared back towards the hallway that led to other rooms, as if he could destroy the pillow just by thinking about it.

"We need to burn it," Gabriel stated with a dark tone in his voice. Sam stared at him for a long moment before he sighed and closed his book. He pulled the English book off the couch, putting them both in his backpack and looking at Gabriel with an arched brow.

"Alright. I'll stop doing homework. What do you want to do?" Sam asked, jumping a little in surprise when Gabriel jolted up, forgetting all about the nightmare he had just read in his excitement.

"Let's go! You grab the lube, I'll get the condoms!" Gabriel stated half teasing before he darted off the couch and farther into the house. Mainly, he just wanted to snoop around, and when he opened the first door, he deemed it Sam's mother's room because the sweetness of the room  reminded him of flowers on a warm day. He closed the door back and continued on, a smile on his face as he walked through the hallway and looked at the different pictures on the wall. Sam had been an adorable little kid.

The next room had to be Dean's, since the window didn't face Gabriel's. He slid in, smirking and looking around. It seemed rather sparse, but when he looked through the drawers, he found an assortment of clothes, and condoms and lube underneath a pile of socks. Gabriel grinned, snatching them and hurrying back to the living room, where Sam had returned to his homework, obviously just going to ignore Gabriel's antics.

"Found the condoms," Gabriel claimed with a smirk as he waved them in front of Sam's face, smirking when the red spread to the tips of his ears, warming his chest. He leaned a bit closer so he could see the side of Sam's face, grinning at the complete embarrassment on the boy's face.

"I take it you didn't find any lube," Gabriel stated with a sigh, as if he were talking about something completely mudane, "That's okay, because I found some of that too."

Sam's blush got impossibly brighter, and Gabriel snickered, wanting to touch his face and see if it felt as hot as it looked. When Sam glanced away, Gabriel looked up, smiling when he saw Dean there leaning against the doorframe with a confused look on his face, as if he couldn't figure something out about them.

"Hi-ya Deano. Isn't Moose so cute when he's embarrassed?" Gabriel stated, feeling completely okay with Dean seeing that he raided his condom stash. Dean let out a soft grunt, his lips twitching in an effort not to smile. Sam whined out his name, and Dean lost control of his smile for just a minute before it returned to normal.

"Sorry, Sam. I'm just trying to figure out how Gabriel and Castiel could possibly be related," Dean replied casually, crossing his arms over his chest. Gabriel smirked. They were on opposite spectrums of personality.

"Dean, the food is starting to burn," Castiel called from the kitchen and Dean straightened up, giving Sam and Gabriel a final smirk before walking back into the kitchen. Gabriel took that as a go-ahead to tease Sam more, but Castiel ruined his fun by walking in, a slightly annoyed look on his face.

"Gabriel, cut it out," Castiel said in an exasperated tone. Gabriel glared at Castiel in response, but he moved the condoms away from Sam's face, tipping his head and grinning at Castiel.

"Hey, Cas. Why is the lube half empty?" Gabriel asked, earning a blushing glare from Castiel.

Castiel grounded him after that.