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When Dean woke up one morning in the bunker, he reached over to put his arm around Cas but found nothing but a cold side of the bed. He slowly opened his eyes, and pushed himself up with his arms to look around. Cas’s coat was gone, and it seemed like he had been gone awhile. It was already noon, and Dean sat up on the side of the bed. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, not ready for the day. He got up and went to the bathroom, taking a shower, and then putting on his robe. Cas wasn’t here to make fun of him about it.
When he walked out into the hallway, it was unusually quiet. Gabriel and Sam were usually running around causing chaos but there was nothing now. Dean looked down the hallways and saw nothing. He narrowed his eyes, and slowly walked down to the kitchen. Something was up.
When he got to the kitchen, he found Gabriel sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, and Sam’s laptop. Dean looked at him for a second before going to make his own coffee.
“In case you were wondering, Sammy and Cas took off for the day,” Gabe spoke up, not looking at Dean, just typing away.
Dean stirred sugar into his coffee, and raised his eyebrows.
”Took off together? Where?”
“Something about dogs...?
Dean rolled his eyes as he sat down across from Gabriel.
Dogs. Sam and dogs. Cas and every damn animal. Sam was always asking for a dog, and Cas always wanted a cat, a guinea pig, a dog, everything. Just a few days ago, Sam came home from the store, freaking out like a overgrown child, taking about how he had found a dog shelter and Dean had to listen to “please, Dean, I swear he won’t go near the Impala,” and “he won’t go into your room!” before he went to the next room, leaving Cas to listen to his brother.
”I guess it had some effect. Freaking great.”
Dean rolled his eyes again at the thought, and took a sip of his coffee.
“I swear, they better not come back here with a dog or any animal. I don’t want some dog running around messing up the place.”
“I actually think a dog would be good for Sam.”
Dean looked over at Gabriel.
“Yeah, until it shits in the bunker somewhere.”
“Whatever you say...” Gabriel trailed off not really paying attention.
Dean looked over the top of the computer.
“So since when does Sam let you use his computer, or, actually, since when do you take Sam’s computer?”
Gabriel looked up for a second, hesitating, and then looked back down to the computer.
“I had some things to do.”
“You, have things to do? Right, okay, seriously what are you doing?”
Dean stood up and sat next to Gabriel, grabbing the computer away from Gabriel who started grabbing for it.
“I knew it, I fucking knew it!” Dean shouted, jumping up with the computer still in his hands. Gabriel was looking up at him from the table.
“Doctor Sexy! I told Sam, I told him you were a fan! I knew ever since you put us in that damn show, you were fan!”
Dean laughed and looked back at the computer.
“How long have you been downloading this, you have every season,” he said, scrolling down, and then looking at Gabriel, who looked a bit embarrassed.
“For a few hours.”
“Damn, Gabriel,” Dean laughed again, and sat down next to Gabe.
"What are you going to do when Sam asks why there are 6 seasons of Doctor Sexy on is laptop?"
Gabriel reached into his pocket, and pulled out a flashdrive, smiling.
"I'm not stupid, Deanno."
Dean snorted and took another sip of his coffee.
“Hey, we could, you know, since Sam and Cas are gone for today, we would watch some..?” Dean asked, pointing towards the computer, not sure what Gabriel’s reaction was going to be.
To Dean’s surprised, Gabriel smiled.
“Sure, season one?”
"Hell yes."
Dean stood up and went to the fridge, grabbing a beer.
”It’s not too early for this, right?”
"I like season five better, honestly," Gabriel commented, his feet on the table.
"What?" Dean said, looking over at him from the island where he was opening his beer. "No way man, season one. Season one was the happy season."
"Happy?" Gabriel raised his eyebrows.
Dean shrugged, and rolled his eyes, opening a cabinet and grabbing a bag of chips.
"Happier than the rest of the seasons. Shit was simple."
He grabbed Gabe a beer, too, and walked over to sit next to him, and clicked on the first episode of season one.
For the rest of the day, Dean and Gabriel sat at the kitchen table, Dean still in his robe, and Gabe in a pair of sweats and one of Sam’s old shirts, drinking beer and taking turns getting up to make sandwiches. They got through two whole seasons of Doctor Sexy, all the drama and the sex. By the time night came around, they were getting along like old friends. Dean hadn’t always liked the idea of his little brother with Gabriel.
They were laughing at something one of the nurses had said when the kitchen door opened and both their brothers walked in. They all stopped at the same time, looking at each other. Dean had a beer bottle half way to his mouth, Gabriel’s mouth was wide open, Sam was holding something under his shirt. Cas was the only one who said something.
“Dean, are you still in your robe?”