That the reason it is prophesied Gabriel will only sound his horn when the apocalypse comes is because he was playing it so much when Chuck gave it to him as a present that Chuck finally snapped and forbade him to keep on tooting it.
Gabriel: But daaaaad! I want to play it all the time!
Sam was pacing around the room waiting for Dean to arrive.
He wasn’t nervous, no sir, but he couldn’t help having this hunch that somehow his brother was slowly growing apart from him. He didn’t need to be a genius to understand that Gabriel was as smart as a fox and ten times sharper than that and after talking to Cas that dreaded pull on his stomach had tightened up to an alarming rate.
-Sam.
Then again, Cas had tried to reassure him, telling him that his brother would never hurt Dean. But what would a normal, traditional garrison angel know about the messed up upbringing of a pagan god? Their experiences couldn’t have been more different.
-Sam.
Still, he probably shouldn’t have to worry for real. Because, yeah, an archangel was pretty much courting his brother but that didn’t necessarily mean that Dean was to fall for him. Right?
-Sam!
-Huh?
-Please, stop pacing around.
-Right -He awkwardly made a go for the couch but stopped midway. -…water.
-You’re still worried about Dean? -Cas had to follow him all the way to the kitchen to be able to start the conversation.
Sam chuckled nervously -Of course not! I mean, he’s a grown up man, there’s no reason for me to be worrying about him.
Cas placed a hand over his shoulder. -Trust me, nothing bad will happen.
Sam knew the angel meant well but it was nowhere near enough for him to be reassured. He finally sat down at the table. -I’m sorry Cas, it’s just… I don’t even know why I’m getting so worked up about this. My brain is logical about it but I can’t stop feeling like I’m losing my brother forever.
He was crying. He wasn’t sobbing or wailing, his voice was still stable and assertive, but his body hadn’t been able to keep all the rush of his musings inside.
-And it sounds so stupid when I say it out loud but I can’t help it.
Castiel honestly didn’t know what to do to help Sam feel better about his brother but there was something he probably could say about himself. So he just stayed by his side, waiting for his tears to stop flowing.
-Sam?
He turned towards the angel.
-Remember that time you asked me why I never heard your prayers but came immediately after Dean prayed for me? -Sam just nodded.
-I didn’t tell the truth that day. -Sam stood still for a second.
-What do you mean?
-I thought about it time and again and back in the day it didn’t make sense so I just said what I thought was the more obvious reason. It became clear only after a long time.
The hunter waited patiently for the angel to end his thoughts.
– When Dean asked me to answer to your prayers it was literally strenuous. It was impossible for me to keep a stable connection with you. And then came the time to realize you had been missing something ever since I had brought you back from The Cage. That’s the moment I realized it was not that I had tuned out your prayers or that I had a more profound bond with Dean, it was that you didn’t have a soul.
Realization slowly dawned on the hunter’s face. Of course, it was so obvious. You cannot really have faith if you don’t have a soul. Even if he logically believed in Castiel since he had seen him and been with him that didn’t mean he had real faith. That only came from your soul.
-I should have had been able to realize there was a problem if I hadn’t been so worried about myself back then. I… I’m sorry Sam.
It was weird how a situation from ages ago still had an impact on him. He hadn’t thought about it for years and yet the moment Castiel offered him an apology he had felt ten times better.
-It’s ok Cas, it wasn’t your fault either.
Castiel gave him an awkward thin smile and turned his gaze down. There were times Sam couldn’t help himself and think the angel was absolutely endearing and smiled softly at him. They heard noises coming from the garage. Dean and Gabriel had finally arrived and Sam stood up to grab the bags.
I had this sketch at my notebook and I really wanted to pass it clean on the computer to see how much colour and kawaii I could throw into it. I’m pretty sure Gabriel would stroll all day long aroud the place with rainbow coloured cotton candy in one hand and ice cream filled crepes with tons of fruit and whipped cream on top in the other.
Dean didn’t understand what happened. The second time he kissed Gabriel he had been completely sober and even when he could deceive the rest of the world he couldn’t lie to himself. He had definitely enjoyed it.
He obviously knew how to kiss, but he had never kissed another man. Did the rules remain the same? And how the hell did they know who was supposed to take the lead? Was he overthinking everything right now? Yeah, he definitely was. Stop it Dean, you know you can’t win this one, just try to go along for the ride. According to Cas, it was important for Gabriel to be complete and not miss even a single bit of grace.
The kiss had started soft and hesitant, when their lips touched the first time Dean took a second to regain himself and assess everything, it hadn’t been that bad after all. He separated from Gabriel slightly only to go back for more, just to make sure the archangel was able to get his grace back. He pecked Gabriel like this one more time when the archangel began to open his mouth and Dean instinctively fell through the motions of experience. Before he could even realize what he was doing he tempted the archangel with his tongue to open up for him some more. Gabriel obliged, letting the hunter explore his mouth and play a push and pull game with their tongues, sometimes charging beyond his own boundaries and going into Dean’s mouth himself. His hands slowly reaching up along the hunter’s leg.
This was the only moment his conscience tried to warn him about the fact that he was going to fall headfirst into the rabbit’s hole. Red alert. Warning ahead. Proceed with caution. Gabriel couldn’t help himself and lifted up his hand, finding a sliver of skin between Dean’s jeans and his shirt. He slid his thumbs to touch and follow the hunter’s fine line between his firm belly muscles and the end of his hip bone.
The reaction had been immediate. Dean let out a soft grunt, pushed his body towards Gabriel and roughed up the kiss. Well if that wasn’t a provocation he didn’t know what it could have been, he urgently made way with his hands inside Dean’s shirt to take it off the hunter’s body while feeling how he pressed him down.
Dean’s own internal warnings were also raging inside his head. His logical part didn’t understand why he was into this so much while a more primordial side was telling him to just make the most out of the moment and the situation. Maybe it was the fact that Gabriel had been hornying about Dean for a while now and the grace stuck on him had done a fine number on the hunter after weeks of being by his side.
But none of it mattered right now, all that mattered was the feel of Dean’s tongue being sucked inside Gabriel’s mouth and the soft noises Gabriel did everytime he felt Dean’s body brush his own after they had finally relented sitting for a more comfortable position laying down on the couch, his legs surrounding the hunter and holding him as close as possible.
Each and every time Dean grabbed Gabriel’s lower lip the archangel reacted by lifting up his hips following his motion. Which was driving Dean mad. There was still room for debate in his brain though. The primordial side was fully on board with the idea of nailing down a horny archangel, male or not. Because he also was horny as hell and hey, both were consenting adults in the end. But the logical side had more cards to place over the table. First and foremost, he was not going to be horny all the time. There was a high probability that he might regret his actions later. And he was going to have to interact with the archangel later on. This was not a sideroad fling.
It was probably a good thing that their respective trains of thought got rudely pulled back to reality when they heard Castiel’s voice in the hall nearby.
-Sam?
-Yeah?
The first thought through Dean’s mind was ‘Shit’. His brother’s voice could be heard right on the other side of the door.
-Can you help me with the Netflix? The tv got an update and now it’s asking me for the email and password again.
-Oh, sure. Do you have a piece of paper? -They heard him move away from the door. Dean immediately backed away from the archangel who also made his way back into a sitting position, fixing their hair and clothes with a quick snap. -Here, this is the mail and the password. You shouldn’t have a problem with that.
-Thanks.
A moment later Sam entered the room and eyed the tv. -Seriously Dean? We just came back and you’re already watching cartoons?
-Hey, don’t look at me. He’s the one with the power right now.
Gabriel motioned his hand towards Sam with a smirk, the remote tightly gripped on it.
Dean woke up naked on an extremely big and comfortable bed on an absolutely foreign hotel bedroom with a hangover that could only match those he used to have after high school parties. And he was pretty sure he’d regret the parts of the night he couldn’t remember right now when they came back at him.
-Mornin’ sunshine. -He turned his face to be greeted by the bright gaze of the naked archangel laying by his side that was holding himself over his elbow.
Correction, he didn’t need to remember any kind of actions to be regretting them already.
-Gabriel? What the hell happened?
-You missed the morning round, that’s what happened.
Ah, yes, the pornstars. He had forgotten the pornstars. Ok, things didn’t seem to have gone south, figuratively speaking. He tried to move but the headache was too much, he groaned in discomfort.
-Here, lemme help you Big Boy. -Placing a pair of fingers on his forehead the archangel made the aftermath of the night disappear from his body in a flash and Dean couldn’t help but sigh in relief.
-Wow, thanks man, where have you been all my life? – Gabriel just chuckled while standing up from the mess of linens.
-Closer than what you believe.
It was odd to watch the archangel strut buck naked around the place without regard of modesty to say the least. But just like any guy he couldn’t avoid checking out to see how bad the competition was. Gabriel found his boxers somewhere in the middle of the room and fumbled with them for a second while a knock came to the door. -Room service!
He opened up, received the cart with the food and tipped the guy without allowing him to enter the place.
-I did think of shoving you out of slumberland, but you were sleeping like a baby. There’s no way I could’ve woken you up. Breakfast? – He motioned towards the cart he had placed by the table before sorting everything over it.
Dean made his way out of bed, not before locating his own underwear with a gaze before heading towards it. He could have sworn the archangel was following every single movement he had made, which made him quite uncomfortable and self aware.
They sat down and joyfully talked about the quite eventful evening they had gone through. They were laughing like crazy after remembering the look of the playboy jackass they had snatched the girls from. -Man, Sam’s gonna hate me when I tell him about this!
-Hahaha he’ll be shocked that’s for sure.
As in cue, Dean’s phone started to sound somewhere around the couch, where he found it inside the bundle that had become his jacket.
-Dean?
-’Sup Sammy?
-Where are you? You haven’t answered any of my calls for almost a day!
-It’s cool Sam, I’m with Gabriel uh… somewhere.
-Hey Sammich!
-Somewhere!? What do you mean some… *sigh* ok, nevermind, are you coming back soon? I found a case near Colorado.
-Uuuh… -Dean sent a questioning look at Gabriel about their whereabouts, he only answered by tapping an imaginary watch on his wrist and putting three fingers up while munching his food. -Yeah, sure, We’ll be there in four.
-Ok, I’ll have everything ready.
-Guess someone’s jealous of not getting enough attention. -Dean glanced at Gabriel’s smug face while placing his phone away from the food.
-We should bring him over next time. He holes himself up way too much and desperately needs some fun.
-If that’s what you wish. -Gabriel shrugged nonchalantly. -Maybe we should add Cas to the mix while we’re at it. We bring the couple of stiffs and see that they get enough distraction to make up for a lifetime of dullness, which is going to have to be a lot in my brother’s case. -Dean heartfully laughed at Gabriel’s comment. His eyes shining brightly, captivating the angel’s sight. -You know Dean? The world’s really missing something when you’re not laughing like that.
Dean had been close to shut him up but the deep honey of the archangel’s eyes locked him in place. His laugh softly wore off and all he was left with was a sensation akin to losing his breath. It was just an instant, but it elongated itself enough for Dean to cough softly. -Uhm, right, let’s uh… let’s finish up, I need to take a bath before leaving.
Gabriel just hummed his compliance to the comment and went back to the melting ice cream of his waffles. He was desperately biting his tongue to avoid making a remark about giving Dean some help scrubbing his back in the shower.
Two Days Into June 