Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures 10

Supernatural, Debriel, a bit of Sastiel, Warnings-Explicit Sex Scene

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

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The way to town was annoyingly silent, Dean had the music off. He wasn’t hiding how upset he actually was.

-Honestly Dean, things were going so smooth with your brother, you should at least have the decency of telling me why you cockblocked us.

That was it. Dean moved the car away from the road and stopped.

-Dammit Gabriel you cannot be seriously asking me that!

-Well I deserve some answers, don’t I!?

-If you’re so desperate for answers then go on and read my mind you stupid feathered ass!

-I don’t want to read your mind! I want you to tell me what you want to say! I told you ages ago what I thought about intruding like that!

Dean slammed his hand against the wheel in a fit of rage and frowned while leaning over it. Gabriel knew perfectly well it would be the easiest thing to do as Dean asked and get into the hunter’s mind right now but he knew better. He knew that if there was still any type of trust between them it would be utterly lost if he chose the easy way.

Dean took a deep breath and faced the archangel once more after what seemed a long internal struggle.

-Sam, he… he doesn’t just want to have you as a booty call. He’s got a crush on you.

-I know.

Silence filled the car numbing Dean like static. He was staring blankly at the archangel, all the words he was about to say stuck in his throat.

-I’ve known ever since I helped you get away from Lucifer’s grasp at the pagan reunion.

-Wh… Why…?

-Why? Why I never said a thing? Why I never made a move before? I probably would have if all your brother wanted was a one night stand but he wanted something more, something deeper. I can’t give him that.

-I thought that now that you were here with us…

-What? That it was gonna be a matter of time? Is that why you have been trying your best to hate me? To push me away from you? To force me into your brother’s arms? -Gabriel left out a sardonic, bitter laughter that made Dean wince inside. -Well don’t I feel like an idiot. It’s so obvious now why you were never happy by my side.

Dean reached for the archangel’s arm and held it tight, he had the feeling that if Gabriel left now they wouldn’t be able to find him ever again. Gabriel turned to look at the hunter but Dean was holding his gaze down. He didn’t understand why it was this hard to say such simple words.

-I just wanted to make him happy. Sammy, he, he deserves to be happy. -Dean’s voice came rougher than intended. -Whenever we were out having fun I couldn’t help feeling like I was doing wrong.

Gabriel was truly frustrated now, specially because he got it. He understood Dean being adamant against him settling in the bunker knowing his brother had a crush on him. He understood being pushed aside in an attempt of forcing him towards Sam after having to allow him in. Was there something more worthy of being talked about by now? At this point, he just wanted to run away, he was more than ready to leave this stupid hunter behind even if that broke his heart. Dean’s grip on him got rougher, it was like he was the one able to read the archangel’s thoughts.

-But when I saw you taking Sam out that first time I…-Dean was trembling now.

Everything suddenly looked clear for Gabriel now. He leaned towards Dean and reached for his head to tilt it upwards, to force Dean to look at him. Dean tried to fight it but the moment he finally gave in and noticed how close the archangel was he knew there was no going back.

Dean pulled Gabriel towards him and clashed his mouth with the archangel. Gabriel reached towards him, pressing himself more, holding Dean close. Desperate to feel him he opened his mouth inviting the hunter. Dean went in, locking his arms around the archangel, kissing him like this was the only time he’d be allowed to have this and he’d lose it forever afterwards.

Time went by, Dean was the first to move away, but not too much. He was high on Gabriel’s touch and taste. Both of them with messed up hair and heavy breathing, turned on and showing it through the fabric of their jeans. Their gazes travelled through each other’s features until they met once more.

-Let’s go somewhere private, I can snap a salad for Sam.

-I don’t think… -Dean’s retort was shut by Gabriel’s mouth. Admittedly, the angel’s hands pressing his sides and slowly going upwards his chest was more than what he could stand. He sighed and made way to get back on the road after separating himself from Gabriel, trying to remember where the closest motel was.

The place was the least of the issues, Gabriel snapped the interior into a luxurious suite filled with soft light, dark woods and smooth silk bed sheets once they were inside the place. They somehow managed to go across the room while kissing and fumbling with each other’s clothes and were already worked up more than enough by the time they landed over the soft and inviting bedding.

Dean was pressing the archangel against the mattress, adorning his neck with soft bites from the crevasse at the start of his neck all the way up to his ear, where he licked it softly, letting his breath fall upon the wet surface, making the archangel’s skin tremble with anticipation. Listening to Gabriel’s fast breathing urged Dean to prove the archangel’s skin sensitivity more. To think that he was actually able to be there, doing this with him was something he hadn’t expected but Dean was desperate to make the most out of it. He kissed Gabriel roughly while the archangel surrounded his waist with his legs, positioning himself in such a luring way that the hunter couldn’t help but press onto his invitation.

He lined himself against Gabriel, using his hand to keep the angle but stopped before entering.

-Don’t worry Dean-o, you’re not gonna hurt me.

Dean doubtfully glanced at the archangel, his amber colored eyes were glowing unnaturally, showing everything but fear. He was desperate for Dean to penetrate him and if the hunter didn’t make his mind soon he was going to take the matter on his own hands. It wasn’t necessary, the flash of lust Dean caught in the deepest part of Gabriel’s eyes were incentive enough for the hunter to thrust slow and firmly all the way in.

The soft moans of pleasure Gabriel let out while he surrounded the hunter with strong warm muscles were making Dean lose his head, it felt beyond good, he had never had another man or woman that felt like this before. He was suddenly overrun by the raw desire of owning Gabriel in every single possible way, making him his and not allow anyone else enjoy him. Dean began to thrust fast against Gabriel’s ass, instilling the angel to breathe faster while pronouncing Dean’s name in a soft contented whisper.

-Fuck, I want you Gabe. I want you to be mine. Say you’ll be mine.

Gabriel was about to open his mouth and say something before Dean began to thrust hard and mercilessly against Gabriel’s ass, making him shoot his head back in a moan with the sudden force. He screamed Dean’s name and pressing his nails against the hunter’s back, all the time begging for more. Pearls of sweat forming through their skin, it wouldn’t take long before Dean gave in but he wanted Gabriel to remember him even after he was done. One of Gabriel’s hand locked itself on the lower part of Dean’s neck for stability while the other went to grab his own dick and jack it off.

-Let it out Dean, we’ll do it together.

Gabriel used his muscles to squeeze Dean tight, sending shivers through the spine of the hunter. He felt the spasm of the climax and moaned hard, faltering Gabriel’s name through his strained vocal cords while his cock pulsed strings of cum inside the archangel. Gabriel followed soon letting out a restrained gasp while he covered himself in his own release.

An instant later, Dean fell by the archangel’s side still unable to pace his breathing, drops of sweat making their way down his sides, chilling him up a bit. Both went up into the bed to fall properly on the pillows.

-Never thought you’d be the possessive kind of guy.

Dean’s neck turned red in a rush.

-Yeah I… – He stopped mid-sentence. What was he going to say? “I’m sorry”? The problem here was that he wasn’t, he wasn’t sorry at all. He regretted saying those words now that the big brother part reminded him Gabriel was supposed to be Sam’s but he still wanted him. He wanted Gabriel so bad.

Gabriel turned Dean’s face towards him. He could see Dean’s internal struggle, it wasn’t like he was trying to hide it at all.

-Still thinking that I should go to Sam?

Dean shuffled uncomfortably.

-I want to be yours.

-You’re not saying it just because I fucked you like this?

-Well, it’s always a bonus if you fuck me like this.

The archangel smiled gently and closed the gap between their mouths, this time there was no rush and the kiss was gentle and caring. Gabriel wanted to show Dean how big of a mistake it would be if he tried to keep pushing him towards Sam when it was obviously not his own intention to go towards the younger brother.

—

Sam’s salad was amazing, it had been waiting for him at the kitchen counter under a glass dome and tasted like all the cobb salads he ever had before were just pale imitations of the real thing, the one he had in front of him right now. Still, there was no sight of Gabriel or Dean.

By the way things had gone before they left the bunker this was either excellent or terrible news. He just hoped for the first one.

He took a sip of his beer, absentmindedly looking at nothing, trying to figure out what had happened between them. He knew that Gabriel had been constantly trying to make Dean happy and that his brother was just not biting in, suspicious of him. Things had been going kind of like that for months. If it hadn’t been for the day Gabe took him out to the Smithsonian and began to sleep with him…

Sam’s eyes flared up with understanding. It was so obvious he didn’t get why he had overlooked it for so long. It was true they never really talked about that kind of stuff, not since Lisa anyways and probably his own infatuation with Gabriel might have been one of the reasons Dean didn’t bring it up at all. Sam was conflicted trying to find a solution, he wanted Dean to be happy but in order for that to happen he’d have to give up on Gabriel. Still, considering how things had been, there was a small voice inside of him wondering if he honestly thought having Gabriel by his side was what he really wanted.

-Sam?

-Hey Cas. What’s up?

-I saw you quite distracted, wondered if something was wrong.

-What? No, no, it’s alright I… Actually, uhm, can I ask you something about Gabriel?

-…If it’s something I can answer.

-Do you think he… Do you know if he has ever dated a human before?

Cas stilled. -I thought you were already dating him.

Sam’s ears turned out a blush of pink. -It’s not… I mean, are angels and archangels allowed to date humans?

Cas was looking a bit stern, even by his own standards. -There have been many cases where angels take humans as partners even with the initial rejection of the host. But even against odds the real problems come when nephilim are born, like in Jack’s case.

-So as long as there are no nephilim involved…

-Gabriel shouldn’t have to be prosecuted on that issue. He still wouldn’t considering the position he’s in, taking care of Heaven.

Sam just nodded -Thanks Cas

-Sure I… I’m always here if you need me.

Sam looked at the seraph turn away, not before noticing a soft tremor in the deep sapphire blue of his eyes and felt something was not entirely right but he couldn’t pin it down. For a couple of weeks now Sam had seen Cas turning his gaze away after Sam caught him in the act of staring at him and it was starting to bother the hunter.

-Cas?

The angel turned back at him with a small flutter escaping his sight. All the hunter did was motion his head to a chair for the seraph to go and sit by his side.

-What is it?

-I don’t understand your question.

-You’re troubled by something. And before you say anything against it let me remind you we’ve known each other for years now, don’t think Dean’s the only one able to tell your mood swings.

Castiel was clearly shocked by this piece of information. He blushed immediately after understanding what this probably meant and stumbled his words.

-Nothing, it’s nothing. I don’t…

The seraph faltered while looking straight at Sam’s eyes, he couldn’t just say blatant lies, not to Sam anyways. But not even he understood what was really going on with himself. He turned his gaze down and away from the hunter the way that had been upsetting Sam so much.

Sam just sighed. -Ok look, I know I’m not Dean but you could at least try to trust me a bit more.

-No Sam, it’s not… I’m sorry I… I just don’t know what the problem is myself.

-Hey, it’s alright, if nothing I can listen.

Sam hand surrounded Cas in a comforting motion. The moments both men allowed themselves to be physically close to each other had been scarce throughout the years and Cas lent without hesitation on the hunter’s warm touch. Sam felt the urge in Castiel’s movement and held him closer. There was something obviously wrong, Cas never used to actively seek physical attention.

-Seriously Cas, what’s wrong?

Castiel turned to look at him, probably to give him an answer but he was close enough that Sam would have been able to kiss him if he only went a couple of inches forward. After a moment of silent staring where Sam could’ve sworn his heart stammered, both men awkwardly turned away.

-It’s ok, I’ll figure it out somehow.

The sudden steeling of the angel’s voice threw Sam off a little bit. It didn’t feel right to let his friend go like that. Despite Cas’s soft tug asking to be let out from Sam’s hold he didn’t budge.

-Say, you wanna come with me to the grocer’s market tomorrow?

Castiel turned again, an expression of inquiry as to why the invitation arised.

-There are beekeepers coming, they’ve been bringing all their supplies and showing people how to take care of bees. Been doing that the whole season. We can even buy some honey.

-I’ll go.

Sam just smirked, of course he would come. He finally released the seraph not without feeling slightly guilty for pulling the bee card on him.

Sam waited for his brother until midnight, once he heard Baby coming into the garage he went to receive them. Gabriel acknowledged him like usual but Dean looked kind of unsettled about seeing his brother there.

-Sammy.

-Hey, can I get the car tomorrow? I wanna go to the grocer’s market.

Dean eyed his brother, fighting an internal struggle.

-You’ll take care of her, will ya? -Sam just bitchfaced him. -Ok then, but don’t pass her through the mud or I’ll make you clean it all with a toothbrush.

Dean threw Sam the keys, who caught them mid-air sighing.

-Yeah whatever, car freak.

Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures 9

Supernatural, Sastiel, Warnings-None

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8


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The following day Sam came up at the kitchen to find a set of smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels sided with a citrus salad and freshly squeezed orange juice. Man, did Gabriel know how to deliver. He definitely had to apologize to him for leaving him stranded like that the day before. But most of all he needed to talk to him, despite acting so calm and accepting his invitation Sam was sure Gabriel held feelings for his brother. If they kept doing whatever it was they did things wouldn’t end well.

-Mornin’

Dean came in to get his morning cup of coffee. Sam nodded at him, with a mouthful of bagel. None of them said a thing about the day before. It was one of those things that would be conveniently forgotten by both brothers if they could have a say on it. That didn’t stop Dean from eyeing his brother’s plate.

-Wow Sammy, you went all the way today huh?

Sam stopped for a second to look at his brother. He was about to say something but Castiel entered the kitchen.

-Mornin’ Cas. -The angel just nodded.

-I think I found a case four states away.

-Great! Let’s finish breakfast and get ready for a smiting.

Sam went back to his room after finishing his breakfast.

-Have you ever disappeared under Dean’s sight before a case?

-I don’t know what you’re thinking about but please don’t do it.

Gabriel laughed heartily while accommodating the pillow he was laying over. -Just wondering, not planning a thing. Unless you wanted me to. -He gave Sam a sly smile that made his insides squirm.

-Maybe we should wait until we come back for that.

Before Gabriel could comment something else on the matter, Sam finished preparing his stuff and excused himself to the archangel. Dean was impressed with how fast Sam had readied up and ushered everyone on the car.

-Wait, what about Gabriel?

-What about him?

-He’s not coming with us?

-Said he had things to do.

Sam immediately realized something was wrong but decided to let it slide. He still didn’t know how to confront either about the situation or what it was really about.

The road was smooth, they stood by a motel at midnight and Dean took out their stuff while Sam asked for a double room, olympically ignoring the nuanced look the manager gave him after noticing the other two men.

Thus three weeks passed, after dealing with a wraith and a shapeshifter they went further away following the lead of some odd disappearances. Gabriel had not shown his face again after his fight with Dean but still breakfast appeared for the brothers everywhere they went.

After doing the usual visit to the police department, victims families and a couple of possible suspects, next day they followed the monster up to a ghost town three miles away. It was a lot of ground to cover, having to break into every single house after hiding the Impala in a barn on the outskirts of the town. They eventually had to go separate ways if they wished to have something done by the end of the day.

Sam was exploring the east side of the town when he saw someone entering the tiny church half a block away from the dusty window of the second floor of the house he was at the moment. Certain it hadn’t been Dean nor Cas, he quickly stepped away from the place he was in and swiftly walked towards the church, gun in hand, careful to cover himself from the windows view with each tree or piece of shrubbery he could.

He tried the back door but was eventually forced to use the front, the one the figure originally used. Opening the creaking door Sam finally made it into the building. So much for stealth, he silently cursed to himself. Making sure no one was inside the chapel, he walked over towards the next room, located by the pulpit. The light was dim, curtains covering all light from outside, he reached for the light switch with no response from it. Figures.

Sam was a couple of steps into the room when he heard a rustle at the farthest part of it. He tried to act fast lifting up his gun against whatever was there but was caught in the middle of the maneuver. He and the creature struggled for the lead until it threw Sam against the corner of a bookcase, making him lose part of his breath and grunt in pain for a second too long. Before he could regain composure the creature had readied a heavy object and knocked him out.

This was even worse than a déja vu.

Sam entered the room of the apartment he used to live in with Jess and fell to rest on the comfy bed he had thought to have forgotten everything about. Suddenly, a warm liquid began to drop on his face. He knew what he was going to see when he opened his eyes. He didn’t want to open them at all but he still couldn’t help himself, he was forced to live time and again every single bad experience that had happened to many of his loved ones, forced to shoot a gun against Madison, to watch Dean’s guts torn apart by an invisible dog, to see Castiel’s body stabbed by Lucifer… and this sixth time apparently wasn’t going to be an exception.

He had prayed alright, to Cas and Gabriel and he had screamed Dean’s name until his vocal chords had gone rough. He had tried to run away from the ever repeating scenes only to open a door or go through a window into the same scene once more.

This was a nightmare and he wasn’t sure how to run away from it.

To his surprise, this time the movement within the nightmare slowly froze. Nothing was happening but he could definitely tell he was being led out of the loop. If he only could awake he would be able to end it. He was trying to think of a way to regain consciousness when he started to hear a muffled voice calling to him. Sam, Sam… He knew that voice, but wherever from? It was getting clearer, along with a sensation of calmness, telling him everything was going to be alright.

-Sam!

Two hands were holding his head up, bold whiskey staring at him through dark rings, worried.

-…Gabriel? -The archangel in front of him gave a sigh of relief- Where am I?

His arms were numb from holding all his weight, only god knew how long he had been hanging in that filthy warehouse. Hopefully not long enough, it seemed his brother hadn’t found him yet.

Gabriel helped him down. The monster, something Sam could now recognize as a dark djinn was cleanly impaled and immobile on the floor a couple of feet away.

-I’m sorry, came as soon as I realized I was hearing your prayers, maybe something in that dreamworld djinn’s use distorts the communication.

Before Sam could even react, Gabriel had already healed the bruises from the wrists. A second later Dean was screaming for him somewhere close. -Over here! – Sam called back.

It had been like giving Gabriel an exit cue, a second later he had disappeared without a word. Dean entered the room running, gun in hand and followed closely by Castiel. He lowered his defense when he saw the dead djinn on the floor and went running towards his brother to hug him.

-Dammit Sammy I thought the monster had taken you, found your phone on the church. I’m glad that you fought it off. Are you hurt?

-…I’m alright.

-Good, let’s burn this bastard and go home.

The way home had been more quiet than other times. Sam was drifting away, not paying attention to anything. Something was bothering him about Gabriel and Dean’s behaviour. It was definitely not normal for the archangel not to boast about the fact that he had saved Sam and not having enough with that, he had seen to kill the monster not by snapping him to oblivion or burning him inside out but in the only way a human could have done so.

When they finally got home and Dean thanked him for leaving him the cup of coffee on his room that he had found right after he came out of the bath he knew something was definitely off.

-Gabriel, can I talk to you?

-Sure thing Poptart, what’s up?

-Yeah maybe, somewhere more uh, private? Can you come to my room?

Gabriel glanced Sam suspiciously but left his milkshake and followed him away from the kitchen. Once they were inside his bedroom, Sam went for the chair, knowing that even if he had stayed in front of the door he couldn’t keep the archangel in, it was better to be kind on his approach.

-Ok, what’s wrong? -He asked softly

-What’s wrong about what?

-You and Dean. What happened between the both of you?

Gabriel admired Sam for many things, his brightness included but right now he kind of dreaded it.

-What makes you think somethin—

-Don’t play fool with me Gabriel. You’ve been avoiding Dean, is it about what happened in the library the other day?

The archangel sighed and sat on Sam’s bed. -Yeah, that and a couple other things…

Sam could tell there were not just ‘a couple’ of things bothering the archangel but he also realized he was not going to be able to peel off all the layers. Still, he had to try.

-Well, you can tell me.

-…I’ve been trying to get on his good side ever since I came here but all I managed is to get him more upset.

Unless Gabriel was an incredibly good actor, Sam could tell he was sincerely bummed. Before he knew it, Sam was already moving himself to his side on the bed and placing a caring hand on his shoulder.

-Hey, it’s alright. I mean, Dean is really stubborn but I’m sure you’ll get on his good side sooner than what you think.

Gabriel smiled softly at the hunter and leaned towards him.

-Thanks Sammy, you really are kind.

They were interrupted by a stiff knock at the door that opened up before either could even react.

-Hey Sammy, I’m going for a burger, want some?

Dean’s words were casual but after glancing the archangel leaning over his brother his gaze went grim.

-Uhm, a cobb salad would be nice.

-On it. -His body forced a stop before closing the door. -Gabriel. Don’t you wanna come along?

Sam felt Gabriel’s body imperceptibly stiffen under Dean’s authoritative sight. It was the same stern sight Sam used to get from his father when he was forced into doing something he wasn’t willing to do.

-Sure. Why not? -Was all the archangel said before standing up and following Dean’s steps. -See you later Sammich.

The door was closed on Sam, leaving him with an ominous feel. Things were far worse than what he originally thought between them.

-Cas?

The seraph turned from his book to look at Sam entering the library.

-Do you know what’s going on with Dean and Gabriel?

-I believe Dean is, how do you say it? Making things rough for Gabriel to stay with us.

-And… How do you feel about it?

Castiel went silent for a minute before speaking again. -I like my brother, I wish he’d be able to stay with us if everything could be settled nicely.

-You mean if only Dean were happy about it.

-If all of us were happy about it.

-Still Dean didn’t respond well to Gabriel taking him out everywhere.

-That’s why I gave him the idea of taking you out instead.

-Wait, you were the one that gave him the idea?

Castiel nodded.

-Why?

-Gabriel wants to make your brother happy and I thought he would be able to do that by bringing a smile on you.

Sam went blank for a second.

-Why would you do that?

Cas fixed his gaze on the floor, his action made Sam regret his choice of words and then a flash of realization hit him.

-Wait a second. The vegan cooking, the quinoa salad, the salmon bagel, today’s eggs benedict… I’ve told you thousands of times about it. -Cas just looked away nervously. -And I also told you ages ago about the Smithsonian Museum… It was you. You told Gabriel all about it.

Cas was decidedly avoiding Sam’s gaze right now.

-But I don’t get it, why did you ask your brother to do all that stuff with me if you already knew about it ages ago?

-I don’t think I’m fit to provide you with any fun, my brother is much better at spotting social cues.

Sam couldn’t bear it any more. Looking at Cas so down was aching, before he realized it he was pulling the angel up and closing the gap between each other with a hug. The book falling with a soft thud to the floor.

-You’re an idiot Cas, if you wanted to know how to have fun with me you should have just asked.

-You’re not mad at me?

-Why would I? You meant well.

-I… I see. -Cas awkwardly made a go to hug the hunter back, just as he had been taught by Sam himself years ago. -Thank you Sam.

Sam chuckled -You can hug tighter, I’m not breaking so easily.

Castiel did as Sam asked, he hugged him as tight as he felt he would be allowed to, inhaling the scent of soft worn out clean cotton emanating from the hunter’s flannel. It had never occurred to him that he would ever feel this odd ache where being so close to Sam made everything hurt more. He didn’t want to separate from him ever again and knowing he would eventually have to see him hugging Gabriel like that was only adding fuel to the fire.

He had never felt this kind of loss, even when Dean had said yes to Michael he had felt lost and terribly sad but still a tiny piece of hope struggled to believe that they would have a chance to save him. But there was no saving here, no one was in danger. And Sam would never want to be by his side.

Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures 8

Supernatural, Debriel, Warnings-Angst

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

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There are few things Dean regrets to have seen in his life but what he had to presence that evening was something he would have loved to ask Cas to erase from his memory forever. Given the circumstances though, if he had to show Cas what he had seen he might as well have to see his own ass to the gates of Hell.

He had entered the library with quick steps after helping Cas put himself together. It had meant a lot to him to be able to lean over Dean’s shoulder in dejection for a while. Eventually, the seraph moved to his own room, where Dean had left him watching Netflix.

Dean was looking for Sam to go for a quick run for groceries and had he been less distracted by thinking about how to help Cas feel better he might have heard some of the soft groans of pleasure his own brother was making. By the moment he realized his own mistake it was too late for him to turn away, freezing halfway over the steps into the library.

Sam was sitting on a couch, jeans halfway down while Gabriel was going down on him. When he opened his eyes upwards he met Dean’s gaze from across the room. Both men froze for an instant too long. Gabriel noticed Sam’s hands stiffen and looked up, following his gaze to where Dean was.

-Well this is awkward.

The brothers didn’t need more to react. Dean went straight to a couch next to the entrance letting out a pretty loud “Shit!” and sat while covering his eyes. Sam sprung from where he was with a grunted “Crap!” and pulled his pants back up. Gabriel just sat back enough for Sam to handle his clothing issue and stood up.

-Should we go to your room?

Sam just panicked more. -Not now Gabe… -And strolled away from the library as fast as his feet could take him, completely embarrassed.   

Gabriel followed him languidly, wondering if Sam would change his mind if he tagged him long enough but when the hunter literally jumped the steps out of the library and paced away faster he gave up.

Dean had tried his best to ignore his brother’s retreat crouched on the couch while Gabriel sat relatively close, snapping a beer and letting out a sigh in frustration. The room stayed silent for a good five minutes. Minutes through which Dean changed his original state of shock for a new one of clear anger.

-Don’t think I’ll let you cajole Sam into whatever you want with your charm.

-Wow, jealous much Dean-o? Don’t worry about it. I’m not planning to make things serious… Yet.

Dean sprung from the couch as if he had been called off to a fight.

-I’m just warning you Gabriel, you break Sam’s heart and I’ll find a way to destroy you.

-I’m not breaking his heart idiot, the poor lad needs a break and I’m giving him just that. Don’t you ever think you spend an unhealthy amount of time of your lives slashing and smashing monsters? Heck, even you need a break! But you’re stubborn enough not to take one even when I offer it for free. Well then tough, I’m taking the next best thing.

-My brother is NOT the next best thing!

Dean knew he had gone too far, he had picked up Gabriel from the shirt up all the way to his own face only to scream at him. Gabriel’s eyes went dark while he slowly grabbed Dean’s arms and pushed him down, inflicting enough pressure on them until the hunter was on his knees over the floor due to the pain. Dean was doing an excellent work at keeping his voice low, afraid that someone could enter the room to that situation knowing well enough it had been his own fault things had gone this way.

-What do you want?

-What? -A new shock of pain made him shiver a grunt.

-What. Do. You. Want?

-I don’t want any—

A stifled wail on his throat cut his retort.

-I did my best you know?

Dean looked upwards terrified. He could see the shape of Gabriel’s wings forming behind like an ominous shadow. A blazing power charging everything in the room. But his eyes were not shimmering light like Castiel’s when he used his power. They were not blazing blue-white either like Sam had told him about once. They were going darker and darker. He was containing every single fibre of his being in order to avoid smiting Dean. Gabriel wasn’t just angry. He was absolutely pissed off.

-I did my best to get on your good sides. Me. An Archangel. Second only to my Father and Aunt.

If Gabriel went further, Dean’s arms would snap. He thought he was screaming, and yet a dense noise silenced every other sound in the room but Gabriel’s voice.

-And nothing seemed to be enough. Not the impaled monsters, not the burnt out ghosts, not the money, the rush of speed or the sex. Nothing. Nothing was enough. I tried my best at making you happy and all I got was darkness from your soul!

Dean felt something cold and wet running through his cheek. Well that was impossible. And then he looked up to see Gabriel’s eyes and something in his heart clenched up tight.

-I hate you. -Gabriel’s deliverance in a soft whisper. -I hate the way you hate yourself. I hate the way I cannot side my gaze away. You’re making me hate myself and I can’t take this anymore.

And just like that Gabriel fled away. Leaving Dean completely healed but still with the lingering sensation of the pressure he had experienced under the archangel’s strength. He stayed on his knees on the floor. Every single object on the library oblivious to the drama that had just occurred.

Shipping

Supernatural, Debriel, Warnings-None

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He didn’t know how they had ended up talking about that but apparently Sam and Gabriel had elevated it to some sort of art discussion.

“No you see, this people, some of them just do it because the couple looks good together but others make the weirdest in-depth theories on how and why it should work.”

“That sounds like the biggest waste of time in the world. It’s not like you would actually bang your brother.”

Ah yeah, Dean remembered now, it was when Gabriel discovered a site with all the Supernatural gospels and the consequential forums and blurted out at dinner “So, Wincest.” without even a warning sign. He just thanked god his mother hadn’t been there to listen to that.

“Well, at first I was upset too but we are not real for them in the end. They think we’re just a character in a book so I kinda get it now. And… some of the stories are good.” Sam fidgeted a bit with his sleeve.

Dean stopped scrubbing the dishes and turned towards his brother with the most judgemental look he could gather. “Wow wait a second. You have read that stuff!?”

“What? I got curious…” Sam was definitely blushing now.

“So you’re all into Wincest now? Ready for some roleplaying action?” Asked Gabriel now with a devilish smile, he looked like he was ready to push all the necessary buttons to see that happen. And they thought only the devil could show you how to sin thought Dean. Well, he shouldn’t be so shocked, they were related after all.

“What!? No! I thought the story was good but it was just a story!”

Yeah, Sam is definitely blushing way too much, still Dean was not going to take the bait so he turned back to stoically finish his task. Apparently Gabriel also reconsidered his stance and pulled back while sighing.

“It’s kind of sad that they didn’t get to the best parts of me though. I’m still just a Trickster in their minds and there’s nothing about me.”

“Oh, you definitely haven’t searched enough.”

Yeah, he was now baiting Gabriel.

“Oh?”

“Yup, it hasn’t got many followers but there’s a couple around.”

“Do they pair me with someone?”

Sam huffed at Gabriel. “Dude, they obviously do.”

Stop it Gabe, Stop it now. You’ll regret it if you ask.

“Who?”

Dean just rolled his eyes. He was sooo going to regret it. Sam just coughed a bit and oddly enough stayed silent for a moment. A muffled rustling sound came from the table.

“What!? NO WAY!”

“Yep.”

Gabriel started to laugh heartily. Ok, that was a straightforward clickbait and apparently Dean was dumb enough to fall for it. He turned to see the guys in wonder. The look in their eyes was a dead give away.

OH

He just moved his head in reprobation and turned back to finish rinsing the last dish “You two are a pair of idiots.”

Gabriel toned down his voice to a mellow glide “You know Dean? I wouldn’t mind making those stories real if it’s with you.”

Dean finished placing all the dishes to dry on the rack and went for a beer.

“Yeah well, tell you what. As long as you’re the bottom, I don’t mind.”

Dean stepped away from the kitchen with a conceited smile, it wasn’t every day that he managed to shut the archangel down.