Tag: Castiel

Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures 7

Supernatural, Sabriel, Sastiel, Debriel, Warnings-None, unless you don’t like to see Cas broken hearted

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

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Sam violently snapped the dust away from the book he was holding with the piece of cloth. No matter how thorough he was it seemed like the library always had a space where a good dusting was necessary and he was taking profit of that right now to vent off his anger.

-Sam?

-Hey Cas, what’s up?

-…Are you alright?

Sam was about to give a casual nod but paused a moment and sighed. -No I’m not.

-What happened?

-Nothing Cas, that’s the problem, nothing’s happened.

The seraph obviously didn’t understand what Sam was talking about, he doubted about elaborating with Cas as confident but he was desperate to let go of his pent up frustration. He leaned against the bookcase sighing, unable to lift his gaze in the middle of his frustration.

-You see I -sigh- well, I like Gabriel a lot. And yeah the sex was great and everything but I’d really like to have something more with him and I’m not sure how he feels about me or if he actually feels something for me apart from the obvious sexual attraction.

Sam waited for the angel to say something back while pressing his fingers on his temple in frustration but when the silence became too dense he turned his head towards Castiel. In any other moment he would have laughed at the seraph’s reaction but considering the issue he was discussing he felt rather restless because Castiel looked just as shocked as a deer in front of headlights.

-You are… having sex with Gabriel?

Oh crap, Gabriel and Cas were brothers. How could he actually have forgotten that? Completely embarrassed, Sam immediately went close and held Castiel’s shoulders between his hands.

-Shit Cas I’m so sorry! This is so awkward. Please promise me you’ll forget what I just said.

Castiel fixed his blue eyes in Sam’s, his face a clear mirror of the turmoil inside.

-Please.

All the seraph could do was nod before separating himself from the hunter. He made his way back to his room. Or at least that was the idea. He was stopped by a strong hand in the middle of the bedroom hallway.

-Dude, you alright? -Castiel just turned and tried to fix his sight on Dean. The hunter immediately knew something was definitely not right. -Wow, man, calm down. What the hell happened?

Castiel opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. Even he didn’t understand why he was behaving like that. He felt himself faltering and made a hold on Dean’s shirt, hiding his face on his chest. When Dean felt the seraph’s trembling hands he hugged him hard.

-It’s alright, Cas, I’m here. We’re here.

Dean lead the seraph into his room and made him sit on the bed while he went to fetch some beers from the kitchen as fast as he could, ignoring Gabriel’s inquiry of where was he heading to with a quick ‘Not now’. Once back at the room, he placed one on Castiel’s hand and began to drink his own, reclining over his bookcase.

-So?

-…so?

-What happened?

Castiel just frowned. The more he thought about it the more it bothered him.

-You were right.

Dean just stayed where he was. He knew well how to give Cas his time.

-Gabriel already… -Cas gulped as well as he could with his dry mouth -He and Sam…

Dean tensed up. He knew sooner or later this time would come and he thought he would be ready for it but he was overwhelmed by the feeling of having your guts clenched up tight beneath the skin. He didn’t want to listen anymore but there was something more pressing in front of him. Something he had suspected for years now but never got enough proof about.

-And how do you feel about it?

Castiel turned towards Dean. Deep blue filled with sadness inside.

-…. I should be happy about.

-But you’re not.

-I don’t understand why. I thought that looking at him happy would be enough. But right now I feel like, like…

-Like everything’s falling upon you and you just want to run away?

How Dean managed to put into words his own feelings and thoughts was something Castiel would never understand. The same way that just a gaze between them sometimes became an entire conversation. Still, there was no feelings towards him the way he had for Sam.

Many times after his experience as a human being he wondered about it. Maybe this connection means more, maybe this is what real love was about. But a glance at Sam’s eyes and soul and a grace from his hand over his shoulder sent shivers upon his body that Dean’s fraternal touch, close as it was, never did. Been turned into a human had been the worst thing that could’ve ever happened to him.

-I don’t know Cas, maybe you should fight for it. -Castiel turned his head towards Dean. Obviously asking what was the fight for. -Yeah, fight for Sam. You know the phrase, all is fair in love and war.

-I don’t think I…

Dean took a soft but deep breath to cut off his friend’s rant.

-Look Cas, all I know is that you’ve been in love with Sam for a long ass time and never did a thing about it. And this is your last chance. When Sam makes a choice it’s really hard to make him change his mind so if you really want to fight for him it’s now or never. Yeah and don’t give me that look, it’s pretty obvious to me. So go on and fight for me, sorry, fight for him.

Castiel just glanced at Dean, it was pretty easy to say that when you were not in the pinch he was. Sam would be happy with Gabriel, he was conversational and fun and everything Cas was not. Despite everything that had happened with him before the Apocalypse, Sam didn’t seem to hold a grudge against the archangel anymore so what was the point? It was better to just do the best to bury those feelings away.

After Castiel left, Sam couldn’t help but feel worse about everything. It had been a huge blunder to talk about himself having sex with his brother and it had been obvious it was a very delicate matter to Cas. But why? He had never showed any kind of issue talking about stuff other people would find embarrassing before.

It seemed like everything started going haywire ever since he involved himself with Gabriel.

-You called?

Sam jumped startled. -Dude! Don’t scare me like that!

-Gabriel just sent him a blank stare. -Well, considering how much you’re thinking about me right now I’d be more scared if I hadn’t showed up.

-I wasn’t… Ok I was but it’s not like I was praying for you.

-Still close enough for me to listen… So what now? Ready for another heavenly experience?

-What? No! uh… -Sam let out a dejected sigh. -I mean you’re good at bed.

-Naturally.

-But I’d like to have something more.

-…Meaning?

-Like a relationship.

-Oh.

-Which by your face I assume you don’t.

-Yyyyeah sorry kiddo. I don’t see you that way.

Sam just sighed and nodded. He had known it already but it never felt good to hear it. And then blurted what had been in his mind.

-But you do see Dean that way.

Gabriel choked on 

-Huh!? Dear me no! No no no no no no no no! I mean yeah your brother’s hot and all but there’s just no… Nnnnnope. Nope. Not. Nuh uh. Just… no.

Sam just nodded in approval. -Right, ok…

-Yep…

-So… You free right now?

Gabriel turned on his malicious look. -Right here?

Sam sat over the edge of the table, he wasn’t really sure what was moving him at that moment.

-Sure, why not?

Gabriel went towards Sam. It didn’t feel right. The cards had been placed on the table and he didn’t have to worry about Sam getting the wrong impression but still there was something tugging him inside that he was desperately trying to push back.

That something was precisely the reason why he was pressing himself towards Sam’s lips. He didn’t want to feel it. He didn’t want to acknowledge or accept it at all because the moment he did he would be utterly lost.

Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures 6

Supernatural, Sabriel, Warnings-Explicit Sex Scene

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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-Are we there yet?

A minute passed away.

-Are we there yet?

Another minute.

-Are we there yet?

One minute more.

-Are we—

-No Gabe! NO! We’re not there yet! Dammit! Now stop that before I find a way to stab you with your own fucking blade!

-Dean…

-I’d rather have you stab me with something else but hey, we can somehow work it out.

Dean just groaned his gaze away into the road, adamant on ignoring Gabriel now. Gabriel didn’t actually mind that, he knew he was being a little shit but he wanted Dean’s attention and he didn’t care whether it was good or bad. He only snorted and showed him his tongue in mock through the rearview.

Castiel looked at his brother and questioned him with a gaze. Gabriel just shrugged, sighed and went to look outside the window. Looking at the clouds go by on the sky.

Dean was tense. He hadn’t wanted to snap at him like that but it looked like that day the archangel had got up with all the intention of ruining him. First blatantly throwing sexual invites with Sam by his side and now literally acting like a child. If it weren’t for his brother he’d definitely wouldn’t have last the past half an hour.

The rest of the road had gone relatively smooth. The tenseness had begun to lift away but Dean still felt the archangel’s gaze on him from time to time. He didn’t dare look back. Once back at the bunker, well into the settled night, Dean stayed to give Baby a cleaning. Once Sam grabbed his duffle bag and moved away the garage with Cas Gabriel finally spoke again.

-…Wanna go have some fun?

Dean looked back at him. He was evidently pondering whether he should talk to the archangel at that moment.

-You know, that bar at Missouri, where we met the creole dancer with the Chinese chair?

Dean’s eyes lit up. -Yeah I remember. That… That time was good…

Gabriel didn’t need to see into his mind to tell at a glance he really wanted to go but once more something dark took possession of him and his shoulders went down. He coughed. -Pass.

-…What?

-Yeah, I… I need some rest.

Gabriel’s mouth was open in disbelief. -…But the creole dancer!

Dean glanced sideways in a clear attempt to avoid Gabriel’s eyes and more questions and was he actually blushing?

-Yeah no, maybe, maybe another day.

Gabriel groaned in frustration.

-Hey, you wanna do something? Take Sam instead.

Gabriel looked at Dean as if he had hit him for a moment and vanished away from the garage, angry glare on his stance. Once he found Sam sorting some books over his desk, he appeared inside the room and locked the door behind.

-Gabriel? What…?

He was stopped mid-sentence when Gabriel forced him onto the chair and straddled him, pressing their lips together. The kiss was rough and desperate, Sam could feel the archangel’s fingers meddling with his hair and pulling it from behind, enough to start making his body react. He introduced his hands under his shirt and began to caress his skin roughly. The archangel separated himself from the hunter enough to allow him to breathe. Hungry eyes looking down to Sam’s hard dick hiding under his jeans.

-I need to fuck Sam. I need to fuck right now.

Sam immediately grabbed Gabriel from the ass, all prudence thrown out through the window and took him to the bed, falling on top of him. Sam began to fumble with the zipper of his jeans but Gabriel stopped his hand and snapped everything away. Sam just looked at Gabriel with a hungry look and went back to his lips holding himself over him with one hand while using the other to hold his dick up, tempting around for Gabriel’s entrance. It was hard to concentrate with the angel kissing him and using his nails on his back.

He didn’t know about Gabriel but since the moment he had gone down on him, Sam had been with the urge of finding someone to relieve that particular itch, that such someone suddenly happened to be the origin of it all was more than an added bonus.

Finally finding what he was looking for, he inserted himself fast, the archangel arched with a loud sigh that made Sam go relentless against him.

For a moment, nothing really mattered but the sense of skin against skin, the thin layer of sweat forming between both men, the rush of heat that came along a well placed bite and the urgency of fingernails diving into the firmness of the other’s flesh. Gabriel’s hushed pants enticed Sam’s desire, who was also reaching for air quietly but fast. It was almost like none of them wanted to be heard outside the walls of the bedroom they were in that moment.

  At some point Sam placed one of Gabriel’s legs over his shoulder, thrusting in from a different angle that made Gabriel tighten up his grip on the hunter’s cock. Both men started to groan following the pace of Sam’s thrusts. From his advantage point, Sam was tempted by the soft lines of Gabriel’s neck and plunged towards it, biting hard, ready to mark the archangel’s skin. Gabriel gave away a soft yelp, a bit startled by the hunter’s impulse but then began to laugh and bit his lip to avoid getting louder.

Sam took that as a challenge, he went hard and fast against Gabriel, dancing his lips somewhere between biting his neck and taking a moment for breathing, the grinding of both bodies sweating profusely as the time ran on them. Sam felt the building of his climax reaching its peak fast when the archangel began to drag his nails over his back upwards. Gabriel’s fast paced breathing also showing his arousal.

When the time for release came, Sam held Gabriel’s legs and pulled him upwards, bending him over and cumming hard inside of him, both men groaning in pleasure while Gabriel finally had his own climax, strangling a last word in his throat that never made it out. Sam just allowed himself to drop over the bed, taken over by the relaxation that came with the great work out he just had.

When he began to doze off Gabriel just magically laid him over the mattress in a better position and covered him with his blanket. Leaving the place as fast as he had entered it.

Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures 5

Supernatural, Warning-None

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 

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The following weeks were quite busy. A nest of vampires, a salt and burn and a misleading ghoul had kept the brothers at work and on the road, Castiel at the backseat of the impala looking away into the horizon as he usually did.

Gabriel used to stay in the car for a while but disappeared whenever he got fed up of the endless road trip. Still, every single day breakfast was ready for both Sam and Dean. Dean assumed Sam was waking up early enough to get the food for both of them and never questioned it. Sam on the other side assumed Gabriel had told Dean something about it. In the end, it didn’t really matter since waking up to a fully served breakfast always made them lighten up, making the day much better.

Castiel on the other hand knew better, since he was always awake and felt his brother’s magic at work. On the last day after the ghoul hunt he turned towards the appearing food.

-Brother?

-What’s up Bluejay?

Both angels talking low due to the sleeping hunters.

-If you want to make Sam happy, why don’t you stay with us all the time?

-I want to make Dean happy, not Sam. If Sam’s smiling at the start of the day then that’s good enough for Dean and me.

-Yes but…

Gabriel looked at Castiel soberly. -Castiel, shouldn’t you be the one trying to make Sam happy?

-What do you mean?

From the talk Gabriel had had with Castiel some time ago in the bunker, there was one thing he had understood immediately and that was that his brother was profoundly in love with Sam but didn’t feel like he deserved him. No matter how he tried to rephrase the question, Castiel’s answers were always vague about the theme. It was like he believed that as long as they were not formed into words, his feelings wouldn’t develop. Gabriel just sighed.

-I’m just saying that I might make him happy but if that happens then I don’t want to see you moping around like an idiot afterwards.

Castiel would have retorted but Sam moved over his bed, waking up from the sleep he rightfully deserved after having to stay awake almost all night searching all over a graveyard. He sat back over and began to rub his eyes while waking up. Once he regained enough consciousness to speak he turned towards Gabriel and Castiel.

-Mornin’

Gabriel leaned towards Castiel with a sly smile, whispering softly enough that the hunter couldn’t hear him -Don’t you love the way his messed up hair falls over his face when he just wakes up?

Castiel, who was obviously looking at Sam turned away from the sight with a faint tint of red coloring his cheeks.

-Mornin’ Sammich. Had a good sleep?

Sam groaned faintly while making a go to step away from the bed. -I think I could do with a couple hours more.

-Well I know what I’d do with a couple hours more on your bed but I don’t think that’s what you’d wish.

Sam turned to look at Gabriel, he was about to oblige into his untone but noticing Castiel’s embarrassed stance by his side he refrained himself and looked away troubled and red.  

-…I think I need some coffee.

-A fine blend of Coffea Arabica coming right up.

The wonderfully strong scent of the quality coffee Gabriel had appeared began to stir Dean out of his slumber. The sound of the hunters starting the day filled the small hotel room with some sort of homeliness that only got increased by the fact Gabriel had improved his original idea of pancakes for a full stack of waffles topped with fruit, sided with sausages and bacon now that he was evidently staying there with them for the rest of the day.

Gabriel forced Cas to sit by their side while they had breakfast and made small talk with them about their case when suddenly Dean huffed out a bit annoyed.

-Why do you even care? You never stay for the cases anyway.

-Oh, is that it now? Well I recall someone blatantly telling me that I was more of a nuisance than a help last time I joined one of those.

-Guys…

-Because you were trying to hook up with the police officer while we were in the middle of the case!

-You’re just jealous that I actually got out with her unlike you. Or should I say instead of with you?  

A wagging of Gabriel’s eyebrows proved that he was definitely out to get Dean now. Dean just looked at him with a blank stare and proceeded to hold his hands up in defeat.

-Ok, you know what? It’s way too early for me to start this kind of thing. I need at least two more cups of joe filled up to the brim for that.

-A good old fashioned blowjob could have the same effect.

-Gabe!

Gabriel turned to look at Sam in a would be innocent stance. -What?

Dean just went back to his breakfast, he looked more calm than his brother who was blushing wildly while reprobing the archangel but you could still see a faint pink rising up through his neck. Gabriel didn’t say a thing about it but made note of the fact.

-Sigh… Fiiiine. No more slurring words until breakfast is done. -He then proceeded to fork the sausage of his plate and eat it, sticking his tongue out to lick it before it reached his mouth and letting his eyelids fall onto it in a very nuanced way before turning them at Dean. He groaned in pleasure while eating it after taking his time to get a good bite. -Man, not to toot my own horn but this breakfast is awesome.

Even if Castiel had tried to, there was just no way to avoid the sexual tension that filled the table after Gabriel’s action. Sam had just chuckled and waved his head in denial, looking down at his plate when he realized what Gabriel was about to do, trying to control his red cheeks from blushing a lot more and his lower parts from reacting to very specific memories triggered by the archangel’s actions. Dean on the other side, had kept his eyes fixed on Gabriel while mindlessly munching his own food, daring Gabriel to go on. His pupils had dilated and his eyes darkened. Once Gabriel was done with his act he turned down again to his plate. Dean’s breathing was heavier than normal, but not enough for Sam to notice.

Castiel just coughed up a bit after his brother’s act was done. -So, we’re going back to the bunker?

-Well, I haven’t found a new case yet…

-As soon as we’re done with breakfast we’ll hit the road. I need some rest.

Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures 4

Supernatural, Sastiel, Warnings-None

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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-Hello, Sam.

Sam went in awe realizing he was looking at an angel, a real angel, with a capital ‘A’, and started to ramble.

-Oh my God. Er… uh, I didn’t mean to… sorry. -chuckles- It’s an honor, really, I… I’ve heard a lot about you.

He stepped forward holding out his hand to shake Castiel’s but the angel just looked down at it, unsure of what to do with it. Sam motioned at Castiel, who finally understood and placed his right hand out to shake it with Sam.

-And I, you. Sam Winchester – Holding Sam’s hand between his own, Castiel turned his electric royal blue gaze directly into the hunter’s eyes, piercing him mercilessly. – The boy with the demon blood. Glad to see you’ve ceased your extracurricular activities.

It should be a sin that an Angel of the Lord would be able to spit so much venom so easily looking like that.

Sam woke up with a start. The alarm clock hadn’t gone off yet and he could have a good two hours more sleep if he made an effort to go back to slumberland. He moved sideways with a groan into a sitting position, looking for his slippers. After warding himself from the cold of the concrete floor he stepped up in search of his boxers at the foot of the bed and made way for the bathroom. Eyes as close as possible on the way there, afraid of scaring the sleep away.

When he opened the bathroom door to go back to his room he glanced Castiel in front of the door about to knock.

-Cas?

If he didn’t know better, he could have sworn he had startled his angelical friend. Castiel met Sam’s sight in a jolt.

-What are you doing here?

-I heard noises…

-…Is that it?

Castiel shuffled on his spot. It was odd looking at him act so meek, he always used to take the lead. Eventually, he managed to gather himself and spurted out -I thought you had called to me. I’m sorry. It must have been a mistake.

It took Sam more than a second to process the information Cas was giving him but when he understood what he was saying he blushed, remembering vividly his own dream about the first time he had met the angel.

-Maybe I was.

Castiel frowned his gaze and turned his neck in that quintessential Castiel way that said he needed more information that Sam couldn’t but smile at him. -I was dreaming about you.

Castiel opened his sight in understanding. -Oh

Sam started to walk towards his room, pulling Castiel’s hem slightly with his fingers, making him follow by his side. Hands slightly brushing each other -I dreamt about the first time I met you.

Cas turned so fast to look at him that a normal human being would have gotten dizzy. -Why?

-Who knows? It’s not like I can purposefully choose the programmation.

They arrived to Sam’s door. -Well, I’m gonna beat it a bit more. See you in a few.

Castiel only nodded at him. The same piercing blue that captivated him once saying good night without even letting out a word.

Sam couldn’t go back to sleep at all. He was thinking of Castiel over and over again. He had made the mistake of glancing at his friend’s lips before going back into his room and with how things had gone with Gabriel the evening before Sam couldn’t stop thinking about the seraph’s brilliant blue eyes looking up at him, his mouth surrounding his dick, pleasuring him.

It had been years since he had last done it and he felt a slight pang of guilt to bring Cas back into his repertoire of fantasies but in the end his impulse won and he began to jack himself off to the image of his friend that had relentlessly formed on his mind.

Castiel, on the other side, slowly redid his way to his bedroom but the idea of Sam dreaming about their meeting had removed something inside. Something he had completely forgotten up until that moment.

Now that he got what the phrase ‘First impressions are always important’ actually meant he finally understood perfectly well why he had never had the gut to tell Sam that what he felt for him was probably stronger than what he felt for his brother. Because thanks to both of them he had been able to see what a good person is supposed to be, how doing the right thing was supposed to work, what thinking about your loved ones was supposed to feel. But it was only thanks to Sam that he discovered how pure a soul could be and no matter what dire their destiny, it was able to overcome even the darkest of evils.

And meanwhile he, Castiel, had been an absolute dick towards him that very first time. Even when he now would recognize Sam’s excited face at a glance he couldn’t have back then and his words had evidently hurt him. At that instant he hated himself.

-You look like you could do with a good pair of twins in lingerie.

-Brother

Gabriel smiled, to everyone else he would have sneered at the word, specially to Michael, Raphael or Lucifer. But Castiel made the word so meaningful everytime he said it that it honestly made Gabriel glad to know he still considered him his brother, specially despite the Archangel title that once held so heavy over him. He loved his brother in a way he thought had been lost aeons ago before Lucifer’s fall.

Gabriel went to surround Castiel’s shoulder’s. -Alright, I’m not usually into corny stuff but tell your big brother all about it. I’ll listen to you. Just don’t make it as a prayer because that would piss me off.

Castiel smirked at the archangel and joined his hands in a praying manner. -Dear Gabriel, who is currently not in Heaven…

Gabriel stopped Cas’ mock softly with his free fist over his arm. A spark of laughter came on both mens eyes, tuning their grace into a joyful warmth that none of them had realized had been missing in a long, long time.

Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures 2

Supernatural, Sabriel, Warnings-None

Part 1

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Sam was contentedly humming the following day, giving a bite to a delicious chicken sandwich sided with arugula salad when Dean came into the room. There was a serving of pancakes sided with bacon and sausages for him.

-Mornin’

-Hmmrnin’

He had to wait until Dean had gone through half of his breakfast before he could ask.

-…You still angry about yesterday?

Dean sent a quick glance to his brother.

-Nah, I’m good.

-You sure about that?

-Yup

-…

Dean didn’t last much under Sam’s pressure.

-Alright man knock it off it’s all good. I mean, I really was angry yesterday but you’re back now.

Sam sighed -Well that’s good because today I’m going out with Gabriel again.

-What!? -Using a harsher tone than what he intended, Dean realized his mistake and held his head down in defeat. Sam on the other side looked at him with a knowing look.. -Ok, yeah, I’m… I’m still angry.

-Why is that so hard to admit?

Dean pondered for just a second but then straightened himself a bit more.

-Because I don’t want you to get hurt.

Sam chuckled -Why do you think I’d get hurt?

Dean glanced his brother significantly. ‘Please don’t make me say it’ was what his expression asked of him. Sam studied him for a second and then it hit him. His eyes dilated and he blushed wildly while turning away from his brother’s sight. A minute later he looked back defensively.

-Just so you know, I know he took me out as a gesture of appreciation for letting him stay around. There’s nothing more about it.

Dean shrugged slightly. -Well, I guess it’s ok then.

The rest of the day went as normal as it could get. Sam had gone out a few hours ago, probably coming back a couple more hours later and Dean was on the way back to his bedroom with another beer when he met Castiel, coming forward from Sam’s bedroom. With a casual ‘Sup Cas, busy right now?’ he surrounded the seraph’s shoulder and swiftly guided him to his bedroom.

Castiel knew Dean, he noticed something was bothering him so he followed his friend’s lead. He only squinted his eyes when Dean looked around the hall before locking the door behind. Once secure inside, the hunter began to pace around for a good five minutes lost in his thoughts.

-Dean?

-You haven’t seen your brother around, right?

-Not today, why?

-Do you know what’s up with him taking Sam out?

-I think it’s a good thing he did, Sam looked very happy about that.

-Yeah well, there’s no way he shouldn’t but that’s the problem, I’m afraid your brother plays with him.

-What do you mean?

Dean stopped for a second his rant, Castiel could see him weighing down pros and cons of telling him anything at all. It was odd of him to be so secretive after all these years. He sighed in the end.

-I just want Sammy to be happy.

-But he looks happy.

-No you don’t understand -Dean sat by Castiel’s side -He might be happy now but I know my brother, he needs someone stable and Gabriel he, well, he doesn’t seem to be too reliable on his actions on the long run if you get my drift.

Castiel immediately frowned his face. -But Gabriel wouldn’t… he wouldn’t do any harm to Sam.

-Well it’s good you think so well of him but dammit Cas, he’s gonna take the first chance he can to get in Sam’ pants and I’m not gonna wait idly for him to do that you know? Cas? Wait a second, sit back down I need your help with this, we have to make your brother be a good guy for Sam.

Castiel turned back to Dean -Why?

-Because he… uh…

-He what?

-He might be the only one my brother really wants.

Cas looked completely taken aback for a second, Dean had never seen the angel like that before. -Dean, you cannot change people from one day to another. And I’m not changing Gabriel to have him stay by Sam’s side!

He stepped out of the room towards his own before the hunter even had a chance of stopping him.

—

Gabriel entered the darkened library dragging his feet, chocolate bar in hand. Only a lamp providing light over a couple of books on the table.

-Hey

-Sammich

-Have you seen Cas around?

-Not since Dean dragged him into his room. -Gabriel made a face showing what his theory of what they were doing inside was.-Why?

Sam knew that both his brother and Cas had always been close but he had never actually seen a piece of evidence signaling that they were sleeping together while being around them, and they had had more than enough time to prove it. He had been so sure by now everything was just platonic that receiving news of his brother taking Castiel into his bedroom had removed some things inside, he couldn’t help blushing and stood up to take a book back to the shelves just to try to hide the awkwardness a bit.

-Wow, ah, nothing. I just… wanted to ask him about a book.

-You seem uncomfortable ‘bout that.

-What? No, no. -Odd chuckles and more blushing 

-There’s no reason for me to… to be uncomfortable.

-Well it is weird for me ‘cause it never came through my mind your brother was into guys as well, that would actually explain a couple of things.

The hunter eyed Gabriel, he was curious about what kind of things but was smart enough to understand that he probably wouldn’t like the answer considering he knew firsthand Gabriel had taken his brother along to certain adult inclined places before more than just once.

-And what about you? You also into both sexes?

Sam hesitated for a second and then leaned on the column by his side, focusing his attention on the archangel.

-Yeah, I am.

Gabriel only raised his eyebrows. 

-Well color me surprised.

-What about you?

-Hellooo? Ex-Pagan God here? Would you even doubt for a second I’m more than willing on going down anyone hot enough?

-Would you go down on me?

Well look at that, the kid had grown a pair. Gabriel approached Sam with a sensual cadence on his posture, checking him up all the way from the bottom to the top. The hunter squirmed in self-aware while his ears and neck turned red.

-Guess there’s only one way to know.

Deal With It

Sastiel,  Supernatural, Warnings: Explicit Sex Scene, also Sam’s bisexual here, because fuck canon, that’s why. 

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Cas didn’t know how Sam had been cursed by the witch they killed a couple of hours ago but by the moment he noticed something was wrong and called Rowena, she proceeded to inform him of some dire news.

-I’m sorry dear, but he’ll go mad or worse if you don’t find a person to relieve him fast, the curse won’t allow him to do it himself.

-What!? Rowena we’re stranded in the middle of nowhere, there’s no chance for me to find anyone’s help to relieve him fast enough!

-And what’s the problem dearie? You’re still right by his side ain’t you?

Cas froze in his seat. -There’s no way I can—

-Castiel, you only have to help him relieve himself and the curse will thankfully be gone, using your hands should be a good start. Only do whatever he says and help him for as long as he asks you to, I figure you’ll be able to know when the spell is gone.

Castiel could have sworn he saw Rowena’s smile widening with each word that came out of her on the other side of the line. He would have replied something harsh to her if it weren’t for the drowned howl of pain Sam allowed out of himself, crouched over the wheel.

Hurriedly, Cas ended the call and went towards the hunter to find the lever between Sam’s legs and pull the seat as far back as he could. Once he had a bit of space to maneuver he held Sam’s head up as gently as he could.

-Sam, Sam! Can you hear me?

Sam just nodded, sweat droplets starting to show on his forehead, his breath uneven.

-This is the only way I can help you. Please forgive me.

The hunter only closed his eyes and moved his head slightly, Cas took it as a sign of consent and tasked himself with releasing his friend’s painfully hard cock from his jeans. What witch was mad enough to curse a guy with a spell that made him horny enough for it to be painful and immobilize him in the first place? When Cas thought he had seen everything there was always something showing up to blow his mind.

The moment Cas placed his hands around Sam’s dick and began to move them up and down Sam let out a loud sigh of relief and his breathe began to pace itself until it matched the motion of the seraphs hands. After the initial plunge into darkness due to the pain and only being able to faintly make out Castiel’s voice in the far distance, Sam was slowly regaining sense on his surroundings. Even after the pain started to recede, it took him quite some time to realize to whom the hands that were so skillfully sending him shivers of pleasure belonged. -Cas…

-Yes Sam, I’m here.

The angel was very close, he had made a hold on Sam’s neck to pull him closer and see if it was working. When Cas made an awkward movement on the seat to steady himself, Sam’s body fell over Cas. The moment his lips touched the angel’s veins close to his ear, Sam involuntarily opened his mouth. Cas, focused on providing help with his hands let out a gasp when he felt Sam’s teeth over him. Sam was grunting in pleasure and to Cas’s disbelief, he was starting to feel the arousal build within his own body.

Sam’s stranded voice began to repeat Cas’s name like a lifeline. After some more time Sam realized he was able to actually pronounce more words. Even when the content of them was not exactly what he had in mind, his body was still acting on his own accord.

-Cas… I can’t… This is… not enough…

Castiel panicked. -What? Why? What do you need?

-I need you…  I need your mouth.

Castiel felt a shiver go down his spine while Sam’s words slivered themselves through the tight space between his lips and the seraph’s ear. He turned to look at his friend but he looked like he still was too far gone. Against his better judgement, he got himself in a more comfortable position to bend over his friend’s cock. Holding it straight up, he began to lick softly around the head before closing his lips around it, suctioning and slowly going as far down as he could, using his hands on what he couldn’t reach.

Sam had slipped from the seat and fallen sideways over Castiel. Having a completely lifeless body, unable to caress the seraph’s head or pound against his mouth was driving him nuts. The only thing that kept him from madness was the soft warm wet inside of Castiel’s mouth around his dick. He was unsure if it was the spell or his own body’s natural reaction but everything Castiel was doing at that moment was getting him harder than ever.

-Faster Cas, please!

Cas obeyed, Sam’s aroused panting was getting the best of him. There had to be something wrong with him as well, he was an angel, he shouldn’t really feel aroused but still with every time Sam gasped his name he gradually felt his pants tightening up around his own cock. He kept on it for a while but to Sam’s frustration his release had not been triggered yet.

-Cas please… just… fuck me.

This time the words that had spurted out from his mouth belonged to him, streaming from pent up frustration. But he’d have never said them had he been completely aware of what he was really asking for to his friend. Cas stopped dead and turned to look at Sam, he was a complete mess, both of them were. Despite knowing what he had to do and how to do it, he knew that shouldn’t be happening. Still the fact that this curse was going to keep up until Sam was relieved stayed true. His wavering was stopped on its tracks when Sam left out a painful moan.

-Please Cas!

Cas immediately straightened himself up and maneuvered Sam to take off his jeans.

-Everything, Cas, take it all off.

Reticent, Cas did as ordered and undressed himself as well, more to be safe than sorry. Half reclined on the door, Sam was able to see the angel’s body on its full glory and felt a rush of heat spread from his gut. The angel had amazing thighs and biceps, all his muscles easily highlighted by the moonlight and between his legs a thick member that could fill all his desires. This had to be part of the spell, right? There was no way he would feel so eager to have Castiel inside of him.

Still, Castiel went down on him again. Seeing how docile he was towards Sam’s commands was something Sam didn’t know he could enjoy so much. After a moment, Cas took his fingers to his mouth and using a good amount of saliva he began to tease Sam’s ass, forcing the entry of the first finger and ripping a soft groan from Sam. He soon found the hunter’s prostate and began to caress it, increasing Sam’s panting and turning it to moaning. He went ceaselessly until three of his fingers had gone inside.

-Cas…

Sam didn’t have to say more, there was no way to misunderstand his soft plea. He lifted Sam’s legs and surrounded himself with them, using more saliva to lube himself he lined up and began to push softly, leaving a hand over the wheel for balance.

-This might still hurt a little.

Was all Castiel said before inserting himself completely in a quick motion on Sam. Sam threw his head back, giving out a loud moan along a sigh of relief. In the middle of quick panting, his hooded eyes fixed themselves on Cas and Cas began to move in a steady rhythm.

Sam finally noticed that he had begun to regain control over his body when he was able to hold the side of the seat with his fingers but he was still far from being completely independent. He decided to fix his sight on the angel in the meantime, hair all messed up, muscles in tension and eyes blown with lust…

Sam suddenly felt chills over his spine with the realization. Castiel was actually turned on by this, it wasn’t like he had forced his vessel to get hard. The hunter suddenly felt a new rush of lust flow over his body.

-You like this Cas?

The hunter’s voice was thick and full of intention. Castiel fixed his eyes on Sam’s, guilt flooding his expression. How could he answer Sam when he couldn’t think straight while looking how he was gasping for air with each thrust he gave into him.

-Answer me, Cas. Do you like this?

Sam’s dominant words left no room for sneaking out of giving a reply. Cas rasped his words out of himself.

-Yes, I… I like this.

-What do you like?

Cas pleaded Sam with his gaze, certainly the hunter didn’t want more details about this, right?

-Tell me, cas.

-I like… -Cas gulped, voice low and faltering -I like the way you say my name, I like to see you gasp for air, I… I like to feel you tight around me and fuck you hard.

Cas rested his head on Sam’s shoulder while confessing his thoughts, he was never gonna be able to look at Sam without this coming back to haunt him. It took him some time to realize that this heavy weight he felt over his heart was the same people felt when they sinned. He felt ashamed of himself, enjoying his friend’s body while he was in need of help. And yet, he couldn’t but keep on relentlessly, all the nerves of his very carnal vessel singing in bliss.

Sam, finally free of his magical restrains, moved his arms around Cas. Hanging hard to his low back with one hand and tangling the fingers of the other in the seraph’s hair, pressing himself against Cas, pushing him to fasten up the pace with his uneven gasps. Cas, feeling how he was being pressed closed his eyes tight and kissed Sam’s neck while the hunter gave away a noise of soft approval to the gesture, speeding up the movement of his hips. In an instant of weakness, Sam called Cas only to make him turn towards him and before the seraph was able to react he pulled him into a kiss that Castiel returned more than willingly.

Sam’s relief came in a mess of sweat and body fluids, letting go of Cas’s lips with a loud moan and screaming his name, eyes falling behind seeing stars, pressing his feet against Cas’s hips to keep him as deep as he could. Cas, unable to contain himself, poured himself completely inside Sam, feeling the spasm of his own dick throbbing against Sam’s tightness.

It took Cas quite some time to regain some sort of composure and keep his breath in check. He turned to Sam, worried about the fact he had been quite silent after everything ended.

-Sam?

Sam was sleeping contentedly, almost like none of that had happened and he was just having a nice dream. So this was what Rowena had meant about the fact he’d know when the spell had been lifted.

He then proceeded to clean each other with his grace and dress themselves up once more. That last part had been a bit more difficult but he managed. Finally, he stepped away from the car in order to accomodate Sam in a way that he could rest better and moved towards the back.

He didn’t really know what they were going to talk about after Sam woke up, all he could do was wait for the blow to land but in the meanwhile he would be able to see the hunter’s calm features, resting in a way he most likely hadn’t been able to in a long time.

At least one good thing had come out of this whole mess.  

Kill it with Fire!

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Having made a shockingly eventful return, Gabriel was now officially back from misery.   Sort of.  There were still multitudes things he was unable to do with such a fractional amount of grace.  Having to refrain himself from snapping up snacks was the one he hated the most; fortunately, he managed to convince Dean to stop at a gas station and buy him a stash on the way to the bunker.

Leaving aside the impending doom of a psycho alternate universe Michael, everything in life was just peachy.  Or, at least that’s what Gabriel had previously thought.

His convoluted thoughts were interrupted by Castiel.  “Every room has a sink. If you ever need to use it, hot water comes from the right handle. I already placed your towels in the left upper drawer, right below that one you have another blanket for the bed if you feel the need to lay down.”

“Okie dokie” managed Gabriel.

“Is there anything else you need to know?” Cas tilted his head in a questioning manner.

“I dunno…” he said, shrugging half-heartedly.  “When do we eat?”

Castiel aimed a quick glance at Gabriel.  The younger angel wasn’t sure whether his brother was just joking or so depleted of grace he actually felt hungry.  He hoped it was the first option; since the second one would imply a lot of worries.

“Sam and Dean generally have dinner around six while they’re here so it shouldn’t be long, I’ll ask them to call you.”

“Great. Thanks a million, Bluejay.”

“Anytime… and Gabriel?” intoned Cas.

Gabriel turned to meet his brother’s gaze.  “Welcome home.”

Castiel saw himself out of the room before Gabriel could say anything more; leaving the  archangel with an odd sensation brewing inside.  Now that he was alone, Gabriel let his haughty posture deflate and he collapsed onto the mattress with a sigh, arms crossed behind his head.

This is home now, huh?

He didn’t know how much time passed as he stayed in that position, but he eventually turned towards the desk. The strong wood turned into a delicate structure was identical to Sam’s, only placed in the opposite side of the room. A small notebook and pen were laying next to the lamp.  For a moment, he wondered for a second how much of the original owners had been left behind.  Gabriel’s wonderings quickly got the better of him; as he was curious to see if it really was a relic from the past, or just a gift from Castiel.  Like he actually needed to write anything down, he held more information in his brain than thirty supercomputers merged into one.

He reached out to grab it, but a swift movement behind the lamp caught his attention. Gabriel grabbed the lamp and picked it up, letting a spider with long legs the size of his hand run towards him.

He immediately dropped the lamp with a startled shout and ran towards the door, colliding with Dean in the middle of the hallway.   The two of them hit the floor in a tangled mess of limbs.

“-the hell!? Gabriel, what’s wrong!?”

Gabriel, who had attached himself to the hunter firmly impeding his movements, simply pointed towards his door.  As he makes that motion, Sam and Cas show up, footfalls thundering against the tile.

“Th-Th-Th-Th-There’s a spider in my room!”  His voice came out a bit higher than expected.

Both hunters froze, looking at Gabriel in disbelief.  On the other hand, Castiel moved forward and disappeared into Gabriel’s room, ready to find the menace.

“Kill it, Castiel! Kill it with fire!!!” Gabriel proclaimed, his pitch in voice showing earnest distress.

After some noises of moving furniture and scuffling, Castiel came out of the room with his hand closed in a loose fist.

“I’m not going to kill it. I’ll take it outside and see it stays there.”

Gabriel made a noise of discontent, and refused to release his death grip on Dean.  For good measure, he sent his best death glare at his brother’s fist when Castiel passed by them, the small offender in hand.  As Castiel disappeared around the corner, Gabriel felt the hunter suddenly tremble.

“Dean?”  And just like, that Dean exploded with laughter.

“Seriously Gabriel? Spiders?”

Sam also began to snicker against his own judgement.  Gabriel just blushed wildly while finally releasing his hold on Dean.

“What!?  I hate spiders!  I hate them!  They’re evil!  Evil!  Even in Harry Potter, they’re evil!”

Sam joined Dean’s cackles, bending over and placing his hands on his knees to support himself, while Dean continued rolling over the floor with tears on his eyes.

“And just for the record,” Gabriel interjects,  “I would have killed it asap if it hadn’t caught me by surprise!”

Dean was now holding his side, panting desperately for air.  “Sure thing Cowboy, you’re a badass.”

Frustrated, Gabriel just stuck his tongue out against the brothers while retreating to his room and slamming the door. A minute later though, when their laughs were starting to recede, Gabriel opened it again sending them a sheepish look.

“What now?” said Dean.

“Can you check there’s no more spiders in the room?”

Dean and Sam made way into Gabriel’s room with smiles on their faces; it had been a while since they had laughed like that.

Sweet Treats 4

Debriel, Supernatural, Warnings-None
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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Dean had finally been able to find a moment where neither Sam nor Gabriel were around and was dragging Castiel to the dungeon, the only place Dean knew was warded against a lot of shit, in this case, anyone possibly peeping.

-Cas, this is serious, I swear I’m gonna go nuts if you don’t help me.

-I can’t understand anything if you just say you’re going nuts, you have to explain this to me.

-Ok, so I kissed Gabriel, and a part of his grace got stuck in me, right?

-Right.

-And so I kissed him again so that he could get it back. Right?

-Right.

-But, how do I know he actually took his grace back?

Castiel’s eyes shined in understanding. But there was something that bothered him about it. -I can check inside of you and see if it’s gone but why do you want to know?

-Because… -Dean turned quickly to the door just in case and lowered his voice. -Because I’ve been having this… Damn, it’s hard to put it on words. I mean, I like girls, I’ve always liked girls, you know this right? -Castiel nodded. -But after the last kiss with Gabriel I… If I see a hot guy I… There’s this… this voice in my head telling me to go for it, just like with the girls, and I… I…

Dean struggled to say more but he couldn’t bring himself to and just held his head in dejection. Castiel didn’t need him to finish his sentence, it was obvious what the problem seemed to be.

-Bring a chair, I’ll try to see what’s going on in you but you have to promise not to fight against me. I’m going to get in touch with your soul.

It was a stressful experience to say the least but Dean endured it. He hoped, well he didn’t know what he hoped for but Castiel’s unsettled face wasn’t a good sign.

-Well, the good thing is that Gabriel’s grace is nowhere inside you. He effectively took it away from you.

-Right. So what are the bad news Doc?

-I think Gabriel’s grace helped awake a… a part of you that had been dormant.

-…Meaning?

-Every single human soul is born with many, uhm, basic settings. But that doesn’t mean everyone has each of those settings on, which setting is on or off relies heavily on genes, nurturing, experiences. In this case, after you were born your genes and experiences made you turn on the setting for being attracted to females.

Castiel stopped a second to see if Dean was understanding his explanation. Dean was already dreading the last part of his friend’s speech.

-Right. And…?

-And now, well, Gabriel’s grace is archangel grace, they are made with primordial matter and energy and it stayed way too long inside you. It triggered a change in your gender preferences, influenced probably by Gabriel’s desires and now, well, you’re also attracted to men.

To say he felt shocked was an understatement.

-I’ve never seen something like this happen, but maybe Gabriel might be able to help reverting it. Dean are you ok?

-I will be after a couple bottles of scotch have gone down my throat.

Praying was definitely not part of Dean’s skill sets but he made an effort to call for the archangel after five days had gone by and he hadn’t shown up. He was on the bunker’s rooftop.

-Pretty odd, hearing from you like this.

-Gabriel, we need to talk.

-Whoa, don’t come and tell me you’re pregnant because apart from the fact that you’re a man and it’s physically impossible, we didn’t even get to score home run.

-Well, now that you bring that up, this is still your fault and I damn as well hope you can fix it. -Dean was definitely not in the best of moods. But he managed to calm down and explain himself. -Gabriel, your grace changed me into something I’m not.

-What do you mean?

-Ok, I should have asked Cas for help on this… you know the stuff about settings in a soul turned on and off depending on how you grow up?

-Wouldn’t have used those words myself but yes. Why?

-I’m heterosexual.

-Right.

-Well, your grace turned me bisexual.

Gabriel looked at Dean as if he had grown up a second head and the Trickster side within was compelling him to deny every single fact but making an internal grace assessment he knew Dean was telling the truth.

-Ok, and what about it?

-What about it? Seriously Gabriel!? Turn me back to normal ‘only chick loving’ me!

-But… why?

Dean opened and closed his mouth several times in disbelief. -Because this ain’t me! That’s why!

-But it can be you! You just gotta embrace the feeling!

-You asshole.

-Watch that mouth.

Dean sent him a bitchface worthy of Sam’s approval. -Don’t you think that if it were that easy to change a person we wouldn’t even be having this conversation?

Dean strolled back to the bunker, away from Gabriel. By night he had calmed down quite considerably so when a knock and Gabriel’s voice came softly asking for attention through his bedroom door he answered it and just motioned the archangel to come in, closing the door behind.

-To be straight about it and incredible as it may sound, this is a first for me as well so if you feel like you can’t take it, tell me right away, alright?

Dean would have been able to make at least three different untones right off the bat regarding Gabriel’s words but considering the situation he was at it might not have been the best idea. There was something he didn’t understand yet.

-Why you decided to help me now?

Gabriel was very uncomfortable about this situation too, no matter how much he had wanted Dean, nothing gave him the right to force his desires on him. Even he had his principles.

-Eh, I’m pretty bored right now.

Dean just snickered at him with a suspicious look.

-Ok, so what do I do?

-Well, you can sit or lay down, we definitely can’t do this standing.

Dean motioned himself towards the chair first but after remembering his experience with Cas, he changed his course to the bed and laid himself comfortably in the middle. Gabriel sat by his side and placed his hands over his chest, a soft white glow suddenly coming out. It was an uncomfortable feeling, like having an itch that you cannot scratch but quite endurable unlike what had happened with the seraph.

Having Gabriel so close, his body began to ache the feeling of grinding itself against the archangel like the day they got heady on the couch. A part of him wondered if it had been really that bad. If he had felt it had been wrong. If he didn’t have the need to do it again. If he hadn’t actually wanted to do it at least once more. His mind betrayed him with thoughts of the night before, when he had been thinking about the heavy breathing of the archangel against his lips.

Dean looked up at Gabriel’s blazing, unearthly eyes from where he was and he suddenly felt himself or rather his consciousness pulled towards him, the sheer power of his grace acting like a magnet for his soul.

-Wait. -Gabriel stopped immediately. He looked quizzically at Dean. -Your grace, it’s calling me.

If somebody had ever told Dean some years ago he would be able to live long enough to see an archangel blush, he would have called them crazy. Now he was not so sure.

-Happens all the time, just ignore it. -Gabriel motioned to start again but Dean held one of his hands. -I’m almost there, it won’t take long, I promise. -He was starting to get nervous although he had no idea why.

Dean sat back and looked straight at the angel’s eyes. Gabriel looked at him worried. -Is everything al…mph!

It had been an impulse. That part of him that wanted to go beyond. And he knew he had to make up his mind now or the moment would be lost forever.

Lazy Sunday 5

Debriel, Supernatural, Warnings-None

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Colorado was less than a day away from Kansas but that didn’t stop Gabriel from whining during the trip when he got bored.

-I’m just saying, why do we even bother driving? I could get us there in a snap.

-Yeah, not happening, I’ll drive with Baby ‘till the day I die.

-Ok but how about I go there, smite whatever’s causing problems and we change routes towards Vegas instead?

Dean just glanced at Gabriel through the rear view mirror. The archangel sighed and lifted up his hands in defeat. He leaned himself over Castiel to use him as pillow and rested his feet over the open window. A chocolate mousse appearing in his hands.

-Watch out for that, you’re cleaning her if you drip anything over.

Gabriel only showed him his tongue in defiance. Sam couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the childish behaviour both were showing, rolling his eyes in mock annoyment.

-You really do get along well. -Castiel hadn’t precisely tried to make a subtle statement about the kind of relationship Gabriel and Dean shared, he had honestly just said it because it felt like a good thing but both Dean and Sam rustled a bit uncomfortably on their seats. Though none made a go to comment on the other’s response.

-I think so too! -smirk -What ‘bout you lil’ bro? Got someone that you get along well with?

Castiel eyed his brother slightly, the tension coming from the brothers upfront told him there was more to the apparently naive question but he couldn’t get it. -I get along well with both of them. -the tension started to fade away.

-You don’t get along better with one or the other?

-Dude, we’re right here.

-I was just trying to make conversation.

-It’s ok Dean, I love the both of you equally. We’ve been through a lot together.

The fact that Castiel had answered in such a straightforward, innocent way that not even his brother could twist his words was a feat by itself. Sam couldn’t help but give him a warm smile.

-We also love you Cas. You’re the best.

-Aw come on! Stop the sweetness already! I’ll get diabetes!

-That’s rich coming from a guy with a 24/7 pastry diet. -Dean had to admit to himself he would have sided with Gabriel on that if it hadn’t been his little brother the one he was complaining about and there was only one person allowed to mess with Sam in that way. Himself.

The rest of the trip went smoothly, Gabriel magically appeared some double tier hamburgers with extra bacon and chips when the guys got hungry just because they had been way too far away from the last or the next gas stop. Sam wanted desperately to complain about the amount of carbs but it was way too good even for him not to enjoy. Dean even licked his fingers when there was no more.

Gabriel laughed -I can get you another if you want.

-Thanks man but no, I’ll fall asleep on the wheel if I get another one of those.

It was past six o’clock when they arrived to their destination but the boys still went to the police station to gather information regarding the five maimed decapitated male bodies found on the edge of the town in an unmarked communal grave. Some recognised as people gone missing with several years of difference. The angels waiting on the motel room because neither Sam nor Dean trusted either of their communication skills, Castiel was too awkward, Gabriel too crude when he proposed himself to. And considering nobody knew when this would happen they had taken the easy way and left them behind.

Gabriel managed to entertain himself by doing the tallest and largest card tower the room could hold but he was done now.

-…You really don’t feel like dating Sam?

-Why would I want to date him?

-Well, we could go out on double dates. Maybe if they’re up to it we could even do more together as the night arrives. -Gabriel gave Castiel a look that not even he could be dense enough to let pass. He sighed.

-What is wrong brother?

-What do you mean?

-There’s something bothering you, you’re being crass beyond your normal behaviour.

Gabriel gave Castiel a blank stare. He really couldn’t understand how he could be so sharp at some things and so slow with others. And with the way his sight pierced through his vessel’s eyes to look at him he couldn’t force himself to blatantly lie to his younger brother.

-It’s not bothe… Ok yeah, maybe it is bothering me. – Castiel just waited for his brother to continue. -I… I don’t know how to make Dean happy.

It was Castiel’s turn to be stun by Gabriel.

-I think he enjoys what we do together but he doesn’t look genuinely happy. I have only managed to make him laugh once.

-You are concerned by his wellbeing.

The archangel blushed -So what if I am!? I… it doesn’t even matter how much I try if I can’t even get a real smile from him.

Castiel was about to say something when they heard the impala arriving and the sounds of the guys reaching the room. When Dean opened the door, the card tower fell with the blast of wind filling all the room in white, red and black.

-Seriously Gabriel? Come on, poof away all of this, we gotta work.