Tag: Debriel

Honey

Supernatural, Debriel, Warnings: None, NormalLife!AU

Inspired by this piece of gold

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Gabriel opened up the door through the intercom once the boy outside the building introduced himself as his new homie. He was gladly impressed when the hot 21 year old came through the threshold into the apartment because although his voice was not really that of a man yet his body was already well defined, you could tell he worked his ass off in that car shop and Gabriel couldn’t but thank the gods that he had decided to leave the family business to help his uncle Bobby out while he found and trained a respectable manager for his first car shop branch. With a little bit of hope maybe he would decide to stay a manager himself and not leave.

-Hey

-’Sup Dean-o, nice to meet you in the flesh.

Gabriel couldn’t stop smiling brightly, asking for a roommate through Craigslist must have been the best idea he could have ever had. And he had a lot of good ideas, mind you, not the most innocent ones but good ideas in the end. Dean on the other side felt a lot less wary once he saw the cheerful honey-glazed eyes of the man in front of him, if the information he had provided through their messages was to be trusted, he was 28 and working at a half owned pastry shop. After an awkward moment of just looking at each other smiling Gabriel motioned himself into action.

-Right so uhm, is that all you brought with you?

He pointed out the puffed up duffle bag on Dean’s shoulder.

-Yeah, well, apart from Baby, you know, my car.

-Oh, there’s a parking space behind the building for our use, remind me to give you the card later.

-You don’t have a car?

-Work’s five blocks away, I’m pretty sure having a car would be an insult to the environment.

Dean chuckled, following him to one of the two tiny bedrooms of the apartment.

-So, here are your quarters young man, might not be the best in town but the view compensates all that.

Gabriel motioned towards the large windows and Dean’s face opened in awe. He had driven most part of the day and arrived late, meaning that the image of the sunset over the city was in front of him in all its magnificence.

His stomach though, was not entirely happy at the moment, Dean got three shades of red with the grumbling of his belly while Gabriel just laughed openly.

-Well, I guess it’s time to make a celebratory meal for your arrival!

-Is that really ok?

-Yep, you’re still helping with the cleaning though.

-Sure man, I can do that.

Dumping his bag at the room, Dean followed Gabriel back to the kitchen. It was obvious this guy Gabriel was an absolute foodie and, loving to cook himself, Dean was quite eager to put his hands on the pasta making machine.

He saw the guy fumbling over the fridge and take out a bunch of ingredients to start cooking. After prepping everything he eyed a bunch of apples in a fruit bowl and proceeded to look for something inside a cupboard.

-You like crumble Dean-o?

-What’s that?

-Well, it’s kind of like the poor distant cousin of pie.

-Dude I love pie.

-Then you’ll probably like the crumble.

After a moment Dean heard Gabriel curse under his breath.

-What is it?

-I’m out of teddy grahams.

-I can go get them, saw the store at the other corner.

-Would you Dean-o?

-Anything for a nice dessert.

For just a second, Gabriel allowed himself to think he would also do anything for Dean’s captivating eyes while looking at him. Damn, these kind of thoughts were probably not good if they were going to share the place as roommates. Still, he did his best to stay focused on doing an amazing meal because the way to a man’s heart was always through the stomach after all.

-Perfect! -he moved towards the entry door and grabbed a set of keys- Here, this is your set, this round one is for the door downstairs, the large one is the security lock but I only use it when I leave the place alone, this squarey one is the doorknob.

-Great, so what kind of flavor do you want them?

-Hmmm I’m not sure, honey’s the best way to go but cinnamon is also great…

-Well, I’ll get there in a moment so be sure to send me a message before I buy whichever I want.

Gabriel had been left at the door a bit startled, Dean might have been calm while introducing himself but he apparently had a snappy side and Gabriel was really digging the idea of pushing some buttons now.

After giving it some thought while cutting the onions he sent a message to Dean.

“Honey”

A ding from his phone while he was peeling the potatoes informed Gabriel that Dean had gotten the message.

Then a second ding came while he poured the potatoes in the boiling water, he had been about to make pasta when Dean arrived but now that the guy was here he had changed his mind into mashed potatoes. Curious, he picked up his phone.

“Yeah wassup?” was the first message.

The second message read “Just realized you were saying the flavor you wanted, not addressing me endearingly”

Gabriel’s stomach tied in a knot of nervousness while his face beamed. Still he wasn’t ready to lose the war. His fingers dashed through the phone’s keyboard.

“I’ll call you Honey when we get endearing enough”

Dean unlocked his phone after paying up the cookies and almost trips when he read Gabriel’s note. It was still too soon to know if Gabriel was just joking or not but he was certain he wouldn’t wait idly to find it out. And if he wasn’t joking then Dean would do everything in his hand to make him say a lot more appreciative words.

Kill it with Fire!

Supernatural, Warnings-None

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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 – Epilogue

Debriel, Supernatural, Warnings-None

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

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The first time Sam caught Gabriel kissing Dean he had been straddling his brother on a chair at the kitchen table, surrounding him with his arms, mingling his fingers on his loose crew cut hair while Dean’s hands could be seen below the archangel’s shirt caressing his skin.

To say he had been shocked would have been an understatement. A part of him wanted to run away and try hard to pretend it never happened. But his body reacted faster than his brain and placed the words he was thinking straight on his mouth.

-WHAT THE FUCK!?

Dean and Gabriel turned towards the appalled hunter. -Sammy! Uh… hey. -Dean was obviously embarrassed about the situation. You couldn’t say the same about Gabriel, he just turned towards him with a look that dared him to say anything else. This definitely was Gabriel’s fault.

-What did you do to my brother!?

-Me? I didn’t do a thing!

-Well, technically you did. -Gabriel eyed Dean kind of bothered that he had sided with Sam.

-But it wasn’t something bad. -He purred at the hunter, trying to start the action again.

-Dude, DUDE! Stop! Get… Get off my brother dammit!

-It’s ok Sammy, I uhm, I actually don’t mind.

Sam was speechless. His brother being stupid enough to try getting some action with any girl available was one thing, but there was a long shot between that and jumping on the ‘a guy is fine too’ bandwagon. His mind crashed and he just stormed away from the place. Dean followed him in a rush. Gabriel just sighed hard, knowing this was going to eventually happen and that Dean had already dragged it long enough.

-Sam! Sam! Sammy please, stop! I know I need to explain this to you, just talk to me. Please.

Sam finally halted in the middle of the library and turned to face his brother. -Ok then. Talk.

Explaining his sexuality shift had not been easy but he managed, Sam’s expression transformed from shock to constern to eventual acceptation. He was sitting now on one of the couches.

-So now you and Gabriel are a thing?

-Uh I… Guess so? Haven’t really talked about that.

Sam’s bitchface came in the game when he realized his brother was avoiding responsibility like many other times, then again, it was Gabriel the one we were talking about. Maybe it was a good thing and they had met the best kind of partner for each other. He had to stop worrying about something that ultimately was not his problem.

-Ok, well I just hope you can keep up with whatever you’re doing without complications.

-You really ok about this?

Sam chuckled. -Well it’s gonna be awkward as hell but it’s not like I can actually have much to say. It’s your personal life after all.

-Wow, thanks Sammy. It’s… yeah. Thanks.

-Besides, I just really wanna see mom’s face when you have to explain it to her as well.

Dean turned to look at his brother, who was sporting a mischievous grin that only predicted trouble.

Sweet Treats 5

Debriel, Supernatural, Warnings-Explicit Sex Scene
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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Gabriel always thought that finding a person capable of impressing a being older than the galaxy would have to be impossible and yet Dean Winchester had managed to deliver.

And it didn’t really have anything to do with the fact that the hunter was pinning him down against the memory foam mattress.

What actually had impressed Gabriel was the fact that he was always able to antagonize him, despite having so much in common. And that had grinded against the archangel in a way that finally exploded in Gabriel wanting to bang the hunter hard all the way ‘till next week. And had it been anybody else in this situation he would have gone chaotic neutral without remorse but still there was something bothering him.

-Wait, why are you doing this? I mean, don’t get me wrong it feels great but… -The hunter ignored the angel’s question and went back to kissing. Damn it. It was hard to ignore Dean’s hands touching his sides, looking to invade his skin once they went past the dark shirt he was wearing. Gabriel could tell Dean had lost his issue with the whole ‘not with men’ stuff but they literally had an argument about this less than 12 hours ago so what happened?

He tried to fight against the hunter, and they keyword here was ‘try’ because if he had really wanted, he would have obviously been able to best Dean at any moment. Dean finally gave up trying to shut the archangel and raised up his head to look at him directly.

-Gabriel I want this. -Dean could tell he was about to retort. -No buts, now let’s get into a better position, I want to lay on top of you.

Not many had the guts to boss him around without receiving a proper punishment but he should have known better already with Dean. He decided to give in and move towards the middle of the bed, allowing the hunter to get in between his legs. This was quite an intimate feeling. The eyes of the Trickster went alight with an idea. Dean noticed but couldn’t react as fast as he’d have wanted to the snap of the angel’s fingers. The room lights had gone out and been replaced by several candles providing a more appropriate illumination, the sheets below him now of red silk and drapes of sheer fabric letting in just glances of the playful light beyond the frame of the newly transformed poster bed.

-You had to go there, didn’t you? -A snarky shrug with a wicked smile was the only reply. Dean tried to ignore the nervous twitch that came to his stomach while leaning over Gabriel to start kissing him again. This was far more than what he had bargained for, in fact, he probably didn’t really know what he was getting into at the moment. But it was exciting.

Gabriel was the one that started building up the heat by undressing Dean, he tugged the shirt out of his frame to feel his naked skin and undid the button and zipper of his jeans, inserting a hand through the layers of fabric and sliding it along his tummy down towards the base of his cock where he separated his fingers to hold it and caress it between them. Dean arched on top of him while breathing hard and lifted himself to unbutton Gabriel’s jeans. They had to maneuver a little but ended up able to push enough denim down to free their dicks. Dean chuckled.

-Hmm?

-Thought you’d take away our clothes in a snap.

-But it’s hotter this way.

Dean had to give him a considering nod and suddenly bent his head towards the archangel’s chest holding his breath. Gabriel had grabbed both of their cocks and was working them together.

-You sure this is… -Gabriel’s inquiry was stopped by Dean’s mouth. The hunter didn’t even doubt to go rough on him, it was almost like they were picking up from the kiss on the couch. The pace of Gabriel’s hands got faster, pressing their shafts together a little bit harder while soft grunts of pleasure left their throats. If they kept going like this Dean was going to come anytime soon. He managed to separate himself from the archangel and helped him take off the rest of his clothes.

The second time he got on top of Gabriel he doubted for a second. What was he supposed to do now? With girls he generally went down the neck and used his lips to play with their nipples but right now he wasn’t sure Gabriel would like the same kind of attention. Some of his thoughts must have become apparent on his face because Gabriel laughed and toppled him from his position in order to lie sideways facing each other.

-Let me do you this time. -He then proceeded to go down the length of the hunter’s body while Dean adjusted himself upwards. It was a little embarrassing but he appreciated the fact that Gabriel wasn’t making any comments about his beginner status on the issue.

Once Dean was propped on the pillows naked, Gabriel bent down to tease the soft, smooth skin of the hunter’s head with the tip of his tongue while holding his cock in place with his hand. Slowly, he began to surround all the tip, taking everything in his mouth. Sucking hard and softly, caressing him with his tongue while circling with his fingers what was left outside, he started to move up and down.

Dean groaned in pleasure while throwing his head backwards, it was evident Gabriel was more than experienced about this and he wasn’t afraid of showing it up. He sucked away from Dean with a soft pop and began to lick and kiss his way down to the base of his dick, where he began to gently suck his balls. Using his hands to jack Dean off, he began to get his tongue closer to his anus and gently tease it. Ready to step back at any second the hunter showed some sort of inconvenience.

There was an instant of struggle in Dean’s mind, this was something he wanted to experience but it wasn’t something he was used to feel. The hunter’s body gave out a soft tremor and jerked away from Gabriel’s tongue, who immediately left the teasing and went back to his balls.

-Wait. -Gabriel turned to look at him. – Go back.

-…You sure about it?

Dean steeled his body. -Yeah. -Gabriel looked like he was doubting Dean’s words. -Hey, I’ll tell you immediately if it doesn’t feel right.

Gabriel reluctantly went back down on him. He didn’t want to scare the hunter away but had to trust his judgement. It was his body after all. He moved his hands away from his dick and began caressing reassuringly the sides of his hips, Dean placed his own hands over his arms. He began the teasing once more, passing his tongue slowly but firmly along the muscles of his sphincter, feeling Dean’s hands tighten up his grasp on him, holding his breath a second every time and starting to sweat because of how his body was being worked up. When he relaxed again, Gabriel began to press firmly, decidedly intending to invade the hunter’s body. The first time he went completely in he did it with more resolve than planned, inserting all his tongue. Dean’s reaction was immediate, he tensed up and held tightly Gabriel’s arms arching his back while moaning hard. All Dean could do at that moment was whisper the name of the archangel in need.    

Gabriel began to play with Dean’s ass in earnest. Dean’s mind was halfway lost, the sensations were more intense that whatever he had expected and feeling how the archangel’s tongue masterfully played with him was something he had not been prepared for, he could feel his body tensing, breathing faster and harder, getting ready for the climax. Right at the moment he started to feel Dean’s muscles move with a slight spasm, Gabriel separated himself from the hunter. Dean gave him a strained look of betrayal for leaving him like that. Gabriel just snickered.

-There’s no rush Dean-o, it’s better to go slow sometimes. -And just like that he went to straddle the hunter.

-You’re not gonna open yourself up?

-Perks of being an archangel.

Dean wanted to say something else but he was too caught up in the moment. Watching Gabriel line himself up over the tip of his cock helping himself with a hand while his own dick was bolting upright unattended made him go grab it between his hands to jack it off softly. At first it was an odd sensation, his hands were used to the feel of a dick just not that of another man, but Gabriel’s slightly aroused breathing was urging him to keep on doing it.

Once Gabriel managed to go back in control of his actions after getting a jolt of pleasure from the hunter touching his dick, he slowly began to fall bit by bit all the way to the base of the hunter’s cock. Needing desperately to feel every single part of Dean inside of him. Dean pressing his own dick between his fingers. Both were holding their breath until the very end of that first throw. It was pure bliss to be like that. Slowly, Gabriel began moving up and down and pacing up the rhythm until he was going at it without remorse. Dean had to let go of Gabriel’s dick, he was losing it and it was impossible to keep the archangel’s pace. He grabbed his legs instead to have somewhat of a hold. Gabriel’s agitated breathing turning him on, making his own groans louder. Each and every thrust making the angel’s muscles wrap around tightly on Dean.

-Dammit Gabriel, you feel so good. -Dean was throwing his head backwards, eyes closed. Lost in the sensations the archangel was causing on him. Gabriel only smiled heatedly while adding a movement to his hips in a swinging motion in order to hit that spot just right.

That had been what Dean needed to finally come undone. His hips bolted upwards while he pulled the archangel’s legs towards him to ram his cock hard one last time into Gabriel and let his cum flow. Gabriel was taken aback by Dean’s sudden take over power and let out a moan while coming himself, throwing his own cum all over the hunter’s chest. Both men trembled while their climax went through them and then Gabriel fell over Dean. Their breathing erratic for a second before both began to inhale deep a couple of times.

Dean’s dick finally fell away from Gabriel when it went back to it’s normal size, making Gabriel’s ass leak with his cum. It was hard to let go of that but Gabriel finally relented and pushed himself sideways to lay by the hunter’s side, launching himself upwards on his hands and going down on the hunter’s chest to lick and clean him almost like a cat would. Dean was still inebriated from the first climax but looking at the archangel passing his tongue all over him was definitely stirring him up once more.

-Shit Gabe, you’re making me hard again but I really can’t go to round two so fast.

-You wanna bet on that Big Boy? -Gabriel stared at Dean, eyes blown with lust and made a move to snap his fingers with a smile.

This was definitely going to be a long night.

Lazy Sunday 7

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Part 3, 

Part 4,

Part 5, Part 6
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It had been six weeks since Dean and Gabriel had their argument and painful as it was to admit, Sam was starting to feel that nothing was going to get better unless the two of them talked.

-He didn’t mean wrong Dean, I think he honestly thought he was helping. -It was the sixth time this week he had caught his brother frowning at nothing while lost in his thoughts and it was just Tuesday morning.

-Great! Now you’re defending him!

Both Castiel and Sam had prayed to Gabriel in hopes that he would come back from only Chuck knew where he was hanging right now. But he didn’t answer back.

Finally, Dean grabbed the car complaining about being holed up all day and went out for a ride. There was a field nearby where he liked to go see the sunset. He was surprised when he saw Gabriel already sitting on his spot. He had forgotten he had shown Gabriel the place once. He also wondered if this was where he had been all along.

He considered for a second to retreat and drive again back to the bunker but he was already there. Besides, chances were the archangel would fly away as soon as Dean got near. He was always good at avoiding any conflict the Winchester created so he began to stride towards him.

But with every step he took to approach the archangel, the more he wavered.

Gabriel was still sitting there. Ethereal like one of those bronze statues on the park that look at nothing and yet seem to be watching all. The rays of the setting sun hitting his eyes, making them shine with a hint of ancient knowledge, like water filling a pond so profound you never get to see where it’s boundaries lie.

That was the moment Dean knew he couldn’t win this round, not only because both of them had had fault in it, he just didn’t want to fight Gabriel anymore.

He had to struggle with his own ego in order to walk the rest of the path and sit by his side.

They shared the moment when the sun glazed it’s last beam of light before the sky settled in the soft cobalt blue of the newborn night.

Dean sighed.

-Gabriel…

Gabriel didn’t move, for all it counted he could actually have been a statue.

-You know I am glad to know no innocent people were hurt that time but you see if… if there had been someone inside that house, every single wasted moment would have been a matter of life or death. Hunting is not just about going on a killing spree, I mean I love that too but saving people’s lives, that’s what’s really important.

Gabriel didn’t move yet. It was driving Dean mad to see him like that, so far from true human behaviour. It scared him.

-Anyway my point is… I’m sorry. I know you didn’t mean bad, and I know you get really bored on our hunting trips so I thought maybe you should just go, I dunno, take a vacation in Tahiti or get a massage with a happy ending while we go do our job. I know I’m not the best company in the world after all.

This time Gabriel did turn to look at him.

-Have you ever had fun when I take you around?

Dean was startled with the odd question.

-Sure I do.

-Have you ever regretted being by my side?

-No.

-Then, do you really think I’d take you around if I found you boring?

Dean’s stomach tied in a knot.

-I…

-Don’t dare you say you think I would because I swear to dad I’ll smite you.

Dean shut his mouth and tried to swallow what little saliva he had yet hydrating his tongue.

-I, I don’t…

-Look at me Dean.

The hunter obeyed at the commanding order. Locking his sight with the powerful archangel.

-Dean, I like you. Is it that hard to understand that I actually like to spend time with you?

Dean felt powerless, he couldn’t fight such a solid argument but he still didn’t feel like he actually deserved the praise. He stayed silent.

-But if you’re so doubtful, would you allow me to show you how much I care?

Dean was everything but certain but he still managed to give a soft and startled ‘ok’.

He didn’t know what to expect, maybe suddenly finding himself in another room full of pornstars or on a beach in Bali. But he certainly didn’t expect what Gabriel did. Because the archangel embraced him.

And it wasn’t just a normal hug. Well, he would have definitely been shocked only by that considering how little to none acts of affection Gabriel performed, but this time there was something remarkably different. Dean could have sworn the air around him started to brim with energy and he could definitely feel a soft rustle of large invisible feathers pressing all his body, surrounding him, heightening his sense of being.

It was overwhelming. This must have been the same kind of feeling a Saint must have felt in the middle of a revelation. He felt the power of light and life and unadulterated love imbuing every pore of his skin. If he hadn’t believed in Chuck already, just because he had met the guy, this moment would have been the moment when he might have started to believe that God was real after all.

Tears streamed down his face. And he really didn’t know why. All he was able to do was hold Gabriel close to him returning his embrace and hide his face in that nook between his head and shoulder to let his emotions flow. If Gabriel had been a normal human being he might have complained about breathing, the way things were right now, it didn’t really matter. Because he was exactly where he had wanted to be.

Dean wasn’t sure how much time passed by but it sure startled him to see the stars above shining bright under a very dark sky.

-It’s late.

-Or very early.

Dean chuckled. He was still trying to come down from the emotional rush and there was a small tug in his brain already telling him there were high probabilities he wouldn’t want to bring this issue later unless under a huge amount of alcohol running through his veins but he was trying his best to ignore that. He already missed feeling Gabriel’s wings surrounding him and filling his uncertainties with love. Something must have come through his face.

-What?

He looked aside with a rush of red painting his face.

-Nothing. -An awkward silence filled the following moment. -I just thought… I mean, your wings… I’m sorry, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.

Something soft touched his hand in a flutter.

-They’re always there.

Dean felt his body leaning towards them by impulse. His emotions brought the words to his mouth before his external mask of toughness placed a barrier on them. -I like them. They… they feel good.

-Dean Winchester, do you have a wing kink?

Great, now he was never going to see the end of it. His brain was starting to come up with a snarky retort but Gabriel just laughed. And it wasn’t a cheeky or cynical laugh like his Trickster side used to bring. It was an honest playful laugh. And just like his wings, the sound touched Dean with joy.

-You’re an idiot. -The hunter said with a warm smile on his face.

Now it was Gabriel’s time to be captured by Dean, his soul was glowing in soft ripples of delight. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. And the archangel set to himself the apparently insurmountable task of making Dean’s soul shine the brightest in the world one of these days.

Lazy Sunday 6

Debriel, Supernatural, Warnings-None

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

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Gabriel understood to a point why hunting was so important to Dean, he loved violence in the most primordial kind of ways. And the healthiest way to be violent without technically committing a crime was killing monsters.

The problem with this was that it also meant that Gabriel always got left on the bench. And right now he was bored to Hell and back.

The guys had left towards an old area of the town where they had followed what apparently was a shapeshifter with a dash of serial killer as an aside.

Castiel had stayed watching out the entrance of an old dingy bar that according to knowledge was frequented by the monster and waiting for their call in case they had more luck.

And meanwhile Gabriel was strolling by a mock of a quarry nearby that someone might have dug ages ago with the intention of finding gold only to be sadly disappointed.

A twig snapping somewhere in the periphery made him turn his head. He could see the monster hidden behind the bushes just as well as if he had stood right in front of him, a normal human being would have never been able to tell at all.

Gabriel thought it was funny that the would be human was trying to predate on him until he remembered that he was concealing his power. It was a habit so ingrained in him after millennia of Trickster pretense that sometimes even Castiel would falter to remember his brother was an archangel considering his normal behaviour.

It would have been easy to smite the vermin right there but Dean would be extremely angry at him if he did. And he wanted Dean to be happy. Not angry.

This was probably the thought that made him take his next decision.

-Hello? -He approached an area around the bush. -Is anyone there? -In a flash, the monster was by his side, hitting him hard in the back. And Gabriel, well, he had to ‘pass out’ from the hit, right?

It was easy and rather fun to let himself be dragged by the monster adding a couple of dozen extra pounds to what would normally be his vessel’s weigh just to see if the monster thought there was something wrong. He didn’t. While apparently unconscious, Gabriel was hooded, bagged, tied up with duct tape and shoved unceremoniously into the back of a truck, the moment they got to their destination he was thrown into the cellar of a house.

He was starting to wonder how long he was supposed to ‘be unconscious’ when a bucket of iced water fell upon him. He reacted immediately.

-Wha…!? Where am I!? What is going on here!?

The view of the front wall that greeted him would have chilled any other persons blood. A set of shelves held the five missing heads. What gave him actual chills was the fact that all of these heads were from males resembling his features in an uncanny way.

The figure that came from his side view held the same face of the head at the topmost right, only around twenty years older.

-Who… Who are you!? Please let me out of here!

The man in front of him just smiled and made a go to a table filled with blades of different forms and shapes.

-I’m sorry, but you won’t come out alive.

The monster was about to touch him in order to take Gabriel’s looks when a soft noise upstairs alerted him of intruders in the house. The boys had arrived.

Gabriel was about to scream for help in the purest form of a scared to hell future murder victim but the monster placed the knife close to his neck.  

-If you even dare think of screaming, I’ll make your painful death ten times worse.

Gabriel just nodded in apparent terror while thinking that if he had ever wondered who on Earth actually said such cheesy b-series lines he had an answer now.

He saw the man take the stairs up and the fight began a minute later. A loud crash, probably from a bookcase or shelf destroyed by one of the brother’s bodies sent away in a throw. More furniture crashing, a lamp, a chair maybe. Some more struggle, a gunshot, a groan, a thud and silence.

-Sammy you alright? -came the muffled voice from the ceiling.

-Yeah, you?

-Yeah, let’s get downstairs and see if there’s anyone living.

Sam came down first. And Gabriel would be damned if he hadn’t seen anything funnier in his life. He would have taken a Polaroid of that bitchface if he only hadn’t stayed properly tied up like a good victim.

-Heya Sammich. How’s it going? -His innocent, happy smile could’ve rivaled that of the cutest corgi. If he had had a tail he would’ve definitely had been wagging it like crazy.

Dean slammed the hotel room door open once they arrived back.

-Why are you still so angry at me!? Shouldn’t you be glad that no innocents were in danger?

-We thought there was an innocent person inside! What were you doing there in the first place? Are you out of your mind!?

Dean was screaming at Gabriel’s face now, which made him snap. He grabbed the hunter and pinned him on the wall thirty centimetres over the ground. Eyes flaring white blue just for a second.

-Don’t you dare even think of putting me in my place Dean. You might not like it when you get the backlash.

Before either hunter could say another thing, Gabriel was gone surrounded by the flap of his wings.

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.

Maybe later, Big Boy

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As the sun was setting it’s rays felt warmer and warmer, holding up to Dean’s skin, caressing him and telling him that despite the monsters outside everything was alright with the world. He was sitting low over the steps of a staircase, jacket in hand, letting every single fibre of his muscles thrive in the touch of the orb upfront.  

-Is this your sunset? -Dean’s attention got caught up by a set of steps coming to a halt by his side. -Can I join in?

Dean looked up and smiled. -Like you’d ask for permission to do a thing.

Gabriel shrugged mindlessly but stood still until Dean gestured him to join. He sat two steps above him.

-I like it, it’s very warm. Just like you.

Dean looked back at the archangel from his low point to snap a silly retort and felt his breath falter. While in rest, Gabriel’s eyes were wide open, not a single trace of the squinting eyes from the mask of mischief he was so used to carry,  looking at the sunset like it was the very first time he had ever seen one. His irises wide enough to have people mistake him for someone far younger than what he was. Locks of hair reflecting rays of sunlight, glowing, and moving gently with the wind. There was not a single adjective Dean could think of using about the vision in front of him at the moment that wouldn’t subtly include the concept of angelical in it.

The archangel turned his eyes back at him, shining gold embraced by a ring of darkness that only made his gaze more magnetic. 

-Something wrong Dean-o?

Before he even realized what he was doing, Dean had gone to grab Gabriel’s arm in a rush and woke up with a start.

The darkness of his bedroom held a huge contrast against the sunlight he had been witness to seconds ago. No sight of the archangel anywhere near.

Three days ago he had been sitting on that same bed with Gabriel, drinking a couple of beers and ranting about something stupid like whether it was too soon to consider Boku no Hero a classic or not. Dean had wanted to stay shut towards the bratty archangel but a knock on the door and a serving of Asgardian mead as a mild peace offering had done wonders on Gabriel’s favour.

Dean had been laughing so hard, like he hadn’t for such a long time. It had been so easy to get along with him, open up, talk about the things that neither Sam or Cas would understand. Which was the reason he had been so afraid of Cas letting him into his room, the idiot had already known where his most precious tapes and magazines were at.

But he was gone now. He would never walk into his room again.

Dean turned over to try and catch some more sleep, closing his eyes, trying hard to ignore the blurriness that suddenly covered the bright red numbers of his alarm clock. He didn’t know how long it took him but he finally fell back to sleep. And the dream came once more.

-Something wrong Dean-o?

Dean gulped in pain. Staring at the archangel, losing himself in his gaze. -You’re gone.

Gabriel smiled at him with an inquiring look, as if Dean had been saying nonsense -What are you talking about?

-You’re gone. You… you left us. Again. And this time I saw you die.

Tears began to stream on the hunter’s face.

-I saw you die.

Gabriel kept on smiling with his eyebrow shot up in wonder. Dean held his head down.

-This is just a dream.

-Is it a bad dream?

Dean felt himself drench in sadness.

-No…

-But?

-But it’s not real.

Silence fell between them for a while.

-If only… I just… I just wanted to talk with you more.

The archangel’s voice softened and rasped in response -Well… Maybe later, Big Boy.

The alarm clock jarred Dean up. There was no way of stopping his tears now.