Supernatural, Sastiel, Warnings-None Part 1, Part 2 Find me at AO3
Gabriel was leaning on the chair across him, feet over the table with a smug smile. He hadn’t moved for a while, waiting for the exact moment juuust right before Sam snapped to interrupt him.
-So.
-So? -Regarded Sam, annoyed that he had been beaten to the punch.
-You and Cas.
-What about us?
-There’s something going on between you. – Gabriel moved his eyebrows in a knowing manner.
Sam gruffed incredulously -What?
-Don’t play dumb, I’ve seen the glances you’ve been giving each other these past weeks.
Sam was floored for a second. He never imagined Gabriel to be the kind of guy who caught up subtleties.
-You’re insane.
-No, you’re in love.
Sam couldn’t help but laugh
-Ok now you’re not making any sense at all.
He was about to close the book he had in front of him when the archangel stood up.
-All I’m saying is, if there’s someone I don’t mind banging the bed’s headboard with my little brother, that one is you but for that to happen you’d better take that stick off your ass first, grow a pair and tell him how you feel.
Gabriel disappeared in front of his eyes leaving Sam incapacitated to sass him back, frustrated, he threw a ball of paper to nearest dustbin. Something about the conversation was bothering him thought. Did Gabriel just implied he was giving him his blessing?
Meanwhile, a similar conversation was taking place on the other side of the bunker.
-Dean, I told you already, I’m not “checking up” your brother.
-Alright buddy if you say so. All I’m saying here is, there’s a tv with Netflix at the Dean-cave and you still prefer to get into Sam’s bedsheets, to which he never complaints. So if you don’t want to tell me a thing it’s cool but you should at least consider telling Sam how you feel for real.
The hunter’s smug face was rubbing off on Cas in an annoying manner. The easier thing to do was to tell Dean the truth but he found himself unable to admit he had kissed Sam, leaving some grace on him and that although he was indeed checking him up it was mostly because he wanted to see whether it was having any effect on him. In the end he just rolled his eyes and sighed.
-I’ll think about it later.
Dean beamed his smile at Cas and left him to keep on with the coral reef documentary he had been looking at before the interruption but his thoughts kept steering towards Sam. Giving up to it, he went searching for Sam, who was still lingering at the library.
-Hey Cas, what’s up?
-Nothing, I just wanted to check on you.
Sam chuckled -Why would you need to check on me?
-I just… thought it would be good.
Sam turned around to see if there was no one close enough to hear.
-Is it about the grace you placed in me?
Cas nodded, he sat by Sam’s side and held his face between his hands, trying to peer with as little intrusion as possible into the hunter’s body to see if there was something odd.
-Have you felt any different?
-Nope, everything’s normal I guess.
Well it was to be expected, Cas thought, he assumed he had willed enough intention on turning Sam bisexual on the grace he had placed on him but he wasn’t pining for him like Gabriel had for Dean, maybe that was the reason Sam didn’t look nor act any different. He still remembered how Dean had behaved when that had happened to him, nervous and squirmy, obviously aware something odd had been going on while Sam was just hanging like normal. Maybe they should just put an end to the silly experiment. It was obvious Sam would not actually end up feeling any kind of attraction to men, even less to him, knowing that he was an angel. Dean was an idiot for even trying to convince him of that.
Cas had been staring at Sam long enough for the hunter to feel a bit uncomfortable with the way he was being held by the seraph.
-Uh, Cas?
Cas snapped from his thoughts and took his hands away from him in haste.
-Sorry… I spaced out.
-It’s ok
-I cannot see anything changing in you Sam. Maybe we should just end this experiment, it looks like a waste of time.
Sam didn’t know what to answer the seraph, he had asked Castiel for a kiss in the pretense that he could eventually be turned bisexual, the problem he just realised now was that he already was bisexual so, naturally, there was no way the experiment could have made any difference on him at all. He couldn’t tell Cas he had just wanted to kiss him now, right? What would Cas think of him, taking advantage like that of their friendship? But right now Cas felt like none of it had been worth it. How could he fix the mess he had made? Before he could keep himself worried about that he noticed how close Cas was from him. He intended to kiss him to take his grace back. So that was it? There would be no more kisses after that.
-Wait.
Castiel stopped an inch from his face. Sam pushed him softly away.
-There’s still a week left, maybe we should just wait until the month ends.
Castiel stiffened a little but pushed himself back from the chair to stand up.
-Of course, if that’s what you wish.
Before he could actually step away, Sam held his hand. Castiel turned again towards him, with those piercing blue eyes questioning Sam silently.
-It’s not… It’s not a waste of time Cas. Maybe something can happen.
Castiel only nodded at Sam to give him reason but deep inside he was a bit frustrated. If he was only allowed to have just another kiss then he’d rather have it sooner than later.
Sam’s face shone with glee after Cas accepted his invitation, he immediately placed his hands on the seraph’s shoulders and leaned slowly over Cas ready to kiss him but stopped midway.
-Uhm, Cas? Now’s when you close your eyes.
-Oh, sorry.
Cas obediently followed Sam’s instructions and stood still waiting for Sam’s lips but after a moment of silence and nothing happening he opened them again.
-Sam?
-You know what? Maybe it’s not such a great idea after all.
Their parted lips joined neatly while Castiel invaded Sam’s mouth with his tongue, forcing a drowned moan from the hunter. He slowly expanded his grace unto Sam’s body, searching for his soul. Despite knowing on a basic level what he was supposed to do, his consciousness was assaulted by the way Sam’s soul felt from within his vessel. Bright and powerful, Sam was life incarnated. That moment Cas finally understood what humans meant when they said ‘God is in me’.
It was odd for Cas to see his friend wavering like that, he didn’t understand what was the problem but he didn’t feel like Sam actually wanted to leave the matter aside, more like he was shying away from it. In an impulse, he went to hold Sam’s neck and pulled him the rest of the way.
If Sam could only understand how pure he really was, they would have been able to withstand many trials in a very different way. After touching Sam’s soul with his grace, Cas separated himself from the hunter leaving just a short space between them and a little bit shocked about the fact that even he had to inhale deeply in order to stop the dizziness.
An awkward moment came when none of them moved away. Sam was surprised that his hands had moved over Cas to hold his head and keep him close and tried several times to start a coherent sentence just to say he was sorry for intruding in his friend’s personal space before giving up and just shutting up.
-I placed a bit of my grace in you, just as you wanted.
-Right. Uh… So, what now?
-I believe we should just wait a month or so before retrieving it, like with your brother.
-Ok, ok… cool. A month is good.
-Are you alright?
-What? Yeah, yeah dude. I am.
-Your face is red. Did I upset you in any way?
Sam laughed nervously
-No Cas, you didn’t I… I just didn’t expect you to act so suddenly.
They resumed their strolling towards the town. Sam’s head was still racing at what just had happened. When the memory of Cas nailing Meg against a wall to kiss her came vividly out of thin air he realized he should have expected for Cas to be a good kisser. Still, he just never thought Cas would take command of the situation so easily. And he had liked it.
It was not like he was shocked to have liked it, he knew himself as bisexual since the days at Stanford, and although it was true his more important relationships had been with women he also felt attracted to men sometimes. That had been the true reason behind asking Castiel for a kiss, to tick it off the bucket list of things to do before he died… again.
And it was not like he was infatuated with Cas, I mean, he used to be, years ago. But so many things had happened that there was no time for him to catch up with his feelings towards Cas so in the end Cas had become just a friend. And yeah, he would take a bullet for him anyday but so would Dean and that didn’t mean he was suddenly pining for his friend. Specially not after finding out how good of a kisser he actually was.
-Sam?
-Yeah?
-You’re not listening to me.
-S—sure, what? No I… I’m listening… Now.
Cas looked Sam in an accusatory manner but didn’t say a thing about it.
-I said you must really like acting like a guinea pig for asking to get my grace inside of you.
Sam smirked
-I thought you liked guinea pigs.
-You’re not a guinea pig Sam. You’re my friend.
Yeah, that was the problem right there, wasn’t it? Sam had opened his own Pandora’s box when he proposed the deal to Cas and now was starting to regret it.
-But if you were one, you would be a very soft guinea pig.
Sam just let out that dorky smile he always gave Cas when he said something specially nice and funny.
-Well you can pet me if you want. I promise I won’t bite.
He had just said it as a jest so he was a bit surprised when he felt the other man’s hand on his head, softly caressing his hair. It was such a gentle touch that Sam couldn’t but lean over for it while it lasted. Both men had awkward soft smiles on their faces by the time they arrived to town.
Sam was aware he had said it was ok. But after the fiftieth time he crashed into Gabriel shamelessly snogging with his brother in any of the public spaces of the bunker, he realized things were not gonna go as smooth as planned.
First things first, it was so weird to look at his brother act like a teenager that just discovered sex. He had tried his best to understand that considering the fact that, indeed, he had just discovered it with men; Dean was definitely allowed to get some slack on the excitement department but there had to be a limit to that, right?
And the second was that because of that, dynamics in the bunker were unstable. Laundry day had been rescheduled twice now and Dean had left once with Baby and Gabriel supposedly to get some food and hadn’t shown up the rest of the day, by the time Sam noticed all stores were closed and he had to wait until the next day to eat something. A month later he was still reminding Dean about it whenever he saw the pantry going down.
And this, among other petty things, was the reason he was just staring angrily at his laptop screen.
-What’s wrong Sam?
The hunter looked up to meet the seraph’s deep blue gaze fixed on him.
-Sigh, there’s way too many things in my mind right now. I mean, how is it possible that as soon as Dean goes bi he and Gabriel are just going at it like rabbits?
-You’re angry because Dean found a partner in Gabriel?
-No! …yes? It’s… it’s complicated. I think that I’m a bit jealous, I mean, when you live our kind of lives having someone to settle down with is hard because of all the dangers but having an archangel as partner makes things so much easier.
Castiel sat by his side. -Well it might be easier for Dean, but not for Gabriel when Dean dies.
Sam rustled awkwardly. -I’m sorry Cas, I… it never occurred to me that you will keep on living long after we’re gone. -Castiel just gave Sam a soft smile. -Do you ever think about what you’ll do when that happens?
Castiel turned his gaze down a moment -I try to be in the present and make the most out of my time with you right now. Also Jack will be there so I’ll no longer feel that alone.
-That’s really good to know.
An odd silence filled the room between them until Sam turned to look at Cas once more. He looked small and tired and sad so he did the only thing he knew that comforted him when that happened.
-Come here man.
Just like any time skinship was involved, the hug was awkwardly accepted by Cas at first but today it had been a little different. He leaned forward a tad bit more and Sam literally felt like he was trying to hide inside his arms. Sam felt a sudden rush of guilt knowing that he was making his friend feel like this.
-Hey, uhm, let’s go out tomorrow and do something together, I desperately need to get some air from all the snogging those two are doing.
-I’d really like to do that.
The next day found Sam and Cas strolling along the road of the bunker on the way to town, Dean had taken Gabriel out with Baby without even saying a thing.
-What is it Sam?
-I… I’m frustrated. I mean, Dean gave an explanation and everything but I really can’t believe that only a bit of grace could change a soul so much.
-It was there for quite some time, and Gabriel wanted to be with your brother.
-So what you mean is that if Gabriel had not been infatuated with Dean, his grace wouldn’t have affected him?
-Most probably. Yes
-Are you sure about it?
-I couldn’t tell Sam, I’m not the one who stuck their grace on your brother.
They walked for a couple minutes more, a soft wind caressing their faces.
-Maybe we should test it.
Castiel turned to look at Sam for a second. -I don’t think that’s a good idea, Dean and Gabriel…
-I’m not saying I’ll ask Gabriel to kiss me.
Castiel dropped a weary sight on the hunter, who was smirking.
-I mean, grace is still grace, no matter the angel, right?
-Well yes, but—
-So I don’t have to kiss Gabriel at all.
Sam finally stopped their tracks standing in front of Cas. After a look into Sam’s eyes, Castiel’s own gaze lit up in understanding.
-Sam, I honestly don’t think this is a good idea.
-Come on Cas, kiss me, leave some of your grace on me for a while, we’ve got nothing to lose.
-I still don’t understand why you want to do this.
-Because it’s interesting and I wanna see what happens and no one will die because of it. I mean we gotta do this you know, for science.
Cas fumbled for a second, looking away from the hunter, searching for a way to avoid this awkward situation without finding it. Eventually he hung up his shoulders in defeat with a sigh.
Okay well the gif is not related to the story but who doesn’t love to see these two hugging each other?
Despite the fact that Sam and Cas had left pretty early for a day off, Dean had already been awake and having coffee. Gabriel entered the kitchen seconds after Sam left.
-Penny for your thoughts?
-I… I can’t do this Gabriel. I can’t sneak behind Sam with you.
-Yeeeeah I kinda noticed after you kicked me out of your bedroom before I was able to even take your shirt off. Hey, don’t look at me like that, you totally did.
The archangel sat casually on the stool by the hunter, extending his hand over Dean’s arm.
-Look, I’m definitely not the best source for sibling advice -Dean chuckled- but maybe you should say things upfront. I mean, you know my position here, well, more than one by now. Bottom line is, exciting as making out inside the broom closet is, Sam is smart. The kid will eventually find out if he hasn’t already and I’m not sure you want him to call on you about us that way.
Dean just shifted a bit.
-Anyway, considering that he’s not here right now, why don’t we christen up your bed?
The hunter just turned to look at the archangel with a reprobatory look.
-Dude, Sam literally just left the place, can’t you give it a couple more minutes?
No, he definitely couldn’t. Gabriel exchanged his place on the stool to a far more comfortable one between Dean’s legs and surrounded his neck with his arms. Dean leaned towards the archangel to catch his lips and forgetting everything about the coffee he had been holding he thrived on the archangel’s touch. Gabriel began to rub himself consciously against Dean, enticing the hunter’s senses, building up a slow but sure heat between both of them.
Dean’s hands brushed the archangel’s soft hair but when Gabriel went down to bite his neck he pulled his hair gently to get his attention. -Hey… Don’t leave any marks.
Gabriel stared at him with a predating look. -Why?
Dean knew he was screwed, he didn’t want Sam to realize what they were doing and that would make it an issue with Gabriel. He was a guy that boasted about the things he loved, so he obviously wanted to make a fuss about being with Dean, specially if that meant Dean was going to have a couple of hickeys as proof. Gabriel also understood Dean’s silence and decided he wouldn’t give a fuck about it at all. Before the hunter could stop him, Gabriel already had his lips surrounding an area of his neck. Holding him tight with his hands. It was time he showed his own possessiveness as well. All Dean could do was breathe in hard and close his lips tight, drowning a soft moan. After feeling the harshness with which Gabriel was sucking his neck he knew there was not going to be a way to hide things anymore when Sam arrived. He might as well enjoy the rest of the ride and buckle up for the outcome.
-Let’s go back to my bed.
-Best words I’ve heard from those lips today.
The grocer’s market was a good half an hour away from the bunker but looking at Castiel’s eager sight was totally worth the ride. He already looked a lot less stressed and the soft air coming through the open windows of the car gave that Saturday morning a feeling of joyful content Sam hadn’t felt in a long time.
Once at the market, he went around the stands buying vegetables and fruit while sending monitoring looks at Cas, who was animatedly chatting with a beekeeper at the end of the yard.
When he finished with the shopping he went towards them. The beekeeper was showing the seraph the trays where bees kept their honey.
-Looks like you’re ready to start your own beehive.
Castiel beamed back to Sam, a bag with two pots of different coloured honey already in his hands.
-Sam! Did you know? Beehives like these can last decades if well cared.
Castiel quickly introduced Sam to Sarah, the beekeeper. They had some more small talk before Sam excused himself and Castiel.
-I want to get these eggs back home before the heat gets them.
-Oh Sure! Please do! -she turned back to Castiel -I really hope you can come to the tour, you’re gonna love the lavender fields… And people say they always make a nice background for dating couples. -she gave the both of them a knowing wink before moving on to another patron.
Once back in the road Sam suddenly snickered.
-What?
-Nothing, I just thought Dean will be pleased to know he’s no longer the only one I’m paired with as a couple by strangers.
-Do you mind it?
-Of course not.
A moment of silence filled the car.
-Even if I’m not Gabriel?
Sam began to snicker at the angel’s inquiry but it only took him one glance at Castiel to see how serious the question actually was.
-Cas?
Castiel realized his own bluntness, went into silent panic and turned away from Sam.
-Forgive me, I should not… I’m sorry. Nevermind.
-…ok.
The rest of the road went silent. Sam’s head had become a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions while his hands stayed on the wheel.
When they arrived home their hands grazed while making a go for the groceries. Castiel immediately pulled his away in a rush. That was the moment Sam made his choice. He went to get the seraph in his grasp.
-Wait.
Castiel looked troubled but obliged. He fixed his sight on the hunter, afraid of what he was about to say. Sam on the other hand felt his assertiveness falter when the shining blue of Castiel’s eyes made him forget half of what he had hoped to say to the angel at least once if he ever had the guts or the chance, whichever came first. The silent moment stretched longer than what both men could stand. Sam had to say something, anything.
-I’dnevermindthatyou’renotGabriel.
-…I’m sorry Sam, can you say that again?
Sam’s face went red, did he really have to say it again? One glance at the seraph made him realize that yes. He had to say it again. He sighed deeply to catch up with his thoughts for a second.
-I said that I’d never mind you’re not Gabriel. Because you’re you, Cas, and I’ve known you for so long that I… Well, I’d never hope for you to be like Gabriel at all.
Castiel’s eyes looked sideways with a defeated look.
-Oh… uh… thanks.
-It’s not like that! -Castiel turned back again towards Sam. -I… ah… shit.
Sam finally let go of Castiel’s hand and went to grab his face between both of his hands, leaning over him closing his eyes while meeting his slightly parted lips, trembling. What if he was making a mistake? What if he had misunderstood Castiel’s actions? He might be making a fool of himself for as much as he knew.
After the first tortuous seconds where Cas was completely still, Sam finally felt his friend’s hands lift up onto his chest and upwards, pressing fingers against the fabric of his henley. When Castiel got a hold of his neck, he pulled Sam closer, while opening his lips a bit more. Sam, suddenly caressed in such a way, felt how certain parts of himself had begun to awake but tried to keep them at bay. Both men taking turns to venture into their boundaries. Sam was holding Cas close and tight. If he ever went to heaven by the time of his death, this would definitely be one of the memories he’d recall there. The seraph’s lips a little rougher than what he expected but he didn’t care, it was so much better to feel than what he could ever imagine.
The kiss was long and profound, there were too many years of catching up to do. Too many pecks to recover from each moment they had leaned on one another, pulling each other’s lips gently for each an every time they had supported each other. Their hands caressing and holding each other’s bodies tight for each and every time they had to hold back their own impulses in fear of being turned away.
There was no doubt for Sam now that he was able to feel Castiel’s fingers tightly in his grasp, this was the only way things could have ever been.
-Say, Cas… Will you stay by my side forever?
-I would have even if you hadn’t ask me to, Sam Winchester.
Sam just giggled like a fool, falling into the depths of Castiel’s revering gaze and went back to kiss him again.
The following day Sam came up at the kitchen to find a set of smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels sided with a citrus salad and freshly squeezed orange juice. Man, did Gabriel know how to deliver. He definitely had to apologize to him for leaving him stranded like that the day before. But most of all he needed to talk to him, despite acting so calm and accepting his invitation Sam was sure Gabriel held feelings for his brother. If they kept doing whatever it was they did things wouldn’t end well.
-Mornin’
Dean came in to get his morning cup of coffee. Sam nodded at him, with a mouthful of bagel. None of them said a thing about the day before. It was one of those things that would be conveniently forgotten by both brothers if they could have a say on it. That didn’t stop Dean from eyeing his brother’s plate.
-Wow Sammy, you went all the way today huh?
Sam stopped for a second to look at his brother. He was about to say something but Castiel entered the kitchen.
-Mornin’ Cas. -The angel just nodded.
-I think I found a case four states away.
-Great! Let’s finish breakfast and get ready for a smiting.
Sam went back to his room after finishing his breakfast.
-Have you ever disappeared under Dean’s sight before a case?
-I don’t know what you’re thinking about but please don’t do it.
Gabriel laughed heartily while accommodating the pillow he was laying over. -Just wondering, not planning a thing. Unless you wanted me to. -He gave Sam a sly smile that made his insides squirm.
-Maybe we should wait until we come back for that.
Before Gabriel could comment something else on the matter, Sam finished preparing his stuff and excused himself to the archangel. Dean was impressed with how fast Sam had readied up and ushered everyone on the car.
-Wait, what about Gabriel?
-What about him?
-He’s not coming with us?
-Said he had things to do.
Sam immediately realized something was wrong but decided to let it slide. He still didn’t know how to confront either about the situation or what it was really about.
The road was smooth, they stood by a motel at midnight and Dean took out their stuff while Sam asked for a double room, olympically ignoring the nuanced look the manager gave him after noticing the other two men.
Thus three weeks passed, after dealing with a wraith and a shapeshifter they went further away following the lead of some odd disappearances. Gabriel had not shown his face again after his fight with Dean but still breakfast appeared for the brothers everywhere they went.
After doing the usual visit to the police department, victims families and a couple of possible suspects, next day they followed the monster up to a ghost town three miles away. It was a lot of ground to cover, having to break into every single house after hiding the Impala in a barn on the outskirts of the town. They eventually had to go separate ways if they wished to have something done by the end of the day.
Sam was exploring the east side of the town when he saw someone entering the tiny church half a block away from the dusty window of the second floor of the house he was at the moment. Certain it hadn’t been Dean nor Cas, he quickly stepped away from the place he was in and swiftly walked towards the church, gun in hand, careful to cover himself from the windows view with each tree or piece of shrubbery he could.
He tried the back door but was eventually forced to use the front, the one the figure originally used. Opening the creaking door Sam finally made it into the building. So much for stealth, he silently cursed to himself. Making sure no one was inside the chapel, he walked over towards the next room, located by the pulpit. The light was dim, curtains covering all light from outside, he reached for the light switch with no response from it. Figures.
Sam was a couple of steps into the room when he heard a rustle at the farthest part of it. He tried to act fast lifting up his gun against whatever was there but was caught in the middle of the maneuver. He and the creature struggled for the lead until it threw Sam against the corner of a bookcase, making him lose part of his breath and grunt in pain for a second too long. Before he could regain composure the creature had readied a heavy object and knocked him out.
This was even worse than a déja vu.
Sam entered the room of the apartment he used to live in with Jess and fell to rest on the comfy bed he had thought to have forgotten everything about. Suddenly, a warm liquid began to drop on his face. He knew what he was going to see when he opened his eyes. He didn’t want to open them at all but he still couldn’t help himself, he was forced to live time and again every single bad experience that had happened to many of his loved ones, forced to shoot a gun against Madison, to watch Dean’s guts torn apart by an invisible dog, to see Castiel’s body stabbed by Lucifer… and this sixth time apparently wasn’t going to be an exception.
He had prayed alright, to Cas and Gabriel and he had screamed Dean’s name until his vocal chords had gone rough. He had tried to run away from the ever repeating scenes only to open a door or go through a window into the same scene once more.
This was a nightmare and he wasn’t sure how to run away from it.
To his surprise, this time the movement within the nightmare slowly froze. Nothing was happening but he could definitely tell he was being led out of the loop. If he only could awake he would be able to end it. He was trying to think of a way to regain consciousness when he started to hear a muffled voice calling to him. Sam, Sam… He knew that voice, but wherever from? It was getting clearer, along with a sensation of calmness, telling him everything was going to be alright.
-Sam!
Two hands were holding his head up, bold whiskey staring at him through dark rings, worried.
-…Gabriel? -The archangel in front of him gave a sigh of relief- Where am I?
His arms were numb from holding all his weight, only god knew how long he had been hanging in that filthy warehouse. Hopefully not long enough, it seemed his brother hadn’t found him yet.
Gabriel helped him down. The monster, something Sam could now recognize as a dark djinn was cleanly impaled and immobile on the floor a couple of feet away.
-I’m sorry, came as soon as I realized I was hearing your prayers, maybe something in that dreamworld djinn’s use distorts the communication.
Before Sam could even react, Gabriel had already healed the bruises from the wrists. A second later Dean was screaming for him somewhere close. -Over here! – Sam called back.
It had been like giving Gabriel an exit cue, a second later he had disappeared without a word. Dean entered the room running, gun in hand and followed closely by Castiel. He lowered his defense when he saw the dead djinn on the floor and went running towards his brother to hug him.
-Dammit Sammy I thought the monster had taken you, found your phone on the church. I’m glad that you fought it off. Are you hurt?
-…I’m alright.
-Good, let’s burn this bastard and go home.
The way home had been more quiet than other times. Sam was drifting away, not paying attention to anything. Something was bothering him about Gabriel and Dean’s behaviour. It was definitely not normal for the archangel not to boast about the fact that he had saved Sam and not having enough with that, he had seen to kill the monster not by snapping him to oblivion or burning him inside out but in the only way a human could have done so.
When they finally got home and Dean thanked him for leaving him the cup of coffee on his room that he had found right after he came out of the bath he knew something was definitely off.
-Gabriel, can I talk to you?
-Sure thing Poptart, what’s up?
-Yeah maybe, somewhere more uh, private? Can you come to my room?
Gabriel glanced Sam suspiciously but left his milkshake and followed him away from the kitchen. Once they were inside his bedroom, Sam went for the chair, knowing that even if he had stayed in front of the door he couldn’t keep the archangel in, it was better to be kind on his approach.
-Ok, what’s wrong? -He asked softly
-What’s wrong about what?
-You and Dean. What happened between the both of you?
Gabriel admired Sam for many things, his brightness included but right now he kind of dreaded it.
-What makes you think somethin—
-Don’t play fool with me Gabriel. You’ve been avoiding Dean, is it about what happened in the library the other day?
The archangel sighed and sat on Sam’s bed. -Yeah, that and a couple other things…
Sam could tell there were not just ‘a couple’ of things bothering the archangel but he also realized he was not going to be able to peel off all the layers. Still, he had to try.
-Well, you can tell me.
-…I’ve been trying to get on his good side ever since I came here but all I managed is to get him more upset.
Unless Gabriel was an incredibly good actor, Sam could tell he was sincerely bummed. Before he knew it, Sam was already moving himself to his side on the bed and placing a caring hand on his shoulder.
-Hey, it’s alright. I mean, Dean is really stubborn but I’m sure you’ll get on his good side sooner than what you think.
Gabriel smiled softly at the hunter and leaned towards him.
-Thanks Sammy, you really are kind.
They were interrupted by a stiff knock at the door that opened up before either could even react.
-Hey Sammy, I’m going for a burger, want some?
Dean’s words were casual but after glancing the archangel leaning over his brother his gaze went grim.
-Uhm, a cobb salad would be nice.
-On it. -His body forced a stop before closing the door. -Gabriel. Don’t you wanna come along?
Sam felt Gabriel’s body imperceptibly stiffen under Dean’s authoritative sight. It was the same stern sight Sam used to get from his father when he was forced into doing something he wasn’t willing to do.
-Sure. Why not? -Was all the archangel said before standing up and following Dean’s steps. -See you later Sammich.
The door was closed on Sam, leaving him with an ominous feel. Things were far worse than what he originally thought between them.
-Cas?
The seraph turned from his book to look at Sam entering the library.
-Do you know what’s going on with Dean and Gabriel?
-I believe Dean is, how do you say it? Making things rough for Gabriel to stay with us.
-And… How do you feel about it?
Castiel went silent for a minute before speaking again. -I like my brother, I wish he’d be able to stay with us if everything could be settled nicely.
-You mean if only Dean were happy about it.
-If all of us were happy about it.
-Still Dean didn’t respond well to Gabriel taking him out everywhere.
-That’s why I gave him the idea of taking you out instead.
-Wait, you were the one that gave him the idea?
Castiel nodded.
-Why?
-Gabriel wants to make your brother happy and I thought he would be able to do that by bringing a smile on you.
Sam went blank for a second.
-Why would you do that?
Cas fixed his gaze on the floor, his action made Sam regret his choice of words and then a flash of realization hit him.
-Wait a second. The vegan cooking, the quinoa salad, the salmon bagel, today’s eggs benedict… I’ve told you thousands of times about it. -Cas just looked away nervously. -And I also told you ages ago about the Smithsonian Museum… It was you. You told Gabriel all about it.
Cas was decidedly avoiding Sam’s gaze right now.
-But I don’t get it, why did you ask your brother to do all that stuff with me if you already knew about it ages ago?
-I don’t think I’m fit to provide you with any fun, my brother is much better at spotting social cues.
Sam couldn’t bear it any more. Looking at Cas so down was aching, before he realized it he was pulling the angel up and closing the gap between each other with a hug. The book falling with a soft thud to the floor.
-You’re an idiot Cas, if you wanted to know how to have fun with me you should have just asked.
-You’re not mad at me?
-Why would I? You meant well.
-I… I see. -Cas awkwardly made a go to hug the hunter back, just as he had been taught by Sam himself years ago. -Thank you Sam.
Sam chuckled -You can hug tighter, I’m not breaking so easily.
Castiel did as Sam asked, he hugged him as tight as he felt he would be allowed to, inhaling the scent of soft worn out clean cotton emanating from the hunter’s flannel. It had never occurred to him that he would ever feel this odd ache where being so close to Sam made everything hurt more. He didn’t want to separate from him ever again and knowing he would eventually have to see him hugging Gabriel like that was only adding fuel to the fire.
He had never felt this kind of loss, even when Dean had said yes to Michael he had felt lost and terribly sad but still a tiny piece of hope struggled to believe that they would have a chance to save him. But there was no saving here, no one was in danger. And Sam would never want to be by his side.
There are few things Dean regrets to have seen in his life but what he had to presence that evening was something he would have loved to ask Cas to erase from his memory forever. Given the circumstances though, if he had to show Cas what he had seen he might as well have to see his own ass to the gates of Hell.
He had entered the library with quick steps after helping Cas put himself together. It had meant a lot to him to be able to lean over Dean’s shoulder in dejection for a while. Eventually, the seraph moved to his own room, where Dean had left him watching Netflix.
Dean was looking for Sam to go for a quick run for groceries and had he been less distracted by thinking about how to help Cas feel better he might have heard some of the soft groans of pleasure his own brother was making. By the moment he realized his own mistake it was too late for him to turn away, freezing halfway over the steps into the library.
Sam was sitting on a couch, jeans halfway down while Gabriel was going down on him. When he opened his eyes upwards he met Dean’s gaze from across the room. Both men froze for an instant too long. Gabriel noticed Sam’s hands stiffen and looked up, following his gaze to where Dean was.
-Well this is awkward.
The brothers didn’t need more to react. Dean went straight to a couch next to the entrance letting out a pretty loud “Shit!” and sat while covering his eyes. Sam sprung from where he was with a grunted “Crap!” and pulled his pants back up. Gabriel just sat back enough for Sam to handle his clothing issue and stood up.
-Should we go to your room?
Sam just panicked more. -Not now Gabe… -And strolled away from the library as fast as his feet could take him, completely embarrassed.
Gabriel followed him languidly, wondering if Sam would change his mind if he tagged him long enough but when the hunter literally jumped the steps out of the library and paced away faster he gave up.
Dean had tried his best to ignore his brother’s retreat crouched on the couch while Gabriel sat relatively close, snapping a beer and letting out a sigh in frustration. The room stayed silent for a good five minutes. Minutes through which Dean changed his original state of shock for a new one of clear anger.
-Don’t think I’ll let you cajole Sam into whatever you want with your charm.
-Wow, jealous much Dean-o? Don’t worry about it. I’m not planning to make things serious… Yet.
Dean sprung from the couch as if he had been called off to a fight.
-I’m just warning you Gabriel, you break Sam’s heart and I’ll find a way to destroy you.
-I’m not breaking his heart idiot, the poor lad needs a break and I’m giving him just that. Don’t you ever think you spend an unhealthy amount of time of your lives slashing and smashing monsters? Heck, even you need a break! But you’re stubborn enough not to take one even when I offer it for free. Well then tough, I’m taking the next best thing.
-My brother is NOT the next best thing!
Dean knew he had gone too far, he had picked up Gabriel from the shirt up all the way to his own face only to scream at him. Gabriel’s eyes went dark while he slowly grabbed Dean’s arms and pushed him down, inflicting enough pressure on them until the hunter was on his knees over the floor due to the pain. Dean was doing an excellent work at keeping his voice low, afraid that someone could enter the room to that situation knowing well enough it had been his own fault things had gone this way.
-What do you want?
-What? -A new shock of pain made him shiver a grunt.
-What. Do. You. Want?
-I don’t want any—
A stifled wail on his throat cut his retort.
-I did my best you know?
Dean looked upwards terrified. He could see the shape of Gabriel’s wings forming behind like an ominous shadow. A blazing power charging everything in the room. But his eyes were not shimmering light like Castiel’s when he used his power. They were not blazing blue-white either like Sam had told him about once. They were going darker and darker. He was containing every single fibre of his being in order to avoid smiting Dean. Gabriel wasn’t just angry. He was absolutely pissed off.
-I did my best to get on your good sides. Me. An Archangel. Second only to my Father and Aunt.
If Gabriel went further, Dean’s arms would snap. He thought he was screaming, and yet a dense noise silenced every other sound in the room but Gabriel’s voice.
-And nothing seemed to be enough. Not the impaled monsters, not the burnt out ghosts, not the money, the rush of speed or the sex. Nothing. Nothing was enough. I tried my best at making you happy and all I got was darkness from your soul!
Dean felt something cold and wet running through his cheek. Well that was impossible. And then he looked up to see Gabriel’s eyes and something in his heart clenched up tight.
-I hate you. -Gabriel’s deliverance in a soft whisper. -I hate the way you hate yourself. I hate the way I cannot side my gaze away. You’re making me hate myself and I can’t take this anymore.
And just like that Gabriel fled away. Leaving Dean completely healed but still with the lingering sensation of the pressure he had experienced under the archangel’s strength. He stayed on his knees on the floor. Every single object on the library oblivious to the drama that had just occurred.
Yamaguchi felt a soft poke on his cheek and started to fumble. He made some weird noises and buried his face between his arms. He was mildly awoken by it but what ended up bringing him back to reality was Tsukiyama’s snicker, yawning he lifted his head from the table and the notebooks.
“Wha—? Tsukki? What time is it?”
“It’s past eleven idiot, you fell completely asleep.”
“Aw man, I don’t wanna go back home right now…”
“Then stay. I already told mom, she doesn’t mind.”
“Yeah, might as well do that.”
After calling his parents to tell them he was staying at Tsukki’s, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima ate something light, took a bath and prepared a futon on the ground for Yamaguchi to sleep on. The next day was Sunday but they were bound for practice so they needed some good rest. The said good night and went silent.
The way his futon was fixed beneath the window helped Yamaguchi watch clearly the full moon on that cloudless night, throwing it’s cool beams and capturing him with it. “Tsuki” He said in a soft voice. There was a soft rustle on Tsukki’s bed where he could make Tsukki’s head pop up from his pillow on the periphery of his sight. He turned to look at him.
“Ah, sorry, I was just admiring the moon, I can’t really see her from my room. It’s amazing.”
Tsukki just moved to lay on his belly and crossed his arms to use them as pillow while looking at Yamaguchi.
“You’re weird” He sent his friend an arrogant smile. Yamaguchi just smiled coyly at him and looked back to the moon, Tsukishima knew there was something going on in Tadashi’s mind, it was just a matter of time for him to blurt it out. After some minutes he spoke once more.
“You’re also amazing.” His gaze began to sober. “Everyone’s so good and amazing I cannot but feel like I’m always one step behind… But you, Tsukki, you’ve always been so good and these past days you’ve been improving so much. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to reach you. I mean look at me, even right now I can only look up to you.”
Yamaguchi smiled sadly towards his friend. Why was he even saying such things? He only hoped it was the effect of the moon what turned him so blue. With every word Yamaguchi said, Tsukki began to get more pensieve. Tadashi just kept looking at the moon, he had been content with expressing himself and didn’t expect an answer.
Suddenly, a pillow landed by his side and he saw his friend getting up from his bed and laying by his side. He turned sideways to face him. The space Tsukishima could fill between Tadashi and the bed was little and it made them closer than normal. Tsukki seemed a little startled by that for a second but then fixed his gaze on his friend.
“Don’t be an idiot, you’ve also grown a lot. You just don’t notice it yourself.”
Tadashi looked at him in surprise and giggled.
“You didn’t have to come down here to tell me that.”
“I had to.”
The severe look of Tsukki’s friend stilled Tadashi’s chuckles.
“Why?”
“Because you need to understand. You’re also amazing and I don’t want you to look up at me. I don’t want to be over or ahead of you, I want us to be side by side.”
Tsukki’s eyes were ernest, a view so rare that filled Tadashi with awe, he was touched by his friend’s sincere words and couldn’t help to drown a sob before beaming back.
“Yeah, I can try doing that.”
Tsukki smiled relieved towards him. Some moments later Tadashi realized something and looked around a bit embarrassed. Tsukishima just looked at him questioningly.
“What is it?”
“Uhm… You going back to your bed or do you want to get below the blanket? I mean, the night’s kinda cold.”
Tsukishima’s eyes went wide when he realized why Tadashi was so embarrassed to say those words and blushed a bit himself but the bully part of him couldn’t avoid wanting to see his friend more flustered. He gave him a devilish grin.
“Well since you insist so much I guess I’ll have to help you warm the bed.”
Tadashi blushed harder before letting out a groan. “Oh, come on Tsukki don’t say it like that!”
Still, he lifted up his blanket to let Tsukishima inside, who was snickering like a kid that had gotten away with a prank.
Just a quick clarification:
Tsukishima’s surname in Japanese is spelled with the kanji “月” which also means Moon. Therefore I’m implying that Tadashi is talking about the moon but Tsukki obviously confuses it with being called by his nickname, therefore answering to Tadashi’s call.
-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.
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.
Gabriel was leaning moodily over the table with a frown, arms crossed in front of him in dejection.
-What’s wrong brother?
-I’m all spent Cas, I’ve tried everything, everything, to make Dean happy. I’ve helped with a bunch of hunts, I’ve taken him to Vegas several times, the other week I signed him up in a vintage car race and after that I got him in the Playboy mansion. Heck, I even asked him if he wanted to be warped into another dimension as the protagonist of a hentai harem… refused that one, don’t really know why. But I still haven’t been able to make him happy at all.
-Well those do seem like activities that would make Dean happy, how do you know he wasn’t happy at all?
-He said he was hyped about the things we were doing but he looked like something was bothering him all the time. His true emotions are so hidden right now it fazes even me.
Castiel could tell the archangel was actually making an effort to get on Dean’s good side. He had been the only one not really on board when the archangel had shown up some months ago declaring he had intentions of living in the bunker since he, quoting: “was already fed up with dealing with other pagans” and “wasn’t feeling ready to go back to heaven and probably wouldn’t in like another three millennia”. But had to oblige after Sam’s stubbornness on having him tag along with the team won.
-Maybe you should read his mind.
-Mmmnah, not happening.
Castiel gave a confused look to his brother.
-I mean yeah, I could, and it would probably make things a lot easier but I don’t like doing it. Humans have only so much that belong to themselves, looking into their minds is just rude.
Castiel had to agree with his brother but that didn’t leave the question on how to get on Dean’s good side answered. Suddenly something occurred to the seraph.
-Why don’t you try making Sam happy? Dean’s face always shines when Sam’s does.
Gabriel sat balancing his chair on it’s back legs in a way impossible for a human being, eating his nougat bar and started to show one of his impish smiles.
-You know what Bluejay? Maybe you’re right.
Sam woke up with a knock on the door that made him rustle slightly. It wasn’t early but still he would have liked to sleep a bit more.
-Yeah?
The door swung open in a swift motion. -Mornin’ Sammy Boy! How’s the waking up doing?
-Ugh, it could be better if my sleep hadn’t been interrupted.
-Am I interrupting you now?
Sam only pressed his face against the pillow and softly groaned.
-Well then, I guess I’ll have to take this delicious 5 star hotel breakfast back to the kitchen…
Sam raised himself up enough to see the large silver platter on the angel’s hand. -Wait -Gabriel stopped midway from the door and turned back to him.
-Is that for me?
-Hmm…maybe.
-Whatever for? -Gabriel restarted his pace towards the hunter, who was now sitting on his bed.
-Well, I wouldn’t be able to hang around here if it weren’t for you. I just assumed it was the least I could do.
Gabriel snapped a pretty elegant looking bed table and placed the tray in front of the still sleepy hunter. Once the lid was taken away the waft of freshly ground black coffee and freshly baked pastries invaded his nostrils finally waking Sam up, a bowl of quinoa and spinach salad covered with sliced avocado, a half boiled egg and roasted cherry tomatoes in an arrangement worthy of a California hip place made his mouth salivate.
The first bite was like heaven, he had always craved this kind of stuff but it was impossible to make it without Dean complaining about money wasted on ‘conceited rabbit food’. In a matter of seconds he was devouring everything up while Gabriel sat with his legs crossed on a corner of the bed. Sam’s soul was content and all it had taken was a good breakfast to start the day with. Things were going smooth and if nothing odd happened, Gabriel might be able to achieve his goal in less time than expected.
-Man, I wish you did breakfast everyday.
-I can do that. But I’m not bringing it to bed all the time.
Sam’s ears went a shade of pink.
-That one was your idea. -He said, a bit conscious about the situation.
Gabriel noticed, of course he noticed, all the time since he had helped their asses out of the pagans hotel and teased Sam about his feelings towards him he had set an aside note on his brain about it. But chose not to say a thing.
-So, what’s the plan for today?
Sam eyed Gabriel with a hint for suspicion. -Nothing I guess, try to find a case.
-Then you’re basically free.
-Eh… -A snap of fingers cut anything Sam could have possibly said to answer.
Next moment, he was standing in a busy street somewhere. Sam of course would have never noticed but his pecs were nicely shaped behind the simple dark cotton shirt he was wearing right now and along the slim dark jeans, shiny pale blue blazer and the polished dark leather shoes he was quite a sight and every single girl and a guy from time to time turned around to look at him. Gabriel was also sharply dressed with dark blue jeans, trekking boots that had obviously never seen the side of a mountain and an aviator style olive jacket, soft hair neatly brushed at his sides.
Sam looked around nervously. -Where are we?
-In a place you’ve always wanted to be. -Gabriel motioned towards Sam’s back, nudging him to turn around. The white classical facade of the building was absolutely recognizable. He was at the entrance of The Smithsonian Museum.
It already was 9 p.m. when Gabriel appeared at the bunker once more with Sam. Sam was obviously still excited about the trip and the dinner at the vegan restaurant had made everything ten times better. They stopped right when they noticed Dean was just sitting on one of the library’s couches near them, beer on hand, sporting an inscrutable look. Both men stood still in front of him, like a pair of animals waiting to run away at the first alert.
-You left Sam’s phone on the bedroom.
-Whoops! Sorry, my bad.
-Where the hell have you been?
-Just went out to have fun, last time I checked it wasn’t a sin yet. And I should know about it.
Dean held the sides of his forehead with his free hand. Sam, who obviously realized Gabriel was just pushing all the wrong buttons chimed in.
-It’s fine Dean, Gabe took me to the Smithsonian. That museum I’ve always been wanting to go? It was really cool.
Dean turned to look at Sam and gave in, defeated. Something didn’t feel right about his reaction but Gabriel couldn’t pin it down. The older Winchester just sighed and motioned them that there was nothing more to say.
Sam just smiled nervously at him and waved a simple ‘Night’ at his brother before heading back to his own room. Gabriel noticed the tinge of worry about his brother in Sam’s profile but considering how far they had gone on improving his general mood he didn’t give it a second thought. What he couldn’t let go of right now was the feeling of having Dean’s eyes fixed on his back. He turned to face him, expecting an exasperated look but the hunter’s face was unreadable.
After minutes of maddening silence Gabriel was desperate for Dean to say something, anything. His eyes shouted it was right there, touching the surface. But the silence in the library was dense and suffocating and Dean finally looked away and leaned back on the couch returning the beer to his lips, pretending to be more interested in the row of books in front of him than what he’d ever be on Gabriel.
Gabriel vanished to his own bedroom and immediately threw a bunch of porn magazines from his desk onto the floor. Dean’s pretense of disinterest had hit him harder than what he would like to accept. He didn’t bother to pick the mess up.
Two Days Into June 