Tag: Gabriel

Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures 7

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

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

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

-Sam?

-Hey Cas, what’s up?

-…Are you alright?

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

-What happened?

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

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

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

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

-You are… having sex with Gabriel?

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

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

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

-Please.

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

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

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

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

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

-So?

-…so?

-What happened?

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

-You were right.

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

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

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

-And how do you feel about it?

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

-…. I should be happy about.

-But you’re not.

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

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

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

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

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

-I don’t think I…

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

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

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

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

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

-You called?

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

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

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

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

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

-Naturally.

-But I’d like to have something more.

-…Meaning?

-Like a relationship.

-Oh.

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

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

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

-But you do see Dean that way.

Gabriel choked on 

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

Sam just nodded in approval. -Right, ok…

-Yep…

-So… You free right now?

Gabriel turned on his malicious look. -Right here?

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

-Sure, why not?

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

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

I know maybe is a lot to ask for but I kinda love to imagine Gabriel but like un the old times, you know, the old biblical times where he used to have this awesome curly long hair and wear dreasses (i know they has another name, but i dont know the English version of “túnica”) Part. 1

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I was wonder if you can draw it? I bet Sam would totally fall un love with his old style and Dean would laugh because “ duude! Are you wearing a dress????” and Cas probably would feel somehow nostalgic because he used to see Gabriel with that look all the time 🤔 ANYWAY I LOVE YOUR ART, IT GIVES ME LITERALLY AND EXTRA LIFE EVERY TIME I SEE IT❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ Part. 2

thank you !!! heres a golden boy just for you 

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Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures 6

Supernatural, Sabriel, Warnings-Explicit Sex Scene

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

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-Are we there yet?

A minute passed away.

-Are we there yet?

Another minute.

-Are we there yet?

One minute more.

-Are we—

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

-Dean…

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

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

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

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

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

-…Wanna go have some fun?

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

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

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

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

-…What?

-Yeah, I… I need some rest.

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

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

-Yeah no, maybe, maybe another day.

Gabriel groaned in frustration.

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

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

-Gabriel? What…?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures 5

Supernatural, Warning-None

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 

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

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

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

-Brother?

-What’s up Bluejay?

Both angels talking low due to the sleeping hunters.

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

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

-Yes but…

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

-What do you mean?

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

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

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

-Mornin’

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

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

-Mornin’ Sammich. Had a good sleep?

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

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

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

-…I think I need some coffee.

-A fine blend of Coffea Arabica coming right up.

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

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

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

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

-Guys…

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

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

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

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

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

-Gabe!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Archangel Gabriel by Marichromatic

Finally! After three months of struggle and stalling I finished my Gabriel piece! I was heavily inspired by awanqi ’s absolutely stunning art and was compelled to do a version of my own, the fact that they are not accepting any comission at all miiiight have had something to do as well but let’s not dwell on that… (´･ω･｀;A）

P.S. they also have a Tumblr account, for those of you who want to see some real badass art: @awanqi

A Maiden’s Tale

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“This is stupid. Like, really stupid. It’s the most stupid idea you could ever have.”

Dean was trailing behind Gabriel through a forgotten path in the middle of a forest, doing his best to keep his dress far from the mud of the ground.

“Well I think you totally look the part, my beautiful maiden” Gabriel chuckled while stopping to do a curtsy towards Dean who bitchfaced him in return.

“Look, all I’m telling you right now is: if this doesn’t work, and I’m pretty damn sure it won’t, I’m frying your wings in holy oil”

“It’s fine Dean! I’m telling ya! They don’t know Loki’s gone and Sygin’s MIA, not that she’d actually help us I guess, you just have to play the part of my new fiancee so you can go search the place for the necklace we need while I entertain the rest of the gods in the main house.”

“Yeah I get that part of the plan but how exactly am I gonna pass for a beautiful maiden? I mean, these gods DO have eyes don’t they?”

“That’s because you never saw Thor disguised as Freyja…”

Dean sent Gabriel a very doubtful stare.

“Ok look, we already agreed that we needed a real person for this because they would be able to tell a mirage from the real thing and I cannot leave their stares. Right?”

“Right”

“The thing here is, even though, yes, I could have brought any other girl of your choice; you’re still gonna be forced to drink a lot. And when I say a lot I mean A LOT. So it’s better if it’s you. I’m gonna use a bit of a distracting spell that will make you look more uhm, feminine. Enough for them to believe the lie but not notice the magic. Trust me, they’ll only have a fair and pure maiden in front of their eyes. You’d even be able to lure a unicorn by your side.” Gabriel followed his words with an impression of how he believed a maiden would move.

“Well I gotta admit that the way things are right now I’m more likely to catch a unicorn than a good night’s sleep…” Grunted Dean, looking back at the previous sleepless nights on the library this headache of a case had given them.

“That’s the spirit Dean-o! Now let’s hit a party worthy of the gods!”

Tapping his walking stick against a rock near his foot three times and saying some words in old norse, he waited until a rainbow that apparently came out of nowhere landed in front of him.

“Ready?” Gabriel extended his hand towards Dean with a wide smile, loud cheering noises of joy and general festivity coming from where the magical road started.

Dean wavered while placing his hand on Gabriel’s but listening to all the noise he had to admit this was starting to look good. More than good. Heck, maybe he would even be able to have more fun than what he expected.

Gabriel seemed to have read his thoughts.

“Oh, by the way Dean, just a quick reminder that what happens in Asgard, stays in Asgard.”

Dean finally smiled broadly at Gabriel’s wink.

“Let’s do this shit.”

Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures 4

Supernatural, Sastiel, Warnings-None

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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-Hello, Sam.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Cas?

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

-What are you doing here?

-I heard noises…

-…Is that it?

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

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

-Maybe I was.

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

Castiel opened his sight in understanding. -Oh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Brother

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

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

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

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