Shotgun

Warnings – None

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If there was one single thing everybody knew about Dean Winchester, even if they knew him in the shallowest way, was that the only person he was comfortable with having as shotgun was Sam. Granted, he also allowed Castiel there, but never if Sam was actually going along for the ride.

-It’s ok Dean, I can sit at the back. -Sam was holding his hands up, set in between Dean and Gabriel’s heated argument about that particular matter. Since Gabe had started to travel with them everywhere it seemed like the number of times he found himself in this position had exponentially increased.

-No Sammy, it’s not ok! -the hunter barked and turned his attention back to the Trickster with an accusing finger lifted towards him- You think that just because you’re an archangel you can go around picking up on everyone!? Damnit Gabriel, I was expecting better of you after all these years and yet you manage to disappoint me!

-Aw come on! You start to sound like a father and it’s really off putting Dean, I really don’t like that kind of play!

Cas was already sitting in the back looking at the bickering pair in what few people would discern as amusement. If he had learnt to read him well these past months, he could tell his brother was glowing with delight. But he didn’t really like the fact that he was making his friend this upset.

-Brother please, there must be better ways to catch Dean’s attention. You’re not in pre-school anymore. Be honest to yourself.

The silence that followed would have made Sam feel uncomfortable if it weren’t for the face of incredulity his brother and Gabriel snapped at the angel after realization of the undertone Cas meant hit them.

-You know what? I’m with Cas on this. Either you two start dating or you pull the moves away from my brother. I’m tired of doing this.

And just like that Sam went to the back seat to join Cas. He anticipated the way back home to be quite entertaining and he really wished he had thought of bringing some popcorn for the ride.

Milkshakes, takeouts and chop sueys, oh my.

Debriel, Supernatural, warnings = none

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It hadn’t even been a week since this started but Dean was already losing his mind.

First it had been the sausages smudged with nutella. But only because they were aside the pancakes and not by themselves, Dean concluded, so he allowed that one to slip.

Next day it had been the chicken wings with barbecue sauce, a tad bit too sweet for their own good, but edible.

Then came the takeout hamburgers that had obviously been angelically tampered with to be filled with teriyaki sauce instead of ketchup.

After that, he only passed up the slight of overly sweet and sour sauce on the vegetarian burritos because he had been bitter with Sam for picking up such an awful meal for the both of them.

And the day afterwards he had just been too tired to argue about the messed up chop-suey even when he had definitely logged it into the ‘to bring up on an argument’ tab in his brain.

He wasn’t truly ready to start talking about the strawberry milkshake he had received instead of the beer he asked for at the diner the following night.

But now, right now, he had finally snapped.

-GODDAMNIT GABRIEL WHAT ON EARTH IS THIS!?

-”French sunny side up toasts, made them up myself.” snickered the Trickster, full of self praise.

All Sam did was sigh and start to eat before any of the parties involved in the fight decided to flip the table, probably in a quite literal way. Cas standing by their side, just in case he had to protect the Winchesters from any kind of magical retaliation his brother might pull.

-I don’t give a damn about how you call them! What I want to know is why the heck you decided it would be fun to choke my bacon in maple syrup!

-Aw, come on Bean, it tastes like heaven! Just give a try! I know you like sweet stuff.

Dean fought hard against his instinct to punch the archangel on the face, one for wiggling his eyebrows at him in that unnerving manner and two, for giving him that pet name. He had already confronted him about that a dozen times.

-I don’t want to taste it! I’m done with all your fucking sweet stuff! I want salty shit that’s not covered in caramel sauce! Savoury food should stay that way so Stop. Messing. With. It!

For a second Gabriel seemed genuinely confronted while Dean towered close in front of him with a finger tapping hard on his chest in an attempt of intimidation and then the unimaginable happened. In a manner that would’ve been too fast for a normal human being, Gabriel grabbed Dean’s head and pulled him towards himself, closing the gap between their mouths.

Dean tried to fight him at first but Gabriel was far stronger, pushing him against the wall. They fell into some struggling until the hunter was forced to open his mouth for the archangel, who immediately took the chance to insert his tongue. A flood of electricity crashed through Dean’s mind making him lose any concept of logic, the only thing grounding him to the moment was listening to a couple of low carnal grunts that he couldn’t tell who of the both of them had done. Suddenly, he heard a clear clunk of cutlery over a plate, Sam’s plate to be precise about it and his face flushed bright red in embarrassment. He’d never hear the end of it.

After whoever knew how much time, Gabriel pulled back with a dilated and predating look on his eyes that gave Dean chills through his spine.

-See? I knew you liked sweet stuff.

TV Nights

Debriel, Supernatural, warnings=none.

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The first time Gabe poofed himself by Dean’s side on the loveseat using the hunter’s lap as pillow for his legs to watch tv, Dean made a huge fuzz about it and was only slightly appeased after the archangel snapped a bunch of snacks, drinks and popcorn into existence.

Which were still not ok since the popcorn was caramelised, according to the hunter’s words but he finally gave in and allowed Gabriel to stay for the rest of the Dr. Sexy M.D. weekend marathon.

That had been eight months ago.

Today, he was reclined over Dean with a pillow on his lap and propping his legs on the empty side of the loveseat.

-I seriously don’t understand why Dr. Sexy doesn’t pull the moves on the new intern when she’s so obviously head over heels about him.

Dean chuckled, passing his hand between the archangel’s strands of hair. An odd habit he didn’t know when he had picked up.

-Well duh, can’t you tell that’s because he actually misses Dr. Piccolo?

-Yeah, but she got married ages ago!

-And he was an idiot for not realising that he was losing the love of his life. I’m telling ya’, he’s mourning his loss of her.

-…Whatever you say Dean-o, guess it takes an idiot to know one. ‘Cause if it had been me, I’d have made a move before losing her like that.

More laughs.

-Right, you’re way too over the top man, bet you’d scare the hell out of them right away.

Gabriel turned his head slightly to lock his honey glazed blazing eyes on the hunter’s sight with an intensity that made Dean’s insides squirm with self-aware in a way he vaguely recalled along hallways filled with lockers and the looks of every single person around him staring at the new kid at school.

-I dunno Big Boy, right now I think it’s working out pretty well.