Lazy Sunday 2

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

Supernatural, Debriel, Warnings-None

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-Dean?

-Hm?

-Hasn’t Gabriel been popping around you way too much these days?

-Yeah, it’s kind of weird. I asked him about that the other day. -Sam choked on his apple juice but recovered fast.

-What did he say?

-That he does it ‘cause he likes me.

-And?

-Well, as long as he doesn’t meddle with our hunts and stuff I guess it’s alright.

Sam couldn’t believe it, the archangel had been quite straightforward about it and yet his brother had only taken it as a statement of friendship.

-Why? What’s up with the face?

-I don’t… I mean, don’t get me wrong but it took you a lot to get used to Cas being near you and now you allow Gabriel to even sit on your lap without a flinch.

Dean pondered Sam’s inquiry for a moment. -Well yeah, but Cas is Cas and Gabe is Gabe. I mean, it’s kind of expected for him to act like that. And he’s an idiot most times but for some reason I can stand those quirks without a problem.

Sam’s brain was flashing with red alert lights everywhere. He didn’t realize how it happened but it was obvious Dean didn’t consider Gabriel a danger. Still, why was he so worried about it? Dean was straight, there was no way for him to be attracted to Gabriel.

He suddenly became more worried about himself, why would Dean having a significant other be such an issue now? Back in the days he had been with Lisa he never felt like his brother needed to be protected. Granted, he didn’t feel anything since he was soulless but still…

-Sam?

-Huh?

-You alright man? You’re spaced out.

-Uh… yeah, yeah I am. I just didn’t sleep well enough. -Dean gave him the worried older brother look. -I’m fine. For real.

Castiel looked at Sam who for the eleventh time had to go three pages back into the book he was reading because he was obviously not focused on it. Dean had gone out with Gabriel again and he wasn’t sure at what time they would show up again, last time Gabriel accompanied him ‘to get supplies’ Dean had called half a day later to say they somehow ended in the middle of New Orleans’ Mardi-Gras.

He sat by the hunter’s side on the armrest to read a paragraph from the book. It took the seraph just an instant to recall the information from the books Metatron had stashed on his brain years ago. It was ‘The Name of the Rose’. -I like that book. – Was his simple comment.

Sam, who was obviously in another realm jumped when he heard Cas so near. -Wha…? Cas? I’m sorry, what?

Castiel squinted his eyes. -What’s wrong Sam?

-I… uh… I don’t know Cas. I honestly don’t know. -the hunter sighed moodily- Did you know Gabriel likes Dean? Like, as in wanting to be more than friends?

-It’s hard for anyone not to notice, he donnes your brother with a lot of attention. Why?

-Well, what do you think about it?

-I think that knowing my brother, Dean’s already in for the ride whether he likes it or not.

Sam’s spirits fell a lot more, to be honest he kind of hoped Cas to be more antagonizing about the idea. If push came to shove, he’d feel a lot better if it was Cas the one that wanted to be near Dean like that, weird as it seemed right now. I mean the profound bond thing was still a thing, right?

-Don’t worry Sam, my brother would never hurt Dean in any way.

Usually, Sam used to be the hugger but he felt infinitely reassured when Cas placed his hand over his shoulder in a loose embrace. Damn the angel, he certainly knew how to read him well.

-Yeah it’s not just that. It’s… I don’t even know what is. I mean, Dean’s not even into guys.

-Angels are primarily asexual, we don’t need to intercourse in order to show our love. Gabriel would never force himself on your brother.

Sam’s face went three shades of red, Cas was still dense at the worst places and times and now he definitely was having a hard time trying not to imagine his brother entangled with the archangel. His hand over his face.

-Yeah, uh, thanks for the reassurance Cas.

A soft but glowing smile seized the angel’s face -I’m glad I’ve helped. -He stood up and walked away up to the library entrance. -Sam? – the hunter turned his gaze up to him. -You know I can be there for you anytime, right? I also love you after all.

Sam was unable to even provide an answer to that, Cas was already on his way to who knows where (probably watch some Netflix) and his brain had been in overdrive for a while. It was love as in, like a brother, right? Yeah, it probably was. It definitely was. Because the fact that Gabriel actually liked his brother didn’t mean that Cas would automatically like him in the same ‘as a couple’ kind of way. I mean, come on Sam, you’re just beating around the bush way too much.

He passed his hands through his hair hunched over the couch. He was royally screwed.

Lazy Sunday

Supernatural, Debriel, Warnings-None

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

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Today was one of the few lazy Sunday kind of days the guys got and Dean was not ready to let go of it so easily.

-I’m sorry dude, I’m not changing this robe and leaving home for anything in the world.

To be honest, it was remarkable that Gabriel had actually poofed up to ask him out for the day, apparently the last time he told him off for angelically getting him in a rodeo had sunk in.

-Aw come on Bean! This time we’re gonna have fun!

-Last time you said that I ended up tied up to a middle ages torture device so no thanks.

-But it was still a lot of fun. -he wiggled his eyebrows at him.

-Maybe for you and your fairy friends.

-Seriously!? There’s nothing exciting inside this box of concrete!

-Exactly. I don’t want exciting today. I want to hoard the couch, grab a ton of snacks and only stand up to go take a crap. But hey, don’t mind me, you can go out wherever you want by yourself.

Dean went away to the kitchen to grab his supply of beer and chips for the day while Gabriel hung his shoulders down to accompany his sigh of dejection. -Fiiine. I’ll stay here then.

Sam was looking at the interaction in amusement from his chair. -Why are you so eager on taking my brother anyways? You can conjure up anyone else with a snap.

-It’s just not the same Samsquatch. -He had taken his place by Dean’s spot on the couch while appearing a milkshake. -And I happen to like your brother. He’s different; he fights with me, he makes me think and he still gets me, you know? Kind of hard to meet when you’ve existed since almost the start of creation. By the way, you don’t really mind me becoming your brother in law, right?

A sound of bemused incredulity came out of the younger Winchester -Sure, if that ever gets to happen. You might want to remember that he’s not into dudes.

-Well, I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.

Sam didn’t say anything else since Dean came back to the room, but he couldn’t help feeling a bit unsettled when Gabriel throwed his legs on the hunter’s lap and Dean only reacted by groaning softly and moving his bowl of chips to a safer position.

-By the way, I don’t really mind you dating my little brother if you ever consider him as a choice.

-DUDE! -Was the Winchesters unison reaction towards Gabriel’s chuckles.

“In Private.”

Supernatural, Debriel, Warnings-none

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Chapter 13×21 just came out yesterday. I cannot stress how delighted I was to know Gabriel had shut himself up in Dean’s room.

Gabriel knew it was the chance of a lifetime to be allowed into Dean’s room instead of barging in. Not that he had not tried before but the hunter had been smart and stopped him every time. Granted it had not been Dean’s idea to let him in but after Castiel gave him the green light it was pretty much as if Dean had agreed to it, right? Right.

First things first he took all the grace he could without impairing himself, which was not much but the spell only said it required grace, it never said how much so this should be enough he convinced himself.

Then he turned around to see the layout of the bedroom and rubbed his palms together.

-Now, if I were Dean, where would I place my porn?

He went directly to the side table by the bed, only his hunter’s old journal, a pen and a couple of random papers and a notebook visible on the top drawer. He started to take everything out, he didn’t know what he was looking for but he knew he was close to something and then at the furthest corner he saw a glimpse of shiny silver metal that was undeniably better than gold.

He reached for the cold cylindrical object and after he had it within his grasp, he sensed around for something else, knowing it had to be there too. Surely, his fingers suddenly bumped into a soft yet firm object, he retrieved both pieces and after studying the distinct shape of the black latex ring that enticed his own ideas, Gabriel finally decided to put that back in place along with everything else.

He pocketed the bullet in the zippered pocket of his jeans and began to scheme how to break the news on Dean that he would have to work hard for the archangel if he wanted to have his vibrator back.

He hoped it would involve a lot of fun stuff.

Sweet Treats 2

Debriel, Supernatural, Warnings-None

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

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Gabriel sighs could be heard all the way from the kitchen to the library. He had been like that all the morning after Sam and Dean left for a quick hunt a couple states away and Castiel couldn’t take it anymore.

-Brother.

-*sigh* ‘Sup bro.

-What’s wrong?

-I’m screwed Cas. That’s what’s wrong. -The angel’s tilt of his head was all Gabe was going to get as a form of inquiry. -I kissed Dean and left some of my grace on him, now I can’t stop wanting to get close to him again.

Cas went blank for a second while looking at his brother gobbling a whole cake with ice-cream, there were a ton of questions forming on his head in a flash. Gabriel and Dean kissed? When had they kissed? How did Gabriel even manage to convince Dean on kissing him? Because he had done it willingly, right? …RIGHT? But maybe the most important thing at the moment was:

-You left part of your grace on him!? -Dejected sigh as answer -How?

-I… I just wanted to feel him and I ended up touching him with it. I didn’t notice until a lot later because it had been such a little bit but Dean felt something was odd and I… I couldn’t tell him about my mistake when I realized it.

Cas was abashed. He knew his brother could seem bold but he’d proven more than enough times how cunning he actually was, being able to fool even The Devil himself. The simple fact that he had let his guard down like that only meant that either he had been extremely drunk or extremely smitten by the hunter, in this case probably both.

-You have to retrieve it.

-No shit Sherlock like I don’t know! But try to go convincing Dean of sharing another kiss!

-How did you convince him of getting the first one?

Gabriel squirmed uncomfortably on his chair. -Let’s just say I don’t think the same trick will work again.

Castiel only nodded. -I’ll see what I can do to help you. -Gabriel turned to his brother with hope brimming on his eyes. -Thanks Cas. Ice cream?

Three days later Castiel took a hold of the hunter right after they parked Baby and dragged him out of both of their brother’s ears reach before he began to expose the issue at hand.

Some time after that, Dean finally found Gabriel holed up in his mancave watching Netflix. He shut the door close just to make sure Sam didn’t see something from the hallway in the least convenient moment. He sat by Gabriel’s side and eyed the show.

-Gravity Falls?

-Reality is an illusion.

-The universe is a hologram.

A silent understanding flashed between their eyes before Gabriel turned his gaze back to the screen. He was clearly uncomfortable now that the silence had settled back. Dean sighed loudly.

-So you didn’t do anything to me that night, huh?

Dang it, Gabriel knew he had asked Cas for help but he’d be damned if he didn’t want to snap the seraph into a thousand feathers right now.

-In my defense, it was never on purpose.

-Yeah, I could get that much. -Both shifted a little. -So all you need to do is get your bit of grace back, right?

-Right.

-Okay then.

Gabriel turned to look at him clearly shocked. Okay? He didn’t know what his brother had told Dean but he was pretty sure he hadn’t left aside the most important part of the issue.

-You realize we have to kiss again, right?

The elephant in the room had finally been addressed. Dean was not entirely comfortable with the idea but this was nothing compared to what he had to put up with at some hunts. He gathered himself and leaned over Gabriel.

-Well then, I hope you better enjoy it.

Sweet Treats

Debriel, Supernatural, Warnings-None

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

-Ok Gabe you gotta be honest with me right here, right now. Did you do something to me that night?

Dean knew himself, he knew that he had never felt any kind of attraction for men before, that it was beyond the realm of possibilities to even think about that and yet here he was, remembering the heated embrace he had shared with Gabriel after accepting his offer of a thousand bucks to nothing he could give him a boner with just one kiss.

Good news were, he had got a thousand bucks richer despite the ethilic overdose he had at the time. Bad news were, a month later he had started to wake up wanting to feel some lips again, more than ever.

And watching the archangel softly pass his tongue over his lips a few inches away from his own face wasn’t helping him. He looked down to Dean’s lips with a hungry look.

-Well, I remember doing something very specific to you that night.

-Don’t play dumb on me Gabriel! You know what I mean!

Gabriel’s conceited look mellowed after seeing the hunter’s honest look of distress.

-No Dean, I didn’t.

-You sure about that?

-Cross my heart and hope to cry.

After what felt an eternity Dean dejectedly looked down and sighed. -Okay… I believe you.

He started to move away from Gabriel when he felt his wrist pulled back softly by the archangel. Dean locked his gaze on him and saw an odd tremor behind his usually nonchalant facade.

-This is just a vessel Dean. You do get that, right?

Dean nodded while moving away from him, his hand free from the soft grasp. Of course he knew Gabriel’s body was just a vessel. His brain was more than able to understand that angels needed vessels to be able to interact with the real world. Why had Gabriel tried to even make a point of that? It had nothing to do with their conversation anyways.

Gabriel would never admit it but that night he actually had done something. Only not to Dean, not willingly at least. He had thrown his grace as close to the surface as possible in order to feel the hunter. Really feel him. He had always liked him and, reckless as he was, he couldn’t pass up the chance of scoring with him. And it had been a mistake, because he had obviously left a bit of his grace clinging onto Dean.

Dean was not the one aching for another kiss.

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.