Debriel, Supernatural, Warnings-None
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
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Dean had finally been able to find a moment where neither Sam nor Gabriel were around and was dragging Castiel to the dungeon, the only place Dean knew was warded against a lot of shit, in this case, anyone possibly peeping.
-Cas, this is serious, I swear I’m gonna go nuts if you don’t help me.
-I can’t understand anything if you just say you’re going nuts, you have to explain this to me.
-Ok, so I kissed Gabriel, and a part of his grace got stuck in me, right?
-Right.
-And so I kissed him again so that he could get it back. Right?
-Right.
-But, how do I know he actually took his grace back?
Castiel’s eyes shined in understanding. But there was something that bothered him about it. -I can check inside of you and see if it’s gone but why do you want to know?
-Because… -Dean turned quickly to the door just in case and lowered his voice. -Because I’ve been having this… Damn, it’s hard to put it on words. I mean, I like girls, I’ve always liked girls, you know this right? -Castiel nodded. -But after the last kiss with Gabriel I… If I see a hot guy I… There’s this… this voice in my head telling me to go for it, just like with the girls, and I… I…
Dean struggled to say more but he couldn’t bring himself to and just held his head in dejection. Castiel didn’t need him to finish his sentence, it was obvious what the problem seemed to be.
-Bring a chair, I’ll try to see what’s going on in you but you have to promise not to fight against me. I’m going to get in touch with your soul.
It was a stressful experience to say the least but Dean endured it. He hoped, well he didn’t know what he hoped for but Castiel’s unsettled face wasn’t a good sign.
-Well, the good thing is that Gabriel’s grace is nowhere inside you. He effectively took it away from you.
-Right. So what are the bad news Doc?
-I think Gabriel’s grace helped awake a… a part of you that had been dormant.
-…Meaning?
-Every single human soul is born with many, uhm, basic settings. But that doesn’t mean everyone has each of those settings on, which setting is on or off relies heavily on genes, nurturing, experiences. In this case, after you were born your genes and experiences made you turn on the setting for being attracted to females.
Castiel stopped a second to see if Dean was understanding his explanation. Dean was already dreading the last part of his friend’s speech.
-Right. And…?
-And now, well, Gabriel’s grace is archangel grace, they are made with primordial matter and energy and it stayed way too long inside you. It triggered a change in your gender preferences, influenced probably by Gabriel’s desires and now, well, you’re also attracted to men.
To say he felt shocked was an understatement.
-I’ve never seen something like this happen, but maybe Gabriel might be able to help reverting it. Dean are you ok?
-I will be after a couple bottles of scotch have gone down my throat.
Praying was definitely not part of Dean’s skill sets but he made an effort to call for the archangel after five days had gone by and he hadn’t shown up. He was on the bunker’s rooftop.
-Pretty odd, hearing from you like this.
-Gabriel, we need to talk.
-Whoa, don’t come and tell me you’re pregnant because apart from the fact that you’re a man and it’s physically impossible, we didn’t even get to score home run.
-Well, now that you bring that up, this is still your fault and I damn as well hope you can fix it. -Dean was definitely not in the best of moods. But he managed to calm down and explain himself. -Gabriel, your grace changed me into something I’m not.
-What do you mean?
-Ok, I should have asked Cas for help on this… you know the stuff about settings in a soul turned on and off depending on how you grow up?
-Wouldn’t have used those words myself but yes. Why?
-I’m heterosexual.
-Right.
-Well, your grace turned me bisexual.
Gabriel looked at Dean as if he had grown up a second head and the Trickster side within was compelling him to deny every single fact but making an internal grace assessment he knew Dean was telling the truth.
-Ok, and what about it?
-What about it? Seriously Gabriel!? Turn me back to normal ‘only chick loving’ me!
-But… why?
Dean opened and closed his mouth several times in disbelief. -Because this ain’t me! That’s why!
-But it can be you! You just gotta embrace the feeling!
-You asshole.
-Watch that mouth.
Dean sent him a bitchface worthy of Sam’s approval. -Don’t you think that if it were that easy to change a person we wouldn’t even be having this conversation?
Dean strolled back to the bunker, away from Gabriel. By night he had calmed down quite considerably so when a knock and Gabriel’s voice came softly asking for attention through his bedroom door he answered it and just motioned the archangel to come in, closing the door behind.
-To be straight about it and incredible as it may sound, this is a first for me as well so if you feel like you can’t take it, tell me right away, alright?
Dean would have been able to make at least three different untones right off the bat regarding Gabriel’s words but considering the situation he was at it might not have been the best idea. There was something he didn’t understand yet.
-Why you decided to help me now?
Gabriel was very uncomfortable about this situation too, no matter how much he had wanted Dean, nothing gave him the right to force his desires on him. Even he had his principles.
-Eh, I’m pretty bored right now.
Dean just snickered at him with a suspicious look.
-Ok, so what do I do?
-Well, you can sit or lay down, we definitely can’t do this standing.
Dean motioned himself towards the chair first but after remembering his experience with Cas, he changed his course to the bed and laid himself comfortably in the middle. Gabriel sat by his side and placed his hands over his chest, a soft white glow suddenly coming out. It was an uncomfortable feeling, like having an itch that you cannot scratch but quite endurable unlike what had happened with the seraph.
Having Gabriel so close, his body began to ache the feeling of grinding itself against the archangel like the day they got heady on the couch. A part of him wondered if it had been really that bad. If he had felt it had been wrong. If he didn’t have the need to do it again. If he hadn’t actually wanted to do it at least once more. His mind betrayed him with thoughts of the night before, when he had been thinking about the heavy breathing of the archangel against his lips.
Dean looked up at Gabriel’s blazing, unearthly eyes from where he was and he suddenly felt himself or rather his consciousness pulled towards him, the sheer power of his grace acting like a magnet for his soul.
-Wait. -Gabriel stopped immediately. He looked quizzically at Dean. -Your grace, it’s calling me.
If somebody had ever told Dean some years ago he would be able to live long enough to see an archangel blush, he would have called them crazy. Now he was not so sure.
-Happens all the time, just ignore it. -Gabriel motioned to start again but Dean held one of his hands. -I’m almost there, it won’t take long, I promise. -He was starting to get nervous although he had no idea why.
Dean sat back and looked straight at the angel’s eyes. Gabriel looked at him worried. -Is everything al…mph!
It had been an impulse. That part of him that wanted to go beyond. And he knew he had to make up his mind now or the moment would be lost forever.








