A hand slapped itself over Gabriels’ mouth, “Are you trying to get us killed?” Cas narrowed his eyes, voice barely above a whisper, “I said last we knew it was empty.”
Gabriel glared at the angel but nodded, allowing him to remove his hand, “I can’t believe you sent him here alone.”
Dean cocked an eyebrow as he checked the perimeter, “Are you forgetting he used to hunt all the time alone?”
“And look at what that got him.” Gabriel trailed behind the pair, ticking the items off on his fingers, “Addicted to demon blood, possessed by Luci, thrown into the Cage, soulless-”
“I don’t need a play-by-play,” Dean spun around to face the angel, “I was the one who was there, remember?”
“And maybe if you did a better job-”
“If I recall,” The blonde rushed the angel, pinning him against the wall, “It was your family that started the shit-storm me and my brother went through. So if anyone is to blame, it’d be you.”
“Dean.” Cas’ warning made the blonde drop him. He joined the trench-coated angel a few steps away, starring up at the stairs, “He shouldn’t have gotten too far.”
Gabriel shook his head, “If you had just listened to me-”
“Oh, here we go.” Dean rolled his eyes as they started up the stairs, “All hail the great know-it-all.”
“Well I have been around longer than your puny brain can comprehend. Think that gives me a bit of an edge, don’t you?”
“Gives you more time to make mistakes, maybe.”
“Stop it.” Cas stopped in the middle of the hall, blasting all the doors open, shoulders slumping as they were all empty, “This doesn’t make sense.”
“We were only a few seconds behind him,” Cas frowned, eyes narrowing as he thought, “He should’ve still been standing downstairs.”
“So… what? Something took him?”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
Dean shook his head, ignoring the comment as he turned back to his boyfriend, “I thought this place was warded?”
Gabriel let out a low whistle, “How short is your memory?” At the blank stares he let out a sigh, “The demons joined the party around the time Dean got surrounded by vamps, remember?”
Cas shook his head, “I came back after and finished the warding.”
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, “You expect me to believe you came back here, after it was overrun by monsters, defeated all of them – alone – and then warded the place?” He turned disbelieving eyes to the hunter, “Do you buy that?”
Dean held up his hands in mock surrender as he shrugged, “I didn’t go back with him.”
Cas huffed before pushing past the men, making his way toward the stairs, “I can prove it.”
They followed him down the staircase, toward the back door. He ripped a strip of wallpaper off the wall, revealing painted sigils, “See?” His brows furrowed as he saw the sigils, “Wait… this isn’t right.” He ripped off another few strips of wallpaper, swallowing thickly as he revealed some of the sigils had been scribbled over. He took a few steps back from the wall, head tilting as he starred at it. “I… don’t understand.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Dean held up his hand as Gabriel opened his mouth, “Aside from the obvious?”
The raven-haired angel shook his head, “This warding prevented them from getting in. But they would’ve had to come inside to disable them this way.”
“Not the brightest bulb, are you, Dean-O?” At the hunters’ look Gabriel let out a dramatic sigh, “A monster would’ve just created an earthquake or something to break the warding from the outside. But these were scribbled out, which means-”
“They would’ve had human help.”
“Well, give the man a cigar.” Gabriel rolled his eyes before bringing his hand up to rub his chin as he thought, “So… who does Sam know who’d be willing to work with monsters?”
“Whoa,” Dean held up his hands, brows furrowing, “What makes you think it’s someone Sam knew?”
“Well he’s not here, is he?” Gabriel gestured to the empty house, “And – assuming Bro here didn’t zap him somewhere else – since there’s no signs of a struggle, that means he went with whoever it was willingly.”
“I sent him here.” Cas finally turned from the wall, “Whoever it is must also have the necklace.”
“Okay, so…” the blonde looked between the two angels, “who would Sam trust?”
Sam couldn’t tear his eyes away from the blonde in the drivers’ seat. It had been so long since he’d seen her. Even longer since he’d seen her smiling, and although he wasn’t happy to learn she’d been hunting, he was just grateful to be within arms reach of her again. She was right there.
He couldn’t wrap his brain around it, he had watched her burn to death on the ceiling – and yet here she was, tapping her thumb against the steering wheel in time with the music. Just like she used to. He was doing his best to ignore the small part of him that told him something wasn’t right. He wasn’t stupid, when did these things ever not come with a price? But she’d passed every test he’d given her with flying colours, so he decided he would let himself enjoy it, at least for a little while.
“Will you quit starring?” Jess flashed him that gorgeous smile he’d forgotten all about, flicking her eyes off the road for a moment, “It’s starting to get creepy.”
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Gabriel just winked at the giant before turning back to the vines in front of him.
“We’re gonna get caught!”
“Not if you shut up about it!”
Sam shook his head, what’s wrong with him? Gabe said he had a surprise for their first wedding anniversary that Sam was sure to love – and he appreciated the gesture, really, he did – but it wasn’t like Gabe could’ve known the bowling alley they had their first date in all those years ago was shut down – not like it was doing that well when we’d went to begin with – so they were both understandably disheartened seeing it was now abandoned. Nothing to do, right? It’s not like either of them had bolt cutters.
So when Gabe also suggested Sam ‘wait here while I find a way in’ well, he knew he was in for a wild night. Did he think his better half was going to attempt scaling the side of the building? Absolutely fucking not. And yet…
“Yo, Sammich, quit daydreaming! You’re supposed to be a look out.”
“Pfft nobody’s around, relax,” he took a pre-emptive look around anyway, just in case.
“He says to the guy scaling a building.”
“You knew what I meant!” The giant took a charged step forward as the man slipped, “Be careful, will you? I’d hate to spend the night burying you.”
“I know something you wouldn’t mind burying.”
Sam rolled his eyes, of course he had to go there… when he turned back to the wall, his eyebrows rose in surprise, his beloved was no longer hanging there, oh no… Sam rushed closer to the base of the wall, frantic eyes searching the dark, you didn’t fall, you didn’t fall, you didn’t-
Jumping with surprise at the sound of rattling chains, he turned to his left and saw his lover, giant smirk on his face as the chains fell from the gate. He threw the gate open with all his strength, smile only growing as they clashed loudly against the sides of the wall.
Sam smacked his arm, sighing with relief, “Don’t do that!”
“What can I say, Sammy?” He linked the giants’ arm in his before leading them to the front door of the bowling alley, “I’m good at finding a way in.”
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“It’s ruined! Ruined! Why do bad things happen to good people? I’m a good person. Aren’t I a good person? Why? Why must I be punished?”
Dean came out of the kitchen, black smoke billowing out around him as he hurried in the direction of the smoke detector.
“Uh, is every–” the smoke alarm blared, cutting off the younger Winchesters’ question.
Dean took in a heavy sigh and waved a towel in front of it vigorously with both hands. Sam shot a look over to Gabriel before they sprung up, opening all the windows in the living room. Grabbing decorative pillows off the couch, they hustled over to help Dean wave away the smoke. Between the three of them, it wasn’t long before the thick haze began to clear and it looked like they might be able to salvage their evening.
And then the sprinklers went off.
Defeated, Dean scrubbed a hand through his now-wet hair, “Awesome.” Dropping the towel, he snagged a beer from the case on the coffee table in front of the couch. Twisting the cap off, he took a long pull from the bottle before making his way to the front door, disappearing outside.
“For the love of Liza Minnelli!” Cas stomped out of the kitchen, hair matting under the shower from the ceiling. He flicked some sopping hair out of his face as he spotted the two guests. He spread both arms wide, “Are you seeing this? Well, I hope everyone’s thirsty, because apparently? All we’re serving this evening is water. No, no champagne for us. We’re much too good for that.” He scrunched up his face in distaste, “Champagne, so boujee.” He flicked his sopping hair out of his eyes again, “So we’re trying something new. Isn’t that simply fabulous?” He laughed hysterically for a moment and then sobbed. His face crumbling into a pout, he put a hand over his heart, “I can’t. I can’t even. I mean, how am I meant to salvage this catastrophe? This would take more fabulous than the entire cast of Queer as Folk and The L Word combined. I could die. I could just die!”
Shoulders slumping, he ticked the items off on his fingers one-by-one, “Hors d’oeuvres? Burnt to a crisp! Wine? Out of stock. Out of stock. How could it be ‘out of stock’? It’s a ‘wine store’!” He rolled his eyes and then looked down at the floor, “And this. Just look at this. It’s like the last 2 minutes of the sinking of the Titanic in here. That’s it.” He threw his hands up into the air in defeat. “I’m done. I’m cancelling New Years!”
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Sam huffed as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, why can’t I get you to shut up?
“Sam, we’ve been over this,” the devil crossed his legs as he sat on the toilet seat, “thinking at me is the same as talking. Might as well use your voice.”
No, he shook his head violently, making himself dizzy from the force, you’re not real.
Lucifer sighed before getting up off the toilet, coming up behind the giant, lips barely an inch away from his ear, “Are you sure?”
The brunette couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine at the words, the way the breath tickled the hair on his ear, how could he-
“Sammich? You okay in there?”
He jumped at the voice, heart practically leaping out of his chest. His eyes swept the room, not seeing the fallen angel anywhere.
He ran a shaky hand through his hair as he took a deep breath, “Y-yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.”
The giant held his breath as he waited to hear retreating footsteps. He deflated against the sink, turning back before turning it on, bringing some water up to his face, that was close.
“Don’t worry, Sam,” Lucifer clapped him on the shoulder, smiling at their reflections, “you won’t have to keep me a secret much longer.”
“He’s in shock, but other than that he’s fine. No broken bones, barely even a scratch. From a fall that high, I’d say he’s pretty…”
The EMT’s voice droned on in the background, as he sat on the edge of the ambulance, picking at the lip of the paper cup in his hands, shock… this is what shock feels like?
“I know it’s not quite the outcome you wanted,” Lucifer came over and sat beside him, “but hey, you did want a body to hit the sidewalk, so… that’s still a win, right?”
Sam shook his head, how can you say that? He was your brother.
“Oh, c’mon. It’s not like I killed him.”
He scoffed, eyes still on the now-covered body, why did you come after me?
“You know why.”
“He loved you, Sam. Just like I told you.”
No, no he didn’t. He wasn’t- he tore his eyes away from the body to look at the fallen angel, “Why are you even still here? You got what you wanted.”
“How many times do I have to tell you?” The blonde blew out a breath and looked at the body bag, “He loved you. I never would’ve-” he cut himself off as he looked down.
Sam eyed him for a moment, “This is a trick, right?”
“This is all just you, right? You’re tricking me into thinking that-”
“No, Sam, I’m not.”
He glanced back up to the body bag, boulder settling into his stomach, no, this can’t- there’s no way this is- He turned back to the blonde, lump forming in his throat as he noted his sad expression, “Please tell me this isn’t real.”
The devil hung his head lower, not meeting the ex-hunter’s eyes.
The giant swallowed thickly, no, this- this can’t be real. “Y-you’re lying.”
“I’m sorry, Sam.”
“No!” He stood up, hands balling into fists at his sides, glaring at the shorter man, “You’re lying!”
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“He didn’t give me a choice.”
“Cas, it’s okay,” Dean swallowed thickly as his eyes landed on the face of the body, “You don’t have to explain.”
“Cas,” he turned to face the angel, hoping he was doing a better job of masking how freaked out he was than he felt, “let’s just get you home.”
“Cas, it’s fine,” he closed the small distance between them and pressed a kiss to his lips, “Trust me, okay?”
Cas gave a sheepish nod before allowing himself to be pulled towards the exit, “What are we gonna do?”
Dean let out a breath as he held the door open, “I have no friggin’ idea.”
“Hey, what took you guys-” Sam’s question died on his lips as he took in the expression on Cas’ face, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, we’re good,” Dean came through the door, keeping a guiding hand on Cas’ back as he stood there, eyes not leaving the ground.
“Are you sure?”
Dean held up a hand and shook his head. Sam nodded and shut up, confused eyes not leaving his brother.
Dean rubbed the raven-haired man’s shoulder a bit, “why don’t you go lay down for a while? I’ll come in to check on you in a bit, okay?”
The angel nodded meekly and headed off to his room, eyes not leaving the ground as he passed the younger hunter. Dean starred after him until he heard the door to his bedroom close, then he returned his gaze to his brother.
“Dean, what the hell happened?”
Dean gave his brother a once over, feeling a boulder settle into his stomach, how in the hell am I supposed to tell you?
Sam took a step closer, noticing the look in his brothers’ eye, “are you okay? Did something happen?”
You’d never forgive him…
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They all fell quiet, listening to the intense banging coming from their hotel neighbours. Sam rolled his eyes and got up from the table. This wasn’t what he pictured when Gabriel had invited him on a romantic get away. For one, Dean and Cas came, which, wasn’t completely surprising, Sam just thought he’d get some… alone time with his boyfriend.
But, they had been stuck in the room practically all week – the weather turned as soon as they checked in – apparently a tornado warning had been issued when they were in the sky. The hotel was too paranoid to let the guests try to leave, spewing something about ‘it’s safer in your rooms’, Sam snorted at that, safer in a high-rise?
For such a fancy hotel, there wasn’t all that much to do. Not like any of them had really packed any board games, either – if he knew they would be stuck inside for seven days straight, he would’ve packed something other then a bathing suit.
And condoms. Don’t forget the condoms, Sammich.
He rolled his eyes at the interruption, yes, of course, and those. The giant starred out the sliding glass door, it doesn’t even look that cloudy…
This newest game wasn’t even that good. They discovered early on that they were sharing the wall with newly-weds. Which again, wouldn’t have been so bad, except that they have sex.
They couldn’t go more then an hour without doing it. They didn’t even slow down when the tornado warning was issued – the warning actually seemed to make them go at it more frequently. I guess if they think they might die… Gabriel and Dean had concocted the game out of sheer boredom one night – we can hear through the wall anyway, Sammich – they all bet on how long the guy would last. Sam didn’t know what was wrong with him, aside from the obvious, but the banging on the wall – and thus, their sessions – had been getting increasingly shorter. Last session they had was somewhere under five minutes.
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“Last time I saw you was in that-”
“Porno I left you?” Gabriel smirked before jumping up to sit on the table, unwrapping a Mars bar, “I remember. You did good, Sammich, shoving my bro back in his box. I was impressed.”
Sam eyed the entity, slowly closing the distance, angel blade behind his back, “We thought you were dead.”
“I went into hiding,” he slipped off the counter, eyeing the hunter, “if there’s one thing having Luci as a sibling had taught me, it’s to never get in his way when he’s throwing a tantrum. Better to tuck tail and run until he blows off his steam.”
“So you’ve been in hiding…” the pair were now only a few feet apart, “but you knew what had happened? Watched us get him back in the box? Watched the Leviathan? You sat back as Metatron-” the giant huffed with rage, running a hand through his hair in frustration, “Idly sat by while the angels fell? How many lives could you have saved if we knew you were alive?”
“Whoa, Sammich,” Gabriel placed his hands on his shoulders, “Relax. This wasn’t why I came back.”
“Then why’re you here? Why reveal yourself-”
He cut himself off as the angel touched his head.
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Originally From: 15.09.04
Written On: 18.01.24
Gabriel felt his fury bubble in his chest, “Did you really think I wasn’t going to come here?”
The blonde sighed, before plopping himself down on the couch, “You really don’t get it, do you?” he blew out a low whistle, “Damn, Gabriel, I knew you were stupid, but c’mon.”
What is he talking about? “What don’t I get, Winchester?”
He smirked, shaking his head, “You guys are really just babies with wings, aren’t ya?”
Gabriel took a deep breath, getting pissed isn’t going to get us anywhere, “What are you talking about? What am I missing?”
He chuckled, turning the T.V. on, “Did you even bother to ask Sam what was up?”
“Of course I did, what do you think-”
“I’m not big on that touchy-feely shit, but even I know when he needs a drink and a shoulder.”
A shoulder? Gabriel eyed the Winchester, “I better get back,” he flashed out without another word.
Dean looked to the no-longer-there-angel, “You’re welcome, Jack-Ass.”
He scanned the room, Sam? You here?
“Yeah, I’m up here.”
The angel ignored the hurt in his heart at the depressed tone, he started up the stairs, you feeling better?
Yeah, I guess…
Gabriel swallowed, i-it’s fine if you need more space, he paused outside the bedroom door, do you want me to leave?
“No, it’s fine,” the door opened, the giants’ eyes were red and puffy, you were crying?
“I’m fine,” he wrapped the angel up in a hug, “I-I’m sorry about before, I didn’t think-”
“Sam, it’s fine. You don’t have to explain. If you don’t want me to know, you don’t have to tell me.”
“No, it’s not that,” he walked them over to the bed, “I just…” he turned his gaze to the ground, “I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“Tell me what, Hotpants?”
The giant threw his head back and laughed. Gabriel swore his heart fluttered at the sight, there’s the Sammy I know. The energy in the whole room seemed to shift after that, the giant looming cloud of sadness seemed to dissipate.
Sam took a deep breath after a moment and brought his eyes back to the angel, “Hotpants?”
Gabriel shrugged, “You don’t like?”
He shook his head, “No, no, I just… that was unexpected.”
“Hey, I know the brand of stupid you need to make you feel better.”
“Yeah,” the giant sighed, “thanks, Gabe.”
“Of course,” he stood, heading over to the bathroom, “Now, c’mon.”
Sam eyed the angel, not moving, why?
Gabriel winked, “Since when can a shower with me not fix something?”
The smile that didn’t reach his eyes hurt the angel more than it should’ve. I thought for sure he’d go for that… okay, Plan B.
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The blonde lost his grip on the doll and both it and the raven haired man went crashing against the shelf. Dean winced when snowglobes went crashing to the floor as it began to tip over.
“Oh, c’mon!” he watched as the falling shelf caused a domino-like chain reaction, sending each shelf after it crashing toward the ground.
Cas starred wide-eyed as the scene unfolded, mouth slightly agape. Dean pulled the angel by the sleeve toward the door, failing to suppress the blush that was creeping up his neck.
“Shut up and move,” he pulled on the sleeve harder, practically dragging the shorter man behind him.
A moment later they burst through the doors, the bite of cold air making the blonde’s eyes water. He wiped at them hastily as he scanned the parking lot for their car. He found it after what felt like forever and started toward it, knuckles growing white around the others’ wrist. He all but shoved Cas toward the passenger side before making his way around to the drivers’ side.
He climbed in with a huff before starting the engine, “Don’t tell Sammy.”
“Sammich, hurry up!”
“You could help y’know,” Sam flicked his eyes up from the present in front of him to the angel splayed out on the couch.
“Pfft, please,” the shorter man shot up and leaned over the arm, “we both know it would go ten times slower if I helped.”
“Not if you actually helped, instead of tying me up with the ribbons,” he taped the last corner before carefully placing it in the shopping bag that held the others.
“You can’t blame me for that,” Gabriel turned around so he was hanging upside down, “this is so boring.”
“You didn’t have to come, y’know,” the giant began packing the wrapping paper and tape away.
The brunette frowned and tilted his head to the side, “Would you rather be alone?”
Sam scoffed as he got to his feet, grabbing the shopping bag, legs tingling from being crossed so long, “Not like this is any better.”
Gabriels’ frown deepened and he lowered his eyes to the floor, “Am I really that bad?”
Sam half smiled before making his way to him, leaning down to press a kiss to his exposed neck, “Yes. But if you weren’t I wouldn’t have nearly as much fun.”
He smiled up at the giant and watched as he hid the shopping bag in the hall closet, “You think this is fun, you should wait until you see what I got you for Christmas.”
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