I apparently wrote crack. I never write crack, only angst, so this is something of a shock to my system. I think it's a pre-convention high before the post convention low. I was on FMyLife (because I was bored and uninspired) and one of the FML's inspired me. People who've read Diversus Vicis will recognise Hecate, those who haven't don't need to worry overly. I just don't seem to be able to write Gabriel without her at the moment and it's a failing but I like Hecate. Also given Gabriel's state of alive this is a blatant AU, because I hate that the little guy died and I want to keep him.
Disclaimer: I tidied my room today in the hopes that I would find the paperwork that states that I own them. I didn't find it, but when I do rest assured that certain insinuations in this fic would come to pass regularly.
Try It.
The apocalypse-that-almost-happened has been over for six weeks. During that time Team Free Will, otherwise known as Crowley's Morons, and a couple of extras have been living at Bobby's place and resting up before returning to their usual stress filled lives. Given that the extra guests are Gabriel and a rather attractive female friend of his relaxation is a little hard to come by.
"I'm just saying that you should try it," Gabriel is saying to her as Dean stumbles fresh from the shower into the kitchen one morning. Sam is already there, head resting on his arms in a pose that could either be him asleep or in despair, and Castiel is still in bed. Dean rubs blearily at one eye as he reaches for the coffee and pours a cup full, half listening to the conversation as he ambles to the table and nudges his brother's shoulder.
"And I'm saying 'no'," Hecate responds in her gravelly voice, flipping black red hair over her shoulder and rolling her eyes as her lips curl, "it's disgusting."
"You'll never know until you try," the archangel presses.
"Try what?" Dean asks, knowing full well that he probably does not want to know by the way that Sam groans from his safe cocoon of arms and table.
"Anal sex," Hecate hisses, whole realms of distaste being placed in just those two words and her tanned arms folding lightly over her chest as she removes her feet from Gabriel's lap.
"Trust me, it feels awesome," the hunter says it before he really thinks about it, big grin plastered over his face as Sam's head pops up from the table and the other two occupants of the kitchen stare at him.
"How the hell would you know that?" Gabriel asks, eyes narrowed. Panic sets in as the elder Winchester realises what he has just revealed.
"I'm not gay," Dean protests hurriedly as Castiel enters, sweat pants riding low on his hips and a satisfied smile on his face.
"You keep telling yourself that," the former angel smiles as he leans in and kisses his hunter. There is a moment of silence at the table.
"Told you he'd bottom," Gabriel says finally, "pay up, Hecate."
And the FML: "Today my boyfriend kept trying to convince me to do anal with him. After denying him several times he told me: "Why? It feels good, trust me." I asked him how he would know. There was a long awkward pause and then "I'm not gay, I swear." FML"
Artemis