A bunch of snapshots set in an AT, where the apocalypse was averted, Sam didn't fall in to the cage and Gabriel was resurrected. Established Gabriel/Sam and Crowley/Bobby, eventual Castiel/Dean. This is essentially a place for me to kill off my plot bunnies or head canons.
Most will be humour. Some romance thrown in.
Warnings for strong language, frank discussions of a sexual nature, and maybe sexual content in later chapters.
"How's the celestial lover?" Dean grinned, uncapping a bottle of beer. Sam rolled his eyes, lowering his book.
"Insatiable. How's the unresolved sexual tension?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Gabriel popped in to the kitchen, grinning as he unwrapped a candy bar; "come on Dean-O. Just nail my brother already, you know he wants to."
"Should you really be pimping him out?"
"It's hardly pimping! What monetary gain do I get? All I get out of it is less awkward situation and Cas to stop moaning to me."
"Whatever... No one asked you anyway."
"Sammy cares."
"Only if Cas' complaining cuts in on your blasphemous sex."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're thinking about having your own blasphemous sex with Cassie!"
"Hey, all sex I have is blasphemous. Angel of the Lord or not."
Sam sighed; "I'm sad to be able to say that's true."
Gabriel grinned; "how about I set you and my baby bro up on a date?"
"No thanks. Like I've said a million times before, I don't have the hots for your brother."
Before anything else could be said, Dean marched out of the kitchen. Gabe rolled his eyes and began carding his fingers through Sam's hair.
"Your brother's a terrible liar."
"At least you can disappear when they start eye-fucking!"
"Don't worry. I have a plan."