Title: New Day Rising
Author: scyllaya
Artist: lynndyre
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Gabriel/Dean, OCs
Warning(s): graphic sexual content, mentions of past major character deaths, depressed!Dean, some H/C, umm… spiders?
Spoiler(s): none, AU
Word Count: ~ 26 400
Summary: Dean's life does not look good at all, and that's putting it mildly. He's lost everything that he ever cared for. He's tired of his life, frankly, he's tired of everything, but things are about to change beyond his imagination. He needs to learn that the world is not the place he believed it to be, and that there is still more to life for him than just guilt and misery. It all starts with an unexpected one-night stand, and a new job at a strange music shop, with an even stranger owner.
Beta: uliamos
Author's Notes: I'd like to thank first of all my dear beta uliamos for her work and my awesome artist lynndyre who came up with such creative fanart for my fic. Thank you both.
And as always, I am very grateful my twitter and tumblr followers who are kind enough to put up with my writer rants, I thank you all.
Written for the 2012 debriel-mini at Livejournal.
Chapter One
x-x-x
The thing about Dean was that no matter what he did or didn't do, people saw him as a bad guy. Not the "bad boy" version girls fell for either, but the "actually dangerous and most likely violent" version. It was a load of bullshit. Sure, he played the tough guy part for most of his life, but he could always rely on his charming smile and easy laugh to fall back on when he wanted to show a kinder side. Not so much nowadays.
It's not like he didn't want to flirt and joke around, smile with ease or laugh until his stomach hurt, but… he just couldn't. Not for a long time now. So with all that easy air gone, his disarming charm tucked away so deep that even he didn't know where it was, people tended to be weary around him. He was 6'1, had plenty of muscle on his frame, wore mostly leather jackets and drove a big black '67 Chevy Impala, add a dark expression and people immediately didn't like being around him. Oh yeah, and there was that scar next to his eye, just to make his "image" complete.
And to be fair, there were enough dark spots in his past for him to believe that he deserved the weary looks and suspicious whispers. He hurt people – people who very much deserved it though – and committed enough pity crimes to be just one step away from prison. It was mostly luck – and a great lawyer – he could thank, that he never found himself behind bars. It didn't matter why he did any of it though, he had his reasons, he had his duties, it had to be done, he was not ashamed. He was mostly just tired, more tired than anyone ever had any reason to be on their 30th birthday.
He lost count of how many drinks he had ordered already and he really didn't care. The alcohol burned down his throat just the right way, Dean knew it wouldn't burn away the pain or purify him of anything, but it felt good. His muscles relaxed slightly after a while and he could shove down most of his dark thoughts as well. Lately, this was the only way he could do that. Hell, maybe he's gonna manage to sleep for more than a few hours tonight, that would be an awesome birthday present.
His glass was empty again. He contemplated whether to order another one or just get the hell out and buy a full bottle at some liquor store. He was pretty sure the patrons of the bar would prefer the latter option. Before he could decide a glass was put down in front of him. Dean looked up and found himself staring at a smile. It kinda startled him, even if he knew his face didn't betray that. The smile belonged to a man with dirty gold hair and – maybe it was just the lights in the bar – almost golden looking eyes, mid-thirties maybe, or a bit older, it was hard to tell. Dean didn't notice him inside earlier, not that he paid much attention after he had sat down, so the guy must've arrived after him. He didn't look out of place in his jeans, plaid shirt and denim jacket. He was holding another glass in his hand. Dean looked at him for a very long moment, but the smile didn't vanish and the guy didn't look intimidated, Dean wasn't even sure whether he wanted to intimidate the guy or he just stared in surprise.
'You look like someone who could use another drink and even maybe some company,' the guy said. His voice and tone were light and cheerful, Dean wondered if he was maybe drunk, but his eyes were clear and sharp as glass, so that was not it.
'You're right about the drink,' Dean replied. The guy chuckled and slid the glass closer to him before sitting down at the small table.
'My company is the bonus,' he smirked. Dean just looked at him for another moment before picking the glass up. 'So… what's the occasion?' the guy asked after taking a sip from his own drink.
'Why do you think there is one?' Dean asked in return.
'One can always find one,' the guy answered with a shrug. 'But call it a hunch, I think you already have a reason.'
'Several,' Dean said.
'Pick one, I happen to be searching for a reason to drink.'
Dean thought about that, but thinking about all the reasons why he was sitting in this bar alone, downing drink after drink just made him want to continue until he was unconscious. He didn't want to think about it, so he settled for the simplest answer.
'It's my birthday,' he said with a tone that was the complete opposite of enthusiastic. It's not like he ever cared about birthdays, well maybe as a kid, but he could not remember many happy occasions there either.
The guy's smile widened predictably.
'Well, if that ain't a perfect reason to drink, I never heard one,' he said. 'To your health, mate,' he raised his glass and downed at least half of it in one go. He licked his thin lips after he put the glass down again and smiled. 'Name's Gabriel by the way,' he said and leaned forward to offer his hand. Dean was still slightly confused by the guy's sudden appearance, but hey, he bought him a drink.
'Dean,' he told him and took hold of Gabriel's hand to shake it. The other's grip was firm and warm, welcoming, just like his whole demeanor and body language. It was strange. People just didn't join him or started talking to him at bars, not anymore.
'So Dean, celebrating your birthday alone is completely unacceptable,' Gabriel said next. Dean raised his eyebrows and looked at him. 'But, you are a lucky man, my friend, because I happen to be free… and completely bored.'
'Look pal, I'm-'
'No, listen up,' Gabriel interrupted him. 'What's the alternative? You get a few more drinks here, or a bottle somewhere else, then go to bed, assumingly all by yourself.'
Dean took another large gulp from his drink at those words.
'Or, there's me,' the other offered with a smile. 'I've been told I'm an entertaining company.' Gabriel leaned forward again, resting his elbows on the tabletop. 'Besides, the beauty of drinking with strangers is that you know nothing about them, and they don't know anything about you… don't you find that… liberating?'
'Never heard that one before,' Dean said. In his book, strangers were usually marked as possibly dangerous or troublesome. He was taught from an early age to be weary of other people and he didn't mean the "don't talk to strangers" warning all kids learnt, more like the "shoot first, ask questions later" mantra. Looking at Gabriel though, he was shorter than Dean, less muscular, although that was hard to tell, with him still wearing his jacket. He looked, for all intents and purposes, relatively harmless. Not completely harmless, Dean never made the mistake to think someone to be completely harmless, unless he had proof of it. There was a confidence in Gabriel's body he picked up on, not to mention his eyes. Definitely not the 9 to 5 guy with a job at the office, but Dean had a hard time guessing what kind of guy he was instead. He had the guts to just stroll over to Dean and offer him a drink and company, so there had to be more to him than what he looked like.
'So what do you say?' Gabriel asked. 'How about you forget all your worries for the night?'
Dean still tried to figure him out, but there was nothing suspicious about him, besides the fact that he wanted to spend time with him of all people, that was weird.
'Let me get you another drink, and in the meantime you can decide whether I'm actually as entertaining company as I claim to be,' Gabriel offered with a raised eyebrow. Dean huffed and downed his current drink. Well, why the hell not, it's not like he couldn't take care of himself. Besides, free booze, that was always a plus.
'Sure, what the hell,' he answered and Gabriel grinned widely at his response. Weird guy.
x-x-x
'C'mon Dean-o… say it,' Gabriel purred in low voice, but Dean didn't really listen, the blood was rushing in his ears too loudly, his heartbeat was up in an erratic height too. How the hell was he supposed to pay attention to anything but the warm and wet feel of Gabriel's mouth, which thankfully engulfed him again after the words were whispered onto his sensitive skin. He didn't get it, he had blowjobs before, plenty, he could always keep it together, enjoy the pleasure with a reasonably clear head. So what was it about Gabriel that made his mouth dry, his skin hot, and turned his mind into a big pile of goo? He had no idea, and he didn't have the brain capacity to think about it. He was kinda drunk, but that wouldn't have explained it, he wasn't that drunk. Oh, the fact that Gabriel seemed to do to him all the things he liked, when he liked it, and how he liked it, might've something to do with it.
Dean was still standing, somehow, his jeans down at his ankles, his bare legs trembling while trying desperately to hold him up. The wooden door at his back was still cool, and the frame gave him something to hold onto, a bit. Wet fingers teased his hole, again. They were not where he wanted them to be, where they were before, but Gabriel was a merciless tease and pulled them out now and again, much to Dean's frustration. The fact that Gabriel dipped his fingers down there almost as soon as Dean's jeans were open was surprising and arousing at the same time. Most people would never peg him for a bottom; he was big and bulky and sorta "macho and tough" looking. Most guys he's been with were eager to spread their legs or lift their asses up for him, wanting a good hard fuck from someone tall and strong like Dean. Sex was sex and he usually rolled with it, even if it didn't leave him half as satisfied as he wanted to be. Gabriel though… holy fucking shit, just pressed him to the door the second they were inside and took charge in a way Dean didn't even notice. By the time his mind caught up with him, reminding him of the vulnerable position he was getting into, the pleasure was enough to chase all such thoughts away.
Fingers were digging into his hip, surprisingly strong, keeping him in place, the other hand was still between his legs, stroking his sensitive balls, then dipping behind them to rub and tease at the already loosened muscle there. Gabriel's mouth was hot and tight and perfect and suddenly gone… again. His wet dick hit the cool air of the room, making him miss the slick heat terribly right away. Dean groaned in displeasure, and his hand dug into Gabriel's shoulder hard. Gabriel chuckled in a quiet way at the sound he made and licked at the underside of his cock again, a slow and deliberate lick that ended on the crown, teasing at the slit. Dean moaned again.
'Come on, Dean,' Gabriel breathed again and two of his fingers slipped inside of him with relative ease. Dean wanted to spread his legs wider reflexively, but with his jeans and boots still on, he couldn't. The fingers slid inside completely and Gabriel started to move them, in and out, his pace was not slow, but not fast enough either. Dean's hips pushed down on the fingers without his consent in search for more. What the hell was it about Gabriel that made him lose control this much? He was writhing and moaning like some cheap slut, just because of two fingers and Gabriel's hot delicious mouth and very talented tongue. The fingers moved inside him and Dean choked on a loud moan when they brushed the spot he really wanted to be touched inside, but again… Gabriel was a fucking tease and didn't give him what he so obviously wanted. Dean moved his hips as much as he could in Gabriel's grip, but it was not enough. His dick was hard and leaking, his body open and wet and willing… wanting, and he was still being teased, trapped by the door, almost bound in his own clothes.
'Can't we go to bed? Fuck….' he managed to say.
'Oh… bed you say?' Gabriel answered, his fingers moving constantly, he was spreading and twisting them around, but avoiding Dean's prostate still. 'And what should I do with you there?' he asked. 'Get you on your hands and knees? I bet you like to get it like that.'
Dean's mind supplied the mental image for that one immediately, if he could get any harder, he would.
'Or maybe you like being on your back more,' Gabriel mused conversationally. 'Legs spread wide, exposed… you could actually watch the way you're being filled.'
Gabriel leaned in close to slide his lips up and down on his dick again, just a little tease, just to keep him hard and excited. Not that he needed the extra touch with the kind of words that were spilling from Gabriel's lips. Some noise escaped Dean again, and Gabriel did press down onto the bundle of nerves inside him as a reply, which just made the small noise into a full-blown moan.
'Or maybe you'd like to ride me… what do you say, Dean-o? Do you want that? Pleasure me with your body; use my cock to pleasure yourself.'
Dean's brain short-circuited for quite a few moments after that. His eyes snapped open when he felt the fingers pull out again and the next noise that came out of his mouth was something frighteningly similar to a whine. He looked down at the man in front of him and just panted as the golden eyes stared back at him. There was a wicked smile tugging at Gabriel's lips and a glint in his strange coloured eyes he couldn't identify.
'Say it, Dean… say it, and I'm giving you what you want… come on,' the man said, not taking his eyes off of him. Dean could pretend not to know what he wanted, but he did. He was not the kind of guy to say such things during sex, especially not with a one-night-stand, but fuck Gabriel was pushing all his buttons in all the right ways and he wanted more, he wanted to be filled and taken apart, it's been so long, and fucking hell he just wanted to be fucked so badly at this point. He hesitated for only a moment, but then the sight of Gabriel so close to his straining cock broke his resolve and he just didn't care. If that's what Gabriel got off on, he could have it.
'I want you… I'm yours,' he said, licking his dry lips. 'I belong to you… take me.'
Gabriel grinned wolfishly and gripped his hips with both hands to tug him down to the floor. Dean didn't even notice that his shoes and jeans were off already, not now when he was finally given what he craved.
x-x-x
