A Taste of Strawberries

Chapter 1: A Date With My New Girlfriend

Written by OpheliacAngel

Dean/Gabriel

Genre: Romance/Family

Song Featured: My verse is named after Alana Grace's "Black Roses Red". Lyrics are from Type O Negative's "My Girlfriend's Girlfriend".

"Black Roses Red" verse: This is the 1st fic in the collection. Dean & Gabriel love each other, even if they're hard-pressed to show it at times. One thing the archangel so much wants to change is Dean's remarkable ability to doubt himself, his mentality that he doesn't deserve to be saved. He will show him just how much he means to the world and to him. Gabriel is on a mission to turn Dean's black roses red.

Summary: Written as a request from Mithya Aviana Cailin, who asked for Girl!Dean & Gabriel. Thanks for the great idea! Dean wakes up not quite feeling like himself. He thinks Gabriel's to blame, he just doesn't know how wrong he is.

A/N: I promised myself that I'd chill out a little on the angst, considering my last Dabriel story. But alas, I am an angst girl, so while this story may not be completely angsty, there is some angst, but then it turns to fluff and it should be all good after that. Add that to the fact that it turned out so much longer than I actually expected. That's what happens when Dean and Gabriel steal my heart & soul. Anyway, enough of my chattering, Enjoy :D

Word: Blush

XxXx

~It's no secret we're close

As sweaty velcro

Like latex, fur and feather

Stuck together now~

XxXx

He felt… weird. Not in a painful way, like he just got shot and didn't notice it while hunting a werewolf last night with Sam. He just felt strange, like he wasn't himself or something.

He groaned at the oppressive sunlight forcing him to wake up as he lay in bed. Dean sat up and looked over at Sam's snoring form on the bed, completely oblivious to what was going on with his brother. Hell, was anything even going on with him? With that final thought, Dean Winchester headed into the bathroom and looked up into the mirror.

He knew what he had expected to see, a slightly disheveled and grumpy, but relatively sexy looking version of himself. Not exactly on top of his game with his shuffling feet, color drained face, and minor dark circles under the eyes, but still him, still Dean Winchester. He wanted, needed to see a man, with short spiky hair and masculine features.

He didn't like that he didn't see that. He didn't like it at all.

"Gabriel!"

He knew this was his doing, thought playing games with him was fun and relatively harmless. Half the time Dean ended up humiliated and barely able to hold back the tears. He hated that Gabriel had that much of an effect on him. Gabriel had promised him he would stop, he hated it when Dean was depressed and withholding sex from him. But apparently the archangel, his archangel, was bored again. And he was really really sick and tired of this bullshit.

"Goddamn it, Gabriel! Get down here!"

Sam's voice drifted in from the bedroom, "Dean? What's going on?"

He felt bad that he completely forgot Sam was asleep, but he was shocked, shocked beyond belief at the face that stared back at him in the mirror, the body he saw. He would scream his lungs out if it would make Gabriel get down there.

"Sam, don't come in here!"

His little brother's tired voice suddenly changed into one of confusion and curiosity. Shit. He couldn't let Sam see him like this, he would never live it down.

"Just go back to bed, Sam!"

"What? Why?"

Sam appeared in the doorway and Dean tried to hide, tried to run, but he wasn't quick enough. He couldn't take all this stress in one day, he could barely think straight. Dean also had no doubt that Sam would have noticed his dramatic changes no matter what speed he was running at, and he couldn't hide from him forever.

"Holy shit."

His little brother looked him up and down as if he were a circus freak, as if he had just sprouted ten legs or something. All Dean could do was stand there, looking uncomfortable. Actually, uncomfortable was a majorunderstatement. He was about ready to throttle Gabriel for his huge huge mistake.

Sam continued to look at him, in complete shock, until he burst out laughing. He ended up doubling over and fighting to maintain a somewhat upright position. Dean growled and slammed the door shut in his face.

"Guess you don't have to worry about being gay anymore, dude", Sam commented on the other side of the door when he had managed to calm down for the most part.

Dean hated this. He really hated this.

A few minutes went by before Sam spoke again, Dean had collapsed back on the toilet, afraid to look back into the mirror. He was practically shaking with rage and embarrassment. He honestly didn't know if he could forgive Gabriel for this. This was just beyond any measure of forgiveness.

"Dean? You still in there? Come on, man, just come out. You look fine."

"No, I don't, Sam."

"It's still you in there, Sam reassured him, you'll always be my big brother, no matter what."

He was gonna say, thanks Sammy, if not for his added words, "Well, big sister."

Then he started laughing again, causing Dean to retreat further into himself and check again to make sure the door was locked. There was no way he was going back out there to face Sam's scrutiny again. He had his pride, and his dignity, and his… manhood to maintain. He could stay in here for as long as he had to.

He told himself to buck up and look in the mirror again, to see if he saw that creature again. And there she was, he was, in all her, his glory.

The first thing to be noticed was the long, curly dirty brown hair that cascaded down his shoulders. It was so long, so real, so not him. His lips were big and pink, the exact kind he would have died for to see in a girl. But not on him, definitely not on him. His eyes were still hazel, but they seemed brighter, glowing, masked by long and thick eyelashes and ultra thin eyebrows. His cheeks had a reddish glow to them, and he sure as hell hoped he wasn't wearing any makeup. That was just too traumatic to bear.

Then down to his body. Oh no. he didn't even want to discuss that. There was no sane reason why breasts should be found anywhere on his body. They were medium sized, not huge thank god, no wonder he had felt awkward waking up. And his body was skinny, not in an anorexic way just that he didn't have much fat on him. And his muscles, his beloved muscles were completely gone. He wanted to cry like a girl at the loss of them, except it was made even more strange by the fact that he was technically a girl now. It was a miracle in itself that he hadn't shrunk in his height. He was already shorter than Sammy, anymore so would prove to be unbearable.

He found himself to be in the same clothes he usually wore, his leather jacket looking too big on him, but still good, and his worn out jeans hanging down a little too much for his liking. He adjusted his belt and then sat back down, ignoring Sam's off and on laughing.

"Fuck you, Gabriel. You come down here when I call."

Two seconds later, his brother's voice came in through the door, "Dean, Gabriel's here."

Dean yanked the door open and lunged.

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He had his hands on Gabriel and wanted to punch him so badly, but the archangel was too strong, taking control of his hands and pushing Dean away from him lightly. Dean stood there glaring at him, panting with so much pent up rage, revved up and ready to go for another round. He wouldn't be able to hurt Gabriel though. And this was the most frustrating of all, because Gabriel didn't want to hurt him either, he would just laugh at his failed attempts to attack him. Being in a relationship with an archangel wronged him in more ways than he could count. He wondered why he was still with him anyway.

Gabriel looked slightly amused, until he looked at his mate's body more closely, "Whoa, easy there, Dean…o."

Gabriel actually had his poker face on, which pissed Dean off to no end. There was nothing but shock and confusion written on his face, which only made Dean want to kill him more. He wasn't even going to admit to doing it, the bastard. He was just gonna stand there and act stupid. Well, Dean would just have to make it known how much of a mistake that really was.

"Turn me back, right now", he demanded, knowing all too well demanding anything of Gabriel was a lost cause.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"The hell you don't! You're the one that turned me into… he motioned down at his insanely wrong body, this… this… this chick!"

The shock was still on Gabriel's face, and Dean couldn't believe that he cared about him this little.

"This isn't funny, Gabriel. I'm through with all your bullshit. You wanna turn someone into a girl then do it to Sam. I'm surprised he wasn't born a girl as it is.

"Hey!" Sam butt in, looking over at Gabriel, as if he expected him to back him up.

"You seriously don't think this is funny?" He asked Gabriel incredulously.

"Of course I do, the archangel shot back, I'm just still trying to figure out why Dean thinks I did it."

Dean was left speechless. Gabriel didn't lie, well, usually he didn't. And if Gabriel really had turned him, Dean knew Gabriel wouldn't leave him hanging like this. He would laugh, or brag to Sam about his amazing abilities or something. But he would tell him.

"You're saying you didn't do this?"

"Well, if you had actually given me a chance to talk before almost slamming me against the nearest wall, then maybe you would have known that five minutes ago."

Dean put his head in his hands and dropped down onto the bed, "I actually kinda wish it had been you. Cause then we could fix this, then I wouldn't have to figure out who the fuck did this to me."

He didn't have the will to think about anything at the moment. If they had been hunting a witch last night, then maybe that would explain it all. Unfortunately, werewolves couldn't cast spells, no matter how much he wished they could. He had no leads, nothing at all to go on. So why bother thinking? Why not just leave it to Gabriel? He'd deal with it, if he did prove to love him as much as he said he did.

Gabriel walked over to him slowly and bent down on the ground, slipping a hand under his chin and tilting his head up. Big amber eyes bore holes into his own.

"We'll figure this out, Dean. It'll be okay. I'll fix this."

The only thing he had needed to hear. Gabriel wouldn't leave him hanging, and Dean had trust in him. He just hoped it would be enough.

"We'll fix this, Sam added, Gabriel's not the only one who misses the real you."

Dean sighed and nodded, continuing to gaze into his archangel's eyes, searching for hope and love. He found both.

XxXx

Gabriel certainly didn't take Dean's new look for granted. Apparently, he couldn't get enough of it. And it wasn't just a new look, he started to get hormones and all that other shit that he really shouldn't have to put up with. A day had gone by and already Gabriel was frustrating him, making him feel even more tense and embarrassed. He really needed to change back. He was a girl now and he was close to tears, and he didn't want to give Gabriel the satisfaction of holding him and wiping his tears away. He would be ruined forever.

"Shit Gabriel, lay off me."

Gabriel put his hands up and backed away from his previous position on the bed, where he had been playing with Dean's super long and super annoying hair.

"Just chill, Deanna. It's not like I'm fondling your breasts."

"Will you quit calling me that. And stop bringing attention to the fact that I'm a chick now. I can barely look at them let alone listening to you ramble on about playing with them."

"Stop criticizing them, Dean. They're gorgeous", he grinned.

Dean shot him a death glare and Gabriel only grinned wider.

"Besides, I can't call you Dean when we go out in public", he added.

"You can and you will. And who the hell said anything about going out?"

"I did. Listen, I don't know how long it's gonna take till we get you back to normal. And you can't stay cooped up in here the entire time."

How long it's gonna take? It's as if Gabriel actually wants me to stay a girl.

"Can and will."

The archangel crossed his arms, showing him he could be as stubborn as Dean was, maybe even more.

"Not if I have something to say about it."

"That's because you don't get a say, Gabriel."

He uncrossed his arms, "Goddamn it, Dean. I'm not gonna let you waste away in here and get all mopey on me. You're a girl now, and girls need to go out and have some fun. Unless you just want me to get lost and go to the best strip club I know in town."

"Don't you dare", Dean growled.

Gabriel was already halfway to the door, and Dean was halfway off the bed in an attempt to stop his actions, though figuring it wouldn't do much good. The door opened but then the archangel turned around to look back at Dean, whose eyes were pleading and frantic. It caused him to smile and walk back towards the human. He hated that Gabriel was a tricky son of a bitch at times, most of the time.

"Then you'll come with me."

"Not fair", Dean pouted, all too aware that he was acting and looking like a girl.

But he didn't care, he had no control over his new raging hormones. They would most likely prove to be the death of him in the nearby future.

"I know, Gabriel kissed his forehead sweetly, but I'm the guy and I'm calling the shots here."

Dean looked up at him, "You always were the dominant male, why the hell should it matter now?"

"Because this is the only chance I'm gonna get, Dean. You're a girl, which means I'm gonna treat you like one.

Oh no, that couldn't mean anything good. Just act natural, act cool and you'll be just fine. Gabriel won't be able to see through you, hopefully.

"As long as you don't open the door for me, we'll be fine."

"Can't promise that, Deano. Or rather, won't."

Dean really really wanted to strangle him.

XxXx

Dean really shouldn't have been surprised that Gabriel would take him out on a date. He was a girl now, and guys took girls out. And the archangel had said he would take him out. With a sinking feeling, Dean finally got what this meant. Gabriel wanted to spoil him, take him to a fancy restaurant, buy him expensive wine and all that shit. Maybe if he really was a girl, he'd be a little appreciative. But the fact was, he wasn't. Ye was Dean Winchester, not a girl, and so not into chick flick moments. No matter what gender he had so suddenly become.

The only way it wasn't a straight out date was because Sam was there with them. And for once, he was glad he was there. It meant Gabriel wasn't gonna try anything stupid, like kiss him with a million people watching or something. It was more than obvious though, that his brother wasn't happy. Every single second he sat in the chair across from them, he looked like he was ready to burst out of there at any moment. But good ol Sammy, he didn't, for Dean's sake.

It started out bad when his date actually opened the car door for him, embarrassing him beyond belief. And then he wrapped an arm around his waist, which did he mention was now far too skinny and swayed to the side a little too much for his liking. He just couldn't get comfortable in his new form, he felt too stretched out, too awkward. And it wasn't getting any easier the third day. Gabriel couldn't seem to keep his hands off of him, and it wasn't all because Dean was apparently so damn delectable, but more for the fact that numerous guys were watching Dean's every move and he wanted them to know Dean was his. No one else's. He owned him.

He hated it when Gabriel got all possessive on him. He wasn't a toy. He wasn't Gabriel's toy.

Dean wanted to push away, get back in his pala and leave, but Gabriel wouldn't allow that. And he just could not allow the possibility of him keeping his promise and going to a strip club. Dean had the inability to see when his archangel was actually joking, and for all he knew, Gabriel would hurt him that way if he didn't back down. He had his suspicions how much his stubbornness pissed Gabriel off, how much of it he probably suppressed. Dean didn't want to push him too much.

So he sucked it up and let his archangel lead him into some fancy French restaurant, Sam following close behind, watching them with slight amusement. Dean had not a doubt in his mind that his little brother looked more like their bodyguard than anything. He was dressed in some flashy suit that Gabriel gave him, and the archangel had also given Dean something as well, something that couldn't look more ridiculous on him. It was a low cut and strikingly short and flashy red dress that featured black sequins at the top and white lace at the bottom, accented with these red high heels he couldn't even walk in. It was beyond girly. And he hated Gabriel for it. He hadn't given him much of a choice either, in fact it was either that dress or nothing.

That was how Gabriel worked, something Dean was still trying to get using to. If that archangel didn't get his way with Dean, there would be hell to pay. And Dean would be the one suffering, the one begging Gabriel for it to stop. He drove him straight into the ground at numerous occasions, and it wasn't like Sam was there to help him. Most of the time he sided with the damn archangel.

He didn't appreciate what Gabriel was trying to do at all. He hated the way he was looking at him, dressing him up like a doll. This wasn't him and his boyfriend didn't seem to care. If anything, he was reveling in Dean's distress. This was all too much to bear.

They took a seat smack dab in the middle of the place, clearly because Gabriel wanted to show off his new girlfriend. Dean spent much of the time looking down at the menu, which he couldn't understand at all, avoiding every single man's gaze in the room. Gabriel ordered for him and Sam ordered some random dish that he could hardly pronounce. Overall, it was looking to be a terrible night. And Gabriel seemed more than oblivious to that fact.

Even their waiter gave him a wink and attempted to flirt. It was all he could do not to burst out of his seat and throw up in the bathroom. Just because he was dating Gabriel didn't mean he was into guys. No freaking way. In fact, the only thing that made it bearable was seeing Gabriel fuming with boiling to the surface rage. Dean found that hilarious, seeing how something so minor could set Gabriel off so quickly. It also scared him though, he wondered exactly what Gabriel was willing to do for him. What wouldn't he do?

The candles were lit on their table, and the rose petals shimmered in the firelight. It was actually beautiful, and Dean found himself looking across the table at Gabriel. His honey eyes glowed in the darkness surrounding them, and he looked so beautiful with the flickering lights accentuating his features. His eyes were transfixed on Dean, and the human became mesmerized. Spellbound.

One major fact suddenly came to smack him in the face: Gabriel was his, Gabriel wanted to be his for the small cost of allowing Dean to be his. The archangel sitting across the table from him and staring at him, loved him, cherished him, wanted to give the world to him. And he was taking that for granted.

He did love Gabriel, it was just hard to show it at times, being Dean Winchester and all. But he did love him.

Even if Dean were into guys he would deny them all. Gabriel was good enough, and he was plenty to handle. And more than anything, Gabriel loved him as much as Dean did.

But that still didn't make this situation okay.

Gabriel looked extremely pleased with himself, but then he finally noticed how uncomfortable his date still was.

"Dean, what's wrong?"

He glared up at him from the menu he had forbidden the waiter to take, ignoring his boyfriend's beauty for the moment, "What's wrong? Gabriel, you take me to some fancy ass restaurant whose food I've never had cause to eat, and you expect me to wear this insane dress and act like I'm your girl? No fucking way."

The archangel struggled to maintain his composure, aware of everyone in there staring at the two of them.

"Dean, he warned, forcing a smile through his teeth, it's for one night. Just deal, okay?"

"Whatever, he gave the menu another look, knowing ignoring Gabriel would piss him off, and stared at the extensive list of cheesecakes.

"If it's any consolation, you look beautiful", Gabriel took Dean's hand and kissed it, causing Dean to blush, which was way out of his control, do not ask, and yank it away.

Sam laughed and Dean hid his face behind the menu again, ignoring the both of them.

"You're one lucky girl, Deanna."

He smacked his brother with the only form of protection he had, "Shut up, Sam."

But he only laughed harder, leading Dean to sigh louder.

"Dean, look at me. I said, look at me."

Gabriel took Dean's face in his hands.

"I can complain to the waiter if you're being abusive, the eldest Winchester told him, I'm sure he'll be more than willing to take me away. I'll make his night, I bet."

He pushed Dean's face away and crossed his arms in frustration. He actually looked about ready to give up and just give in to Dean's demands. Nope, probably not gonna happen knowing Gabriel.

"Unbelievable. I try to do something nice for you, and all you do is shove it back in my face."

He leaned forward, "This isn't me, Gabriel! I'm not a freaking girl!"

"Only that you are", Sam added, and Dean wanted to hit him again for getting into the conversation that he sure as hell didn't belong in.

"I really hate this", Dean growled.

Gabriel leaned forward to take Dean's hand again, "I love you. I wanna treat you right, is that so much to ask?"

As if that justified anything.

"Please Gabriel, just let me go home."

He wanted to sink down into a bed, curl up into his archangel, and just sleep the whole nightmare away. Gabriel didn't have the slightest clue how freaked out he was. And Dean didn't understand why he wouldn't just let him leave, it wasn't like he didn't want Gabriel there. He was the only one that made this whacked out transformation bearable for him.

"To that piece of shit room we share in that motel? No way. You're enjoying yourself tonight, Dean. And so am I, staring at you."

Dean blushed a little again, damn it!, and Gabriel laughed, kissing him on the lips, which was heaven he had to admit, and then leaning back in his chair to stare at him again. Sam watched them with wide and fascinated eyes, witnessing a rare and beautiful and oh my god so girly moment between his brother and Gabriel. He wasn't gonna spoil it, he'd kick himself for doing that.

The food actually wasn't that bad, and Gabriel had ended up politely asking for a beer for Dean, which they shared together. Luckily, that simple gesture helped to ease a little of the tension between them. Sam was pretty much silent for the remainder of the dinner, and the other two barely noticed him. Dean and Gabriel were lost in each other's eyes, feeding each other occasionally and engaging in mindless chitchat. Sam smiled a little, content his brother wasn't complaining anymore. The two were really adorable together, especially with Dean as a chick.

Gabriel ended up ordering a tiramisu cheesecake for dessert, since there was no pie, and Sam watched with a mouth fully opened in shock as he fed Dean mouthfuls of it. Dean leaned across the table to kiss him slowly, for an unbelievable amount of time, to the point where the other occupant was starting to feel very nervous and had to clear his throat to break that nervousness. They pulled away, still staring at each other, and Gabriel quickly paid the bill, leading the other two outside.

"So, Sam wondered as he settled into the backseat, where are we going next?"

"Well, Gabriel turned around to face him, I'm driving, so it's gonna be a surprise."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Just drive before I push you out of my car."

"The girl doesn't get to drive, Deano. She's too delicate."

"If you say that again, I will punch your lights out."

Sam and Gabriel laughed simultaneously, the former finding it adorable that that came out of his big brother's, big sister's mouth, sounding so girly, and the latter wanting to lean over and attack him with kisses.

But he didn't, he started up Dean's baby and settled back in the driver's seat, taking off to their next secret destination.

XxXx

He wanted to take Dean to see something beautiful. He had been wanting to for a while, and he didn't know why, but the urge hit him like a block of cement now that he was a girl. Maybe because girls should be made over, spoiled, and Dean just didn't know how truly beautiful he looked. Gabriel wanted to make Dean feel special, in every way possible.

That was why he took him to see the sun set.

They drove up high in the mountains, as high as they could go to get the best view. Dean was growing more impatient by the second, but Gabriel didn't care, if it took him hours to get Dean to see this he would do it.

They got there barely in time, as the first rays of gold illuminated the darkening sky, and Gabriel took Dean's hand as they crawled onto the roof of the Impala, the former's arm wrapping around his human and pulling him close, warming him as the wind brought a strong chill straight to them. Sam pulled out a few beers from the back and joined them, taking a sip and lying down on his back to gaze up at the sky's transformation. It was beautiful, especially as high up as they were, where they could breathe the strong fresh air and wallow away in their own thoughts. They were completely alone up there, and it felt nice, like the world's burdens weren't placed on their shoulders for that night alone.

It took a while for his brother to get comfortable, shifting around and pulling down his dress constantly, pushing his hair back as it got in his way, which was always.

"I'm cold, Gabriel. Why the hell are we up here anyway?"

Gabriel pulled him closer and kissed his cheek, knowing not to take Dean's complaints too seriously. He knew his hunter loved this, stargazing and watching the proof of a day come to a close and the next begin. What Dean really meant was, I'm cold but thanks for this. So Gabriel tuned out the rest of the bullshit and focused on that.

He shrugged his suit jacket off and wrapped it around his lover's shaking shoulders, tipping the beer into his mouth to warm him, "Just suck it up and enjoy the night, Dean."

His human smiled a little and that gave Gabriel the proof that he was doing the right thing. Even though it was pretty stupid to have Dean out here at this time of night, in a low cut dress with no sleeves to properly keep him warm. Oh well, he'd just have to hope his arms would be enough.

He made a move to pull Dean into his arms, and he relented, scooting further away from Sam to better position himself against Gabriel's front, his warmth seeping through his shirt and warming Dean up sufficiently. The archangel grinned as he placed his head on top of Dean's, engulfing him tightly in his arms and winking over at Sam, who shook his head in amazement and stared at the dark purple the sky had now become.

"You guys even start investigating or anything?" Dean mumbled, exhaustion taking him fast because of a lack of sufficient sleep the last few days.

Neither of the two said no, not wanting to piss Dean off when he looked so content against Gabriel, ready to fall into the sleep he needed.

"I'm gonna say no then."

"Dean…" Gabriel started.

"Don't, just don't worry about it and let me sleep."

The archangel kissed his forehead and stroked lightly down his arms and legs, brushing his hair back and breathing in the scent of it, the strawberry shampoo Gabriel had bought for him and forced him to use. He suddenly felt really guilty. He had been planning all these things to do with Dean the last few days, as if now that he was a girl everything just abruptly changed. He completely forgot about the fact that Dean wanted to change back, that that was all he was able to think about.

And Gabriel kinda wanted him back too. More for the fact so Dean could be happy again than anything else.

"I promise I'll do something, Dean", but his human was already asleep.

XxXx

~My girlfriend's girlfriend

She looks like you

My girlfriend's girlfriend

She's my girl too~

XxXx

To be continued…