I would like to say I do not own Supernatural or anything associated with it. I do however have an overactive imagination and an itch in my head to write that sometimes will not cease and desist. That means, everyone else gets to suffer with my stories, if they choose to read them.

So, this is one of those sort of themed stories, like you sometimes see in the programe, a kind of "what would happen if" things of my own creation. This is how this will work, I'll give a song suggestion in the title, all old rock stuff, Deans tastes and all that, and then give a story inspired by it that goes along with the general pocket universe that has been created for this thing. That should give you all a hint who's behind it all *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*

Prologue

Or the Set Up

One evening Sam and Gabriel lay in the center of a very large stand of giant redwoods in northern California on a late March day. Staring up at the sky as the sun was setting and both were quietly watching the soft mix of colors slowly fade to a dark gray black, Sam whispered over to Gabriel, "sometimes … I wonder what everything would have been like if we had just been able to have a normal childhood" Sam looked over at Gabriel, "you know? Like what it would have been like to be the average teen, or even a young adult with just a collage headache." He went back to staring up at the sky with the first hint of stars beginning to show. "No demons, no angels, no monsters, no ghosts … just us being us, or at least who we would have been". He sighed and closed his eyes.

Gabriel sat up with a lopsided smile on his face. "But Sammich … if nothing had ever happened you may not end up being you. Haven't you guys been through enough what if things to prove that already?" he stared down at his own personal giant redwood tree with a spirit just as pure.

"humpf, how do you know?" Sam smiled with his eyes still closed, "no weight of the world on your shoulders, no stress. Hell, I'd love to see Dean with no stress for even just one day. He reeks with it constantly" Sam sighed, wistfully thinking about what it would be like.

Gabriel smiled and evil grin and wiggled his brows, "careful what you wish for, kiddo" he leaned down and kissed his mosses nose.

"Oh come on, can't a guy dream about bullshit?" he laughed "our lives are already a pile of stinky horseshit" he tried to protect himself from Gabriel's tickling hands "what's it matter if it's bullshit or horseshit?" his laughter echoed through the trees.

"Hmm, ya gotta point there, Grand Slammy" he shrugged mumbling "sure, why not? Could be fun" the wheels started turning in his head. 'what if…' he rolled his eyes, god that thought… 'he set it up but then let everyone play it out as they would on their own, with no direction from him? He could give his Sammy that easily, see what they would do left to themselves. He grinned evilly Loki's eyes shining.

"Hmm?" Sam opened his eyes again to look up at his mischievous archangel.

Gabriel's eyes looked upon his face with all the softness of a man deeply in love. "nothin baby, you're right, you deserve everything. You've given everything and asked for so pitifully little in return" he leaned down pressing his forehead against Sam's staring once again into his eyes completely captured by this beautiful human soul that he would take the fall for in every sense of the word.

By the time they got back to the bunker it was very late. Dean and Castiel looked up as the woosh of wings filled the kitchen. Dean shook his head, "where've you guys been? It's almost 2:30" he snickered at his brother who still had crumbled leaves and twigs in his messy hair. Cas just smiled at his brother who had his arms around his human's waist.

Sam didn't even blush as he answered, "Redwood National Forest. You guys should go sometime" he smiled at his brother and his love bird.

"Some other time, Sammy. Workin on this case. Seems like there's a woman in white in this place between Rockford and Hariman in Tennessee" he replied not even looking up from a pile of papers.

"Your loss, man." Sam said shaking his head.

Gabriel noticed the slight hurt expression on his brother's face. "Okay, that's it. Can't you go do something mushy with my little brother? I'm tired of his mopy expressions all the time. Get out and live a little, man."

"Gabriel," Cas spoke up with a sad smile. "It doesn't matter to me where we spend time together; besides, this is important. People are dying".

Sam winced, those were his dad and Dean's words coming from Cas's mouth. Gabriel was the one who spoke shaking his head. "Cassie, you and Sam are the important things, this other stuff can wait for at least just a day…" he was glaring at Dean "right Deano… my little brother is important too."

Dean looked up at the slight challenge glaring right back at Gabriel, "Don't you start with the crap at me, you have no idea how much he means to me" he gave a side glance to his beautiful angel companion. His only saviour.

Cas looked worried, glancing between Gabriel and Dean and then noticed the glint in his brothers eyes. He narrowed his ever so slightly, "Dean and I are fine the way we are."

"Whatever, Cassie. I know what I see when I see it" he grabbed Sam's waist and snapped.

When they disappeared leaving Dean and Castiel alone in the kitchen, Dean turned to Cas with sadness in his eyes, "Angel, you know how much you mean to me, right?" he smiled, eyes drifting over his unkempt hair and the ever present confused expression and he drifted a lot closer, "you're my world… you and Sammy. I'd be crazy or dead without you," he kissed his lips briefly, "keep me sane" he kissed his jaw line "keep me walking the straight and narrow" he kissed his neck bringing a little moan from Cas.

"Doesn't straight mean you are only interested in beings of the opposite sex?" he pushed his hands under his human lover's t-shirt.

Dean almost giggled, not just from the light touch on his stomach, "not the way I meant it, Angel. I got no interest in any woman now that I got a real angel… me… Dean fuck-up Winchester. Who woulda ever thunk it. It's even better'n pie."

Cas whispered "ooooh Dean Winchester, you may be many things but you are no fuck up. Always ready to sacrifice your own needs for everyone else. I wish that my overcoat never stops smelling like you".

Dean didn't know what that last bit meant but it sounded damn sexy. He stood grabbing his angel to his feet never breaking their kiss, "bedroom… now…" the sweep of wings left the bunker kitchen empty for the rest of the night.