Hey guys, here's chapter two! And you didn't have to wait for months like you have on my other fanfics! HAZAA! So I've written a few chapters ahead of this one and I plan to update randomly whenever I can. I'm gonna be really busy soon, what with UCAS stuff and going back to college, so I'm writing quite a few chapters in advance on this fic and it should be updated regularly. The same can't be said for my other fanfics sadly. I must warn you, in a few chapters time there will be an actual storyline :O and there's still sass, but just not as much. Written entirely from Gabriel and Dean's POV thus far, and I plan on keeping it that way, but no promises. Anyway, I've waffled enough now: on with the chapter!
Chapter Two
Dean's POV:
Back at the room, I cough and look away, breaking the intense stare while I still have the eyes to do it. Looking around, I realise that we're alone in the room, which freaks the hell out of me. It's been way too awkward since that night, and it was always bad enough to have Sammy teasing me: now the trickster - aka Gabriel - was doing it? I just wanted to work the case, dammit, and get that sweet toothed angel out of our lives.
When Sam had suggested calling on the trickster, I'd laughed for a while before realising that he was serious. Bug-eyed, I'd said "Call Gabriel?! Really Sammy?! Don't you remember what happened last time we saw him?! I mean, do you like being a car, or do you just like people riding your ass?"
Looking away, a blush starting to colour his cheeks, Sam replied "No of course not Dean! But he could help, don't you think? It might be a trickster we're hunting, and who better to help than the trickster? Gabriel. Whatever his name even is."
He had a good point and, after calling Bobby to double check ("call him ya idjits!") I'd given in and called him.
"Gabriel you weird son-of-a-bitch, get your ass down here, we've got a case you might like."
The prayer hadn't worked, so Sammy had tried, "Yo Gabriel! Come on, it's a fun case! You know you want to." He basically purrs with the last sentence, but my "What the" goes unheard as the prayer works: we get an actual response this time in the form of a click of fingers followed by a marching band behind the Trickster.
Talk about a show off.
"Dean! Sam! It's been a while! Did you miss me?" The mischievous twinkle in his eye as always, Gabriel looks over to Sam and winks before carrying on "Where's good old Castiel eh?"
I huff and say "he's not exactly your number one fan, and neither are we to be honest. We just need help with the case okay?"
Disappointed, Gabriel looks away and mumbles "spoil sport"
Looking back, Gabriel hadn't been anywhere close to helpful - unless eating all of the chocolate is a public service - and it'd just gotten out of hand now.
Still not looking at Cas, who's stare I can feel on the back of my neck, I ask "Where the hell are Sam and Gabriel?!"
Cas answers slowly "I'm not sure... Gabriel has always been excellent at covering his tracks, so to speak. Wait." I turn round as he closes his eyes and wait for a response, staring at his stupid face as he concentrates. Why does his hair always look like he's just had sex? It's Cas, he's not exactly one to be rolling around between visits. And why does he always look so confused? Especially when he's staring at me, which was becoming a habit lately. It's constant, and even when I don't see him staring I can feel it on me, like a spotlight. It bugs me, all that staring, for reasons I hoped never to find out.
Castiel opens his eyes slowly, catching me staring (though he doesn't acknowledge it) and says "They're somewhere in Europe. Or over Europe. I'm not quite sure where."
He says it like it's a completely normal thing for my brother to be 'somewhere in Europe' and I shout "Europe! What the hell Cas?! What are we supposed to do now?"
Cas gets up from the bed across the room and suddenly he's gone, leaving me alone in the room. "Dammit Cas!" I shout to the empty space, not sure if he can hear me. Rubbing my eyes, I mutter "he could've at least told me where he was going. After everything, he probably still doesn't trust us" the thought causes a not-so-manly noise - I'd never admit that it was a sob, even to myself - to escape from my throat before I can stop it and I try to control my breathing. "Dammit Dean. Get it together before he gets back."
"Dean what's wrong?" I'm startled out of my inner struggle by Cas, who's crouched in front of me, something close to concern in his eyes. "I felt your pain. What's wrong?"
He puts a hand on my shoulder and I lean into it ever so slightly, closing my eyes, before I shake him off and say "It's nothing Cas. Go find them okay? I'm fine."
He's gone instantly and I'm left alone with my thoughts.
Or I thought I was. A cough behind me causes me to spin round, demon blade in hand, and I'm met by a smiling Sammy and Gabriel. Oh God, how long have they been there? I glare at Gabriel - my default setting, it seems - as that grin just gets wider and wider, like he's just seen a turtle do a backflip or something. I wanna smack the grin off of his face, but just about stop myself as Sammy says, brows furrowed "Dean, you okay man? You seem kind of upset. "
Gabriel, however, takes a much more direct approach "You wanna tell us what that was about Dean?" He imitates the noise I made and I flinch, trying to think of a way out of this even as I kick Gabriel in the shin. Hard.
My mind's a blank so I simply grumble "I'm leaving." And storm out.
Gabriel's POV:
When Dean's gone, I turn to Sam and say, full of glee "There! We caught him and his 'feelings'! He was practically crying when Castiel left! I felt bad for cloaking us and listening in, but it was so worth it!"
Sammy laughs, a golden sound I'd come to appreciate greatly in time, and says "Dude. I've never seen him like that. I don't know if I should be worried or happy. Do you think it's got something to do with the other night?"
That sounds plausible, and I nod, trying to come up with some sort of plan. "We showed up at the perfect time, when he might as well have admitted everything, but he didn't. He's so far back in the closet I don't know if he'll ever find his way out." A chuckle from Sam at this. "What we really need is... Wait! Who's the current prophet?"
A confused Sammy answers "You mean Chuck? How's he supposed to help u-" he grins as realisation hits. "That may be the best idea you've ever had Gabriel!"
The praise makes me blush like a schoolgirl as I reply "Thanks. Let's get going then!"
Sam grabs onto my hand before I can click my fingers, and the sensation seems to echo throughout my entire body like a shock wave as he looks into my eyes and he says "What's happening Gabriel? You gave me some half truths on the plane before but tell me, why are you really helping?"
I shake off his hand and say "Does it really matter Sam? I'm helping, I'm really helping this time; does the reason really bother you so much? Do you trust me so little? I mean, I know I've done hilar- I mean cruel, very cruel - things to you guys in the past, but not this time. Just let me help. Okay?"
He looks at me like he can see into my soul and slowly nods, saying "Okay Gabriel, let's go then." His tone tells me we're nowhere near finished discussing the issue but I click my fingers anyway.
And so chapter 2 is complete! You might have noticed mentions to that / the other night, and I promise that all will be revealed later. But not just yet. Gotta keep you guys questioning everything ;). Dean seems to be getting quite close to Cas now, and I love writing the stark difference between Dean's denial and Gabriel's blushing. By the way, Gabriel & Sam did the whole *shields self from sight* thing that we've seen another angel (trying not to spoiler) do in season 6, in case that was unclear. Please do drop me a review, oh and *shameless self advertising* have a look at my other SPN fanfic, guardian angel. I'm really enjoying writing this, and I'm excited to see what you guys think of the next few chapters. I promise sassy Gabe in the next chapter, there wasn't much in this one. Until next time!xxx
