Louise was curled up in Phil's lap on the couch. The two of them munched happily on candies, cookies, and chips. Both of their eyes were glued to the screen, watching the walking dead. They had snuck off hours ago and were currently on the second to last episode of season two. Even as her favorite show played out in front of her, her mind wandered elsewhere.

"What do you think about Dean and Gabriel?"

Phil looked down into his wife's questioning eyes.

"Meaning?"

"That kiss? Do you think there's anything more between them now?"

Sighing, Phil grabbed the remote, pressing pause. Searching his brain for the right words to say, he looked down at Louise.

"Lou, honey. I think you might be looking too far into this..."

"What are you saying?"

"I know you've been hoping that we'd all come to a point where we actually wanted to be together instead of just getting along for your sake, and yeah, it was pretty cool when Gabe and I finally got to that point; but Dean isn't us. You've got to know that it might take a long time for him to want it, if he ever does. He's been trying to make it painstakingly obvious that he's a hundred percent straight." Phil explained.

Louise huffed indignantly.

"Well I for one, think he's more than just a little bicurious. Didn't you see that kiss? Dean never pulled away, never even bothered to fight for dominance. That's got to mean something right?"

Phil had opened his mouth to speak, but they both hushed as the door opened and Dean walked in from the kitchen. He quietly walked across the room and sat in his chair, nursing a beer.

"I thought you two were going to nerd out, no interruptions. Why's it on pause?" Dean asked, motioning to the television.

"We got into a slight argument. Phil refuses to share his damn pretzel MnM's." Louise lied. Dean only grunted in response and stared ahead at the still television set.

Glancing from Phil back to Dean, Louise sighed.

"Dean, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Dean's answer was quick and short as he knocked back some more beer.

"Don't lie to me sweets, I can tell. And I thought you were hanging out with Gabe, what happened?" As the words left Louise's mouth, she noticed the way his grip tightened around his long neck and his face burned red.

"Nothing's wrong Louise. We were just out in the garage. I was working on the impala and he was out acting like a goof, as usual..."

"And?" Louise prodded him to continue.

"Well...I might've hit a whiskey throttle when I bet Gabe that he couldn't, uh...pop my hood... And he didn't just pop the hood, he kind of, for lack of a better term, loosened my oil filler cap and I caught a leak." Dean looked up between Lou and Phil and looked away again quickly when he saw the two gaping at him.

"Dean, are you serious? You actually let him?" Louise asked, her heartbeat starting to quicken a little.

"No I didn't let him!" Dean growled, as he stood from his seat, obviously upset.

"I never saw it coming. I mean we were talking, but I thought he was just goofing around... And then he just...Fuck..."Dean's voice got lower and more timid the more he spoke. He refused to look up from the ground. Louise and Phil stared ahead unbelievably.

"So what exactly are you trying to say? He molested you?" Phil offered up. Dean shook his head no.

"Not molested exactly...I didn't exactly not want it...and I didn't tell him to stop. I just didn't necessarily want it the way I got it..." Dean's explanation came out in a small voice as he faced away, heading towards the door. Louise didn't know what else to say. This was not at all what she was expecting. Beside her, Phil chuckled. Louise and Dean's heads both snapped to glare at him.

"Phil, this is serious!" Louise scolded him. This only made Phil laugh even harder as Dean sent him a heated glare. Phil's eyes locked with the other man's, and Dean looked away quickly, although he knew that the wrestler had already seen what was really bothering him.

"His bruised ego is hardly a serious matter. You're not upset because Gabe touched you, you're upset because you're submissive to him, aren't you?"

Dean glared at the wall above Phil's head. He couldn't look at him knowing the three-time MITB winner was right.

"Oh you have to be kidding me," Louise started, "Dean, you-"

"Look, I'm done with this. I'm going to bed. Goodnight Louise." He called out starting to head upstairs.

"But Dean-"

"Goodnight Louise!" He called out one last time before slamming the bedroom door behind him.

Silence hung in the air.

"Well someone's a drama queen,"

Louise shot Phil a look, but the heat fizzled from it as she tried, and failed at hiding her snickers.

"You're terrible, you know that?"

"Yes. Yes I do. Can we finish watching the Walking Dead now?"

Louise sighed.

"I should really go talk to Dean..."

The two stared at each other blankly before slowly leaning back into the sofa as Phil pressed play again.

XoxoxoxoxoxoX

Dean tossed and turned in his sleep. He couldn't rest. His mind was churning as the day's events played out in his head. It had started with the kiss. Although Dean had made it shamefully obvious that he enjoyed the way Gabriel had instantly dominated him in that moment, he had felt awkward and bashful around the man for the rest of the day.

Dean had already proven Louise and Phil right when they accused him of getting flustered when it came to intimacy between him and another man, but they had missed an aspect of it. He'd always considered himself straight as a ruler, but since becoming a part of their little family, Dean had come to form a bit of an attraction towards the other two men. He'd admit it, it was possible he was a bit bi-curious. He could easily see himself with either Phil or Gabriel; he wasn't quite ready to actually pursue either of them at this point, but the idea was definitely entertainable to him sometime down the road. What he absolutely couldn't do however, was see himself under either of them, or anybody for that matter.

In his dream, he found himself back in the garage, wedged halfway under the impala. Gabriel had followed him out, watching the hunter intently, a curious smirk on his face as they threw jeers back and forth at one another.

"I wonder what Louise thinks of her bad boy now that she's seen him go weak in the knees from just one kiss," Gabriel pondered aloud.

"I for one, thought you would've put up more of a fight. But you melted down like butter in a skillet." Gabe smirked down at Dean's wriggling form.

"I did not. Look, Louise wants for us to get along every now and then. Today is her birthday so I went along with your little show. That doesn't mean I feel anything for you," Dean lied as he slid from underneath the car.

"Besides," he walked around to the driver's side, popping the hood open before coming back around front, carefully inspecting each gear.

"We all know that you couldn't dominate me if I were chained and ball gagged." As Dean leaned over and peered into the engine, Gabriel took an appreciative look at his rear end.

"Is that a challenge?" Gabriel asked, his tongue running lightly over his lips. Dean had yet to pick up the tone of lust in Gabe's voice, and once again, he made an innocent statement that was soon to make him feel quite naughty.

"It's whatever you make of it, you goof,"

A second had barely past since Dean had finished his sentence before Gabe was pressed in close behind him. He pressed his crotch into Dean's ass as he bit down roughly on Dean's neck, sucking on the tender skin. At first, the blonde was startled and tried to fight his way back from Gabriel's hold, but as one hand ran down the inside of his leg, the other slipping up his shirt and softly tweaking his nipple, he let out a soft moan. Smirking victoriously, Gabriel trailed a hand over Dean's waist until he came to the zipper of his jeans. He slowly undid them, and Dean let out a breath of air as his quickly tightening pants fell down a little. Gabriel trailed his fingers through the soft, curly pubes before wrapping his hand around the base of Dean's hardening erection.

"Gabe," Dean started warningly, throwing a glance over his shoulder at the other man.

"What the fuck do you think you're-"

"Oh shut up and enjoy yourself," Gabriel snapped, slipping Dean's cock out of his boxers.

He ran his hand along the length, growling low in his throat as he stared at Dean's beauty. Once his hand returned to the base, his grip tightened and he began to slowly pump his hand up and down Dean's cock, his thumb flicking over the slit every now and then.

Once again, Dean easily melted into Gabriel's touch; melding back into his body. He could feel the other man's erection pressing against his ass as Gabriel rutted against him slowly to the rhythm of his hand. Dean's mind was a mess. He wanted to pull away, to curse, to turn around and beat the shit out of Gabriel. But every time a violent or angry thought entered his mind, it was pushed away almost immediately as pleasure coursed through his body. One thought though, entered his mind, and not even the tantalizingly slow movements of Gabriel's hands on his body could move it out of his mind. This wasn't supposed to be happening, and it wasn't supposed to feel this good.

Gabe felt Dean's body tense up against him; could feel him starting to move away again. Growling, he nipped roughly at the spot behind Dean's ear as his hand shot out, jerking Dean's cock off at ten times the pace he'd been before. Dean let out a feral growl and moved his hips forward to meet Gabe's thrusts. The sound of skin on skin was inaudible to Dean's ears as his eyes rolled back and he came spurting over Gabe's hand and the hood of the impala, falling over the front of the car. He breathed in heavily as he tried to regain his bearings.

Gabe stood behind him, running a hand softly up Dean's back, and placed a small kiss at the base of his neck. He tucked Dean back into his pants, zipping him up. Smirking, Gabe leaned over Dean's shoulder, whispering lightly in his ear.

"Well it looks like there were no ball gags or chains involved, so I guess you were right, eh buddy? But you might want to clean up the impala," Gabe snickered, making his escape from the garage as Dean took a halfhearted swing at him.

Hearing the door close shut behind the trickster, Dean pushed himself up off the hood of the car. He stared down at his essence, marking what the two of them had just done. He sighed, grabbing a rag.

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Dean woke with a start, breathing heavily. Glancing down, he could see the tent rising from beneath the bed sheets and growled. As if his thoughts hadn't been plagued with the man all day, Gabriel had somehow managed to sneak into his dreams too. For a second, Dean wondered if it wasn't just one of the man's tricks. It wouldn't shock him one bit if it was.

Dean sat in bed for a while trying to decide how to resolve his problem. Sure, it would've been easy to go downstairs and steal Louise away from Phil, but knowing his wife, after his earlier confession, there would definitely be some questioning and ribbing before they could finally get down to business. It didn't take long before the eldest Winchester brother decided to get up and hit the shower.

Despite the need for cold water, Dean turned it up hot, allowing steam to build up throughout the room. He stripped down, his clothes forming a puddle at his feet. He stepped under the hot spray, a small hiss escaping his lips as the water pelted his firm chest.

Dean allowed his skin to get used to the extreme temperature before pressing one hand against the cool, moist tiles lining the wall to steady himself. His other hand trailed down his stomach before he gripped the base of his aching hard on. Slowly, he tugged at his leaking erection and his mind drifted back to the kiss he and Gabriel had shared earlier that morning. The man definitely had a talented mouth. Dean could only imagine what it would be like to have those lips sliding down his length as Gabriel's tongue worked him over. The thought had Dean speeding up his hand as it slicked across his hard flesh, and ever so softly, the angel's name fell from his blown lips.

"You called?"

A startled gasp came from Dean's parted lips, as he whipped around, throwing his back against the wet tile walls of the shower. His chest rose and fell quickly as he stared wide eyed at the fully dressed and strangely dry angel standing across him in the shower. Gabriel just smiled back coyly at him. Dean closed his eyes trying to compose himself, but in the end, he wound up forcefully pushing Gabriel along in front of him and out of the room.

"Out," Dean growled, too frustrated to even care about his nudity at this point.

"Get out. You're in my pants, my dreams, and now my shower. What next?" Dean released the angel in front of the door of the master bedroom, hoping the man would just peacefully leave.

The coy smile on Gabriel's face transformed into an almost predatory grin.

"Well, if you must know, I'm really aiming for that pert little hide of yours-" Before Gabriel could even realize what was happening, he got pushed outside of the room and the door slammed swiftly in his face.

Inside the bathroom, Dean leaned against the door he'd just slammed, his back pressed up against the cold surface. His emerald eyes were shut tight and he took calming breaths in an attempt to compose himself. After a few minutes of several failed attempts, courtesy of his still raging hard on, Dean decided all he could do was get back in the shower and finish up with his business. As Dean opened his eyes though, a scream nearly ripped its way through his throat when he saw Gabriel stood before him; bare ass naked now with his erect cock on proud display and a complacent grin on his face. Dean's head whipped back and forth several times from the locked bathroom door to the man before him.

"W-what the hell?" Dean's words came out in swift stutters, "How did you-"

"Trickster capabilities. I'll admit, my ability to turn a boneless part of your anatomy rock hard with just one kiss is pretty damn impressive, but it's certainly not the only trick I have up my sleeve," The smirk on Gabriel's face had Dean mentally cursing the man while simultaneously fighting back a moan.

Before Dean could work out a malicious remark, he found himself in the shower stall once again. He could feel Gabriel press in behind him, much like earlier; only now, no barriers in the form of clothes stood between them. At this realization, fear set into the pit of Dean's stomach and he thought absent mindedly to himself that the role of hunter and prey had been reversed. Here he was, stark naked in the shower in a compromising position with a man who'd been virtually harassing him sexually all day. Gabriel had him right where he wanted him; ass out and dick hard. Was the "challenge" Dean had unintentionally put on the table earlier about to be fulfilled? Did Dean want it? And if he didn't, would that really stop Gabriel from doing what he said he'd do? Dean had no idea what the answers to any of these questions were, and although it left him extremely scared and confused, it also brought him to a next level of arousal and physical desire for the other man.

The last thought shocked Dean, but he had no time to consider it any further as his mind was soon turned to mush. Gabriel's hands had become extremely active; running up and down Dean's sides, wrapping around his front to caress the ridges of Dean's abs, and occasionally travelling gently up his thighs. The skill of the angel's mouth proved to translate from his kissing skills to everything else it did. His tongue left burning hot trails across the back of Dean's neck, behind his ears and on his shoulders as he licked away the droplets of water falling on them from the shower spray. Light kisses travelled down Dean's back, lower and lower...

The eldest Winchester boy could barely think, let alone speak. He fought to contain his moans, but his bodily reactions couldn't be hidden as he shivered violently each time Gabriel's tongue or hands ran over a particularly sensitive spot. Dean's lack of vocalizations hadn't been lost on Gabriel and as the angel lowered himself to his knees behind the hunter. He could see the darker haired blonde biting down roughly on his lip and fighting to keep his expression stony. He let his eyes drift back down in front of him though and came face to face with the back's of Dean's trembling thighs and pert round ass that was just begging to be taken. Holding back an amused chuckle, Gabriel glanced back up at the flushed man.

"You know, if you don't open your mouth and even attempt to deny me, this isn't considered molestation..." Gabriel tone was almost conversational.

Gabriel sighed inwardly as Dean threw him a glare over his shoulder. The angel's attempt to get Dean to speak to him hadn't worked. Though the whole thing had started out as just another chance to further annoy Dean, Gabriel had to admit; the man was attractive and there had always been a hint of underlying sexual tension between them. Part of Gabriel still sought to annoy the man, but essentially, Dean could be considered his spouse and if they were to continue, Gabriel would want his spouse to be comfortable; and from Dean's silence, one could assume he was extremely uncomfortable.

Gabriel ran his hand down Dean's thigh, stopping at his calves to gently massage them. As his fingers worked the muscles, Gabriel could feel a small fraction of the tension escape his partner. He slowly moved his hands higher and higher, massaging different spots on Dean's muscular thighs. With each passing minute, Gabriel felt Dean loosen up, and he a fledgling of hope blossomed within him. Finally, Gabriel's fingers had inched so far up Dean's legs, his fingers brushed the flesh of Dean's ass, causing the latter to tense up again and jerk away from Gabriel's hands. Gabriel sighed.

"Why so hesitant?" Gabriel asked quietly, his hands sliding away from Dean's ass and resting soundly on the backs of his thighs.

A long moment of silence floated between them, only the sound of the shower spray pelting their heated skin was audible. Finally Dean spoke.

"I'm straight," He muttered into the wall.

Gabriel rubbed soothing circles into Dean's legs.

"And who are you trying to convince of that?"

Dean never answered him. Gabriel sighed.

"Well you want to know what I think?" Gabriel didn't wait for Dean to answer, instead, his hands found that round ass of the hunter's and grasped firmly. A gasp escaped Dean's lips as he felt Gabriel's hands on him.

"I think that if you're as secure in your sexuality as you claim to be, no amount of intimate interactions with another man will make you question yourself," Gabriel spread Dean's cheeks apart and growled at the sight of his virgin, pink pucker.

Gabriel leaned in and placed a soft kiss on it, before following up with his tongue. He lapped at Dean's entrance greedily, licking up the droplets of water that cascaded between his cheeks. His hand came up between Dean's legs, cupping his balls and gently rolling them in his hands, giving them a light squeeze every now and then.

Dean trembled at the sensations coursing through his body. Gabriel's tongue caressing his pucker and his hands working his balls was messing with his head. Glancing down, Dean was shocked to see his straining erection turning a bright red as it wept from neglect. His hands had been occupied; fisted tightly in his close cropped hair and the other stuck snugly between his teeth as he fought of the urge to moan. But now, his cock begged for his attention, and before Dean realized what exactly he was doing, his hand had wrapped around the base of his cock and was quickly pumping it to completion. His body shuddered on its own accord as the combined pleasure began to take a toll on his body.

Dean was just a few strokes away from orgasm when he found himself being flipped around; his back against the shower stall and he was now face to face with the man who'd taken it upon himself to pleasure him. Dean exhaled slowly, it was a lot easier to accept what was happening when he didn't have to face the man; but now Gabriel stood across from him, only inches away and it brought every one of his nerves back to life. Dean visibly tensed and Gabriel chuckled.

"Calm down. Just because we're making eye contact now doesn't make what we were just doing any different," Gabriel assured him.

"Yes, it really does," Dean nodded fervently, pressing himself further against the wall and away from Gabriel.

"I'm telling you, it doesn't. I'll show you,"

Dean let out a nervous breath as Gabriel's hand came up to grip him under the chin, forcing Dean to keep eye contact. Gabriel's other hand trailed down to grasp the thick base of Dean's cock, his fingertips lightly tickling the top of Dean's balls. Dean shuddered as Gabriel's hand stroked him slowly, from base to tip, stopping to squeeze the head and spread some of Dean's dripping pre cum; all the while their eyes locked. After a few good strokes, Gabriel smiled.

"See? Still feels as good as before, right?" Gabriel asked, taking a small step closer to Dean. Stuttered breaths came out of Dean's mouth and his eyes drifted down to focus on Gabriel's cheek in an attempt to avoid his eyes. Dean nervously shook his head no.

"Feels better," He muttered quietly. A genuine smile graced the angel's face.

"I can make it feel even better than this," Gabriel's voice came out a hot whisper as he stepped in impossibly close to Dean and grabbed hold of his own hard cock.

For a second, Dean tensed in fear that Gabriel would turn him around and take him, but his momentary terror faded as the angel simply placed a hand on Dean's hip and guided him close enough so that they were pressed together. Gabriel leaned in tentatively, placing a soft kiss on Dean's lips and asking silently for entrance with a swipe of his tongue. Dean didn't put up much of a fight as he allowed Gabriel entry; their tongues dancing sensually in a slow, lazy dance. Both of Gabriel's hands gripped Dean's hips as he began to grind his hard on into Dean's crotch. Dean moaned freely into Gabriel's mouth, finally giving in completely as he rutted openly against Gabriel.

Hands travelled over hot, wet skin and their kiss had disintegrated into a messy tangle of tongues. The shower rained down over them, slicking up their bodies and allowing for easier movement as their pace increased. Their two cocks, trapped between their rolling hips found the delicious friction they both craved and the men fought to get even closer. Their sexes rubbed together and they fought to get more contact between them.

In the end, Gabriel's hands ended up on Dean's ass, groping his cheeks tightly as he guided their bodies together. All rhythm between them had fallen apart and they could feel release building just beneath their tummies. Dean threw his head back, eyes screw shut as he gasped wildly for air. He was right on the edge, he could feel his orgasm beginning to burst through. Gabriel could do nothing more but stare at the man in awe. His blown lips and flushed cheeks; water running down that long muscular neck, just begging to be lapped at. He was beautiful. It was this thought that sent Gabriel into overdrive. His orgasm ripped through him and he pistoned his hips harder into Dean's; he wanted to see this man cum.

Dean could feel Gabriel's hot, sticky cum, shooting out over their chests and stomachs and he grit his teeth to hold back the feral yowl that tore through his throat. His body convulsed as he shot his load over their bodies, and as he came, his legs gave out from under him. Dean slid down the shower wall until he sat trembling on the floor, taking Gabriel with him. The angel kneeled between his legs, fighting to catch his breath. Dean stared across at him glassy eyed. He didn't know what to think, but even if he did, it's not like he was capable of thinking at the moment anyway. Instead, he wrapped an arm loosely around Gabriel's neck and hugged him to his body; Dean's tongue darting out to lap at the streams of cum staining Gabriel's shoulder.

Gabriel barely held back a surprised, but pleased gasp. Instead, he took Dean in his arms and propped him back up in the shower. With what little energy he had left, Gabriel washed and dried them both off, before dragging Dean to bed with him. The two collapsed side by side, still nude and breathless. They both stayed silent for a long while. Eventually, Dean sighed pleasantly.

"Hey Gabe?" He started, "That was...nice, I guess. Maybe you aren't as bad as I make you out to be. I mean, sure you can be aggravating, conceited and you sometimes don't know how to take no for an answer, but you proved today that you can be a-"

A loud, nasally snore sounded from Gabriel's side of the bed and Dean stared at his nude figure disbelievingly. The hunter shook his head in amused irritation.

"Total goof. You've proved once again, you can be a total goof," Dean muttered.

In his sleep, Gabriel turned over and threw an arm around Dean's waist; cuddling in close to him. Dean sighed, giving in. He turned into Gabriel's chest, hugging his body close and slowly fell asleep.

XoxoxoxoxoX

Louise yawned as she and Phil climbed the stairs towards the master bedroom. They'd gone through all of volumes one and two of The Walking Dead. They would've moved on to the next set, but they'd ran out of the snacks Louise had gotten for her birthday and none of the stores nearby were open for them to purchase more. Louise had gotten tired anyway, but it took a lot more convincing to get Phil to retire along with her and come upstairs.

Louise pushed through the door and went to her dresser, grabbing pajamas for herself and Phil. As she undressed, a thought came to mind and she addressed her husband.

"Hey Philly, we never did hear back from Dean. I hope he and Gabe found a way to kiss and make up..."

"They might've done a little more than that," Phil muttered from across the room.

Louise turned around to ask what he meant but found herself speechless as her eyes landed on her two usually conflicting husbands cuddled together nude in bed and fast asleep.

"Huh," She sighed, "I can't believe I missed that."

Her tone was slightly bitter, but she couldn't stay mad for long seeing as her loves had quit fighting for a minute and found a common ground; more or less.

"I think the only thing left to do," Phil began," Is to get naked ourselves and cuddle with them."

"I'm married to three perverted goofballs..." Louise chuckled to herself. Phil blinked wide eyed at his wife.

"So is that a no?"

"Are you out of your ever loving mind? I never said I didn't like it. Start stripping!"

Happy late as hell birthday Louise! I've got your other fic almost done and it should be ready for upload tomorrow! Lots o Love, one love, cane's chicken fingers, and I hope you likey?