Hella Vibe Tonight

Chapter 2: Whatever You Like

Song Featured: Lyrics are still from Rihanna's "Cheers (I Drink To That)". Title is from T.I.'s "Whatever You Like".

A/N: This wasn't meant to have a second part, but me being me, I just couldn't tell myself no. It's my 100th fic so I wanted to celebrate how far I've come in writing on here since December. Considering I write so much angst and that I consider it one of my major improvements, I felt I just couldn't leave it out. That being said, I hope you enjoy this second chapter. And happy writing!

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~Life's too short to be sitting round miserable

People gonna talk whether you're doing bad or good, yeah

Looking so bomb, gonna find me a honey, yeah~

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Dean dreamt of dancing, of discos and flashing lights and the heavy base of techno-like music. He curled up further into the warm mass settled tightly against him, breathed deeply and fell back into the dream.

It wasn't anything like reality, he was dancing agonizingly slowly, in such a dream-like state he barely recognized himself. Gabriel was dancing but he wasn't dancing with him, he wasn't even looking at him.

The isolation hit Dean like a tidal wave and it left no room for him to breathe. He couldn't remember the warm mass, ceased to recall it ever being there. He kept dancing, for no reason at all, staring at Gabriel.

When he reached out the archangel disappeared, but he just kept on reaching out reaching out reaching out, praying that he would come back. He lost his balance and fell hard, hitting the tile flooring that alternated between neon red and navy blue. He felt sick, nauseous and achy and it felt like his head, his whole body was on fire.

"No…"

Dean felt it when he came back, tried to stop his body from thrashing wildly against Gabriel's. He could feel Gabriel's grip slip off of him and quickly try to gain it back. Dean's soul wasn't craving his touch now though, if anything his touch didn't feel comfortable at all.

"No!"

"Dean, calm down!"

His chest heaved as his body slowed, his breath coming out in panting gasps as he realized how much his arms and legs ached, how hot and sweaty he felt. He was tired but wide awake at the same time, refusing to let himself go back to sleep. He couldn't fall back into that nightmare.

Gabriel's hand hesitantly touched his forehead and he flinched, didn't want to because he didn't want to scare Gabriel, but he did anyway. The hand instantly retreated and he looked up terrified into golden eyes that portrayed the same haunted look. Dean instantly glanced down at the sheets he was gripping so fiercely, turning his hands a ghostly white.

He closed his eyes only to see a flash of the dream he had been so sure he had left behind, to which they snapped open once more to meet Gabriel's gaze, big emotional eyes filling him up with so much pressure he couldn't take it. He looked away, didn't care what his eyes landed on, as long as it wasn't Gabriel.

"That's wasn't me, Dean."

"You were in my dreams?" Dean gasped, pissed off and shocked but more the latter.

Gabriel didn't speak and he didn't have to, when he made an attempt to pull Dean closer, back to his side of the bed, where he was before he had abruptly shoved himself away, the human pushed himself further back, clutching the sheets beneath him frantically.

He felt wrong. His mind still hadn't gotten off the horror of the dream, and Gabriel's touch, which was something he always needed, was one thing his nerves couldn't handle at this point. Gabriel understood, but he still grabbed his human when his legs became tangled in the sheets and he went tumbling towards the floor. As soon as he took the blow of Dean's fall, he untangled him and let him go, watching as he crawled at lightning speed towards the wall.

"That's not me. You know that's not me."

Dean nodded to confirm his statement, his back sinking into the wall as he willed his frantically pulsing heartbeat to slow down.

Gabriel sat on the floor as well, leaning against the bed and watching Dean worriedly, eyes wide and hands aching from the sheer effort it took to not reach out to his lover. He had seen the dream, had gone into Dean's mind to ease it away but it had been too late.

He had felt Dean's horror, had seen himself do something he would never willingly do to Dean. Gabriel had refused to even look at him, and he had an idea of how much that hurt. He understood perfectly why Dean needed his space, he just wished also that he didn't. There had never been an urge this strong before to gather Dean into his arms. It didn't matter that his arms had been full through the night, he wanted to hold Dean now. Now. He didn't want to wait.

"Do you hear my voice, Dean?" He fought to keep his voice from shaking, but it didn't pay off in the end.

Dean whimpered a little and nodded, his hands clenching and unclenching, wanting so badly to close his eyes but suffering every time they slid shut. He just couldn't look up at the archangel, couldn't quite handle it yet.

"Then listen to me, alright? Listen to my voice."

Dean nodded again and Gabriel leaned forward a little.

"I will never disappear. I will never choose someone over you. I will never not look at your beautiful face. I could never put you through that much pain. You are the one, Dean. You are everything I want, everything I need, the only thing in this universe that means anything to me. I love you, sweetheart. And I will always cherish you."

Dean was starting to cry, and Gabriel hated it when Dean cried, hated it so much because it was so rare and it meant something was really wrong with his human. In that moment, he felt like he was breaking through to him though.

"Gabriel", he moaned, throwing himself into his arms, Gabe accepting him and planting soothing kisses to his hair.

Moments later Gabriel started to think more of what Dean's body screamed for, other than nurturing and loving of course.

"You want to go back to bed?"

Dean shook his head no fiercely and clung tighter to him.

"I'll keep the nightmares away. I promise."

His human didn't answer, simply closed his eyes and laid further back into the carpet. Gabriel sighed, his assurances were no longer effective.

It was gonna be a long morning.

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"You need to sleep, Dean."

The human bit his lip and shook his head, Gabriel staring down at him in frustration. He had half a mind to knock him out, but he held back, not wanting to do it the hard way yet.

"Please Dean."

"No."

"I won't let them find you again. You won't dream at all."

Dean just kept on shaking his head, putting Gabriel further on edge, "No."

"What do I have to do?"

He didn't answer, just looked up at Gabriel with pleading eyes.

"Leave me alone."

He was broken more than he could say when Dean told him he didn't want him there. He also sort of doubted it though, Dean's hands were clutching him still. He seemed like he didn't want to be alone yet.

"Is that what you really want?"

Dean started to nod before fiercely shaking his head.

Realizing his mistake, he held onto Gabriel with an unbelievable amount of strength, "No, don't go. Don't make me."

Gabriel just looked down at him in amazement, stroking his forehead, "You'll feel a hell of a lot better if you would just let me take care of you."

"Don't wanna go back there."

Gabriel's concern increased as he noticed how Dean was acting like a child, not a thirty something year old man. He seemed so small and innocent and terrified it broke the archangel's heart into a million little pieces. He felt so guilty that Dean had to go through this, and of course what more could he do but blame himself.

"You won't", Gabriel assured, growing more impatient by the second.

When Dean shook his head yet again he pretty much lost all hope. Dean wasn't going to budge, and neither was he. And the strongest did in fact win out in the end.

"Know that I do everything for you, Dean."

His fingers reached for his forehead but Dean grabbed his wrist, forced it back and all the archangel could do was stare down at him, shocked, his eyes widening.

"I said no."

"Dean…"

The human slid out of his grip and walked out of their room, not looking back. Gabriel instantly picked himself up off the carpet and followed him.

"Please Gabriel, don't make me do something I don't want to do."

Dean sat on the couch and Gabriel sat beside him, maintaining a comfortable distance before growing frustrated and wrapping an arm around him.

"You're mine, Dean. And if you need something, don't expect me to refuse to resort to force to keep you alive."

Dean shook his head, "You don't get it because you don't have to face it, Gabriel. You think I'll just heal instantly after everything that hits me. You can't feel pain."

"You're wrong, Dean, he took his face in his hands, when you're in pain I'm in pain. I feel your exhaustion and terror. I am at edge until I can soothe you."

"Gabe…"

"Don't tell me I can't feel pain, Dean", he warned, growing increasingly angry towards his human, which he hated more than anything, and about ready to attempt to knock him out again.

"Alright, Dean gave in, so I'm making you suffer."

"Which isn't very nice."

Dean stared at him for a few minutes, watching him stare right back. He squirmed a little, not from feeling uncomfortable, more from what was bound to happen next.

"Promise me you'll keep the nightmares away?"

Gabriel smiled and stroked his cheek. Dean waited for the blow, if that was what it could even be called.

"I promise."

He stopped squirming, relaxing a little and waiting for the archangel to just get it over with already. He knew he wasn't lying, knew Gabriel would try his hardest to protect him. But what stopped him from saving Dean last time? Why didn't he make it in time before Dean fully lost it?

Dean took a deep breath, "You'd better have my favorite pie waiting for me."

Gabriel grinned and then all was lost.

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He awoke to the sound of his voice, or maybe it was the smell of pie somewhere nearby. His two favorite things in the world tempting him to wake up, so maybe he just would.

"Oh Dean, I've got your favorite pie waiting for you."

His eyes slipped open to find Gabriel hovering above him, a blueberry pie resting on the palm of his hand, warm and cooked to perfection. He could already smell the blueberries. Dean could feel himself lick his lips, already imagining digging into that pie and moaning in pleasure, at how good it would taste. He could not wait. He sat up and reached for it, but Gabriel pulled away, much to his disappointment.

"Nope, not yet, Dean. Not until you make it up to me."

Dean was left speechless, looking back and forth between him and the delicious pie, "What do you mean?"

"Feed me."

His eyebrows rose in astonishment, "You want me to feed you?"

"Oh Dean, the archangel smirked, I want so much more than that. But we'll start there."

Dean grinned and nearly tripped as he flung himself out of bed as fast as he could. He heard Gabriel laugh but still didn't miss, nor ignore, the flash of panic that swam across his face when it appeared like he would fall. That's how much Gabriel loved him, he guessed. Too much.

He ignored it as they scuffled into the kitchen, pulling down plates and silverware before settling at the table. After each taking a bite, Gabriel decided he finally couldn't take it anymore and pushed his plate aside, sliding off his chair and onto Dean's lap.

Dean smiled as Gabriel leaned down to kiss him slowly, the taste of blueberries mingling in their mouths and becoming intensified from the other's mouth. His taste buds lit up on fire as Gabriel pushed himself closer, pushing his mouth down harder, deeper, till Dean was moaning and retreating his own tongue from his mouth in order to enter and taste Gabe's.

His hands ran up and down the archangel's arms, feeling the warm flesh beneath his fingers, moving up to run his hands through his soft golden hair, ruffling it up a little before pulling himself closer.

Gabriel pulled away, the both of them breathing hard, and looked into Dean's eyes whilst licking his lips.

"I love you, his thumb wiped some blueberry juice smeared on his hunter's lips, so much."

Dean nodded, "I know", he kissed him so hard he gave Gabriel a run for his money, I love you too."

He broke off a small piece of pie with his fork, stuck it in Gabriel's mouth and watched him eat it, happy, pleased, smiling, everything all at once that paired with the taste of the pie it was so overwhelming. Gabriel sitting on his lap, eating pie with him, was so overwhelming, breathtaking, beautiful, everything he wanted all at once.

There was no one he'd rather share this more with than Gabriel. That was how made for him he was.

The archangel finished chewing and settled down further into Dean, focusing on kissing him again, over and over, until they were so lightheaded from not taking in enough air they were forced to stop.

When they finished the pie they still weren't done, wrapped in each other's arms, grinning, their lips locked like they were meant to be there.

Cause they were, meant to be there, made to be together. It wasn't rocket science, it was beautiful and unique and tasted far better than blueberry pie ever could.

"Gabe?"

"Yeah?"

"Please tell me you baked more pie."

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~Turn it around with another round

There's a party at the bar

Everybody put your glasses up and I drink to that~

XxXx

FIN