Done it again...wrote another.
Supernatural this time. Blame my friend, I certainly do.
I´m not sure if I´m going to finish it but I will at least try. And it seems to work out somehow. Though I have no idea what the plot and storyline is. I´ll just go with the flow.
If you´re offended by Gabriel thinking more than he lets on, Jeopardy, memories of better times, distrust and eye-fucking...well, then please leave. You´ve been warned.
Perhaps I´ll go visit the slash section later. Actually it´s right there in the next chapter…my mind´s a whore…
Also: Watched Hammer of Gods and all Trickster-episodes? Congratulations, you´re safe. To all the others: Again, I warned!
I don´t own nothing Spn-related...not even the title. Damn you, Van Helsing! But the mistakes are mine, hurray!
Enjoy reading, folks.
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After Castiel had cleared the messed-up situation the two angelic brothers seemingly had been in, Dean decided to quit the jealous boyfriend act – though he still kept watching Gabriel like a hawk from the couch he was sitting on – and the mood in the room lightened visibly. Lucifer´s love-mark was again hidden under green silk and the candy cane had taken its righteous place back in the archangel´s mouth.
It wasn´t easy telling the boys about his encounter with the prince of douche. After a while though the words flowed easily from his mouth and the pained feeling, making his heartbeat pulse faster trough his entire body, slowly calmed. Gabriel didn´t like laying all of his cards out in the open but if he wanted Dean and Sam to trust him even a little he had to strip down – and not in the pleasant kind of way he immediately would if the younger hunter finally got the balls to ask…
Silence filled the room once more after everything was said. Three pairs of eyes boring a hole into the archangel´s small vessel, figuratively speaking. He didn´t need another one, thank you very much.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, it is Jeopardy time. Who´s going to be the first one? Oh, right there is one of Sam Winchester´s famous bitch-faces. Come on, Mister Winchester! What´s the question to the first answer?
"So you had a talk? With Lucifer? About whether humans need to be valued or not?"
Great one, Mister Winchester. You always focus on the little details, don´t you? That makes one-hundred points for you.
"I wouldn´t call it talk, kiddo. This guy´s head is thicker than your brother´s…so you can guess how much talking to his common sense helps."
And here comes the other Mister Winchester´s popular I-would-happily-shove-the-holy-oil-so-far-up-your-ass-you-can-see-the-fire-burning-through-your-mouth-face, ladies and gentlemen. Let´s hear his question next. Please, Mister Winchester.
"I don´t know what you and your brother really did when we were gone and hell knows I don´t care! You son of a bitch tried to make us say yes by trapping us in fucking TV-land and torturing us with…shots in the back…crazy Japanese quiz shows and Sam turning into a fucking car! So why did you save us really, hm? Trying to zap us into Dancing with the devil? And don´t give me this shit about finally understanding and caring for humanity. Cause I happen to know that all of you freaks are dicks with wings…"
For the second time in his life Dean Winchester was successful in ruining Gabriel´s dream-world. And if it hadn´t been for the fact that his brother seemed to worship this human like a new entity he would´ve smitten him right on the spot – or let him drown in a swimming pool of Jell-O. But all he did in the end was showing his trademark smirk and shaking his head in mock disappointment.
"You wound me, Dean-o. Did you really forget about my homage to Groundhog Day? That was one of my most creative works ever." he stated with a pride only the Trickster could manage. And he knew if looks were able to kill, the room would be lightened up by now by a deep-fried archangel. Fortunately for him the kid had some self-restraint, despite the common knowledge – or it just could´ve been Castiel and Sam holding his shoulders tightly.
"Dude, relax! He may be an ass…okay, he is an ass. But he´s here to help us. And we desperately need it, Dean."
"Need it? Of course we do, Sammy. Maybe a violent renegade-archangel turned Trickster with a sweet-tooth and brain full of shit is exactly what we need. What the hell are you thinking?" Dean shouted, sarcasm dripping thickly from his mouth like bad-tasting honey.
The room was charged with the sparks of distrust and full, deep-seated hatred, which all seemed to be coming from the older hunter. Though Gabriel detected a certain uneasiness in Sam´s gaze and posture, too. And damn, he couldn´t even hold it against the boys. He had tried to kill them on their first encounter all those years back – tried and succeeded even a second time with Dean, though today that didn´t seem to count for much – and then yes, he had trapped them in his own little Wonderland.
But – and that was a massive and proud but in his opinion – he had been ready to give his life for those two idiots and for humanity itself. Well, he hadn´t achieved that goal the way he wanted but – still pompous and shining, folks – and that was more important, he had decided to stand on a side and show his brother that even if Gabriel wanted nothing more than the peace of the old days back, the younger angel wouldn´t allow him to fuck with the only people who could and hopefully would make a difference.
Wasn´t this fact – after all the promises of not laying a single finger on any angel sibling – worth a shot?
"Dean…"
Apparently Castiel did think so, his gravelly voice breaking the heavy tension trying to suffocate the two men and angels in the room.
He turned the hunter so they now both faced each other, hand lying loosely on the imprint hidden beneath three layers of clothes and a self-confidence the size of the Chinese wall.
"I know this is hard to understand, for both of you. But Sam is right. We´re on a losing track. With heaven and hell against us we cannot choose who we want to trust and help us." the angel said calmly and squeezed the hunter´s left shoulder gently.
"Believe me, Gabriel may have been a foe or a hindrance in the past but now he is clearly an ally. He saved you from Lucifer´s wrath and got severely injured. No angel would let that happen to his grace if he wasn´t serious in his actions. Please, if you do not trust him…Dean…trust me…" Castiel concluded, head tilted slightly to the side and cerulean eyes staring pleadingly into the older human´s.
The man was struggling; it was almost funny how clearly it was written all over his face. Fighting against the urge to exterminate a supernatural creature he despised in order to please a supernatural creature he loved – let´s face the fact, even if the kid would never admit it, he was falling for his little brother…badly.
Sounded like the plot of a bad TV show.
"…okay fine…"
"Thank you, Dean. You have my gratitude…"
Another small brush against the mark, an almost invisible smile and an intense eye-fuck later and Gabriel was convinced they were ready to make out any minute in front of him and worse, "little" Sammy.
"Awesome, guys! But please, keep the juicy stuff for later, yeah? There´s a minor here who doesn´t need to see his brother making out with an angel with a kinky love for his trench coat, hm?"
And if Gabriel thought the kid was funny while fighting his inner demons – no pun intended – then he was even more hilarious when realization hit him like a train.
Maybe, working with the only guys insane enough trying to stop the apocalypse the uncommon way was worth the never-healing scar on his chest.
But…just maybe…