A/N: Oh my crap. The delay for this chapter has been unacceptable. I feel awful, really. I wanted to post lots, fast, but life took an unexpected turn for the shit. I am so sorry. I hope to make up for it, somehow! For now, here is the next chapter. I hope to post some more little drabbles and one-shots soon. If you have any prompts or ideas, bring it! Please! I beg for it! Also, thank you so so so much for the support so far, for this and my other crappy writing adventures. You guys are seriously awesome.
I accept all blame for the mistakes made, I have no beta and to be honest I'm so impatient I read through my stuff like once and then it's go go go.
x Kingston.
Episode 2: The one where Sam gets the couch.
So far they had found nothing. Actually, more than nothing.
Sam faced his brother for what he thinks is the hundredth time and yelled, "Seriously, Dean! Stop it."
Dean's grin widened, still entertained from Sam's previous outburst not two minutes ago, and lowered his torch from his face.
He scoffed lightly, "Aw, lighten up, Sam."
Sam pressed two fingers between his creasing eyebrows. "We're hunting something and we don't even know what that something is yet and-" Sam ended abruptly, startled eyes looking over Dean's head.
"Damn it, Sam. What is it?" Dean whispered, back still turned to his brother's sudden focus of interest.
Sam's expression became calmer but still surprised. "It's Cas."
Dean spun on his heels, not before slapping his brother none-too-gently on the arm for scaring the crap out of him (to which he would never admit), and smiled at the angel's sudden appearance.
"Cas," Dean said, smile growing when the tips of Castiel's lips ticked up in return. "What's up?"
Castiel greeted them both with a nod. "I'm sorry to interrupt. I, um," he looked to the ground and cleared his throat. "I am in need of some assistance."
"Hello, idiots," Gabriel said while he stepped out from behind his brother and stopping at his side. Castiel's gaze drifted with a hint of embarrassment.
"What the hell?" Dean exclaimed and Sam stepped passed his brother to grab Gabriel's collar and snap his head upwards.
"I agree," said Sam, his brow creasing. "You're dead, Gabriel."
Gabriel patted himself down sarcastically and raised his eyebrows.
"Is that a threat?" he asked while allowing Sam to keep his grip. "Pretty good looking for a corpse, eh, Sammy?" Gabriel winked and Sam pushed him away and frowned.
"Okay," Dean said, frustrated. "Reunion. Woo-freaking-hoo… now explain, because just 'cause you helped us with Lucifer doesn't mean you shouldn't have a damned good excuse for us not grilling you in some holy fire right about now."
"Dean," scolded Cas. "He's here to help."
The hunter paused, confused. "…help? For what?"
"Gabriel has informed me that I have a death sentence." Cas' jaw clenched. "I'm being hunted, Dean."
Sam and Dean stared.
"...death sentence? Who would hunt you? And why?" Dean questioned, anger building at whatever the fuck wanted Cas dead.
Gabriel leaned casually against the dank wall.
"A wholly unique race," Gabriel said. "A type of Seraphim created by God to…to maintain order. To bring justice."
He looked around and brushed off his shoulder, moaning, "Look, can we just get out of this place. It's depressing."
Sam crossed his arms, annoyed. "No, actually. We're here for a reason, Gabriel."
"Don't worry, Sammy, s'all good. It's just a run of the mill ghosty. It's been dealt with."
Sam scoffed at Gabriel's dismissive tone, but didn't say more.
"Okay then… let's get out of here." Dean looked at Castiel expectantly and Cas placed a hand each on Sam and Dean.
Gabriel pushed off the wall and yelled, "Wait! Hold up!"
"Ah," Castiel murmured, removing his hold. "This is why I asked of your assistance earlier. I…I know it is much to ask… but I need you to look after Gabriel."
Sam simply widened his eyes while Dean glared in question. "I'm sorry. I don't think I heard that right. It sounded like you said you wanted us to look after him," Dean's voice was gruff and he pointed his glare at Gabriel.
"Him," repeated Sam, "An archangel. Why would we need to look after him?"
"Because I've been clipped, you monkeys. I don't know how or why, but I can't fly anywhere. And seriously, bro, you make it sound like I need baby-sitting. I don't need any help from these nubs, thanks." Gabriel scowled at the group, suddenly feeling exposed. "I can do other stuff it's just...damn it all!" He threw up his hands in frustration and rubbed wildly at his face. "I can't fly. What kind of angel can't friggin' fly?"
They all stared at Gabriel's sudden outburst, not daring to say anything to set him off. They didn't particularly want to test out what he could still do. Eventually Sam stepped forward, closing in on the angel's space and smiled wearily. "Hey, look," Sam said hesitantly. "We'll work it out. Just…stay with us until you do, okay?"
Gabriel gawked up at Sam for a moment before smiling back. "Whatever."
Castiel placed his hands back onto the brothers and Gabriel slapped his hand over Cas' shoulder.
"Well...hurry up," ushered Gabriel.
There was a collective glare and a bitchy raise of an eyebrow from Sam at the archangel before Cas finally sent them on their way.
They returned to the same motel they left this morning and checked in, despite the confused and down-right suspicious glances of a few workers who remembered them from that morning.
"Hi," Sam said, smiling politely to the red-headed girl at the check-in desk. "We'd like to check in."
"Obviously," muttered Gabriel and Sam turned around to glare at him while Dean let out a tired sigh. Cas stepped instinctually closer to Dean and the girl stared apprehensively at the strange group of men.
"Um, will that be one room or two?" the girl asked hesitantly, assuming they must be together but slowly trying to work out who was together with who or if they were here for some sort of late-night foursome.
"One room," Sam said routinely, but corrected himself before the girl could do anything. "With, like, separate beds. And stuff." Gabriel snickered.
"Er, 'kay." She began shuffling for a room key. She blushed lightly. "Here you go. Room 69, it's on the left side."
"Right," he said, taking the unfortunately numbered item.
The group turned away without another word and began the search for their room. She yelled after them. "...have a pleasant evening!" Dean simply waved, embarrassed about how this all must look.
"You too," he said and forced a smile before jogging away to catch the others.
It took them at least 10 minutes to find room 69. Gabriel made a comment about how they didn't find it because of his loss of angel juice. Usually, he'd told them, this kind of thing calls to him. Sam had laughed.
"Right," said Dean as he dropped his bag harshly onto the floor. "Cas, you damn well better get my baby back safely."
Cas looked at him curiously. "Oh," he realised, "of course, Dean." He disappeared and reappeared within moments. "Your car is in the motel's car park, unharmed."
Dean grinned and clapped his hands together. "I could get used to this."
"Yes, well don't," Castiel replied boldly and an almost smirk ghosted his features. Dean made a face in an act of astonishment and pride.
Sam quickly looked around, grimacing. "There are only two beds-"
"Shotgun!" Gabriel yelled and jumped across the room onto the bed furthest from the door. Sam stole a glance at Dean who was staring back. His expression telling Sam that the other bed is mine, and I will piss on it if I have to. I'm not kidding, Sammy. I will do it.
Sam groaned.
"Fine, I get the couch."
"Hey," Gabriel said while sliding himself all over the bed like a cat on heat. "We could always share."
"Fine, I get the couch," Sam repeated, expressionless. He walked over to the (thankfully) large couch that was placed awkwardly a metre or so in front of the beds and planted himself face first into the soft cushions. The fact that he still had several layers of clothing on didn't deter him at all.
"Mmm, g'nigh'," Sam said, his words muffled from his position on the lounge.
Dean snorted at his brother and turned to the doorway where Castiel was still standing. Cas took a step forward towards Dean.
"You will be alright?" Cas asked, worry held behind his tired blue eyes.
The hunter smiled and patted the angel's shoulder affectionately. "'Course we will be," he answered and his eyes drifted away from Cas back to his brother and the archangel now up from the bed and kneeling next to Sam.
Gabriel had simply begun staring at Sam, examining his slowed down breathing. He leant in incredibly close, smile soft and sweet, and after a brief moment of more staring, Gabriel pushed himself from the floor and pressed his finger into Sam's exposed waist, scaring the complete and utter shit out of Sam.
Dean looked away from his now screaming brother and nodded to Castiel.
"We'll be fine."
Whether he was reassuring himself or the angel, he wasn't sure.
Castiel imitated Dean's nervous smile while he patted Dean's shoulder, just like Dean did to him, the only difference was he kept his hold firmly on the human's arm, squeezing lightly.
"I will be back tomorrow morning to discuss the situation further. Until then, sleep well, Dean."
And with that Castiel disappeared. Dean swallowed roughly, hoping the strange course of heat tight in his chest was because of the weird situation with Gabriel and not anything else.
"Right," Dean murmured.
"Why the fuck do you get the bed anyway? You can't sleep! You're an angel!"
"Hey, I'm offended by that accusation! I can sleep if I want to!"
Dean put his hands over his face. "God help me."
It was very late. Or very early. Sam couldn't really find himself to care. There were better things to think about right now. Like for some reason there were chaste, warm kisses across his back. A graze of teeth over his neck. And the word (or name) Sam says next frightens him much less than he thought it would.
"Gabriel," Sam whined.
"Aw, Sammy, I'm not going to hurt you." The archangel smirked, his eyes sparkling with affection.
Sam made a face Gabriel could only assume meant that Sam thought otherwise but as undeterred as ever, the angel wrapped his arms around Sam's neck, Gabriel's bare chest pressing against the humans own uncovered back.
Gabriel rested his chin on Sam's shoulder and Sam shook with a content humming sound low in his throat. That's odd, Sam thought.
Gabriel skimmed a warm hand up Sam's torso, intentionally raking his nails over any of the tall being's particularly sensitive spots of skin and traced a line with his fingers up his chest to his shoulders, then casually leafed his fingers through the soft brown hair at the nape of Sam's neck.
The angel stopped without pulling away and his smirk was replaced by a tender smile.
"I love you."
Sam froze for a secondbefore standing from his seat, removing himself from Gabriel's hold.
"I have to go," Sam said, confused with the situation. Panic slowly swelled in his chest when he turned to look at Gabriel. The look on the angel's face scared Sam. It wasn't right.
"This is your dream," Gabriel said confused, head tilted. Like Cas, Sam thought, but on Gabriel the action seemed wrong, too naïve…too innocent. "This is your subconscious. You can't just run away from yourself, Sam. You can't leave!"
Gabriel's confusion turned startlingly fast to anger.
His eyes started glowing shades of white and blue and Sam felt dread overtake him and was suddenly gasping for the air his lungs couldn't find. "Yeah? Well, I can try."
He opened the motel door that he could see blurring in the corner of his eye with a force he barely understood and woke up.
Sam pushed himself off the couch silently, ignoring the still wide awake Gabriel's questioning stare. Sam was quietly thankful that he didn't say anything.
He padded bare foot into the tiny dark bathroom, quickly flicking on the light and slumped over the sink.
He stared at his paling reflection. His eyes were blown almost completely black and sweat stuck loose waves of hair to his temples.
Shit, Sam thought. What the hell was that?
Breathing seemed almost impossible right now. Sam was absolutely exhausted and anxious and fuck. He decided on trying to remain awake the rest of the night.
It wasn't difficult.
