Gabriel was telling his friends a raunchy joke about a DD size blonde bimbo, a two foot salami roll and her pet poodle, when his golden eyes landed on a newcomer to the bar. The man, who must be at least four inches over six feet tall leaned on the bar counter smiling at Kali. His goddess bit her lower lip as her eyes lingered on the Big Foot's dimples and muscular biceps. Wait a minute! Gabe knew, who Gigantor was…fucking Sam, one of the show's writers!
The trickster instantly was on his feet which happened to be gelatin like at the moment. "Where you going, mate?" Balthazar asked his drunken friend.
Gabriel held on to the edge of the table to stop himself from swaying from side to side. He licked his lips before speaking in a slurred fashion. "Chewbacca is trying to put the moves on my goddess. I am not going to allow his gargantuan, hairy ass to lay a finger on my future wife." He inhaled and exhaled deeply.
Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here" was coming to an end. Thank God! Gabe loathed anything Pink Floyd related. The band's music was the perfect cure for his insomnia riddled nights. Gabriel wobbled over to the jukebox and searched for a perfect song which would help him illustrate his John Travolta dance moves to Kali. His future bride will ignore the Yeti for the remainder of the night, as soon as her dark eyes landed on his swiveling, hypnotic hips.
Castiel bumped into Gabriel. The blue eyed man held two beer bottles. "Sorry, Gabe" Cas noticed the short troublemaker was plastered. He held both beer bottles in one hand and wrapped two fingers around one of Gabe's belt loops. He guided the inebriated trickster to the bar. Cas cleared his throat in order to garner Sam's and Kali's attention.
"Kali, do you mind serving my friend here a cup of black strong coffee?" Gabe swerved his entire body from left to right. He smiled dopily at Kali.
"Sure thing, Cas," she replied. Kali gazed at Gabriel with concern.
"Whoa! You better sit down, buddy," Sam told the trickster as he picked him up as if he were a toddler and sat him on a stool. Gabriel glared daggers at the Sasquatch, as he wiggled his short legs in protest.
"Thanks, you guys!" Cas bellowed as he reached the door that led to the outside patio.
Kali served Gabriel a piping hot cup of coffee. She blew on it so it could cool a little. Kali didn't want the idiot to burn his tongue. "You can drink it now, sweetie." Gabriel drank it all and realized the song was close to ending. He jogged over to the jukebox and selected "I'm Too Sexy". When he returned to the counter, Kali and Chewbacca were reminiscing about their freshmen year in college. Gabriel's shoulders slumped, when he plopped his ass on a stool.
"You guys met in college?" His words weren't slurring as much as before. The cup of strong coffee and stiff competition from Fabio, Jr. helped sober him up.
"We shared most of our electives together and we dated sophomore year," Kali answered.
Gabriel grinned. Excellent! So Sammy boy was part of Kali's past. He waggled his brows. And he will be part of her future. "Actually, we broke up because Kali's parents didn't approve of their daughter dating someone not of their culture." Sam's eyes held a sad puppy look to them. Both of Kali's hands covered one of his gargantuan ones.
Gabriel had enough! He hopped on the counter and started performing the Macarena. Kali rolled her eyes. Sam cracked up. From across the bar, the trickster's friends encouraged him to continue providing the show.
Two extremely good looking men entered the Bayou. They could possibly be fashion models. The blond one was overdressed and held a look of disgust as he took in his surroundings. The dark haired one was scolding him, as the couple headed towards Kali. Gabriel referred to the brunet as Clark Kent. Clark ordered two Scotch on the rocks for the two of them. The Daniel Craig wannabe followed him out to the patio. Gabriel continued shaking his ass. Jo chose Kelis' "Milkshake" to play next. Most of the bar patrons flooded around the counter to witness Gabriel's antics.
After the song ended, Gabriel turned towards Kali. He tugged his hair at what he saw. Kali entered her phone digits in Tarzan's iPhone. She handed it back to Sam, who gently pulled a raven lock behind her ear. Kali smiled and gazed at the top of the counter bashfully. Ugh! He'd had enough! There was so much a guy could take. He jumped to the floor and ran inside the men's bathroom.
Daniel and Henry arrived at the patio. "Sorry we didn't know the patio was occupied," Daniel said in his thick Liverpool accent.
Castiel turned around from where he stood by one of the picnic tables. The color drained from his face. He never thought he'd ever be face to face with his cretin of an ex. Dean stood up abruptly. He whispered, "Fuck me," as he went to stand next to Cas. He needed his best friend to know he had his back.
Dean's eyes acted on their own accord and glued themselves on Henry. Sure the guy was hot as fuck but good looks did not make up for his reptilian interior. Dean felt Castiel move closer to him. He glanced down at him for a few seconds. Daniel was the one to speak first. "How adorable our exes have shacked up together? The way Dean just looked at Cassie had pussy whipped written all over."
Castiel licked his lips. "Unlike the two of you, who have no regard for other people's feelings, we do. Dean and I are good friends and that is it." Cas fisted his hands. "Why the fuck should I tell you anything? You lost the privilege to be privy to my private life after you fornicated with this man behind my back!"
Cas hated physical altercations but the alcohol in his system was daring him to pick a fight with Daniel. He walked closer to his ex and squinted his electric blue eyes at him. "You want to know something?" He giggled. Daniel rolled his cerulean eyes. "I am going to tell you anyways, fucker. Dean's right…"
Daniel decided to play along. "About what?" He crossed his muscular arms around his chiseled chest. He had to admit a pissed off Cassie was delectable because it always led to long angry sex marathons. The Brit cleared his head. No wait…he wasn't with Cassie anymore.
"You do look like a bulldog." Castiel laughed heartily.
"Speaking of dogs, seeing the neighbor's canine shit all over your clothes after I tossed them out the window was fucking classic!" Dean told Henry. He laughed so hard, Dean was doubling over.
Henry narrowed his eyes at Dean. "Daniel bought me an entire new wardrobe thanks to your childish shenanigans."
"I see he has a new Ken doll. Does he pick out all of your clothes including underwear and write down your weekly dress schedule?" Castiel looked at Henry. He hated the man with all of his guts ever since he witnessed him and Daniel going at it in his own fucking bed! Now he was relieved. Henry did him a huge favor taking Daniel from him. For the first time, Castiel realized he was able to breathe on his own. Daniel could no longer control his life.
"He hated my so called 'sex hair' and we wouldn't go out in public until he tamed it with half a bottle of gel or threw a hat over it." Castiel felt liberated as he let it all hang out.
"Daniel's so fucking full of himself, he instructed an interior designer to have a mirrored wall and ceiling be erected in our bedroom. Daniel would cum faster watching himself ram into me." The tip of Daniel's ears turned pink. "Oh and he always commanded me to call him Hot Rod during intercourse."
"Cassie, that's enough!" Daniel yelled.
"What's the matter, big boy? You can't handle the truth. You are a selfish, demanding and controlling son of a bitch!"
"Cas, we better go," Dean whispered in his friend's ear.
"What?! These two assbutts did a number on us and you just want to leave. Don't you have anything to say to your two timing ex?" Castiel elbowed Dean away from him. He turned to Henry. "The two of you deserve each other. You did Dean a favor. He is too damn good for you. You and Daniel are selfish dicks, who deserve each other."
"You better put your bitch on a leash, Winchester," Daniel stated vehemently. He had enough of Castiel's drunken tirade.
Dean clocked him on the jaw. Daniel landed on a picnic table. "You better show Cas some respect, douchebag." Daniel stretched his jaw. He stood up and barreled into Dean. The two men wrestled on the ground. Henry screamed Daniel's name. Castiel saw he was going to defend his lover; he grinded his teeth before hurling himself over Henry's form.
Castiel clung to Henry like a Spider Monkey. He wrapped his legs tight around the other man's hips. Henry banged his back towards the brick wall to see if he could get Castiel off of him. Cas's fingers dug deep into Henry's dark lush hair and yanked at it. He grinned wide as he removed a chunk out. Henry screamed. "That's for breaking Dean's heart!"
Daniel punched Dean's nose. The Winchester saw blue jays fly in front of him. "You son of a bitch!" Blood pooled down his nostrils. He angrily wiped the blood away. Dean enveloped his hands around the bulldog's neck. He managed to cover his body on the floor. Daniel tried kneeing him in the groin but Dean beat him every time. The Winchester banged Daniel's head to the ground. Daniel's eyes crossed.
Sam, Kali and Balthazar entered the patio. "What the fuck?" Sam asked at the scene in front of him. Dean was banging some blond guy's head repeatedly on the ground and Castiel was pulling hair out of some Superman doppelganger.
"Guys, stop this at once!" The Sasquatch screamed as he got between Dean and the other guy, who was losing consciousness. Balthazar assisted him in walking the blond to Benny's office. Kali, who was able to finagle Cas away from Henry led them inside.
Henry spat on Castiel's shoes. "Real classy guy you replaced me with, Dean."
"Fuck you, Henry! I am so over you and Castiel is more of a man than you will ever be."
Henry smirked. "Yeah…tell yourself that." He turned on his heel to follow the others to Benny's office.
Castiel finally saw Dean's face. "Oh my God! You must be in so much pain. Let me get you some aspirin."
Dean's right hand circled Cas' left wrist. "Are you ok? I know it was hard as fuck seeing those two again."
"Having you at my side made it ok." Cas smiled at him.
All of a sudden, Meg, Jo and Anna found them. "Thank God you are ok, Clarence!" Meg plastered herself to Castiel. Dean rolled his eyes.
Jo and Anna surrounded him and started inspecting his bruises. "We need to take you to the ER to check if your perfect nose is broken. What the hell happened?" Jo asked.
"Just two hammered ass wipes, who decided to pick a fight. They look worse than we do." Dean grinned at the girls.
"At least let's get you to the bathroom to clean you up," Anna suggested. Dean nodded.
Ten minutes earlier, Gabriel entered the men's bathroom. His mind kept on replaying how good Kali's ass looked clad in tight denim. He made sure the coast was clear and he got inside the last toilet stall. He swiftly unzipped his jeans and threw them down his ankles. Gabriel knelt and fetched a small packet of lube from one of his back pockets. He rose and leaned against the cold wall.
Gabe squirted half of the lube on his right palm and slathered it around the base of his cock. He arched his neck backwards as he fisted his dick. Gabriel closed his eyes and imagined himself fucking Kali on a sex swing. His cock got rock hard instantly. He played around with Gabe, Jr.'s slit. Gabe bit his lower lip as he felt his orgasm was fast approaching. Suddenly, the trickster heard a commotion.
"Come on, Dean just a few more steps," Cas said.
One of the sinks was put to use. The sound of the paper dispenser was being used and water rushing down a faucet made Gabe scream inwardly. He bit his lower lip and planted both hands against the wall as his dick squirted jizz all over it.
He peaked through a slit on the stall door. The girls were tending to Dean, whose face looked as if it was run over by a bulldozer. Castiel put a large wad of paper under the sink before tenderly wiping blood from under Dean's nose and jaw.
Gabriel slid to the floor as he came down from the euphoria of orgasm. He made a ball out of toilet paper and cleaned the mess he did. Then he pulled up his jeans. When he zipped up his pants, Gabriel screamed in agony. "Fuuuuck!" Several pubes got stuck on the zipper. Gabe panted heard and sweated profusely.
"What was that?" Anna asked.
"Gabe, is that you?" Jo inquired as she stood in front of the stall he currently occupied.
Gabriel felt like crying, as he struggled lowering the stubborn zipper to release the stuck pubic hairs. "I'm alright, sis. I just passed a kidney stone."
"Dude, that is the equivalent of a man giving birth. Is there anything we can do?" the petite blonde asked in a voice filled with concern.
Gabriel continued fighting with the zipper. He exhaled deeply once he was able to lower the damn thing. "I will not go commando until I have a Brazilian wax," he thought to himself.
"You're a doll. The worst part is over." He opened the stall's door and headed to one of the sinks where he dunked his head underneath. "All better" He smiled at Jo. He then turned to Dean. "What happened to you, bro?"
"Some dicks started a fight with Cas and me," Dean said in between winces. Anna and Meg were inserting small paper balls in his nostrils to stop the bleeding.
"It's a good thing Zachariah isn't around. Who knows what sort of punishment he would lash out for this?" Gabriel tapped Dean and Cas on the shoulder.
Sam and Balthazar entered. "I managed to convince those two gonads not to press any charges. Dean, you need to be more careful with your temper. That Daniel guy was close to losing consciousness."
"I am sorry but the guy had it coming!" Dean felt absolutely no remorse in kicking Daniel's ass. To be honest with himself he would not hesitate to do it again if the fucker disrespected Cas once more.
"Well let's go. They agreed to wait a while. They don't want to bump into you guys," Balthazar said.
"This has been an exciting night. Dean and Cas got into a fight and kicked those two GQ models asses and Gabe passed a kidney stone," Jo said enthusiastically.
"Ouch!" Sam and Balthazar said simultaneously.
"I'm ok now. Let me say bye to Kali," Gabriel said as he walked gingerly out the door.
Sam followed. "I'll go with you!"
"Of course you are"
Castiel volunteered to drive Dean home. He would catch a cab afterwards. "I'm going to pull over at a gas station. The tank is almost on empty."
"Shit! I was going to do just that on my way home." Dean said as he pulled out of the toilet paper from his nostrils. "At least I am no longer bleeding and my nose hurts less." Dean breathed through his mouth.
Cas parked the car at a Chevron gas station. Dean told him he was going to the bathroom. He opened the door with the key, the acne riddled teen, who manned the cashier handed him. The bathroom wasn't too filthy like in the movies. Dean pissed at a urinal and washed his hands before splashing water gently over his bruised face. He stared at himself and was distracted by someone entering. Fuck he'd forgotten to lock the damn door!
Dean was pleasantly surprised to see it was Cas. "I was beginning to worry about you." Dean noticed the tips of Cas' ears turned pink and his cheeks were crimson.
"You alright, Cas?" Dean leaned against the sink.
"You were so fucking hot, when you went all alpha on Dan's smarmy ass." Castiel cornered Dean.
The Winchester chuckled. "Really?"
"I think you deserve a little something for coming to my rescue." Cas shoved Dean hard against the wall causing the mirror to crack.
"Whoa!"
Castiel's mouth covered Dean's. His teeth tugged Dean's lower lip playfully. Dean pushed his tongue inside Cas' moist and hot mouth. His hands landed on Castiel's denim class ass. He palmed the hard globes as their tongues mated.
Castiel stopped the kiss. He ordered Dean to raise his hips. The blue eyed man efficiently undid Dean's jeans. In under a minute, the blond's jeans and boxer briefs were at his ankles. Castiel's long, elegant fingers leisurely moved up his legs and thighs. Dean's dick stirred. Castiel fondled his balls, as his head lowered until it was right in front of Dean's dick.
Dean's body shivered in anticipation. He breathed hard through his mouth. Castiel's eyes bored into his for a brief moment. He smiled causing the corners to crinkle. Dean melted on the inside. He locked his long legs around Cas' torso.
The brunet's tongue brushed under Dean's erect shaft as he continued fondling his balls. Dean's hips arched upwards. His hands clung to the sink. Cas pressed kisses over Dean's thighs. His hands no longer played with his balls and were soon replaced by Castiel's magical tongue. His hands sank into Dean's hipbones.
Dean felt Cas' tongue glide into his aching hole. Henry wasn't a fan of rimming. The bastard liked for it to be done to him but never reciprocated. Cas' tongue swept efficiently in and out. His right hand returned to Dean's neglected cock. Two of his left hand's fingers scissored him. Dean's walls spasmed a little. Dean's breathing became shallow. Was it possible for someone to die due to receiving too much pleasure?
Castiel continued brushing the walls of Dean's hole with his tongue. "You taste so damn good, Dean. I would've skipped dessert if I would have known I'd have you opened up like a buffet all for me."
"Cas, don't stop. God, you're my very own pleasure angel," Dean moaned as he was about to come.
Castiel reached his prostate and Dean saw stars. He screamed Cas' name just as he came over both of their shirts and Cas' left cheek. Dean slowly sat up and licked Castiel's cheek clean. Cas's hands clung to the back of Dean's neck. He brought their faces close and kissed him hungrily. When they stopped for much needed breath, Dean leaned his forehead against Cas'.
Castiel chuckled. "I guess you now have an answer to your FWB question."
