Dean's Babysitting Hell
I am going to be posting chapter titles in the story now just in case they are longer than normal.
In the next chapter: The Sabriel adventures continue.
I don't own Supernatural.
Chapter 10: The Adventures of Sabriel, Part 1
Gabriel's truce with Dean didn't last long. Maybe a week, Gabriel was on his best behavior, trying to get back into the hunter's good graces. Once he was certain that Dean wasn't going to throw a molotov with holy fire at him, Gabriel began to revert to his old ways. But this was a slow, methodical process. He wanted to ease Dean back into the idea of chaos before he actually started causing it. So, Gabriel was very meticulous about his actions. All the while, he was thinking up a storm – concocting one of the biggest, greatest schemes of his life.
It went into motion on a Tuesday afternoon. Dean and Castiel had gone out grocery shopping, which meant that Gabriel and Sam were left alone. Since Dean was gone, the TV was off, and the bunker was oddly silent. Sam sat on the couch, dozing off while Gabriel paced back in forth in front of it.
"So . . ." Gabriel said conversationally. He ceased his pacing for a while, and faced his boyfriend. "We're alone."
Sam gave the archangel a bitch-face. "It's not like we can do anyting."
"Says who?" Gabriel countered, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Sam's lips curled back slightly in disgust. "We're kids, Gabwiel."
"Sammy!" the archangel exclaimed with false horror. "Get your mind out of the gutter! I wasn't talking about that."
Now, the boy's expression changed. "What did you mean, then?" he inquired with a renewed curiosity.
"Dean and Cassie are out – let's cause some trouble!" Gabriel replied simply. He puffed out his chest, doing his best to look proud of his idea.
Sam shook his head. "You gotta be more specific Gabe."
"For starters, why don't we go out?" The archangel tried a different approach then. If Samsquatch is gonna be in with me on this, I guess I gotta show him what's in store. "I haven't taken you on a date in a while."
"A date?" Sam queried dubiously. "That doesn't sound like trouble-making."
"Sound is the key word my moosey friend," Gabriel answered with a devilish smile. "C'mon! Let's go out – we'll be back before Dean-o and Cassie."
Even though he still didn't look convinced, Sam nodded. Gabriel smirked and gathered Sam in his arms. As the two left the bunker, Gabriel resisted the urge to gloat over his small win. Soon, Sam would be on board entirely, and the real fun could commence. Victory shall soon be mine! The archangel thought with glee. Get ready, Dean-o. We're gonna leave a trail a mile-long for you to follow!
"And candy shop? Weally, Gabwiel?" Sam asked. Gabriel could hear the disappointment in his partner's voice and suppressed the small twinge of pain it brought about. Sam's opinion and feelings were of Gabriel's upmost concern. If he wasn't happy, than Gabriel found himself unable to be happy too.
But he'll be happy soon, Gabriel tried to reason with himself. Once he finds out what we're going to do, he'll be more than happy.
"Oh, it's not that bad, Samsquatch. Besides," he added after a moment. "It could be fun."
Sam's face wrinkled in confusion. "Wait, what do you—?" Gabriel had already opened the door and was stepping inside. Sam cut off as he looked around the store, his blue-gray eyes running over all the different sweets. They lined the walls, the counters – everywhere they could fit. There was a small counter parallel to the entrance, and a boy that looked like he belonged in college and had way too much acne to have a social life stood behind it.
"Well, hello there," he greeted them with a cheerful smile.
Gabriel balanced Sam on his hip and walked up to the counter. He looked up at the college boy whose name tag read "Archie" and said, "One of everything, please."
Archie smiled at the archangel and stepped out from behind the counter. "Are you lost, little boy?"
"Little boy?!" Gabriel demanded. Of course, he knew how he looked, but he wasn't going to stand for some nerd to call him a little boy! "I'll have you know, that I've killed hordes of demons single-handedly—"
"What kind of TV have you been watching?" Archie said, sounding genuinely shocked by Gabriel's outburst. "Where are your parents?"
"Well . . . My mom's dead and my dad hasn't been home in a few days," Sam suddenly piped up. Gabriel felt his lips twitch in the beginnings of a smile. Sam always knew how to play along.
"I don't even have a mom. Figure that one out," Gabriel added.
"Do you know your dad's phone number?" Archie asked, looking between the hunter and the angel. "Maybe I could call him."
"You could try praying, but I doubt he'd listen," the archangel offered. Sam began to giggle.
The boy seemed slightly confused by this. "Praying is always good – but I'd like his phone number."
"He has like fifty," Sam spoke again. "Do you want one of those?"
Archie looked at Gabriel then and sighed. "Why don't you take your brother and—"
"He's not my brother," Gabriel said matter-of-factly. "He's my human boyfriend."
"Um . . ." Archie said, now looking incredibly concerned and even a bit terrified. "What?"
"Oh, and we awe not actually this young," Sam added. "We awe kinda like . . . in our thiuhties. Oh, and this is Gabwiel, and awchangel of the Lord."
Archie stood there, watching them with a confused and slightly disturbed expression on his face. Gabriel had a hard time keeping himself from laughing. "Okay, I think I'm just going to call—" before he could finish, Gabriel had touched two fingers to his forehead. Archie slumped to the ground, unconscious.
"Okay, Sammy," Gabriel said, smiling. He looked at his hunter, feeling proud of himself. "Dig in!"
When Dean and Cas returned to the bunker, everything appeared to be in order. It wasn't falling down, nor was it on fire. There wasn't a horde of demons swarming it. There wasn't an army of angels coming after Gabriel because of some stupid prank. Everything seemed normal. Dean found that very refreshing, but Castiel knew better. He could tell that something was off. He should have been at least able to hear Gabriel talking, or moving around inside. He should have been able to sense his older brother's grace.
But he couldn't.
And the inside of the bunker was uneasily silent.
As the pair entered the bunker, Dean finally began to realize that something was wrong. "Sammy?" he called, setting the bags of groceries on the kitchen counter. "Gabriel?" Dean began to search the bunker, checking in every possible location. Castiel took flight and looked for them in the surrounding area.
They came up with nothing.
Dean began to panic. He called all of Sam's phones, and Gabriel's phone, even though he knew it was unlikely they'd brought them alone. Then, he called Bobby, Garth, Kevin, Jody Mills – anyone he thought could help search for them.
Castiel watched his boyfriend worriedly, hugging onto his leg extra tightly. "It'll be okay, Dean," the little angel tried to assure. "We'll find them. And Gabriel will protect Sam."
Dean didn't answer Cas, he just kept muttering, "I'm gonna kill them. When I find them, I'm gonna kill them. Then, I'll call Crowley and bring them back to life and kill them again!"
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