Dean gazes at me for a few more seconds, then he does not waste any more time. His lips lock on mine, and his teeth nip at my lips, trying to get me to open my mouth to him. I easily give in, and his tongue starts to explore every inch of my mouth. A moan escapes into his mouth when a warm hand snakes its way up my top and bra, cupping one of my breasts. Before I know it I'm lying on my back on the bed, Dean above me, and I can feel the warmness from his body on me, and it actually feels so right.
Who am I?
My worrying thoughts are shoved to the side when my top gets smoothly lifted off, followed by my bra. Dean shifts slightly, and his mouth leaves mine, traveling to my neck, and then my chest. His lips suck at one of my nipples, and I squirm involuntarily. A hand presses down lightly on my stomach, and Dean lifts his face up, eyes locked on mine.
"I didn't have you down as a squirmer, Angel. I wonder how much more you would squirm if I..."
A hand sneakily slips into my underwear, causing me to yelp a little too loudly.
"OH HELL NO!"
My eyes instantly dart to the door, where Gabriel is now standing, his face thunderous. I hurriedly get my clothes back on and sit up, pressing myself against the headboard. Dean grumbles and slides off the bed, staying clear of Gabriel's grabbing distance.
Sam is standing behind Gabriel, arms folded across his chest, his expression tense.
"Are you two for real right now? Don't you think this,"
Gabriel gestures between me and Dean
"has gone far enough already? We're in major shit here!"
I hesitantly get off the bed, but I can't bring myself to look Gabriel in the eye. He is correct, after all, what do we think we're doing here?
On the other hand, a little voice inside of me is insisting I just don't care.
"I'm surprised you two didn't kill each other, or at least seriously maim, " Dean comments as his gaze flickers between Gabriel and his brother. Gabriel shrugs, and Sam's eyes seem to avoid everyone else's.
"Yeah well, me and Sam kinda came to an...understanding."
Shaking his head, Dean lets out a chuckle.
"Well, I'll be damned."
And then I finally pluck up the courage to speak.
"So...where do we go from here?"
I see Gabriel sigh, running a hand through his hair. He looks much older than I've ever seen him, and it worries me.
"Honestly? I have no idea. Alastair's dead so-"
"I didn't kill him."
Everyone stares at Dean, who seems unfazed.
Sam steps out from behind Gabriel, and marches over until he's nearly in Dean's face.
"What the hell do you mean you didn't kill Alastair? Please tell me this is one of your fuckin jokes I don't get!"
Dean swallows, shrugging.
"I just acted on spur of the moment, alright? I just focused on getting her out of there!"
Sam's face drops, and he begins pacing. I edge backwards, I don't want to be in his immediate firing line.
"This can't be happening! This can't be fuckin happening! I can't go back to Hell Dean I can't!"
Dean steps towards Sam, but a sharp look stops him. I can tell from Dean's body language he's worried, and scared, but he hides it so much better than Sam.
"Sam, you need to calm down. Panicking is not gunna do anybody any good."
"You know what? Screw you Dean! This is all your fault in the first place! What are you even doing, huh? Why her? Why a DAMN Angel of all things!"
"Sammy-"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT! ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTIONS!"
Dean glances at me, then back to Sam, who I have to admit, I'm slightly terrified of at this moment.
"I...I don't know."
Sam throws him an incredulous look, his body trembling.
"YOU DON'T KNOW! ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? WE'RE AS GOOD AS DEAD BECAUSE YOU 'DON'T KNOW'? THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH DEAN!"
Out of nowhere, a growl rips from Dean's mouth, and my eyes widen. They look as if they're going to launch at each other.
Gabriel steps in between them, holding his arms out.
"Both of you, for the love of cheap whiskey SHUT UP! Fighting each other is going to get us nowhere! We need a plan fast, otherwise we're all as good as dead."
Dean seems to lose some of his ferocity, but Sam growl's. Gabriel points a finger at him.
"Calm down, or I swear I will put a you on a damn leash."
Sam's lip twitch's, but he silences. Gabriel turns to Dean.
"You two need to lay low, for now anyway. Crowley's got his friggin claws into everything and everyone."
Dean nods, glancing between me and Gabriel.
"What about you two?"
I run a hand through my hair, sighing sadly.
"There is no where we could hide from Michael and Raphael, not if they discovered..."
I trail off, staring at Gabriel. Gabriel nods in agreement, a grave expression on his face.
"Crowley doesn't have any proof, and neither does Alastair. I doubt Michael or Raphael will believe a Demon just because they say it happened. But,"
he throws a sharp glance at me, and then Dean.
"You two need to stay as far away from each other as possible, for now. We don't want to add fuel to fire."
I watch Dean's face drop, and I can feel a weird unfamiliar ache in my chest, but I know Gabriel is right.
Gabriel gestures for me to come with him. I walk towards him, and I cast a last glance at Sam, who still looks furious, while Dean just stares at the ground.
Just as I reach Gabriel, he glares at the Winchester's.
"I hope for your own sakes you don't kill each other."
And then we are gone.
Me and Gabriel check into a different motel, on the other side of town. It is nicer in appearance than the last, I can say that about it. However, the atmosphere is tense, and we hardly talk. I can sense Gabriel is angry, and I do not want to push him for answers, afraid that he will snap.
Things come to an inevitable breaking point some weeks later, while we are prowling a block of deserted streets in the early morning in search of a Demon, one who is responsible for the latest bouts of angel kidnappings and killings.
We pause in an garbage filled alleyway, Gabriel drawing his blade and searching around. I keep back, my blade also drawn, covering his back.
"I am sorry Gabriel."
The word's seem to tumble out of their own accord.
I see him visibly tense, and there is a pause before he replies.
"I don't wanna talk about this right now."
I step closer, my shoulders sagging.
"Then when? We need to discuss this, otherwise it will only get worse."
Before he can reply, a snicker sounds from behind me, and I spin, my blade ready to slice.
The Demon ducks, and knocks me sideways into the brick wall. I regain my composure, and lunge back at him, ferocious growls tearing from his lips as I manage to pin him to the opposite alley wall.
Gabriel hurries over, raising his own blade and pressing it against the Demon's exposed throat. The Demon, who is currently possessing the body of a young man, with shaggy blonde hair and dressed in dark leather from head to toe, only cackles, his now black eyes locking onto Gabriel.
I make sure he is pinned, but my mind is still churning over the inevitable conversation me and Gabriel will soon be having. I watch as Gabriel presses the blade harder, causing the Demon's eyes to bulge.
"Now, Demon, any last words?"
The Demon swallows, his eyes darting between us. His lips curl into a sneer, and he spits at Gabriel. Wiping a sleeve over his face, Gabriel grits his teeth, then plunges his blade straight through the Demon's throat.
There is brief flicker of yellow light, and then he slumps, and I let him crumple to the ground. Gabriel throws him a disgusted look.
"Dickbag."
I nod, casting a look over the dead Demon.
"Shame, he was up for a promotion."
Crowley is standing at the entrance to the alley, his gaze on the Demon. I clutch my blade tighter, and Gabriel comes to stand next to me.
"What the hell do you want Crowley?"
Crowley glances up at Gabriel, his hands shoved in his pockets. He shrugs, his gaze switching to me.
"Come on wings, you both must know why the king's here. I've been given some rather exciting information."
I can feel my cheeks flush, and my palms getting clammy. I glance at Gabriel, who seems unfazed. I wish I could hide my emotions as good as him sometimes. Crowley chuckles, his finger tapping against his chin.
"Now...what was it again? Ah yes, that Katherine and Dean have been shagging?"
I gulp, but Gabriel merely shrugs.
"And where did you hear that from? Obviously some low rank Demon trying to worm himself into your good books. You shouldn't really take crap like that seriously."
Crowley presses a hand to his chest, his mouth dropping open.
"I'm offended you'd think me so reckless, Gabriel. Oh no, this was straight from the horse's mouth."
"You are a fucking liar."
I feel Gabriel gape at me, and even Crowley looks vaguely surprised. I have never said that word before in my entire existence.
"My my, you're developing quite the mouth, aren't you? I may be a lot of things sweetheart, but I'm not a liar. Well, not all the time anyway."
Gabriel huffs, I can tell he's getting increasingly impatient.
"Just out with it Crowley!"
Crowley smirks at me.
"Lover boy came and told me everything, begging for my forgiveness. Especially for his poor little brother. One thing about those two, they'll sell out anyone to save themselves."
I shake my head, the grip on my blade turning painful.
"No, he would not do that."
"Why? Because he cares so much about you? You're living in a fantasy world darling, time to wake up. Now,"
He turns to Gabriel.
"This is what's gunna happen. You two are going to keep well away from any of my staff. If I find out otherwise, well, I might just have to let the cat out of the bag to the big guy's upstairs."
Gabriel steps forward.
"You don't wanna start this."
Crowley quirks an eyebrow at him.
"Start what, exactly? You don't have any authority here, and you know it. Not if you both want to keep your grace, that is."
He glances down at his watch.
"Well, I have other things to attend to. Toodles."
He vanishes, leaving me and Gabriel staring at each other.