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Chapter 14 – Messing With Angels

A million different thoughts were running through Dean's head as she drove down the dull suburban street. Perspiration dripped down her neck from the insistent heat that baked the asphalt and turned the Impala itself into a makeshift oven. She hadn't bothered to remove her jacket – she had been in too much of a hurry to get out of the hotel room and away from Cas, and then she found herself driving in an arbitrary location to an arbitrary destination and she didn't have time to stop and take it off.

She was certainly starting to feel a stronger emotional attachment to Cas then she had ever felt previously, and it seemed as if the feeling was mutual. There was just two things Dean couldn't reconcile: that she felt this way about another guy, and that she was actually falling for an angel. A winged monkey with a questionable moral compass who was millions of years old and from an entirely different plane of existence; there had to be some law of reality that would break if a human hooked up with that.

Not to mention that Dean wasn't gay. At least she didn't think she was gay, she certainly hadn't been faking her enjoyment in women for the last thirty years. So why did she want Cas so bad? She couldn't decide if she was shocked by her feelings or if she somehow knew she was attracted to Cas on a subconscious level all along. It wasn't something she had ever really contemplated before and it made her just a little uncomfortable. Suddenly being uncertain of ones sexuality when it had never before been questioned was no small thing, and not unsettling to the hunter.

Plus, there was a good chance that God would smite her for getting it on with one of his entourage. The cosmos was most definitely not ready for a relationship like this, not from Dean's perspective anyway. She was fighting the urge not to care though; because she waned Cas so bad against all of her better judgement. She wanted to just take her and whisk her away to some alternate universe where they could be together without any literal earth-shattering repercussions. Of course that was never going to happen and things could never be that easy, but it was a nice sentiment when you didn't think too hard about it.

After all that was considered though, it left Dean at an impasse because while she wanted Cas she couldn't allow herself to take her. So she ran, out of the hotel room, away from temptation, and back to the familiar growl of the Impala and sound of tires pressing over concrete. Baby was the one girl Dean could ride who always had no strings attached.

After a few minutes of cruising without a destination, Dean pulled into the parking lot of a diner. It seemed as good a place as any to muse over the hot mess that was her and Cas' relationship. She got out of the car, locked it and tucked the keys inside her pocket. When she walked through the diner door the bell jingled. It smelled of coffee, toast and the unmistakable perfume of a lit grill. The menu was listed on a board above the counter; people sat either there, at tables, or in the few booths that were next to the windows.

This would have been all well and good, and perfectly normal, if two of the people sitting in one of the booths weren't one Sam Winchester and one Archangel Gabriel: and Dean hadn't spotted them as soon as she looked away from the menu board.

The older Winchester immediately bristled at the sight. Any time Gabriel was present there was something fishy going down. The fact that Cas had lied to her about Sam being with Bobby was even more suspicious (where even was Bobby, anyway?) and the fact that Sam didn't seem too fazed by being with Gabriel only drove Dean to be on a redder alert than ever. With purpose, Dean strode over to the hunter and angel and stopped in front of the table. She placed her hands on it's edge and leaned forward between their faces before they could process what was happening.

"Sorry guys, am I interrupting something?" She asked facetiously, casting both of them a distrusting look but eyeing Sam in particular.

Gabriel smiled. "Dean! Mi amigo! So happy you could join us," he greeted Dean warmly - perhaps just a little too warmly.

Sam started and moved back slightly. "Dean, I wasn't expecting you-"

"I'm sure you weren't," Dean cut in, smiling cynically and motioning for Sam to move down so she could take a seat.

Sam glanced at Gabriel with a flustered expression and slid over, letting Dean take her previous spot opposite the Trickster. The atmosphere suddenly became palpable with awkwardness, but Dean seemed to be oblivious as she was too intent on her mission to find out exactly what had been occurring before she arrived.

"So how did you come across us?" asked Gabriel nonchalantly, taking a sip from the ginger beer that had been delivered to the table before Dean had arrived.

"Just came to pick up some grub," Dean lied; nicking a sip of Sam's lemonade out of the straw that was in the glass.

Sam snatched the glass back and frowned. "Hey, get your own!"

"Sorry." Dean smirked, in actual fact not feeling very sorry about it at all. She turned back to Gabriel and her expression finally hardened. "So what's the deal, why are you two her chumming it up?"

"Sam and I aren't allowed to do lunch?" Gabriel inquired innocently, while simultaneously smirking in an unabashedly knowing way.

Dean smiled patronisingly at Gabriel. "No, you're not. Now why are you having a secret mothers club meeting without me?"

Sam turned around in the booth to face her sister. "Look Dean, It's not what you think."

"Then what is it?"

The younger Winchester shot a glance at Gabriel who just smiled at her. "Go ahead, tell him," he teased, anticipating Dean's reaction.

Sam swallowed and turned back to Dean. "We're- we're on a date."

"A date," Dean repeated back to Sam disbelievingly. "You know I might have believed you if I had of found you with Bobby like Cas told me you were, but there is no way in heaven that you're on a date with king of crap."

Gabriel grinned. "Hey, I'm a king! Not bad."

Dean whipped her head around and glared at him. "Shut up."

"Come on Dean, is it really that hard to believe? You went on a date with Cas a few days ago and I didn't make a fuss." Sam waited for dean's response pointedly.

"Yeah, and the only reason we went on it was to appease this asshole." Dean gestured to Gabriel. "So he would put us back in our normal bodies. Plus, that was Cas, she's our best friend. You're with Gabriel and he's not exactly on our list of confidants."

"I should be," Gabriel cut in, "I saved your Asses during the apocalypse."

Dean sighed. "Would you shut up, please!"

The conversation was cut off by the arrival of Gabriel's pancakes and Sam's BLT. Dean leaned back to allow the waiter to hand Sam her food and glared at Gabriel as he stated to dig in to his pancakes.

Once the waiter had retreated back to the kitchen, Sam picked up the conversation once again. "I know it's weird, and it's not like this means anything. Just calm down."

"There's got to be a reason though," Dean insisted, "You wouldn't just agree to this because Gabriel asked you nicely."

A blush rose to Sam's cheeks and she looked down at her plate. "Actually, I did."

"Politeness goes along way, Dean," Gabriel quipped, "You should take note."

"I swear if you open your mouth again I am going to jam that fork so far up your ass you'll be tasting metal for a year," Dean snapped.

"Confident words for a petty little human," Gabriel remarked, a dangerous glint in his eye. It probably wasn't a coincidence that he chose this moment to pick up his knife – and quite conspicuously too.

Dean watched on sombrely as Gabriel began eating his pancakes. It was obvious that this was an argument she wasn't going to with, no matter how much she tried. Gabriel would keep playing the archangel card, and Sam would play the Cas card, and that was that.

Taking a moment to decide where she would go from here, Dean paused and then opened her mouth to speak again. "I do have a question for you, Gabriel."

Gabriel flicked his eyes up at Dean as he was cutting a piece of pancake off. "Shoot."

"What do you think God would think about one of his angels getting with a human? Is that even permitted?" The answer was wanted more to benefit Dean than to put Gabriel and Sam on the spot, but it would achieve both.

"I actually don't think he'd care," Gabriel answered honestly, "It was always Michael and Lucifer that were uptight about it, not Dad. He never showed an opion that went one way or the other on the subject but they sure did – it's what got Luci kicked down from the clouds."

Dean nodded. "I see. Well it looks like I can't sway you guys, so I'm going to leave you alone." She went to stand, but Sam shot out a hand and grabbed her jacket before she could move away.

"You don't have to leave, have lunch with us," Sam implored, gripping Dean's jacket tight and showing no sign that she was going to let go.

"No, I have something I need to do," Dean said, pulling her jacket out of Sam's grip.

Sam didn't argue any further and watched as Dean retreated from the table and out of the diner. She turned back to Gabriel and shot him a glare before picking up half of her BLT. "Great, now Dean is going to be really weird with me. You better be worth it."

Gabriel chuckled and swallowed the piece of pancake that had been in his mouth. "Oh, I will be."

The hotel room door slammed open and Dean stormed in, sweat dripping down her face and a determined look plastered over her features. She ripped her jacket off and threw it carelessly on the floor. She strode over to the bed where luckily, Cas was still laying, with her eyes closed, and crawled over the top of her – pinning her wrists down as she did so.

Cas's eyes popped open and looked up at Dean quizzically. "Dean, where did you –"

"It doesn't matter," Dean answered before the question was finished, and then dipped her head down to capture Cas' lips in a fervent kiss. Her encounter with Sam and Gabriel had sealed the deal – if Sam was going to mess around with an angel, then so was she.

Cas had been lying there, waiting for Dean to come back and to demand an explanation. She was happy the hunter had returned but she wasn't going to be seduced so easily. She pulled her head back from the kiss – which was hard to do since it was against the bed, and narrowed her eyes at Dean. "Why did you leave?"

Dean gulped in a breath of air to recover from the kiss before she spoke. "I had to think some things through, I'm sorry. It doesn't matter though, because now there's nothing stopping us. I want you, Cas. I need you. I-I love you."

A blush rose to Cas's cheeks and she turned her head to the side, away from Dean. The hunter took this opportunity to kiss Cas on the neck. It was involuntary when the angel let out a soft mewl in response. "Dean…"

"Just go with it," Dean said, working her way down the nape of Cas' neck to her collarbone.

Before the hunter knew what was happening, the tables had literally been turned and she was flat on her back, with Cas looking down at her from above. The swiftness of the change n position just served to remind Dean exactly how powerful Cas was. Dean was like a ragdoll to her.

"Don't forget what you're messing with," Cas warned, looking directly into Dean's eyes.

"I haven't," Dean replied, licking her full pink lips.

Then angel hesitated for only a moment before diving in for Dean's lips with the same ferocity she had given on that night when she had kissed Meg on impulse. If that kiss had been pleasant, this one was sending Castiel to another planet. One full of delights she would never have been able to fathom before she experienced them for herself.

Dean's freckles seemed to sparkle thanks to the perspiration on her face. In fact the heat permeating the room made both angel and hunter sticky and clammy but neither cared. Cas snaked a hand up Dean's shirt and caressed the smooth skin of her stomach. The hunter groaned at the touch and tightened the grip she had on the back of Cas' shirt. Unconsciously Cas moved her leg and wedged it between Dean's, pressing against her softly. The hunter gasped at the new pressure and then groaned again.

There was several minutes of kissing pressing bodies against each other before Cas finally pulled away to let both of them regain some oxygen. "We should probably wait until we get back to the bunker, you know," Cas said, letting her head drop in the crevice of Dean's neck. "Bobby or Sam could walk in at any moment."

"Yeah," Dean mumbled, closing her eyes and relishing the feeling of Cas lying on top of her. "I don't care."

Cas chuckled and closed her own eyes. "Right."

Sam stared across the table at Gabriel who was close to finishing his meal. "So we're your pancakes nice?"

"Splendid," Gabriel replied, polishing off the last of his dish.

The BLT had long since been devoured – Sam hadn't been lying when she said she was starving. The food seemed to be the most positive thing about this date thanks to Dean's unexpected appearance. And to think Sam had been on the verge of having a decent time just before her sister had arrived…

Gabriel noticed Sam's lack of enthusiasm and put down his knife and fork. "You're not having fun?"

"It's just Dean," Sam replied, fiddling with the salt shaker. "I really wasn't expecting her to show up."

"Neither was I," said Gabriel, "But who cares? So Dean showed up and tried to stir the pot. She didn't, we're still here."

Sam eyed Gabriel levelly. "True. Still, I feel like we've just made things unnecessarily complicated."

"Nothing is any more complicated than it always is around you two." Gabriel wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up. "I'll take you home, I think the mood has been damaged beyond repair."

"Sorry," Sam mumbled, standing and following Gabriel out of the diner.

"Don't be, you did nothing wrong." Gabriel stopped at the entrance to the diner and turned around to face Sam. He touched her on the shoulder and before Sam knew what was happening they were standing out the front of the hotel room. It took her a few moments to regain her bearings. Gabriel smiled at her. "One last thing – no date would be complete without a kiss."

"Really," Sam said indignantly. "Fine." Gabriel just grinned as Sam leaned down and pressed her lips against his. There was noticeable electricity that shot through both of them when their skin made contact and Sam had to pull herself away to stop things from getting too passionate.

When she did, it suddenly occurred to her that Gabriel was lower than he had been before. How could that be? She looked down at herself and saw her hands were bigger and her chest was flat; she felt her head – her hair was shoulder length again!

Sam was male once again.

"I'm a guy!" Sam exclaimed, patting himself in disbelief.

"I said I would turn you guys back if you went on a date with me," Gabriel responded.

Sam grinned and ran over to the door of the hotel room. She unlocked it and quickly went inside to find Dean and Cas asleep on one of the hotel beds together. Bypassing the shock she should have felt at seeing this, Sam was too excited to care because Dean was male again as well! Gabriel had finally made good on his word! Sam was almost ready to rejoice until he realised something was still off. Cas still looked very petite, especially when she was lying next to Dean like that. Then it hit him: Cas was still female.

"But I never said I'd turn Cas back," Gabriel added from behind Sam, causing the hunter to swivel around and demand an explanation – only for his eyes to be met with empty space.

To Be Continued...