Title: Stolen Moments

Snippet #25: A Very Kick-Ass Life ~ It isn't until Gabriel dies that he decides living life and living alone and unhappily isn't the same thing at all. Luckily, he may get another chance.

Warnings: Teen. Set not even a week after the events of Season 5's 'Hammer of the Gods'.

Set to Tool's 'Stinkfist'

~It's not enough. I need more.

Nothing seems to satisfy.~

"Live your life," Gabriel says as he shrugs off his jacket and sets his all too questionable sights on the hunter before him, standing tall and proud, a mixture of confusion and disbelief at suspecting the truth awash on his cheeks and in his eyes. "Don't pay mind to anything but what you want."

Dean's thought about this mentality before but never accepted it. When he was younger he would go after women when he wanted to, but it was never with infamous, unquenchable desire.

"You want me." He tries to form it into a question but it won't come.

"No," Gabriel smirks and slides right past him; Dean doesn't turn around or follow him. "I want your brother."

"You want Sam."

The trickster who's actually an archangel doesn't nod or walk back towards him. More than anything, Dean's psyche, hell, every part of Dean needs an answer. Guessing can be dangerous, assuming and acting based on that assumption is something he isn't planning on falling for any time soon. He doesn't want to be sprawled out underneath Gabriel, looking up at him and wondering what the hell he's gonna do if he chooses not to smite.

But that same archangel saved his and his brother's lives not even a week before, and if he can't trust him at least with his life, just a little bit, than Dean doesn't think he can trust anyone, not even if he really kinda wants to.

Gabriel doesn't care about that, doesn't care about what he's thinking or feeling or guessing for that matter. So Dean won't turn around to give him something he no doubt wants, to poke and prod and melt under Gabriel's whims. Dean Winchester won't become an archangel's submissive.

"You honestly can't guess what I really want?"

He closes his eyes tightly and opens them again as he's turning around. Shit.

There's nothing there, no sneaky, undeniably taunting and annoying trickster. There's no voice that reminds Dean of how much Gabriel doesn't shut up, no face proving to him how much of a game he really believes life to be. And if the archangel doesn't take life seriously, then why the hell should the hunter care what he has to have? Why should he give a fuc...?

A tap on his shoulder and he falls for it because his guards have been lowered unwillingly (knows Gabriel is laughing at this), reels and stumbles back when he realizes just how close the archangel is to him, pretty much nose to nose. He pulls back but Gabriel holds him in place with a firm hand.

"Go on," he presses, "guess."

"Why?"

"Because, I'm dying to hear what you have to say."

"You want Sam and you want me to know," Dean doesn't bother fighting him. "You want me to hate you for it and plan to kill you for it and feel jealousy but I don't, I don't feel anythi..."

Gabriel breaks the minuscule distance and smashes their mouths together, his fingers raking through Dean's hair and down his neck, turning him considerably on.

"Care to rethink?"

Dean just smiles and forcefully stops that mouth. It was Gabriel who told him to live his life, and it's because of Gabriel that he plans on sharing a very kick-ass life with the archangel himself.