Hey guys, long time no update! So here's a VERY long one for you :) SMUT in this one, just letting you know so you know. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy New Year, and whatever kind of holiday you crazy kids celebrate. Also, please be safe for your holiday travels!
Dean's POV
"Sammy. You home?" I call throughout the bunker, grinning to myself feeling my voice ring through the walls of the bunker, but quickly falls when I sense something else. I can sense Sam in here, but something else that I can't quite put my finger on. I look back at Cas, who is following behind me, then look back in front of me and pause walking down the stairs.
"What is it?" Cas asks from behind me, but I ignore him. Making a bee line to one hallway, feeling the strange sensation getting stronger, the air is practically vibrating. I turn a corner, and the sensation fades so much it practically vanishes.
I pause in my tracks once more. I know that vibration sensation anywhere, and not in the kinky sex kind of way, it's Grace. Grace from an archangel. And there is only one archangel that I know of that is willing to be even near Sam, and that one archangel is Gabriel.
"Gabriel, I know you're here. I can feel you." I snarl through the halls, "You are the only archangel dumb enough to be breathing the same air as Sam." I get a thought, and start wandering the halls once more. "I gotta ask you. Is it a kinky thing? To be banging something bigger than you? I mean, I kinda get it. You like to climb trees like a little sugar hopped chipmunk. But do you ever wonder to yourself that…" I glance in a room, and go through the door looking for something I can kill my little brother with. I find a hatchet, "Trees get chopped down?" I exit the room and continue through the halls.
Meanwhile with Sam, Gabe, and Cas…
"Well, my cover's blown." Gabe quietly announces to the other two.
"That's besides the point. We have to get Dean in the dungeon so we can cure him again and shove his soul back in." Sam says, "Gabe, you sure you have his soul?"
Gabe gives him a look, "Uh huh, see, I don't forget things."
"I'm sensing an unresolved tension between you two." Cas cuts in. "And now is not the time to bring up your issues. By now, Dean is most likely armed with something and is itching to kill Sam so I suggest you Sam not go out. I'll go. I can get through him." He starts to head down another set of halls when Sam cuts him off.
"Woah, dude. You are not going out there without backup. He's after me. I'll go with you." Cas starts to say something, but Sam cuts him off with a look.
Cas sighs to himself, "Fine."
Back to Dean…
As I pass by the kitchen, I glance in the room and spot an apron sitting on a peg on the wall with the words "Mister good lookin' is cookin'." I wander in the kitchen and over to the apron and touch the fabric. As I'm examining the cloth, some memories flood back.
Cas and I are making waffles one morning when Sam was off on a hunt. Flower everywhere. Me and Cas chasing each other with flour throughout the kitchen and some of the bunker.
The three of us doing a mini barbecue just outside the bunker in the woods. I'm cooking burgers. Beans heating up in a pan. Cas passes me a beer. Sam is chilling in a lawn chair enjoying the sun.
Dozens of pies are cooling on the counter space in the kitchen. Sam walks in. "I'm on a baking high." I say.
Footsteps snap me out of my thoughts. I turn around sharply, hatchet ready for action. Castiel stands in the doorway.
"Dean. Put the hatchet down." He says
"Or what? What will you do to little ol' me, huh? You certainly don't want to kill me, beings that you apparently 'love' me."
He takes two steps closer to me, "I'm not going to kill you Dean. Sam, Gabriel, and I are going to cure you."
I break out in a fit of laughter, "Are you serious? You can't cure me! I have no soul! It's all demon in this sweet ass."
This takes Cas aback a little, but soon takes control of his thoughts, "Come with me Dean."
"What are you going to do angel? What are you going to do if I say no?" I take a few more steps towards the blue eyed angel. Then I feel a strong set of arms wrap around me along with the overwhelming vibration of powerful Grace. I try to break free from the arms with no success. Eventually, the Grace is too powerful, and I drift into unconsciousness.
Sam POV
"We can't just cure him with regular blessed human blood. He needs his soul back from Heaven." Cas explains to Gabriel and I in the basement, keeping an eye on Dean in case he decides to return to consciousness.
"Okay, but we still don't know if he'll come back if we just stick his soul back in him, or if we have to cure him." I say
"Sam's right. And I suppose you're dumb enough to think that you won't wait till he wakes up from getting his soul back in either."
I'm quiet for a while taking in Gabriel's words. I don't think you'll wait till he wakes up either. Wait till he wakes up. WAIT till HE WAKES UP. WAKE UP. He will wake up.
I start looking around for the voice, because it was too clear to be in my head.
"Sam. What are you looking for?" Gabriel asks
"You guys didn't hear that?"
The two angels look at each other, "Hear what?" Castiel asks this time
"You guys seriously didn't hear that voice? It sounded like it was right outside the door."
"Sammy. How much have you had to sleep this last week?" Gabe asks
"I'm not going crazy you guys! I seriously heard a voice come from like outside that door, and throughout the walls!"
"Uh huh…. Listen kiddo, Cas is going to deal with Dean and I am going to keep an eye on you. Just until you sleep, okay?" Gabriel says cautiously
"What? No! I'm not going to sleep knowing that my brother is still a demon!"
"That's why Cassie is going to keep an eye on him and cure him. I think you guys have some human blood somewhere around here. If not, we'll just take some from you." He grins cheekily and starts to lead me to the door, but I struggle to get free from his grip but with no success. "Kiddo, don't make me use these on you." He holds up his index and middle fingers, "You got two choices of what I mean by that." I would've thought he would wiggle his eyebrows at that, but he doesn't.
I sigh to myself. "No. No, I am not going to sleep. Not until I know by brother is at least human again, or until I die. Whichever comes first."
Gabe sighs to himself, "You leave me no choice."
The last thing I see is Gabriel bringing two fingers to my forehead.
Dean's soul in heaven….
I'm fixing under my baby's hood out at Bobby's place by myself, since Sam is still sleeping off getting his soul back. I'm listening to the radio play some new heavy rock from the local rock station. Now, don't kill me for my music choices, cuz I'll kill you first. Yes, I do like classic rock, but every now and again I like to listen to the new heavier stuff. Just to see what is all out there, and to keep me awake while I'm driving by myself long distances also while I'm by myself fixing up my baby. Like right now.
"Heya Deano." I hear a familiar voice say. There is only one person that calls me 'Deano' and is able to get into heaven.
The sudden intrusion causes me to jump and smack my head on a sharp piece of metal. "Goddammit Gabriel!" I scream at the angel holding the back of my head in my hand. I take away my hand to see if there is blood, but there is none. This is heaven, if you aren't supposed to get cut or bleed somehow in your memory, you don't bleed. Even if a damn archangel scares the shit outta you. "What do you want Gabriel?" I wander over to my tool bench and set a couple tools on the bench.
"Well, I'm here to bring you back to earth." He says as if it's the most obvious thing in the history of ever.
"No. As much as I love my little brother, and as much as I want to be down there on earth, no. I'm at rest. I am eternally fixing up my baby and doing…. Other things. I'm golden. So, thanks but no." I start wiping down the tools to put away.
"Sam's in trouble. Your evil soulless demon body is going to kill him."
This catches my attention. I turn around to face the angel. "What." I say seriously
"You heard me. Your body is still alive. Some part of the Mark is still residing in your brain and your body is a demon and still wants to kill your brother."
"Then kill my body! I told you I am done. I'm out permanently. Sam shoulda said his goodbyes by now. Hell, I've said my goodbyes when Metatron stabbed me in the heart."
"Don't you care about your little brother?"
"Of course I care about my baby brother you idiot. I'm just saying… You can do whatever to my body. Stab it. Smite it. Just kill my body…. All I'm saying is I'm done. I'm out. I definitely do not want my body wandering around soulless if you guys do cure it. So yeah. Kill my body."
"If I ever learned something from your brother is A) he's a good lay, and B) he's very stubborn. I know Sam won't rest until your soul is back in your body on earth."
The archangel does have a good point. I know Sammy will absolutely not rest until I am back on earth. He will drive himself to the ground before he gets any sleep until I am back with him, so I get an idea. I start looking for a scrap paper I thought I saw earlier. I find the piece of paper and a pen and start to scratch down a letter for Sam. Once I'm done writing, I hand the piece of paper to Gabriel. "Give this to him because I know that kid better than anyone, and I know he'll still try to get my soul back, but just give this to him. He'll understand."
With the letter in hand, Gabriel poofs out leaving me standing by the tool bench and some squealing guitars blasting through the radio.
Gabe's POV
What do I look like? A messenger? Well, I guess kind of, yeah. I mean hello. Angel. Messenger of God and all that good stuff. I take the letter Dean so kindly shoved into my hands, but I don't go straight to earth. No. I stop by my personal favorite heaven. Every angel has their personal favorite heaven, for example, Cassie likes the eternal Tuesday of that autistic man from like 1960 or some year. My personal favorite is that of an eleven year old little girl. No seriously, the whole place is filled with candy. Lemme tell ya, the place would give any other person a heart attack, stroke, and a coronary all at the same time, but I love it. Also she can't see me, unless I let her, but that hasn't happened.
Now you're most likely asking me 'But Gabe, what is an eleven year old girl doing in heaven? Shouldn't she be living her life? What made her die?' This little girl died in 1942 in London. Her father was an abusive bastard, who was drafted into the war, her mother died a few years before from a severely infected wound, and this little girl, Bekah, was living with her aunt and uncle when a bomb landed on top of the building next door. The explosion leveled a good chunk of the town. Bekah, her aunt, and her uncle were just a few of the many that died. Well anyway, her aunt and uncle took her to a candy shop and most of her heavens revolve around her trip to that candy shop. Sometimes I see her aunt and uncle in her heaven, but never her dad. Once maybe twice her mother is in her heaven, but that is about it.
Now you're asking me 'but Gabe, this is so sad and you're so happy, why come here?' seriously? Happy people/angels are not always happy. I mean yeah, we seem happy on the outside and when we're around people, but sometimes we just need time with ourselves. We need something mellow. On the outside we're fine, but really on the inside, we're breaking. We just don't want to bother the rest of the world with our problems, so we confide in ourselves with some alone time. And today, I just need to see someone else that is happy, like this little girl who is running up and down the isles of candy. During this time I look at the letter Dean wrote for Sam.
Sammy, I have told you multiple times to just leave me be. I told Gabriel this, and I'll tell you now. Kill my body. Stab it. Smite it. Whatever. I don't want to return just to have more death surround us. I want this, I want to be dead, I want to stay where I am. You go off and find a girl, restart the Men of Letters. Hell, go back to college and be that fancy scuzbag lawyer with a trophy wife and a white picket fence and die of something normal like taking too much Viagra or something. Not having your face eaten by a Wendiego. Be normal, or just about as normal as you can get. Don't obsess about getting me back. You'll see me again.
-Dean
With this, I leave heaven and travel back to earth to deliver the message to Sam.
Back to Sam…
I come around back to consciousness and I'm in my room. On my bed. Gabriel is standing in the doorway with something that looks like a piece of paper in his hands, I look at it with a look of confusion on my face.
"Well, Sammy, I didn't think you'd be in the mood considering this situation." He says and wiggles his eyebrows.
I roll my eyes, "Why'd you knock me out?" I ask, my voice full of sleep
"You were being a moose sized shit that's why. Here." He walks further into my room with a sheet of paper in his hands, "I talked to Dean. Read."
"Dean's conscious?"
"No. Not the Dean in the basement, the part of Dean that's in heaven. Just…. Read this, he told me it would make sense to you."
I take the paper from his hand, and he sits down on the edge of the bed as I read the words written on the page.
Dammit Sammy, I told you to leave me be. I love you and all that, but you are one stubborn bastard and I know that you won't listen to a word I'm saying. LEAVE ME BE. Go live your life with Gabriel or go off and get married to some chick or restart the Men of Letters or even go back to college and be a lawyer that will end up with a beer gut and two kids and a dog or five. Go live a normal(ish) life. Quit this one and live some normal life. I mean it Sam, you do not want me to get involved, you really don't. So, you live the rest of your life as normal as you can get so when I see you, you die of taking too much Viagra or something, not having your face eaten off by a Wendeigo.
-Dean
'Kiddo, I'm right here. I aint gonna leave you.' I hear a voice say from within the walls. "Did you hear that?" I ask Gabe, he just shrugs and gives me a look, "I am not going crazy, I could have sworn I heard a voice come from the walls."
"Yeah… That's perfectly… Normal. Sure."
"Well, what the hell am I supposed to do now?" I ask
"Well, we could kill your brother's body and burn it for a start."
"No. No I'm not going to do that."
"So, what. You're going to just let your brother's dead body just rot in the basement?"
"No. I'm not going to kill my brother period."
"Sam, you do realize if you put Dean's soul back in him he's going to rip you apart he's going to be so pissed."
"Oh I know."
"Sam. What are you going to do with Dean? Because you sure as hell are not going to keep your brother like he is, no soul and a demon." I stay quiet, "Sam. You are not going to just give up. Dean ask- told you to quit the life. He told you to find someone and grow old."
"If there was one thing I know about living my life with Dean, all I know is that I don't wanna go on without my brother. If you smite my brother, you smite me."
"Sam no. I'm not going to do that to you kiddo, and neither is Cassie. You have a chance to get out. The other times that you tried to get out but failed is because Dean came back. Dean's not coming back this time and he told you to go out and live a relatively normal life. You really can restart the Men of Letters. You have everything you need here. You're incredibly smart Sam." he takes a breath, "Look. I know this will be hard at first, but I swear to you kiddo, it will get easier and better."
I think his words through for a while. "Alright."
Five years later… Still Sam POV…
I take in a deep breath sleepily, almost getting blinded from the sun shining through the split in the curtain in the bedroom. I roll over and see my wife still sleeping and smile to myself. I reach back to my side of the bed to scratch a little note for her.
Went for a run. Be back soon.
-S
I slip on some sweatpants and a t-shirt and my running shoes and head out.
It's 6:20 on a Saturday morning.
About halfway through my run, I spot Gabriel.
"Heya kiddo. Long time no see." He says, "What are you doing?"
"I'm running." I say simply
"Why? Who's chasing you?"
That's what Dean used to say. "It's good for you."
"Yeah whatever. So, I heard you got hitched. Good for you."
"Gabe, you didn't come all this way just to talk about my life."
"No I did. I'm just checking up on you beings that me, Cassie, you and Dean made a deal that either Cassie or I… Well, you know what all went down. I'm just asking how you are so I can tell Dean."
"U-uh… Well…"
"Any kids on the way at all?"
"Uh… I d-don't-"
"New pets, affairs, something?"
"N-no. Why would I have an aff-"
"Any new promotions?"
"Gabriel!"
"Hmm?"
"Can you please just let me talk?"
"Yeah man. That's what I'm here for." He pats me on the shoulder with a cheesy smile plastered on his face.
"O-okay… Um… Nothing's new, I don't think Tasha is pregnant. We got a second dog a few weeks ago, she's so damn cute even Dean would fall in love with her. Um, we've been in the same house for a while now, almost two years now. Oh, tell Dean, that I still have his baby, she's sitting in the garage with the cover over her, every so often Tasha and I go for rides just to keep her on the road. I have not done anything to it."
"Why no babies?"
"Well…." I really start to think about this. Why no babies? I mean, I'm 37, and Tasha is a few years younger than me…. Could we swing it? She was pregnant at one point- before she met me- but it was a miscarriage. "I gotta go." I say suddenly and run back to the house, praying to whoever is listening that Tasha has woken up by now.
I get back to the house and run through the front door. I see my wife reading over the counter, complete with her light brown morning hair, holding a mug in one hand and the book in the other. The coffee machine making a pot of coffee. She must have heard me burst through the door because she abruptly looks up from the pages, possibly thinking I was a robber or something, but relaxes when she realizes it's only me.
"Hey sweetie." She says, voice slightly sleepy
"Tasha. Can I talk to you about something?"
"Right to business then. What's on your mind?"
As I was running back to the house, I was thinking of possible words and sentences to ease in, but nothing seemed to work, so what harm is going right in? "Okay um… This morning, when I was running, I got a sudden thought."
"And what thought is that?"
"And you know, we've been married for about four years now…"
"Sam. What thought did you have?"
"And I was thinking… Maybe it's time."
"Time for what? Sam you're scaring me."
"H-how would you feel about having kids with me?"
The question takes her by shock. Her dark brown eyes stare into space for what seems like forever. Finally she manages to get her voice back. "K-kids?"
"Yes."
Her eyes dance around this way and that, but refusing to meet my own. "W- um…." She puts a hand over her mouth in thought, as if to choose her next words, "There lies an announcement I guess." Her face breaks into a wide grin, "I'm pregnant."
I take a second to gather all this information, the next thing I know I'm laughing like a mad man hugging and spinning my wife around in a few hundred circles. After a while, we break apart and look into each other's eyes and I see her nose scrunch. "You should take a shower. You stink like you ran fifteen miles."
I give her a look of mock hurt, "Only fifteen? I ran twenty miles today." We both laugh and she pats my ass as I walk by her to go shower.
As I'm showering, I hear the same voice I've been hearing for the last five years. The same voice that started to talk to me the same day I had to kill Dean's body.
"Come on Sammy, wake up. They said you will never wake up, but I want you to prove them wrong little brother."
The voice is familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on who is saying the words.
I finish up my shower all clean, my hair still dripping wet. I head into the bedroom that I share with Tasha and put on a clean pair of sweat pants and a grey v-neck. I scrub the towel throughout my hair, somewhat drying it then I run my fingers through my hair, essentially combing it, and head back into the kitchen and pour a mug of coffee.
Three years later…
"DADDY! WAKE UP DADDY!" I hear a small voice scream from above me. All these years, I still sleep on either my side or my stomach.
"Thomas…" I mumble from my pillow.
"Daddy wake up. Mommy and me has a suprise for you!" Thomas starts jumping on my back just to make sure I'm awake.
"Oof! Okay Thomas, I'm getting up see?" I slowly roll over so he doesn't fall off the bed suddenly, "What do you and mommy have to show me?"
"Come on daddy!" his tiny hand takes mine and drags me to the living room.
"Hang on buddy, can I get some coffee first?"
He throws his head back and lets out an over exaggerated exasperated sigh, "Uuuuuughhhhh fiiiiiiiine." I then hear him grumble something about stupid grown up drinks. Heh, wait until you get to college buddy.
"Alright bud. What do you wanna show me?" I ask once more with a mug of coffee in hand
"Come on daddy!" he takes my hand once more and drags me to the living room once more, I almost trip over our old golden retriever, Sadie, the first dog Tasha and I owned. Once we get to the couch Thomas makes me sit down in the middle and then he disappears. I hear footsteps come from behind the couch, I turn my head and see Tasha quickly attempt to hide, I start to get up. "Stay where you are, cowboy and turn back around." She says in a mock western accent.
I bring my hands up in defeat, playing along. "Sorry sheriff."
I hear her footsteps come closer to me, every fiber of my being wants to turn my head, but I somewhat know what will happen if I disobey in this situation. In my peripheral vision, I see her face come closer to mine to plant a kiss on my cheek, but at the last second I turn my face so our lips meet. When we part, she playfully smacks my shoulder, making me chuckle.
"What did you and Thomas want to tell me?"
"Thomas?" she calls behind her, "Did you get it?"
"I got it mommy!" I her my son's voice call from somewhere in the hallway. Tasha's face never breaking her smile, I get even more confused when I hear Thomas' little feet come closer to us until he is standing in front of me and Tasha holding something behind his back.
"Whatcha got there Thomas?" I ask, he just giggles and hands me a little card with a train and words written by both Tasha and Thomas.
Choo! Choo! Here comes number two!
Thomas wrote choo choo, and two. I finish reading the short message and beam up to my wife, "Really?" she still has a wide grin on her face and nods vigorously. "Well buddy, looks like you're going to be a big brother!"
The next morning I wake up before my wife and go for a run, I leave a note saying that I went for a run, check on Thomas to make sure he's still alive and head out the front door.
About halfway through my run, once more, I see Gabriel.
"Congrats daddy!"
"Yeah, if only Dean were here to see it though. Man or woman, that guy would love these little guys like crazy."
"Well, at least you're just missing the little turd ball and not actually doing anything. You're living what he told you to do."
"Yeah, I guess."
"You still have two dogs?"
"Mmhmm."
"One kid and another bun in the oven?" a grin spreads across his face
"Y-yeah. Why do you have that grin on your face?"
"I can't smile?"
"Not like that no."
"Oh. Too bad. Here. I need you to come with me."
"What? No! My fam-"
"I put your family in a deeper sleep than they already are. They'll wake up like they just took a reeeeeallllly long nap. Only you can wake them up. I put a sort of force field over your house so no one is allowed to enter the house except you. Come on. Kiddo, you have nothing to worry about. Just come on."
I sigh to myself, "Fine. Where are we going?"
Gabriel just wiggles his eyebrows and touches two fingers to my forehead.
The next thing I know I'm in a completely white room gasping for air, but there's a large tube shoved down my throat and I hear a voice call out "Hey! We need some help in here!" I somewhat see a face hover close to me, "It's okay Sammy. I gotcha. You're gonna be fine."
Some nurses come in and take the tube out along with checking my vitals and murmuring something about Christmas miracles under their breath.
When the ruckus calms down, I see a woman come into the room with tears in her eyes. "Dean?" I gasp
"Sammy. I knew you'd wake up." She comes over and gives me about as big of a hug as she can get when I'm in a hospital bed.
"How long was I out?"
"'Bout a month."
"What?!"
"You've been out since I died and was a demon for the second time. Demon me knocked you out so good it put you in a pretty good coma. They said you wouldn't wake up," she chuckles, "Guess you proved those sons of bitches wrong huh?" we were both quiet for a bit, "How long did it feel like?"
"Um…. Kinda felt like eight years, but I would get specific parts but then flash foreward to other parts."
"Like a weird acid trip?"
"Yeah, I guess." The nurse finishes up checking my vitals and scratching something down on my charts. "It was more like a weird dream. You died, and you told me over and over to go live a normal life, and eventually I gave in. I married a girl named Tasha, and had a kid named Thomas and I was going to have another on the way. I also had two dogs. An old golden retriever, and a boarder collie."
"Yeah, that sounds like you ya freak."
"Dude, what is with you and dogs?" I chuckle
"Don't ask."
"But I did."
"I said don't ask."
I put my hands in the air, surrendering. "Okaaay, sorry Mr. Sensitive."
We were quiet once more, then a man steps through the door, "Hello, I'm Dr. Turk." He goes right for my chart at the end of the bed, "So, how we feeling Sam? Head hurt?"
I shrug my shoulders, "Not that I can feel no."
He asks me all sorts of questions and I answer them, finally he finishes and says, "Well, looks like you have a Christmas angel on your shoulder. You really are a Christmas miracle Sam." with that, the doctor leaves.
"Speaking of… We should have one this year." Dean says suddenly.
"What?"
"A Christmas. Ya know, we have the bunker. I have Cas, you have Gabriel. Yeah we are a couple people short, but still. We should just have one this year."
"What? We get a tree from some random ass place and put lights up around the bunker?"
"Yeah. I mean, I know it's like a week before Christmas, but still. We can celebrate still being alive and having a small Christmas."
"When did you turn into such a girl?" I chuckle
"Mmmm… 'Bout since that witch turned me into a woman comes to mind." She smirks "Hey, I think we're getting low on our food supply back at home. I'll get some."
"Now?"
"…. Yeah."
"But…. Aren't we still in Vermont?"
"No. See, I pulled a little Fed move and had you transferred to Kansas while you were getting your beauty sleep. See? I look after you, even though you are a pain in my ass."
"Jerk."
"Bitch." We share a laugh and Dean heads out the door.
A few minutes after Dean left, I hear a flutter of wings and feel a slight breeze flow over my skin.
"Heya kiddo."
"Gabriel?"
"The one and only." The archangel gestures to himself in an over dramatic cocky way, which makes me smile and roll my eyes at him
"I assume you came here to tell me something?" I ask
"Whaaaaaaat? Why would you think that? Just because I flew in h- okay you got me." He flings his arms in the air dramatically and sits on the edge of my bed, "Listen kiddo, I know what you're thinking. I can read your mind, 'kay?" he raises his eyebrows at me
"Okay, but I don't understand why-"
"That dream you had when you were comatose, it wasn't a dream. Most of it was true, the part about having to kill Dean as your only option wasn't true, but still. You can still get out, you can still go and get hitched to whoever you like and whatnot. It's never too late to get out. It's only too late when you're dead."
"But I'm not going to leave Dean alone for the rest of her life."
"Dean shmean. She has Castiel. They can live forever and whatnot. As for you and me, I will always be your little guardian angel on your shoulder. That is, if we don't get married ourselves." He grins and wiggles his eyebrows at me, making me chuckle. "Think about it Sammy, if we get married, we will never grow old. Or I could rip out my Grace, bottle it up, give it to you, and we would grow old together. Either one is good."
"That's great and all Gabe, but… I think talking about marriage this soon is a bit too soon."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying maybe we should slow down a bit. You know, get to know each other more."
Gabriel taps his index finger on his chin as if in deep thought, "Hmm." He hums, "Great thoughts. I like it. Let's do it." He grins as he snaps his fingers and a cherry sucker pops into his mouth.
A few hours later…
I'm walking through the bunker's front door and down the stairs. Immediately, my nose is hit by the smell of cinnamon, eggnog, and pine. Somewhere in the bunker, Christmas tunes are flowing through the halls.
Dean checked me out of the hospital, because blood relative things, but told me to catch a ride with Gabriel. Now I see why.
Dean decorated the bunker Christmas, well, if you count a Charlie Brown tree with a few car fresheners with a few strands of tinsel and lights hanging from the branches, a few random ornaments and lights are hanging from the bookshelves, and from what I can see, mistletoe is hanging from all the door frames. A whiff of something I have never would have thought to smell in here. Gingerbread? But mainly cinnamon.
"Dean?" I call out, seeing that Gabriel is already off to…. Somewhere in the bunker.
"Kitchen." I hear a woman's voice call out, it takes me a second to register that it's Dean here and not some mystery woman.
"What are you making?" I ask my sister as soon as I walk through the doorway of the kitchen
"What does it look like?" she snaps as she looks from the bowl in front of her to her computer, I just realize that the kitchen is powdered with cinnamon, flour, and some other powdery substance.
"… I… Don't know. That's why I asked you." I say cautiously.
"Where the fuck is Cas?!" she suddenly screams, "He said he was going somewhere sometime and he hasn't come back yet." She grumbles as she stirs the concoction in the bowl vigorously. "What." She barks
"N-nothing. Pinterest high again?"
Dean stops stirring, sets the bowl down on the counter slowly and turns around even slower and shoots daggers at me, arms crossed. "No…. If I were on a Pinterest high, I would be in my room, on my bed, in my robe. This is a baking high. I am BAKING." She then turns around as slowly as she did before, mumbling something about stupid brothers and men being idiots.
"I-it smells good. I'll leave you alone." I say quietly, and I hear a grunt of acknowledgement. I walk past Dean's room while I'm making my to my own, the door is slightly ajar. That's weird. I slowly open the door the rest of the way and there is Castiel laying down on the bed, curled up in a ball, back to the door.
"Cas?" I whisper, he flinches, "Cas, what are you doing?"
"Hiding." He says simply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, not moving from his ball formation from the middle of the mattress.
"Why are you hiding?"
"Dean is not herself. She yelled at me." The angel practically whimpers the last part
"Why did Dean y- ooh. I think I know why." A realization hits me.
"What is it?" he asks, uncurling, rolling over, and sitting up in the bed facing me
"Dean's on her period. She's on a baking high, so I think it's best we let her be, let her take her frustrations out on baking, she'll want to snuggle with you once she's done. Trust me. Last time this happened, you were gone and I was here. She forced me to cuddle with her for…. Hours. I'll be in my room if you have questions."
The angel nods, taking in this information.
Christmas Eve….
Gabriel wakes me up at 4:30 in the morning by jumping on top of me yelling, "SAMMY! SAMMY! WAKE UP! IT'S CHRISTMAS!"
I practically roll off the bed just to get him to stop jumping on me, and with a groan I look at my phone to see what time it was and I happen to glance at the date as well.
"Gabe. It's 4:30 in the morning on CHRISTMAS EVE. Go to sleep." I grumble as I snuggle my face in my pillow
"But Sammy, I'm an angel. I don't sleep. But still, IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE!"
"Mmmmmrrrrghhh." I groan into my pillow. Figuring that the childish archangel is going to continue his antics, I slowly but surely wake up and get out of bed and make my way to the kitchen to make coffee.
"What're we gonna do today Sammy? Huh? Huh?" Gabriel pokes my sides as I'm filling the coffee maker
"I dunno Gabe….. How much candy did you consume during the night anyway?"
The ultra-hyper angel looks off into the distance in thought, then shrugs, "Dunno. Lost track."
I sigh heavily to myself, rolling my eyes. I'm too tired for this shit. I think to myself. "You wanna make some cereal for me please, since you're so wired?"
He looks around the kitchen slowly, like he's scanning the place. "Sure." He grins and plants a quick kiss on my lips then takes off to make some cereal.
The coffee is done and I pour myself a mug and turn around to see Gabriel finishing pouring the milk in one of the two bowls of cereal when I get an idea. "Grab a bowl and a spoon. We're eating in my room." I say as I take a spoon from a droor and one of the bowls on the counter, "Come on." I grin at the confused archangel.
On our way back to my room, we pass by Dean's room and just as I suspected, there's the happy couple all snuggled together so cutely. Cas looks like he's either in the most uncomfortable position ever, he really has to use the bathroom, or he just hates everything about life. And then there's Deanna. My sister is snuggled to Cas with a peaceful death grip around his middle. She reminds me of a hibernating bear keeping some small animal hostage.
I silently chuckle to myself and carry on to my room.
"Alright Gabriel. Time for some Netflix and breakfast." I grin and say to my angel sitting on the bed next to me.
"What are we gonna watch?" he asks
"It's a Wonderful Life." I grin as I lean over to the night stand next to me and grab the box of Kleenex. I give Gabe a small smile before I hit play.
"Quote from Clerance at the end of the movie"
The coffee mug and two bowls are long forgotten on both night stands. Gabriel and I are sniffling- very manly sniffles- into our Kleenex when my door opens and there stands Dean and Castiel, "Hey guys, are you gonna he- fucking REALLY? It's a Wonderful Life? Why do you keep watching this when you know what's going to happen at the end, huh? You always cry at the end!"
"So do you!" I snap back, wiping my face of any evidence of the salty substance pouring from my eyes
"Yeah! I cry cuz you're crying you fucking baby! And those are also tears of joy, I was happy that that horrible movie was over!"
"If you don't like it then leave my room!"
"FINE! I will! Come on Cas." She mumbles the last part as she shuts the door, leaving Gabriel and I to finish the movie in our sniffling peace.
Dean POV
I wake up snuggled to Cas, who has stayed in the same position since I went to sleep at around midnight. It's now about 6 in the morning. "Hmmmornin'." I hum as I give my angel a gentle squeeze around his middle and look up to his impossibly blue eyes and give him a sleepy smile. I uncurl myself a little and inch towards his face to give him a good morning kiss, which he is hesitant to reciprocate. I sigh to myself, "Listen. I know I was PMSing yesterday, and I'm sorry I snapped at you. I'm not always like this when I start my period, but all I can say is that it's new. I'm not sure if I will snap at you every time I start my period, but this is what happened last time, except I cuddled with my little brother. I really am so very sorry baby, you forgive me?"
"I never cease to be amazed at how humans are and how they act. Yes, I do forgive you."
I chuckle to myself in relief. "Well, you wanna help me eat all the baked goods in the kitchen?"
"Dean, you know all I taste in food is molecules."
"Oh. Right, I forgot. Let's see what Sammy's up to."
Cas and I get to Sam's room, and I hear a movie playing as well as the sound of…. Sniffling? I open the door to find my brother and his angel boyfriend crying into some Kleenex and some more laying on the bed watching a familiar black and white Christmas movie. "Hey you wanna he- FUCKING REALLY?…. Come on Cas." I shut my little brother's door and take Cas by the hand.
"Dean, where are we going?" I hear Cas inquire from behind me.
"Out." I say, grinning at my angel following close behind me. We make our way to the garage and get in baby for a day of driving and possible Christmas Eve sex. Since my period is not too far off, and I feel really bad about yelling at him the night before, I just want to make it up to him. If you know what I mean, yeah you know what I mean.
I drive down the road, Led-Zeppelin playing softly in the background. I spot a turn out and head for it, bringing my baby into park, I turn to Cas who has an even more confused look on his face.
"Listen Cas. I'm really sorry I yelled at you last night. You know, now that I'm a girl I feel like I can talk about my feelings to you more than I did when I was a guy, so…"
"Dean." He cuts me off, "You can still confess your feelings no matter what gender you are. It doesn't make you any less of a man or woman to tell someone how you feel. Sam and I will never think any less of you."
I try to come up with something to say, but nothing comes to mind. Instead, I crash my lips to Castiel's. I kiss my angel with as much force and love and passion I have. My hands come up to cradle his jaw to deepen the kiss, which he gladly accepts, his hands move to my hips then my back and down to my ass. Somehow I end up in his lap, but I'm not complaining. My hands move from his jaw to burry themselves in his black hair, earning a deep moan from him. I grin slightly to myself, our lips never leaving each other, I grind my hips against his crotch earning another moan his hands fly from my ass and straight to my hair and back, feeling his erection grow beneath me, I move my hips a few more times until he breaks the kiss in frustration. Seeing his lust blown eyes in the dull morning light I smile cockily. "No more teasing." He growls
I stick my lip out, "Awww, but teasing you is so much fun." I giggle as he tosses me over the seat, into the back and he climbs on top, "I love the way you moan and squirm," I continue, "I love seeing you all flustered." I grin he makes me lose my thoughts as his lips are back on mine and hands all over. The next thing I know, my pants are sliding down my legs, once they're off I work on getting Castiel's slacks off. These take a little work but he helps a little and soon they're off, next I work on the buttons of his shirt, but get annoyed by all the buttons and just rip the offending cloth off as he's working on my own shirt. Once all our clothing is off our lips connect once more, my hand going down to his erection and start pumping. I pause my movements only to flip us over, and my lips attack his neck as my hand gets back to work on his dick. My mouth finds the spot just below his jawline and behind his ear causing him to moan loudly, so I suck harder on that spot. He flips us back over and my hand stops its movements. Our eyes connect once more giving each other a silent consent, and Cas is easing himself into me. When he's all the way in, he pauses his movements, allowing me to adjust to his size, I nod and he starts rocking back and forth. My hands making their way to his back and hair. He finds my sweet spot, making me cry out his name. Cas hits and hits that spot again and before long both of us are a screaming, moaning, sweaty mess.
We lazily flop over and I lay on his chest with a goofy grin on my face.
"What is it?" he asks in a somewhat concerned voice
"What's what?" I ask, still grinning
"You're smiling."
"Oh. I was just thinking that today is Christmas Eve…. And earlier I was going to ask Sam if he wanted to open one present with me today like what we did when we were kids."
"Is that why you are smiling?" he grins
"No, not really. I'm smiling cuz… You unwrapped one present, so you have to wait till tomorrow to open the rest of your presents." I laugh and he chuckles
"Well when you put it that way, you unwrapped your one present today too. You have to wait until tomorrow to open the rest of your gifts."
The two of us laugh then lay in the silence of the car for a few minutes. "I love you Cas." I say and his arms wrap tighter around me in a hug, "I love you too Dean."
The two of us lay there in the back seat, watching the sun rise and light up the sky and roof of the Impala.
"You think we should head back?" I ask Cas, "Wonder if Sammy's worried."
"No. If your brother was worried about you, he would try to call you or send Gabriel out and look for us, and I have not seen my brother." Cas states with his usual gravelly voice
"I think we should head back. Cuz those desserts aren't gonna eat themselves."
We get dressed and head back to the bunker where, as expected, Sam and Gabriel are in the kitchen eating the desserts. Gabriel is practically shoveling the baked goods down his throat, whereas Sam is eating…. Well, like Sam.
"Eano!" Gabriel shouts with a mouthful of food making Sam turn around
"Hey guys. I see you're done sobbing your eyes out." I tease
"I see you two are done kenoodling." Sam comes back
"Oooh! Ooooh hoo!" Gabe says with a hand over his mouth, "Good one Sammy." He gives Sam's ass a playful smack
"Ha. Ha. Very clever, but me and Cas were just going to eat some dessert I made last night."
"Dean. How many times do I have to tell you? All I taste in food is molecules." Cas says exasporatedly
"Aw come on bro, if you dig deep you can taste food again." Gabriel says, "Sure it won't be a necessity, but you can eat with the boys instead of just sitting there like wet moss on a rock."
"I suppose that's what you do?" Cas says more of a statement than a question
"Yes. It's exactly what I do. Ya know, blending in." Gabriel says making dramatic hand gestures. He hands Cas a plate with some chocolate covered Oreo truffles on it. "Think. Relax your mind. Let your taste buds do the work."
Cas picks up a truffle, closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and pops the chocolate covered blenderized cookie in his mouth and chews. His eyes pop open and he lets out a moan of acceptance. As soon as he's finished, he turns to me. "You made that?"
I nod, not knowing what to do with myself. Cas grabs both sides of my face and squishes our faces together in a kiss. "That was one of the most delightful thing I have ever experienced in my existence."
"T-thanks Cas." I stutter. Not really knowing what just happened, but I'll let it go. I see my angel making a bee line to the counters, he starts off by taking a small bite of things, then once he decides he likes the dessert, he practically shoves it in his face. Let's just hope that his angel metabolism kicks in so he doesn't have a stomach ulcer or something else.
"Uh… Cas?" I ask, "Babe? You might wanna slow your roll there."
"I am not an infant, Dean." Cas simply replies as he's shoving his ninth cupcake in his mouth
"Suit yourself. But don't be complaining when your stomach is bugging you later." I say like I'm talking to a nine year old.
At this, Cas stops chewing. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, if you eat too much sweets at a too fast of a rate, your stomach's going to not be happy with you…" I say in the same tone
"I learned that the hard way." Gabriel says
Cas' face falls, taking in all this new information. "Oh." He says simply, but his voice sounds so crushed.
"It's okay Cas." I say as I walk over to him, wrapping my arm around his middle, "We're just telling you so you don't get sick. The dessert will still be here. Plus I can always make more, and maybe I'll let you help me." I wink at him, making small circles on his back with my hand. "Come on. Let's go watch some TV in my room." I lead him down the hallway and into my room. "Here. Lay on your left side." I tell him, setting the extra pillow below his head.
"Why my left?" he asks
"Cuz I said so. And cuz that's the direction your digestion system flows."
"Oh. Of course." He says as he settles on his side and I climb in after him, being the big spoon and occasionally rubbing his side, stomach, or arm.
We end up sleeping the rest of the day.
Christmas Day…
"CASSIE! DEANIE! WAKE UP! It's ChRiSTmAS!" Gabriel exclaims in my room and pouncing on our bed.
"Mmmrrrrgh….." I groan. "Gabr'l. Go 'way." I say with a sleep induced voice.
"DEAN! CASTIEL! WAKE UP IT'S CHRISTMAS!" Sam calls and runs into my room as well. I swear I'm living in a place with literal 5 year olds.
"Mmmm no S'mmy." I burry my face in my pillow further.
Wait. I have a pillow. When I went to sleep, Cas had all the pillows. I pop my head up from the pillow and look on both sides for my angel. When I look to my right, I see electric bright blue eyes stare into my green ones. "Mornin' Cas." I say with a relieved smile.
"Good morning Dean."
"Merry Christmas Castiel." I smile widens and I peck a 'Good morning/Merry Christmas' kiss.
"Merry Christmas Dean." Cas says, repeating my gestures. We lay there for a while more, just staring into each other's eyes.
"What do you think they're thinking?" I hear Gabriel ask my brother.
"I dunno. Maybe along the lines of, 'Oh Castiel, you are the best thing that has happened to me. You know, ever since I met you I had a massive crush on you. That's why I look at you so deeply and meaningfully'." I hear Sam say, mocking my voice
Gabriel goes along with my brother's shenanigans, mocking Cas' voice, "'Oh Dean, the moment I was assigned to bring you back from hell I knew I loved you, but love is a feeling and I am not allowed to feel since I am an angel, but I fell for you and became human for you. I looked for dad for you. All for you. Dean I love you so much'." He finishes with mock kissy noises.
"Should we get up?" I ask, noticing how red my angel's face is
"Yes, that would be wise." He mumbles
"Alright guys we're getting up so I suggest you go away. Cas and I had a lot of sex last night so…" I wink and smirk at Castiel and turn around just long enough to see the horrified look on Sammy's face before he closes the door.
Cas and I meet up with Sam and Gabriel in the library, where the little Charlie Brown tree is located, the ground just around the tree is littered with presents. As soon as Cas and I get seated on the ground by the other two, Gabriel immediately dives into the boxes and hands Sam, Cas, and I a small box. I give him a questioning look.
"What is today, be suspicious of Gabriel day? It's fucking Christmas! Open them!"
I sigh to myself and tear at the wrapping paper. Inside the box is a small silver necklace with a small charm that says Tuesday. I give him a death glare which he chuckles, "Now you will never forget the day I actually tried to look after your brother, in my own way of course."
I try to hide back a small smirk by scowling, but seeing Sam's face in his 'I'm trying so hard not to laugh' figuration, I silently chuckle to myself, "Fuck you Gabriel."
"You're welcome big boy." He jokes and I hand him a medium sized box. I look over at what Gabe got my brother and his brother, they both got necklaces. Sam's is just a plain silver chain, and Cas has a black string with a single silver feather hanging in the center.
I look back to Gabe just in time to see his face to the box of candy I made two nights ago. His eyes lit up brighter than all the lights on in the bunker now. "Thank you Deano, you're not such a douche now." He smirks.
We spend the rest of the morning exchanging and opening our presents to each other. I got five more records three were from Cas, one from Sam, and the other from Gabriel. As well as a couple more movies from Sam.
Cas got a few new shirts, pants, socks, and also a pair of shoes. Mainly from me, but Gabriel pitched in as well. He also got a few more books as well as a few movies that were not on Netflix that he heard references from on other TV shows that are on Netflix- you know how that goes- from Sam.
Sam also got a few new books from Gabriel and me, and by 'books' I mean I got him some magazines from the porn rack from a random ass gas station I stopped by sometime. Cas got him a beaded bracelet and said that it was made from some wood from a desert in Africa. "You carved this?" Sam asks, amazed by the little carvings in the wooden beads. Castiel only nods, unsure how to respond, "Wow…. Is this Enochian?" Cas nods once more, "What does it say?"
Cas simply grins, "You'll know when you need to know."
"But how will I-" Sam starts, but Cas cuts him off
"You will know." Cas gives him a hint of a smirk. Sam decides to let it slide.
Finally Gabriel obviously got the box of candy I made two days ago, as well as a homemade string bracelet from Sam and something that looks like a very old and beat up tea kettle.
"You found it?" Gabriel whispers, obviously holding back tears, Cas nods. The short archangel practically sprints to his brother to give him a hug, openly sobbing now, and Cas hugs his brother tightly, letting him cry into his shoulder.
I look at Sam with a questioning look to see if he knows, but he's as clueless as me. When Gabriel settles down, I give Cas the same questioning look, he just gives me a small smile and says "I'll tell you later. Gabriel will tell Sam later as well." He turns to Gabriel, "Unless you don't want to tell, that is."
The smaller man wipes at his face, "No. I'll tell Sam, you can tell Dean."
"…Unless you want to just tell both of them now…" Cas suggests
"Tell us what?" Sam asks softly
"My heaven." Gabe says simply and softly, "Every angel has their own little favorite heaven they like to go to. Cassies' is an autistic man that drowned in a bathtub in 1960 something. Mine is a little girl from London who didn't have much of a life, her mom died when she was little, and her dad was abusive but later died in World War two. She lived with her aunt and uncle, and they took her to a candy store not too long before she died, and that is her heaven that she likes to return to day in and day out. This tea kettle belonged to her aunt and uncle."
"Why is it dented and burnt like that?" I ask
The archangel took in a deep breath, "There was an air raid. A bomb landed on the building next to theirs. The explosion killed the little girl, her aunt and uncle, along with a bunch of other people." He says looking at the kettle, as if retelling its story.
Sam leans over and gives his boyfriend a huge moose hug and they stay there for a while.
"Well, I say we go our separate ways and cuddle with each other." I suggest and the other three nod. Cas and I head back into my room to watch the new movies and TV shows and cuddle. Sam and Gabriel head back to Sam's room to eat candy and watch Netflix and cuddle.