Legalities, as always Sam and Dean and all things Supernatural do not belong to me. They are the property of the CW and Kripke Enterprises. I wish they would share, but I don't think that is going to happen so I guess I will simply play in their sandbox for a bit.

Rating MA: For language and injured Dean and Sam throughout the storyline, they will also be M/M pairing although they are not brothers in this story. Pairings won't happen till later chapters, so be sure to review the warnings before reading.

Plot: This story has evolved from the meeting of Dean Winchester and Sam Campbell on a plane that crashes, to a full blown life story of what happens when you find that one person that you are supposed to be with. But the universe is constantly placing roadblocks in the way. There are other people to help them along the way. But really it is the story of Sam and Dean and they cope.

If you don't like this type of thing, then don't read this story I am sure there are ones that would be more pleasing to you.

Please Review: My muse is one greedy bitch.

This story contains pairings in an AU of the M/M variety...you have been warned.

Chapter 37

The Mole

Two weeks went by in the flash of an eye, or at least that was how it felt to Dean. He and Castiel had been at the office a lot recently, mostly doing damage control. They had been lucky the fallout after the story had been minimal, mostly because their stocks were still owned by both of them and not the public. Gabriel had been instrumental in ensuring that Henrickson stayed away from both Dean and Sam. Dean had continued to attend his physical therapy appointments and while the pain would never fully go away, Adam had told him that he would be on pain management for the remainder of his life… and that information just sucks. He had thought at the time. But he would get to a point where he would be able to walk without the use of either a cane or crutches. So far he was still 'crutching' it around. Sam however, had gotten out of his sling and was able to use his left arm with limited mobility. Ben still wasn't showing any improvements in his eyesight and while that frustrated Dean to no end…Ben seemed to understand that he may not get his eyesight back and he was handling it better than either Dean or Sam.

Castiel had spent most of the last two days pouring over personnel records; he was convinced that the 'mole' was an employee. Dean wasn't quite sure that he completely agreed, at first he had been sure that it was, but now…he didn't know. Dean knew that Lisa had been with several guys and that there was a good chance that it was one of them…Henrickson seemed to know who it was although he wasn't inclined to share that information. At least that had been Dean's opinion…at first. But as his investigation took him deeper he learned things about his ex-wife that he no desire to know. Worse than anything else was that the last thing that he wanted was for Ben to learn who his mother really was.

Sam had taken a flight this week; he was currently in Kansas City and so not there for Dean to use as a sounding board for his theories. Dean had been upset about that flight. With everything that was going on, the last thing that he wanted was for Sam to leave, but Sam had said that he needed the money. Dean had offered to pay for whatever Sam's needs were, but Sam had turned him down flat. Again that part of Sam had frustrated Dean, he had money…it was one of the things he did have, and he would have given anything to Sam…all he had to do was ask. But he hadn't, he had taken a flight that had taken him away for the last three days and it was making Dean a little crazy. He hadn't realized that he had become that dependent on having Sam around, but he had and he hated that Sam felt that he needed to leave to earn money. There was a part of Dean that realized that Sam loved to fly and this was probably his way of continuing to do what he loved, but damn-it, Dean wanted him here with him. Here where it was safe and no one could get to Sam, he couldn't protect Sammy from two thousand miles away. That particular thought was what had him awake at 3 am on a Wednesday night. He inhaled deeply, causing Jynx to shift in Sam's spot on the bed. The lab looked up him and thumped his tail on the bed twice and then laid his head back on his paws and went back to sleep. Dean had grown fond of the lab, as much as he hated dogs…he had to admit that there was something pretty damn cool about Sam's dog. "I know Jynx…I miss him too." Dean said as he scratched the dog's ears absently.

He continued to study the portfolio of personnel and the information that Balthazar had gotten him about Lisa's sorted past. Dean looked through picture after picture of men, the last man that she had dated was some tool name Anthony. The guy was a personal trainer that thought that he was going to be a rock star in the professional world of wrestling or fighting…or something. Dean wasn't really sure exactly what the guy wanted, but he didn't seem as though he was smart enough to pull something like this leak off. He hadn't requested anything…he hadn't even attempted to contact Dean, so the chances were pretty good that he wasn't the one that had given the information out. Dean was running out of suspects, he knew it wasn't any of the people that had been in the room last week when Henrickson had shown up at the house making all sorts of accusations and threats. Carmen had been out of town after the death of her grandmother and Dean really didn't think that she was the type that would do something so harmful to others. Sam had ruled out both Balthazar and Jake saying that there was no way that either of them would ever have breathed a word of this since they would have been implicated as well. Finally there was Castiel and Gabriel and Dean knew that wild horses couldn't have dragged that information from either of those men…so he was down to a really tenacious reporter named Meg Masters. Dean didn't know a lot about the woman, just that she was trying to make a name for herself and a story like the one that was written would certainly have helped her. He wasn't sure why he hadn't thought of her before, she was the author of the article, so was it really so far a leap to think that she started piecing all this together and just waited until she had been able to substantiate some of the facts. Dean sat up gingerly in bed and slid another pillow behind his back and reached for the phone. He needed to run this theory by Sam and see what he thought, Sam was pretty good at pulling him backwards if he got off track with something and this could be one of those things. Dena figured that he would also give Castiel a call and see what he thought of the new lead. But that could wait for a more decent hour in the morning…but Sam was fair game…he was after all Dean's boyfriend.

The only hang-up that he could still see was the possibility of the courts subpoena'ing Sam and making him testify against Dean…if indeed Henrickson had placed him at the scene…somehow. He decided that he would pay a visit to Gabriel in the afternoon and see what he thought about the whole mess and whether or not that was a valid concern. Then later that evening he could go pick up Sam from the hanger and they could have a nice quiet night at home with Ben and Jynx.

Dean dialed Sam's number and waited anxiously for him to answer, still scratching Jynx behind the ears as the dog just laid there and absorbed the attention.

Sam looked at the phone that had just woke him up at 5 am, seeing Dean's phone number reflected cause him to instantly sit up in bed. "Dean is something wrong?" Sam asked anxiously as he was propelled into full awareness by the name reflected on his caller id. He sat up taller and ran a hand through his unruly hair while trying to blink several times in an attempt to clear the sleep from his fuzzy head.

Dean chuckled at Sam's instant assumption that the only reason he would call at this ungodly hour in the morning was if there was something wrong. He's still getting to know me; I would call him at any hour just to hear his voice. He thought silently. "No there's nothing wrong Sam, at least not any more than there was when you left." Dean heard Sam expel an irritated breath over the phone and he smiled at the thought of the 'bitch face' that he was sure Sam was currently sporting as a result of being woke up at 5am. "I've been going over the potential people that could've leaked this information to the news…"

Sam cut him off, "Yeah, you were going over that stuff when I left. So what's changed?"

Dean took a deep breath, "Well, I think I may have a suspect, but I might be jumping the gun here too…so I thought that I would run it by you before I ran it past Cas."

Sam nodded on the other end of the line, but said nothing waiting for Dean to continue.

"A reported named Meg Masters, ever heard of her?"

Sam blinked slowly and stared at the light starting to filter through his curtains as he thought. "Nope, I don't think I know her." He finally answered and leaned back against his pillows and shut his eyes waiting for Dean to go on with his theory.

"Well, she's been trying to make a name for herself, we had a story squashed a few years back, she was trying to insinuate that there was something going on between Castiel and me that was way outside of the business realms, if you know what I mean." Dean waited for an answer.

Sam swallowed, "Yeah, I know what you mean. But why would she be trying to start something again?"

"She has a beef with us at this point, we got her career building story killed at the editor's desk because it was bullshit and she had no substantiating evidence. I think that she went back to the drawing board and is trying to develop another story only this time she got her facts pretty damn straight. Guess she learned something from the last time." Dean looked over at the clock and shuffled further under the covers of the comforter and held the phone close to his ear so he could hear Sam's response.

"So she has a personal reason for digging this shit up and splashing it all over the front page." He stated matter of factly.

"Yeah, she does."

"Well, from a legal stand point there's not much that you can do about it, she got the facts and she got them right. So there is no recourse from a liable standpoint, but the fact that she spouted off information about an ongoing FBI investigation might give you and Gabriel some ammunition to fire at the paper itself. I don't think that you can get a retraction, but you might be able to get a public apology for connecting you to a case that you have not been legally accused of yet." Sam was spit balling here, but he thought that it might work in their favor, if they played their cards right.

Dean inhaled slowly and then decided that he would just plunge right into the other reason that he had called Sam in the middle of the night. "Uh Sam…" he said quietly.

Sam heard the shift in Dean's vocal patterns and he sat up a little straighter in his bed, reaching over to turn on the lamp and flood his hotel room in soft yellow light. "Yeah Dean?"

"I am going to talk to Gabriel later."

"Okay, and that should bother me why?" Sam asked as he grabbed a glass of water off the night stand and drained it of its contents.

"Well, it shouldn't bother you. But it occurred to me that if Henrickson is able to implicate me in the case, then he could have you subpoena'd and force you to talk in court, thus they have a witness that can confirm that I killed Jared. Plus that would make one hell of a story for the front pages…don't you think…my lover having to confess that he watched me shoot another man in the head?" Dean rushed through the information, it wasn't a conversation that he wanted to be having and only the fact that they were having it on cell phones and over what he was pretty sure was a secure line, was allowing him to speak so frankly with Sam.

Sam inhaled sharply and shut his eyes as he again ran his fingers through his tousled hair, "Dean, they can't make me do anything…and if that bastard puts me on the stand then he is going to have one hell of time getting me to turn on you. There has to be another way."

Dean nodded to the empty room, "That's why I'm going to talk with Gabriel this afternoon; I want to know if he has another 'way' so that we can take that off the table as a tactic for Henrickson to use against us."

"Well, let me know what he says and I'll keep thinking about solutions too. Other than all this how are you?" Sam asked as he got up to refill his water glass and grab a couple of asprin for the headache that he could feel coming on. Damn stress. He thought in irritation.

Dean smiled at Sam's concerned question. "I'm actually doing okay, other than feeling a bit obsessive about this shit."

"That's good to hear, you picking me up tonight?" Sam asked as he swallowed the last of the water and the pills and padded back to his bed, stubbing his toe on one of his boots in the process. "Shit…" he said as he jumped around on one leg stumbling the last few feet to the king sized bed.

Dean's voice went from conversational to concerned in two seconds, "You okay Sam?"

"Yeah…just stubbed my damn toe on my boot." His voice was tight with irritation as he pulled the covers back over his legs and laid against the headboard allowing the pain in his foot to recede.

"Oh…you okay there princess?" Dean asked as his voice shifted from concerned to amused. Sam's eyes narrowed as he heard the shift and knew that Dean was making fun of him.

"That's not funny Dean." Sam said simply.

Dean barked a laugh over the phone and continued to chuckle for a few more seconds before he answered Sam. "Yeah, yeah it is funny Sam. You okay though?"

Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes at his own empty room, "I miss you Dean." He said after a few moments. He heard Dean's intake of breath over the phone and he waited for the answer to that simple statement.

"I miss you too Sammy. More than I thought I could miss…anyone." Dean hadn't really had a great marriage, he had thought that he and Lisa shared something special, but the more he looked back on their lives together the more he was convinced that she hadn't ever really loved him, she simply knew that he was driven to be successful and that would mean money. So she had stuck around and then made him a cuckold within their social circle without his ever having been aware of it. The woman had slept with most all of his supposed friends, except Castiel, and then she had spread that nasty little rumor about him and Cas when he refused her advances. Dean hadn't known that it had come from Lisa originally, but the more he dug into her past the more he learned about the vindictive nasty person that she had truly been. He mentally kicked himself for not seeing it earlier, he had allowed her to control him without ever realizing that he had given her that power and then he had had to wrestle it back from her after the accident and the introduction of Sam into his life.

"Dean?" Sam asked quietly. Dean had been quiet for several minutes and Sam had started to wonder if he had fallen asleep finally.

"I'm here Sam. Just thinking about things." He answered slowly.

"What kind of things?" Sam asked, he wasn't sure that he wanted to know what had silenced Dean so suddenly, but another part of him longed to know everything that Dean was thinking all the time, he was sure that wouldn't healthy for either of them, but it didn't stop him from wanting it.

"It was Lisa that gave the information to Meg about me and Castiel. She had known that we were more than friends in college, at first, and she was jealous and angry with me…I'm not sure why, so she had gone to the reporter and leaked that there was something more between me and Cas. We were able to get the story killed early but the damage was already done. Lisa hated me and Castiel and she kept filing information away for use in the future…I'm pretty sure it was her that put Meg back on my tail. As far as the other information that Meg got, that I'm still working on. But suffice it to say that this is going to get a lot worse before it gets better Sam." He finished softly.

Sam took a deep breath and listened to Dean talk about his ex-wife and the life that he had been forced to live before Sam came along and woke him up again.

"Go talk to Gabriel Dean. He'll tell you that I don't scare easily, so no worries about this coming between you and me. But he can also tell you if we have some options that we haven't thought of. And you can tell me all about it when you pick me up at 5pm…sharp." Sam wondered if there was anything else that he should ad and was interrupted by Dean's gravelly voice.

"I love you Sammy." He said simply.

Sam smiled and reached over to flick off his light, the soft morning light streaming through his curtains in torrents. "I love you too Dean. So much."

Dean felt his stomach flutter at that and then said his goodbyes and hung up as he brought himself back to the here and now. He needed to have this conversation with Gabriel, and he figured that he may as well have Cas involved too, since he was going to be a permanent fixture in Gabe's life, it seemed fair that Dean not ask Gabriel to keep any secrets from Cas, since that could create problems between the two men and Dean did not want that. This was the happiest that he had seen Castiel in years and he'd be damned if he was going to do anything to jeopardize that.

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Castiel heard the phone ring first, it wasn't his…it was Gabriel's. He exhaled in irritation and reached over to grab the noisy object off the nightstand and toss it at Gabriel's still sleeping form. "Answer that." He said simply as he pulled himself out the warm bed and made the short walk to the bathroom.

"Hello?" Gabriel said slowly, his mind still trying to comprehend that he had a phone call and needed to kick into awake mode.

"Gabriel, its Dean. I need to meet with you this morning. Coffee?" Dean asked as he rushed through the information.

Gabriel rolled over and stared at the open door of the bathroom and smiled as he saw the naked form of Cas standing in front of the mirror brushing his teeth and totally oblivious to the fact that Gabriel was internally drooling over the toned ass he had a perfect view of from the bed. "Okay, but not coffee pal…you're buying me the works."

Dean chuckled at Gabriel's demands and immediately agreed. "Bring Castiel too, if he can spare the time." Dean finished.

Gabriel agreed and they decided to meet at 8am at the little diner down the street from Gabriel's building. He pulled himself out of the nice warm bed and sauntered over to the bathroom, leaning against the frame of the door until Castiel noticed him and his cheeks went a bright red and reached out and shut the door. Gabriel laughed and pushed the door open again, "It's not like I haven't seen you naked Cas." He said as he walked in and positioned himself behind the other man, wrapping his arms around him and leaning against his solid back. His cock resting snugly between Cas's ass cheeks and getting more and more interest in its current location.

Castiel could feel the growing erection in his lower back and the warm arms that encircled him were pleasant and made him feel wanted and needed. Something that he hadn't had enough of over the past few years. He leaned back into Gabriel and felt the other man take his weight and then start placing butterfly kisses along his shoulders and upper back. Cas's eyes closed in pleasure as Gabriel's lips left little patterns of fire racing along his skin. "So I take it that was Dean on the phone?" he asked, his eyes still closed, his toothbrush hanging forgotten in his hand.

Gabriel snorted, "Yeah. He wants to meet us for breakfast in an hour…he's buying."

Cas smiled at that, "Of course he is."

Gabriel went on…all the while his hands moving up and over Castiel's taunt stomach, and feathering back over his oblique's, causing Cas to jump slightly as the soft touch's started to tickle.

"Are you ticklish?" Gabriel asked in sudden delight.

Cas knew where this was going, "No. Not ticklish." He said quickly and moved out of Gabriel's embrace, throwing his toothbrush back into the holder and rushing into the bedroom.

Gabriel burst out laughing at the sudden shift in Cas's attention, "Yes you are." He said softly as he reached for his own toothbrush and proceeded to go through the morning ritual of teeth cleaning, showering, and finally shaving. When he exited the bathroom twenty minutes later, he saw that Castiel had made the bed and tidied up the room. That was one of the things that Gabriel loved about Castiel, he was as clean and meticulous as Gabriel was. It made them a perfect fit as far as roommates went…which was what they were lately. They were either staying at Cas's place or at his penthouse. As Gabriel thought about that something occurred to him and he acted without really thinking about it.

"Cas?" he called.

"Yeah?" Castiel answered from the living room, where he was reading the paper and listening to the news on radio.

"You want to live with me?" It was not how he had imagined this question would come up, but the desire for this one thing was so strong in that moment that Gabriel had to ask.

He heard Castiel push the chair away from the table and his feet on the tile as he walked back toward the master bedroom.

Castiel's face was masked as he appeared in the doorway, "What?" he asked quietly.

Gabriel inhaled deeply and walked over to Castiel, taking his face in his hands gently, "I said…do you want to live with me?" His golden eyes were searching Castiel's blue gaze for anything that might suggest that this was not what the other man wanted.

A slow smile spread across Cas's face as his eyes started to twinkle, "Really?" he said. It was the first time that he had been with someone where their living together made more sense than living apart. It was the first time that Cas had let himself get close enough to someone to really want that…a life with them.

Gabe's eyes softened to molten gold and he pulled Cas's lips against his, gently putting all his desire and longing for the other man in that long slow kiss. Cas's full lips moving softly against his own thinner ones in silent acceptance of his offer. Finally, Cas pulled his lips from Gabriel's, "Yes." He said simply.

A smile broke out on Gabriel's face that could have rivaled that of the sun, it was so brilliant. "I love you Castiel. I didn't think I could love someone so completely, but I do."

Castiel looked down for a moment and when he finally raised his eyes to Gabriel's, they were watery. "I love you too Gabriel." He leaned in and placed an almost chaste kiss against the lawyer's lips. When he pulled back he said, "Let's go find out what Dean wants and then we can find a moving company to start packing up my place."

Gabriel grinned, "It's a plan."

TBC…

Author's Note: Sorry it took longer for this chapter, I was waiting for the muse to strike and she finally did. More to follow shortly.

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