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Inspired by/idea surce: The First Kiss, a SPN drabble by CastielAnAngelOfTheLord (Here on site!) describing a brilliant idea (she) Gabriel had, and It inspired me to write this!

Warnings: MaleXmale kissing.

"W-wh-wha—"

Sam had frozen in place, mouth hanging wide open. Dean would have had the same expression, with a touch freaking-the-hell-out and a hint of crazy bloodlust in his eyes, except his mouth was... otherwise occupied.

Archangel or not, Gabriel was smashed back against the Bunker's wall in the blink of an eye. Literally. Dean blinked and gagged in confusion, lips parting and closing dumbly like a fish, suddenly stumbling and very much alone in his self-surrounding personal space. What in the—

"What. Are you doing?"

"...Hey to you too, Bro." Gabe groaned painfully, trying to stretch his neck until he heard the satisfying clicks of the human bones. He grinned at the angel pinning him to the wall by the collar of his shirt, glaring down at him with his famous odd glare, faces inches apart.

The hiss in his tone was unmistakable. Though maybe it was just his deep voice.

"It is rude and illegal to impose yourself on someone like that." Castiel said. "Dean is very mindful of his personal space. You should ask for permission before kissing him... or someone else, for that matter." he paused. "Unless they kiss you first."

...Yeah, that was problem here. And Sam and Dean would voice out their opinions on that too, as soon as they find their voices again. Which might not happen anytime soon, because Dean has vanished into the nearest bathroom to brush his teeth (mouth? Tongue? Scrap the shit out of it, more like) and might not have actually heard any of this, and Sam was still stuck on mute.

"I was just messing around. Not my problem that your boyfriend's a homophobe in denial."

"He's not-…" Castiel drifted, eyes squinting in thought.

Gabe looked at him expectantly, "Your boyfriend, a homophobe or in denial?" he raised his eyebrows suggestively. Cas probably did the double-take on the homophobe part, and Dean really wasn't a homophobe, but he did tend to freak out a bit when the subject involved him directly. And while it wasn't in Castiel's nature to lie (most times), he didn't want to badmouth Dean. Result; a standstill in comeback.

It was fun to tease him, though.

"You—" Gabriel glanced aside to see Dean coming back from the bathroom, "I'm going to burrn you alive. Sam, get the holy oil." he managed the grunt somewhat decently between his tongue and the toothbrush, frantically scrubbing the insides of his mouth with loads of toothpaste he spat into the water cup he was holding in his other hand, like he just tasted something very bitter and rotten.

The douchebag didn't just kiss him, he frenched him, that son of a bitch.

"Hey, I fresh-spritzed my breath before doing it, so it's not me." he argued against Dean's killer glare and his toothbrush battling his aftertaste. Pause. "Well, I might have had lollipop earlier..."

"Uh-huh," Sammy finally found his voice, not knowing where to look at first; his brother with the crazy glint in his eyes, the Trickster who suddenly dropped out of nowhere to kiss his brother or Castiel, who has just appeared to pull them apart. He thought addressing Castiel was the sanest choice but his brain couldn't produce coherent words yet, so he shut his mouth and just set on staring at Gabriel like he was... something.

"Oh, for the love of—I was joking. Can't you take a joke?" Gabriel rolled his eyes, noticing the brothers staring at him, "I'm just messing around. Here, watch—" he suddenly grabbed the lapels of Castiel's trenchcoat and pulled him closer, smashing their lips together.

Dean choked and gagged on his toothpaste, accidently swallowing it and Sam looked even more mortified, gaping like a fish. And Cas... froze. Like a statue.

Gabriel didn't mind, the kiss seemed to go on forever even though the Seraph didn't actually respond.

Never mind that Gabriel and Castiel were technically brothers, if Gabriel referring to him as one was enough of a proof. But that was a whole other different can of warms no one wanted to dwell on at the moment.

But they couldn't blame Cas, not really. Dean was in the same state of mind blanking out and the archangel was off him before he could regain his senses and react, and Sam...

A painful thought crossed Sam's mind, making him pale in horror. He remembered their first encounter with Cupid. The naked, chubby guy who insisted on bone-crashing hugging all three of them. Dean was also the first back then, then Cas and then—

Oh, no.

"I-I'm getting the holy oil." he whispered hoarsely with swallowed bile and started backing away very, very discreetly.

They should have still some left in that pitcher from Jerusalem.

CastielAnAngelOfTheLord's fic wasn't exactly like that, but it got me thinking 'What if Gabe does kiss Dean?' lol