Warnings: yaoi slash Gabriel/Sam even though it really hasn't gotten to anything yet. mild language...no not really. Not any violence yet. Sexual innuendos.
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Chapter 8: Chess
Gabriel glanced up at the clouds, hoping that distant rumbling didn't mean an approaching thunderstorm. Normally rain wasn't a problem for an angel, but at the moment he was perched on the 2nd floor roof of Bobby Singer's house to spy on Sam Winchester, who was currently in the middle of a heated argument as he tried to convince his older brother, Dean, that he had no interest in being kidnapped the past few days.
He'd decided it was best to not enter the irritable hunter's house until he had an excuse to be there besides 'Oh well I just feel like keeping an eye on Sam for no reason that I'm going to tell you.'
Castiel knew that he was developing feelings for the tall human but he hadn't told Dean. He wasn't sure if he was thankful for that or not yet. On one side, if Castiel had told Dean that the arch angel had a gay crush on his little brother, sure it would have raised questions about the whole homosexuality is a sin and this was an ARCH ANGEL they were talking about, but at least then he could pop in and not have to fully explain what he was doing. The whole house would probably want to bash his pretty little head in with wooden stakes to keep him as far away from Sam's pants as possible, but he wouldn't be sitting out here hoping he didn't just feel a raindrop on his shoulder. And on the other side, there was of course, his current situation. Feeling hopeless and helpless and just wanting someone to read his mind and understand him, no questions asked.
Was it really that bad of a thing to have an arch angel literally watching over you? most people would feel honored, special, but not these weirdoes, no. Hunters always needed to have their answers. And there was no answer Gabriel could think of at the moment as to why he'd want to help them that Dean wouldn't feel the urge to choke him for.
He felt something on his shoulder, not another raindrop, but a tap. He looked back beside him to see Castiel's trademark trench coat sitting beside him.
"So I'm being spied on while I'm spying on someone. Ironic." He rolled his green eyes.
Castiel's ocean blue eyes never left him, with the same emotionless stare. Gabriel used to have those same eyes that he saw every time he looked at Cas. Give the little angel a few more years, and he'd start to develop his own human traits and emotions, just as Gabriel had. He could already see a few of them starting to breakthrough his angelic personality thanks to the time he'd been spending with the brothers outside of heaven's powers.
"What are you doing Gabriel?"
"Oh me? Just faggin' up the place. Don't mind me."
"It's going to rain."
He paused, about to make a snide remark about an umbrella before he realized an umbrella would be way too conspicuous so he just kept the comment to himself all together. He did know how to bite his tongue from time to time, he just preferred not to.
"You...you should come inside."
He really wished he could tell if Castiel was being serious or not. The only sense he had that he was being sincere was the slight pause and stutter that he had.
"And do what?"
"Sit. Talk. Stay dry."
"Sitting, sure. Talking, not so much. They don't want to hear the truth and I, for once in my life now of all times, can't think of a single convincing lie. Sheesh, good timing for my brain to go into hibernation."
"You know, I've been watching Earth a lot. And I've always had a theory."
Gabriel fully turned to the other angel, one eyebrow arched. Castiel was sitting next to him, staring straight ahead over the sea of junked cars and parts and never glanced at him, which gave him the idea that he was just zoned out and speaking his own thoughts out loud, instead of actually listening and talking to the red-headed arch angel.
He continued as if he didn't see Gabriel's blank, questionable stare at him.
"Humans have interpreted the Bible so strangely. I wonder if their following it the way father wanted them to. Father loves all humans. So wouldn't he want his children to love each other as well? Regardless of race, age or gender? I think...that the humans that have it in their heart to find love in anyone, the opposite race, or the same gender, actually have the most open minds and biggest hearts."
"Neat lil bro, but what's that have to do with us angels? It's not like I can just walk up to dear old dad and ask him if it's ok to have a homosexual relationship with a human- even if Sa-someone...would consent to it." Gabriel didn't let Cas know how touched he was by this small action of the brunette trying to comfort him. He didn't like letting his persona drop and leave him emotionally vulnerable.
"I think dad would be proud. I think that maybe you'd have the biggest heart of all the angels to not only love a human, but another male human."
Gabriel raised his eyebrow. "Cas, I play elaborate pranks on humans that usually end with them dead. You call that a big heart?"
"No. But then again, these are just my thoughts. For all I know dad could condemn you to hell for all this. If he hasn't already for you running away from heaven." He shrugged and Gabriel face palmed himself.
He could feel the rain start to come down around him. He could still remember the first time he felt rain on Earth. While he had been watching over it, he could always see it falling from the grey clouds beneath him, but he never noticed until he was on the ground, feeling the soggy grass beneath him, the transparent pearl blue color it was or the cool feeling it left on his feeling as it dropped onto his skin. The first time he toke his vessel, in the middle of a field covered in clover and dandelions that bent under the watery force. He could see a small brick house with dark green shutters on the windows and surrounded by Azalea bushes loosing their spring blooms that he knew to be his house, but he never went inside. He left that field and never went back, as he slowly traveled across the American states wrecking chaos wherever he stopped. Over the years he'd stopped appreciating the soft sound rain made as it touched down and he sat there now catching up on all of the missed opportunities. Even if he'd been condemned to hell like Lucifer since he first stepped down onto this forsaken planet, it had all been worth it.
Castiel still sat beside him, the water droplets clinging to his strands of hair, looking like ice reflecting off the sun's last rays as it went down over the horizon. He didn't take the time to wonder why the other angel was still out here with him letting his coat get soaking wet as the rain came down harder. Thunder rumbled as the storm drew itself in towards their perch.
Behind him the window he had been using as his own personal Winchester television was silent. Either the brothers had stopped arguing or they had moved their fight elsewhere. They made a good pair of brothers. Sam always felt compelled to speak his mind and fight constantly, and Dean would argue back for a bit and hold grudges, but for the most part he'd play the role of the silent and understanding older brother that was just looking out for the well-being of his kid brother. For a second he felt a pang of guilt for separating them when they'd already been through so much these past few months but that feeling was quickly pushed aside and smothered as he instantly reminded himself of why he toke those actions in the first place.
And it had all been for nothing. If anything Sam hated him and trusted him less than ever and Dean would never let him into the same room as him, much less leave them alone for even a second.
He was brought out of his silent pondering by a soft flutter, which was associated with an angel coming or leaving. In this case, he assumed Castiel had gone inside to get dry since there was nothing left to say.
He leaned back against the house, the rigid wooden shutter with red paint peeling off threatened to leave dozens of splinters in his back but he didn't really care at the moment. The room inside was dusty colored, with books piled high along the walls that were covered with charts, maps and drawings of various religious symbols. It looked mostly like the rest of the rooms in Bobby's house, except for the practically antique Blue Oyster Cult, Deep Purple and Black Sabbath band posters peeking out from behind the map of Eastern Europe. He wondered for a second why most bands felt the need to include a color in the band name before noticing that some of the piles of books were bigger than others, not because they had more books, but because they were elevated on a set of twin beds jammed against the farther wall.
It must have been the room that the boys would stay in whenever John left them with 'Uncle Bobby' for a hunt that was too far away or dangerous for them. It must still hold some sentimental value as the closest thing they ever knew to a home since they went all the way upstairs and pried open the creaky, rusted door to have their private bickering.
He heard a soft whistle from below and looked to the ground where Sam was standing at the bottom step of the porch looking up at him, the flood light enveloping him in a circle of light in the quickly darkening background as night descended on them.
"I would ask you what your doing up there, but I suppose you wouldn't tell me anyways." He shouted up.
"No, well, it's pretty obvious I was stalking you. It's not like I was just strolling past your window on the 2nd floor in a house in the middle of nowhere and thought to myself 'Well hey, I should just sit in the rain and stare.'" For a second his sarcasm held an ounce of truth in it. "My turn, what are you doing down there? No wait- Let me guess. You were going to drown yourself by looking at the sky while it's raining like a turkey but saw me and decided to have a chat instead?"
Sam looked down and smiled for a brief second in spite of himself, shaking his head, with his hands on his hips. Water dripped from the ends of his strands of hair and seemed to fade into nothing as a flash of lightning lit up the sky beyond him.
"You got me. Well now that I can't commit suicide, you might as well come inside." He started up the steps but stopped and stepped backwards as if re-thinking himself in case the angel toke him seriously. "Castiel told me you were out here."
Gabriel rolled his eyes as Sam went back up the wooden steps to the warm, dry house. Most likely leaving a big puddle of water on Bobby's doorway as he toke off his soaked jacket that the older hunter would curse about later when he noticed it.
He re-appeared on the porch under the canopy, staying dry but not inside the house, where he couldn't hear any voices coming from. No doubt if Castiel sent Sam outside to fetch him they were all waiting inside with baited breath to see what his next move would be. Right now his only mood was wondering how this porch wasn't dry-rotted through. The boards creaked and sagged under his weight in their water weakened state.
Well if it was going to be a game of chess so be it. The trickster was good at games and after his recent loss, the 4th in a row now to Sam, he was more determined and prepared than ever to win this round. He'd show them what his next move would be.
End of Chapter 8
Wooow...I didn't mean for this to drag on this long, really. I'm just so freakin good at procrastinating. I'm trying to keep Gabe, Sammy and everyone in character, but that makes it hard for the storyline to progress. But I promise shit will go down in the next chapter. It may not hit the fan, but it'll be a start. This will probably only be another 3 chapters at most. Almost there!