In which one of the characters is revealed to be kind of a whore.
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For Mems, who gripped me tight and raised me from Perdition (not the one in the story).
Gabriel checked his watch and straightened his tie. He'd told Castiel that he'd be over at eight-thirty and he, Castiel, and the Winchester brothers would take a cab over to The Garrison. Part of him wasn't looking forward to spending the evening with the Winchesters, but another part of him was really excited to see Dean in a tuxedo, if only to make fun of him.
He knocked on Castiel's door and a few moments later, the dark-haired man was pulling open the door. "Hello, Gabriel. Come on in. The cab will be here in a few minutes."
He stepped inside and immediately registered two things: one, that Dean looked extremely uncomfortable, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room as though he was afraid of the tux he was wearing. Two, that apart from Dean, the living room was empty. "The other Winchester isn't here yet?"
"Sam is meeting us there. He had to work a bit later than he originally planned. Still…" Castiel shrugged. He appeared much more relaxed in his tuxedo than Dean did. It was probably because Dean was more used to jeans or coveralls than a suit or tuxedo.
"You gonna be okay there, bucko?" Gabriel joked, smirking at Dean.
He shot the writer a withering look. "When I asked to come, I didn't realize I was gonna have to wear a monkey suit."
Gabriel snorted with laughter. "Well, you know artists. They're so pretentious—if you showed up in jeans, they would all find it delightfully ironic."
Dean raised his eyebrows. "In that case—" he started hopefully, turning toward the bedroom, but Castiel planted himself firmly in front of his boyfriend.
"Gabriel, stop giving him ideas. Dean Winchester, if you take another step, I will leave you here."
For a moment, Gabriel could tell he was actually considering it. Apparently, though, he decided that he wanted to see Sam, because he sighed and took a seat in the La-Z-Boy. He might as well not have bothered, though, because a moment later, Castiel's phone rang.
"Hello? Yes, I did. Alright, thank you. We'll be down in two minutes." He hung up. "Taxi's here. Let's go."
Gabriel led the way out the door, feeling like maybe tonight wouldn't be all bad—especially if he got to keep messing with Dean.
The moment the three of them arrived at The Garrison, Dean and Castiel wandered off to locate the younger Winchester brother. Gabriel headed straight to the bar—Ray and Anna Burbank were there, talking to Rachel Milligan. He knew all of them and hadn't seen them in awhile, so he figured he might as well get the annoying part of the evening over with.
Sure enough, the moment Ray caught sight of him, he waved him over. The first words out of his mouth were, "Hey, Gabe! Where's Kali?"
"Ooh," Rachel and Anna said in perfect unison, flinching. Michael had obviously told Rachel about the breakup and Anna had probably heard from Kali. How Ray didn't know was beyond Gabriel, though.
"What'd I say?" Ray asked, looking from Gabriel to Anna to Rachel.
"Raphael, I told you this," Anna said, looking pained. She only used his full name when she was annoyed. She gave Gabriel an apologetic look. "You'll have to forgive him. I must have told him five times."
"Oh," Ray said, suddenly looking embarrassed. "Sorry, Gabe. I forgot."
Gabriel shrugged and turned his head toward the bartender without really looking. "Can I get a Screwdriver, please?"
"I'm glad you came, Gabriel," Rachel said. She smiled warmly. "Michael was worried you wouldn't show up."
Gabriel shrugged again. "I need to do some new things. Besides, Cas and Dean are here, and Dean's brother is showing up at some point." Hoping to deflect attention—he was getting really sick of the pitying looks people were giving him—he quickly said, "So, Anna, when are you gonna have your own show?"
"That's exactly what I've been telling her!" Rachel said, shaking Anna's shoulder playfully. "When are you going to let us show off all your lovely paintings?"
"I'm not that good," Anna mumbled, suddenly embarrassed. She blushed until her cheeks were nearly the same color as her fire-red hair.
"Screwdriver," said a familiar voice.
Gabriel almost gave himself whiplash from turning his head in the direction of that voice. Sure enough, it was Lu standing there in a black suit with Gabriel's drink in his hand.
"What the Hell are you doing here?" Gabriel asked.
Lu shrugged. "I'm bartending until ten-thirty—then, I'm in charge of the music."
"Oh, you're Lu Pellegrino?" Rachel asked. "Sorry, we're just used to dealing with Meg. Nice to meet you—I'm Rachel Milligan."
"Nice to meet you," Lu said, a slick smile spreading across his face.
Was it Gabriel's imagination, or was she blushing, too? A moment later, Rachel was saying, "Hang on, my husband is right over there. I know he'd want to meet you, too. Michael!"
Oh, this should be interesting, Gabriel thought with a high degree of amusement. Michael hurried over and glanced from Rachel to Lu and back, the question on his face evident.
"Michael, this is the DJ Meg Masters sent over," Rachel explained.
"Oh, nice to meet you! Mike Milligan." He held out his hand and Lu shook it.
"Lu Pellegrino. Actually, I wanted to talk to both of you," Lu said, his smile widening. "Specifically, what kind of music you wanted me to play. I have basically everything in my library."
"Shinedown?"
"Three albums."
"Abney Park?"
"Six."
"VNV Nation?"
"Fifteen albums."
"Megadeth."
"Now I know you're just teasing me," Lu joked, still smirking. "Two terabytes of music and you think I don't have Megadeth?"
"I think we need to have a talk," Michael said with a quick glance at Rachel. She nodded in agreement, grinning.
Gabriel took a swig of his Screwdriver to hide his grin as the three of them walked away.
"Um, what just happened?" Raphael asked. "Gabe, you know that guy?"
"He was like my best friend in high school. And to answer your first question, I'm not quite sure, but it was really funny. It looked like he was flirting with both of them."
"Oh, good. At least I'm not the only one who got that feeling," Anna laughed.
Gabriel finished off his drink and waved his goodbye to the Burbanks. He headed back to the bar and set the glass back on the bartop.
"What're you drinking?" another bartender in a black suit asked.
"Screwdriver. Make it a double."
"Long day?" said the man next to him.
Gabriel turned to look and the bottom nearly dropped out of his stomach. It was the hot cop he'd seen a few days earlier. It had to be him—that was the same long, honey-brown hair, the same hazel eyes. That height didn't lie, either. This guy must have been close to six and a half feet tall. And that smile… Gabriel swallowed but smiled. "Yeah, kind of. Long week, actually. You?"
The cop shrugged, also smiling. "Wasn't so bad. Didn't I see you a few days? Outside of that Barnes & Noble?"
"Y-yeah, that was me. I thought I recognized you." He nodded, half-smiling.
"So who are you, since it seems like you're stalking me?"
He grinned. "I'm not stalking you. Trust me—if I was, you'd know." He cleared his throat nervously. Well, this guy recognized him but didn't know who he was. He didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. "Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel."
"Hmm. I'm Sam," the cop said, still smiling. His eyes seemed to sparkle with laughter, but Gabriel raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"You wouldn't happen to be Sam Winchester, would you?"
"Yeah, that's me."
Damn! That's Dean's brother? The universe was so unfair. It figured that the first person he was attracted to after Kali would be a freaking Winchester. "Wow. Your brother is kind of a dick," he said, mostly to gauge Sam's reaction. Honestly, this guy wasn't what he was expecting from a Winchester, but if he shared Dean's DNA, maybe the similarity was under the surface.
But Sam just laughed. "Yeah, he can be a douche sometimes. That would make you Gabriel Speight, right?"
"Yeah."
"You know, I hear from Dean that you're kind of a dick, actually."
"There's a fine line between being a dick and being a trickster. I like to think that I fall on the right side of that line."
Sam laughed again and Gabriel felt himself smiling. He opened his mouth to say something—he wasn't quite sure what; he just knew he had to say something to this guy—but someone else cut him off.
"Sammy! When did you get here?" It was Dean, appearing out of nowhere with Castiel in tow to throw off Gabriel's game. Fuckin' Winchesters! he thought harshly, unsure if he was more annoyed with himself or Dean.
"Just a few minutes ago." Sam knocked back the rest of his drink and turned to face his brother. "I was about to try to hunt you down, but Gabriel found me first."
"I didn't realize you two knew each other," Dean said with a note of suspicion in his voice.
"We don't, not really," Sam explained cheerfully. "But we bumped into each other a few days ago and I'm pretty sure I saw him checking out my ass."
Looks like I could learn a lesson from this guy. Gabriel pointedly ignored Dean's sharp glare and pretended his ears weren't turning red.
"You checked out my brother's ass?"
Well, yeah, muttonhead. Your brother's smoking hot. "I'm hoping I can get a pass since I didn't know he was your brother." Fuck, this was not how the night was supposed to go. The first flicker of romantic interest he'd had in the two weeks since Kali had dumped him, and it just had to be for Dean Winchester's baby brother. The universe must have decided that fucking with him was its hobby of the month.
"Actually—" Dean started, but Sam quickly interrupted.
"Hey, Cas! How have you been?"
"Hello, Sam. I'm fine. Are you enjoying your evening so far?"
"Yeah, can't complain." As Sam and Castiel continued talking and Dean continued trying to burst Gabriel into flames with his eyes, Gabriel looked around, wondering where Lu had gotten off to. Last he'd seen, about five minutes ago, he'd been heading toward Michael's office with the Milligans. That conversation couldn't take that long, could it? He needed a completely neutral party to get Dean's focus off him. That, or he was just going to have to leave the immediate area.
Yeah, that was a good option. Gabriel quickly slunk away, grabbing a flute of champagne from a passing server and trying to look casual. He was just going to have to make some new friends.
He finally located Lu close to an hour later, just a few minutes before he was set to start playing some music. The strawberry blonde was straightening his tie with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Hey, Gabe. Having fun?"
"Not really. Turns out I was flirting with Sam Winchester."
"Ooh," Lu said, flinching but still grinning.
Something about that grin didn't sit right with Gabriel. "Do you know him or something?"
"Yeah, I fucked him."
"What the fuck?!"
"Yeah, sorry," Lu laughed.
"Jesus."
"Is that them over there?"
Gabriel looked toward where Lu was looking and nodded. "Yeah."
"Who's that with Sam and Cas?"
"That's Dean, Cas's boyfriend and Sam's brother."
"Damn."
"What now?"
Lu grinned again. "Well, it's just that I'm only doing couples now, and I don't do the same people twice."
Everything screeched to a halt in Gabriel's head. "Wait—back the fuck up. Run that by me one more time. You're only doing couples?"
"Yeah. One person isn't a challenge. Fucking couples—specifically married couples—now that's fun."
"So Mike and Rachel—"
"Nailed 'em."
"Both of them?
"Yep."
"Just now?"
"Yep."
"At the same time?"
"Yep."
"Oh, my God. And what the fuck did you mean, you don't do the same people twice?"
"I'm talking about Cas—duh. Who else would—"
"You fucked Castiel Novak?"
"Yeah, you didn't know that?"
"No, of course I didn't know that! Fuck, when was this?"
"A few years ago. A long time before he started dating Dean and before I met Eve."
"Oh, my God. Since when have you been a total whore? I swear to God—"
"This is a fairly recent development. Just in the past few months, right after Eve dumped me. I figured that bitch cock-blocked me enough, so now I'm trying to make up for all my missed opportunities."
"Jesus. Is there anyone at this party you haven't fucked?"
Lu scanned the crowd. "You mean, besides you and Dean and the other couple you and the Milligans were talking to earlier?"
"Yeah, besides them."
"There's like… five or six people here," Lu laughed.
"You're a terrible person," Gabriel said, shaking his head with a small smile.
"Yeah, we'll compare notes later. I have some records to spin."
As Lu hurried over to the DJ stand, Gabriel let his eyes wander back over to where Sam was standing, now talking with Ray and Anna. The whole night, he'd somehow been able to sense without meaning to exactly where Sam was. He knew that if anyone had noticed, he probably would have come off as incredibly creepy, but he couldn't help it. Something about Sam fried his brain. He couldn't think of anything interesting to say to him, something that would make him laugh or smile. He didn't like feeling this clueless. And then there was Dean, who quite obviously was opposed to anyone taking an interest in his brother. That was kind of a problem, too.
"Creepy much?" Speak of the Devil. Dean had appeared out of nowhere. He was really going to have to work on being a bit more self-aware. People had been sneaking up on him way too much lately.
"No one asked your opinion."
"You're kind of far away for someone who obviously wants to talk to Sam."
"What, you're not gonna bite my head off?"
"Nah. That was just for Sam's benefit. Go fucking talk to him, okay? Play the famous-author card or something."
"I don't want someone to like me just because I happen to be a published novelist, okay? I want him to like me for me."
"Even better. Go make a fucking joke or something. You're good at that, right?"
"I guess I could ask him what his favorite doughnut is," Gabriel said, grinning.
"Sounds good enough to me." A moment later, Dean turned around and walked away.
Okay, gonna go talk to Sam. Gabriel knocked back the rest of his drink. After one more of these.
That thing about Lu was a total brainwave I had yesterday. I was listening to "F**k Him, He's a DJ" by Ke$ha (I think I take too many of her songs as inspiration. Maybe one day I'll write a fic based entirely on Ke$ha songs) and I was like IT'S LU, IT HAS TO BE. So yeah. He fucked Sam and Cas and Michael and Rachel. He is/I am shameless.