Okay Okay. I know it's been quite a while since our last update, so sorry about that. We were trying to finish a different chapter first but it didn't work out. So this goes back to Sam and Gabe's story from Gabe's pov. Also, as before, the - are pauses during a phone call when the other is talking. Enjoy!
On their way to investigate the Nethel family, Cas, Meg, and Dean dropped Sam and I off at the library in some town called Edgewater. We stayed quiet for the most part, looking through some old books and pamphlets about the history of the town. Apparently the guy we were investigating worked at the library, and Sam interrogated some of his co-workers while I sat by. It hadn't been much of a problem that I didn't have an FBI badge, I mean hellooo, trickster, but it was kinda a problem that Sam kept staring at me uncomfortably. Although I caught myself doing the same every once in a while too, and I could do nothing to stop myself. It was kinda strange to me, this feeling of uncontrollable lust. It's not like I had never felt something like it, quite the opposite really. I was the king of this feeling, but usually all I had to do was snap my fingers and I was in a porno, or beautiful girls would show up to cater to my every need. And there was those few times when I snapped my fingers and a guy showed up… at those times I was in a female vessel for the most part, just to try it out and I'll actually admit that I had quite a bit of fun. I also suspect that I don't feel this spell quite as much as my "colleagues" do, but I'm definitely not gonna let them know that. I do not need a 300 pound moose questioning me in private, even if I might like it…
Anyway, after about 20 minutes of agonizingly long and boring research, all done by Sam, he suddenly shouted for joy. Okay, maybe not literally shouted, and maybe not actually out of joy, but you get the idea.
"Hey! Gabriel! I think I've found something, here look." He passed me a newspaper from about a week ago and let me read.
"Cat stuck in a tree for 4 hours finally rescued? Ok I like cats as much as the next guy but I don't see ho-"
"What? No not that, this." He said pointing to the article above it. As he did it his fingers lightly touched my hand and he quickly and sharply backed away.
With a smirk on my face, I read the article he was pointing to. "Man Miraculously Found Alive After Missing For 2 Months?"
"Ya! Isn't that great?"
"Yeah...I'm real happy for that guy, but what does this have to do with the case?"
With a master bitchface, he explained how the guy found was our suspect and something about how it was near impossible that an inexperienced guy could survive in the harsh terrain he was in by himself. "We should definitely check it out at least." With that his phone started to ring.
"Hello? Dean?" He waited a few seconds before continuing, "Ya we know but,no he's not here- that's the thing, I don't think he is, well not the real Joseph Nethel anyway- well there was an article in the newspaper about him, and apparently he was found wandering in the forest after he was missing for 2 months- ya that's what I'm thinking too. Gabriel and I are going to go to the police station to ask the guys that found him a few questions. You should ask the family if he's been acting differently or if he's said anything about the two months- Okay, sounds good. Come pick us up from the station in about an hour?- Bye."
He hung up the phone and turned to me. "Soooo, how was Dean? Were he and Cas just dying to tell you something?"
"Cas? No. It was just Dean, they're gonna ask the family a few questions and then pick us up."
"Yeah, I heard. Is it really gonna take us an hour to find out about this guy's "rescue"? It's a bit long isn't it?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"Ya. It is." He didn't elaborate but stared at me the entire time he said it and I couldn't help but feel a twinge in a certain bathing-suit area. Sam grabbed his bag of super secret hunter stuff and stood up to walk out of the building. As he did so I noticed just how great he looked in a suit and just how great that suit fit him. It was tight in all the right places and somehow loose in all the other right places. While I was stuck in my spell induced daydream, Sam stuck his head back in the library.
"Are you coming?" Well not yet I thought to myself, but hopefully soon… With that rather disgraceful thought, I got up and followed Sam across the street to the police station. When we walked inside we got some strange looks, probably because on our way there I had conjured up about a pound of candy. What can I say? I'm a nervous eater and I only eat sweets. Anyway after a short excuse from Sam about how I was diabetic or something like that, and showing our badges, the officer at the desk let us through. We asked the rescuers a few questions, and got the information that we expected. This Joseph guy apparently looked pretty healthy when he was found; he wasn't skinny or dehydrated or anything. The guys that found him thought that Nethel must have set up a camp somewhere and learned to survive, but they said he wouldn't talk about it. Naturally they left it alone because he was "traumatized" and "Shouldn't have had to deal with questioning." It all seemed a little bit too miraculous to me, and it seemed that Sam agreed, but we thanked the men all the less.
"Oh, no problem. It's always nice to be able to tell a story with a good ending. May I ask why you're asking about Joe though?" One of the men asked.
"He's just an old friend of ours and we were curious about his disappearance, but he wouldn't talk to us about it." Sam replied with a cheesy smile.
"Well if there's anything else we can do for you just let us know."
"Actually, there is one more thing. Would you mind if we borrow your interrogation room?" I glanced over at Sam with a questioning look on my face because I had absolutely no idea where he was going with this train of thought. I know where I would like him to be going, but I highly doubted that he was leading me into the room so that we could hook-up. Sadly, I was right. As soon as we entered the room and Sam closed the door, he stood on one side of the room and motioned for me to sit in a chair about 10 feet away from him.
"What, are we gonna roleplay now?" I asked jokingly as I sat down.
"No. You are gonna tell me exactly why you put this spell on us, even if you did make a mistake. What were you trying to do in the first place, and why? Is there any way to break it? Are you sure tha-"
"Let me stop you right there Buck-o. I suppose that you do deserve an explanation, seeing as you were affected and all. I wasn't lying when I said that I was trying to help my little bro. Ever since I so cleverly faked my death," At this Sam looked like he was about to ask another question, but I held up my hand to stop him, "and no I will not tell you how I faked my death, but ever since then I have been watching you and your brother. What can I say, I have a sort of soft spot for you guys, a fascination really. Anyway, as I watched you guys make all the stupid mistakes you did, I couldn't help but notice something. My little brother was always there for you. Always. Even when he made the mistakes he did, he made them for you guys, for Dean." When I said this Sam's face softened the slightest bit.
"You're telling me that you placed a stupid lust spell on us because you noticed Cas' motives for helping us? What were you trying to accomplish with that?"
I rolled my eyes a little, but then continued. "It wasn't supposed to be a lust spell dumbo, but yes, it was because I'm not blind."
"What was it supposed to be then? Some stupid love spell?" he asked raising his eyebrows slightly.
"No. Of course not. Who do you think you're talking to? It was supposed to be a simple truth spell. I'm sure that even you have noticed by now that the feelings that my brother obviously has for Dean go both ways. I figured that with a little bit of help, our brothers would finally come clean on their feelings. I think we can both agree that they deserve happiness, especially after the whole "God" fiasco." I could tell that Sam knew exactly what I was talking about with the feelings that they had for each other, and I could tell that he thought what I was saying was reasonable. I decided to push my luck and continue.
"I know that showing up out of nowhere probably wasn't the best approach, and leading you guys to that warehouse using the leviathan case wasn't exactly smart, but I had good intentions. And as far as I'm aware, no. There is only one way to get rid of the spell and that is not an option at this point." Sam was looking pretty skeptical still, so I decided I better take it one step further. "Look, I know that you can see the tension between Castiel and Dean, and I know that you love them both, so why don't you try to help me? Just because the plan backfired, doesn't mean that it can't be salvaged."
"What, help you fix your own mistake? Ya. That's not going to happen. This is all your fault, which means that it's your problem. Don't go dragging me into a situation that doesn't involve me." As he said this he walked towards me, pointing his finger accusingly. He didn't stop walking though, and soon the distance that had been between us a few seconds ago was gone and we were face to face, nearly touching.
"Oh don't act like you don't want to be a part of this. I see the look in your eyes, you want this. You need this." As the words spilled out of my mouth, I realized that I wasn't only talking for him, but for myself. I also noticed a slight look of want glitter in Sam's eyes. We got closer and closer. My brain couldn't function anymore and then we were a centimeter apart… and then the county sheriff opened the door.
"Oh… excuse me. Am I- am I interrupting something?" Sam quickly backed up from me, straightening his tie while doing so.
"Of course not. We were just, uh, practicing a new method of interrogation. What can I do for you?"
With a smug look that kinda made me wanna punch him in the face, the sheriff responded, "There's a man outside saying he's your partner. He's got a pretty sweet ride. If I'm not mistaken it's a '67 Chevy Impala."
"Thank you. We'll be right out." The young man nodded and closed the door. I got up and reached for the door handle, but Sam stopped me.
"You said there was one way you knew of to break the spell, what was it?"
"Trust me, you don't wanna know." Sam's face was serious as a statue and I could tell that he meant business. "Okay, fine. The only way I know of to end this spell is to relieve the sexual tension that you feel."
"Well that doesn't seem so bad. When we're at the bar tonight I'll just-"
"It's not that simple," I interrupted, "you have to relieve it with someone else who is affected."
"What are you saying Gabriel?"
"Wow I thought you were brighter kid. What I'm saying is that if you wanna get rid of the spell, you gotta have sex with either Cas or I."
So how was it? Good? Well I hope 'cause this is my love child... Anyway I promise you that we will try our very best to update more often, especially since it's summer. And sorry if this was a bit out of order with the last chapter, but this one has been done for a while and we felt that we needed to update.