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Chapter 5
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All recognizable characters belong to Kripke, and all mistakes are my own.
The next day Dean got up early and left after pressing a firm kiss to Cas's forehead. He needed to get home and clean up, not to mention check up on Gabe and Tristan. As he walked back across campus, feeling the burn between his cheeks and remembering the slick heat between Katz' thighs, a smile spread across his face that didn't leave until he walked in his own front door.
Gabriel was curled up on the sofa in the living room wrapped in Dean's comforter from his bed. Tear tracks marked his cheeks and his eyes were almost swollen shut from crying all night. Dean dropped his bag at the door and ran to him, sitting on the edge of the couch cushion in front of his miserable roommate.
"Gabe wha-where's Tristan?" he asked blackly, already knowing the answer.
"He-he left" Gabriel sobbed, his shoulders heaving from the forced breaths. "He just took off after Katarzyna went out with you guys last night, said that I was a- a freak for inviting her in the first place and that we were disgusting! I just don't un-understaaaaaaand" he wailed. Dean wrapped his arms around the tiny blonde man, pulling him into his lap and making him rest his head on Dean's shoulder.
"I'm sorry sweetheart," Dean cooed, patting Gabe's hair gently and taking a deep breath. "Did he agree to her coming over in the first place?"
"Yes! That's why I'm so confused! He wanted it!" Dean reached behind him to hand Gabe a tissue for his pouring nose.
"Gabe, sometimes people just don't like what she does, what she can make you feel. They need the control. Maybe he thought he could handle giving someone else the reigns and he just couldn't."
"It doesn't matter anymore Dean, it was a stupid month long obsession, there's no need for me to be so broken up. I'm sure I'll be fine by tomorrow, it was just so sudden and cruel."
They sat there for a bit longer before Dean got up and made breakfast for them both. As he was frying some eggs and getting the French toast dip ready, he noticed Gabe sidle into the kitchen and sit down at the bar, wrapping the blanket tighter around him in the cool air.
"So what happened with you guys last night?" he asked quietly, needing a distraction from his own thoughts.
"Well, we went to the club and it was pretty cool. I had to collar Cas and that felt kinda… well, odd because it wasn't real. But the club itself was nice. We only watched part way through the show before we left and all went back to Castiel's apartment over on Trunk Street. Then we…kinda had a threesome and went to sleep."
Gabriel almost gagged on his orange juice when he heard this. "You had a…who fucked her? You?" Dean blushed a little and nodded, leaning against the counter. "And how was that?"
"It was…amazing. Cas topped and I was in the middle, all the sensations and shit. God, it was like the perfect sex. I'm sorry that I wasn't home to take care of you though. You should have called me, I would have come home Gabe. After everything you have done for me, I would have come back." Gabe shook his head miserably.
"Naw, Dean it wasn't that big of a deal. Honestly, my feelings were more hurt than my heart. I'll be fine," he shrugged it off as Dean slid food onto a plate and pushed it over to him.
"Well, I guess it's hunting season again, huh? We'll find you a Cas, Gabriel!" They laughed and ate in relative silence after that, separating to shower and get re-dressed before going about their daily duties. Gabe worked at a clothing store in the mall, so he left to work his shift alone and with a sad cast to his face.
Dean on the other hand had company coming in and he wanted him to meet Castiel. He pulled out his phone and dialed Cas's number, hearing the click just before voicemail took over.
"Hello?" Cas mumbled, still half asleep. Dean heard him pat the bed next to him, and sigh heavily. "Why are you gone, Dean?" he mumbled. Dean could see him rubbing sleep out of his eyes now and laughed quietly to himself.
"Because I have my little brother coming in to see me today and needed to make the house presentable. Can you get ready and come meet him?"
"Yeah, I guess. When do you want me?"
"Well that's a silly question, isn't it? How about always?"
"You cheesy bastard."
"Haha, okay, how about you just shower and dress and head over? I made French toast and there's enough for you." Dean fiddled with the spatula, twirling it between his fingers absently.
"Alright, I'll be there in an hour or so. I love you, Dean," he whispered, obviously avoiding waking up Katarzyna.
"Love you too, angel." He pressed end and dialed Sam, checking up on where he was.
"Dean, I'm 17, and I'm two hours away. Okay?" Dean laughed at his little brother, being snarky.
"Just checking up on ya. I got someone for you to meet when you're here."
"Oh, really? Girl or boy?" he asked, knowing Dean's sexuality. Sam was the first person Dean had come out to back in high school.
"It's a guy. His name is Castiel Novak, and you're going to love him I swear!" he hollered down the line just to annoy his brother. They may not live together anymore, but brotherly taunting never fades. "Alright," he laughed out at Sam's outraged noise of complaint. "I'm going to shower and fix up the place. Gabe is at work so you'll have to see him later, you creepy bitch!"
"Dean, I swear to God! It was one time, several months ago and you'd gotten me drunk! Forget about it already!" Dean simply laughed and hung up.
He took a quick shower and dressed in his typical jeans and vintage t-shirt, pocketing his phone after receiving a text from Cas that he was on the way now. He threw the dirty dishes in the washer and tidied up the visible areas, wanting it to look neat for his little bro. Cas knocked on the door before opening, peeking in to see Dean sprawled on the couch watching TV.
"Well it looks like you're comfy," the smaller man shot at Dean. He was grumpy about waking up in a half-empty bed. "Why did you leave without saying anything?"
"Angel I needed to clean up for Sam, and when I got here Gabe was having a crying fit. Tristan left him last night apparently. I'm sorry, you two looked so cute sleeping there so I kissed your head and left." He stretched his arms out for Cas to nestle into them, but right then the doorbell rang loudly. Dean jumped up and pressed a kiss to Cas's lips quickly before he was tackled to the floor by his little…whoa, make that huge brother. He opened the door to a monstrosity of a man with overgrown dark blonde hair who had to duck when he walked in. Sam had easily grown a foot since he'd last come up here, and it had only been a semester!
"Holy crap where did these genes come from? And why didn't I get them?" Dean howled, looking a good six inches upward into Sam's eyes.
"Good to see you too, and I see you have a hostage?" he asked, turning to Cas where he leaned against the wall opposite the brothers, watching quietly. A small smile lit up his features when he was beckoned to, and he came to Dean's side readily.
"This, Sam," he curled an arm around Cas's waist and patted his right hand on his chest, "Is Castiel, my boyfriend. Cas this is Sam my little brother." Sam smiled genuinely and reached down to pull Cas into a bear hug.
"Um, hi," Cas huffed as the breath was squeezed out of him.
"Hey there." He put Cas back on his feet and watched the little man slip back to Dean's side, noting the loving smile that played on his brother's features. "Well aren't you two adorable? Where's Gabriel again? I owe that bastard a punch from last time!" he thrust a fist into his other palm, making Dean laugh breathily.
"Sure you do." Cas looked between them, not getting the joke. "Last time Sam was up here, Gabe and I got him plastered and they made out. A lot. Sam is defying that he liked it," Dean explained, settling them into the couch and turning to go get s few beers from the kitchen.
"I shouldn't have to explain myself to you either way!"Sam yelled after him, throwing an arm over the back of the couch and turning to Cas who sat on the far end. "So, Castiel, how long have you two been together? Give me the dirt on my disgusting big bro." Cas noted how Sam eyed him warily and with a tight smile, probably wondering if Castiel treated Dean anything like Alistair did.
"Well, we met in history class a few months back, on the first day actually. I have an apartment across campus and he came over to drink with my friend Katarzyna and I, where we kissed….but nothing since then until last weekend where we hooked up and decided to start dating."Cas looked at Sam, seeing no judgment and relaxed a bit more. Sam's reply was interrupted by a huge crash sounded in the kitchen, and both men ran to make sure Dean was okay.
"Dean!" Cas yelled, turning the corner too fast and almost stepping in a pile of broken glass. Dean reacted badly at the yell, flinching back into the far corner of the kitchen, hands in front of his face and elbows locked in front of his ribs. Cas worried more at the stance than the glass of course.
"Dean, come here. Watch the glass, darling, but come out here. It's okay," he whispered, keeping his hands low and his voice calm. Several minutes later Sam managed to extract Dean into the living room while Cas sought out a dustpan and broom, sweeping up the broken steins and fetching fresh bottles of beer from the fridge.
"Hey, hey, hey…no harm done, love," Cas cooed, crawling into Dean's lap gently and pressing the larger man's head to his chest. "We're all okay here." Cas looked at Sam, silently begging him to bring up a subject to discuss. He got the message.
"So, uh…Dean, I thought you guys were getting a cat or something? What happened to that idea?"
Dean took a deep breath, clenching Cas almost painfully tight to his torso. "We, um…we went to a shelter, but didn't see any that we really liked. Gabe isn't a cat person anyway. He thinks I should get a PTSD service dog or something." He finished off lamely, looking down into Cas's lap and taking the beer offered to him.
"Well, that may not actually be a bad idea Dean. They're supposed to be really good curers of stuff like that," Sam urged. "An animal in general would be better than wallowing until Cas here comes over to make it better."
Dean nodded quietly, loosening his hold on Castiel. The smaller man twisted in his grip to press a chaste kiss to his boyfriend's lips and scampered off to make dinner for the trio.
A few steaks, salads, and potatoes later, they sat in the living room watching TV, pleasantly stuffed. Ironman was on, and Cas wound up falling asleep on Dean's shoulder before the very end, but was jostled awake by their raucous laughter in time to see the bad guy caught.
Right on time, Gabriel wandered in dead on his feet from the all-day shift. He aimed a tired but flirtatious smile at Sam who sneered it away but stood up to hug him nonetheless.
"Hi, Castiel," Gabe sighed, falling into the chair opposite them and glancing at the TV as the credits rolled up the screen, his chin in his palm.
"How are you holding up, Gabe?" Cas asked, squirming on the couch to alleviate his legs which had fallen asleep. Gabe winced slightly but forced a fake smile to his lips anyway.
"Nah, I'm fine. I'll be back to hunting in no time."
"Hunting?" Sam countered.
Gabe laughed, "What your dubious brother calls my preying on the freshman here. He thinks I take advantage of them. Well… see how that played out this time?" he got up and stretched, leaving them feeling awkward and sad for him as he headed off to shower. Dean got up and made the couch up for Sam, topping it off by throwing a heavy comforter at his head when he wasn't looking. Cas had to laugh at that, even as his eyelids drooped.
"Just don't go waking me up with your sex noises!"Sam hollered from beneath the blanket, pulling it down to wink at Cas who flushed furiously and scurried into Dean's room behind the older Winchester.
"Better yet, don't wake up you with yours" Dean countered, pointing a finger at his chest. Sam pulled a super bitch face and turn over as he followed his boyfriend down the hall.
Castiel was already in the bed in nothing but his boxer briefs when Dean came in, stripping off his own clothes and curling up in front of him. Cas changed the position, manhandling Dean to where he was the little spoon and the larger man curled around his behind. He heard muffled talk before he drifted off to sleep from Cas toying with his hairline.
Gabriel heard Dean's door shut and crept into the living room, intent on talking to the younger Winchester alone. He sat on the edge of the couch next to Sam's hip and poked him in the chest making sure he was awake. Needless to say Sam was wide awake. He bit his lower lip in the dark as Gabe hovered close to his face, wondering how Dean was acting around Castiel, since he hadn't really seen the two together since they started dating a week ago. Sam had to admit, Gabriel was pretty concerned about Dean for not knowing him before last semester.
"Um, he…well he was acting great but he broke a couple steins in the kitchen when he went to get us beer, and he flinched away from Cas and me when we walked in to make sure he was okay. But Cas got him to calm down and go sit with me while he cleaned up and brought us fresh drinks. That's pretty much all I saw. He sat in Dean's lap to calm him down before dinner." Sam stared into the black shadow that he knew was Gabe's face as he heard a sound of assent and the figure leaned down. A kiss was pressed to his forehead before a finger went to Gabe's lips.
"Shh!" The little trickster shushed him before he got up and left just as quietly as he came.
Sam went to sleep a few hours later, kicking himself for not dragging the roommate down onto the couch with him.
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The next day Dean, Castiel and Gabe went to class, leaving Sam free to wander the campus alone. He met with them for lunch, noting that Gabriel made sure that Sam saw him flirting with a couple of guys before he broke off to sit with the other trio. Now, Gabriel like the chase, he was always the one who preferred turning straight men over to 'the dark side of the force,' but Sam was giving him a run for his money. He decided that the kid was just like Dean, he liked men and women, but he was simply too young, even for the legendary freshman-hunter. At 17, Dean would skin Gabe alive if he even tried anything with the younger Winchester, so he sat there sullenly eating his sandwich and watched the happy couple of the group go about their day being sickeningly adorable.
That night they all went to a movie, because Gabe was off work and Dean felt that if they stayed at home that Sam would jump Gabriel as soon as his-Dean's- back was turned. They went to see Forgetting Sarah Marshall and laughed their asses off, well, not Gabe who was still sore from his recent break-up, but he still had a great time sharing a bucket of popcorn and drink with Sam and avoiding Dean's eyes completely.
When they got home they departed for showers and homework, and Dean took Castiel to his own apartment to get more clothes to stay the night again. While they were gone, Sam crept into the bathroom where Gabriel was showering, singing loud and paying no mind to his crush just on the other side of the curtain.
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