TAKEN FOR GRANTED-Chapter 8-Detour, blame and denial.
Yes, I just posted this yesterday, but for some reason it had some of the paragraphs in bold and some not. I iz a bit ashamed and a little upset. So I deleted and reposted after correcting the bold mistakes. That is all.
A/N-Once again, apologies for taking so long to post. Though this time I have medical reasons. Seems with all the stress in the past months-I ended up having two massive heart attacks within a week of each other. Apparently, I'm the youngest on record-lucky me! Home now and again, my apologies. Also, the Winchester Boys and their Angels have not been cooperating and keep going off script, so my apologies. This is going to be a long long story. Along with Destiel and Sabriel, we have Castiel dealing with his emotions and a few health issues that will become more serious. I already have a sequel and another story planned for this verse, so hang in there and I hope you enjoy the taste of boy on boy action and some angst. Promise to get Dean and Cas to the bar asap!
A/N 2-Thanks goes out to Caught-in-blacks-eyes-who after a long time without speaking to her was my first reviewer-you make me very happy, also to Sophie-whom I was unable to pm due to guest status, Anna, Maknatuna-I'm hoping there is a new chap for me to read, .Wonderland, Chelsea-your tale begins; And Kasey123-your wish is my command.
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Disclaimer:As always, I own nothing but SPN and NCIS dvd's. Anyone ever notice Dean and Tony are way alike-(although, Dean is way more street savvy and tougher. Think about it-both love the girls, charm pouring out of them, chick-flick moments and Father issues. Hmmm, I don't know which second father is more scary-Bobby or Gibbs? I'm thinking Gibbs. I am not including previous chap scene, please let me know if it flows better without it and what you thought of the chap or the story itself. And any suggestions, comments or requests would be wonderful. Have a great evening my lovelies...AND ENJOY! :)
CHAPTER EIGHT-Detour, blame and denial
Gabriel smiled as Dean slammed the door behind him. What Dean had just done? Bitching about their brothers? Hilarious. And he had it all. The trickster smiled. Both Cassy and his hottie would not be thrilled with the eldest Winchester's pissing and moaning, (and not in a good way), Dean was never going to hear the end of it. He grinned. He would sit back and enjoy the show. Maybe give him a heads up-let him see it before he turned it over to Sammy and Cassy. Or maybe just spring it on all three of them at the same time. Although, telling Deano before-hand, letting him sweat it out until the big unveil could be great fun. The anticipation of not knowing when the subjects of his rant would be informed would be sweet. Quality entertainment is what that would be.
It's good being an Archangel.
He switched thoughts and clapped his hands together. Screwing with Deano was fun, but the little brother? He'd much rather use his…gifts on him. Hell, on him, in him and just maybe little Sammy would do a little reciprocating. His mind snapped back to his luscious little tight-ass. First, he would take care of a few of those kinks-and angel-tape it. He wanted to show him…so many things. He'd been alive for eternity and his sexual repertoire was nothing to sneeze at. And Sammy was going to get the benefits of his experience. He was a little hard just thinking about it; his boy coming undone; panting, gasping, moaning and finally screaming Gabriel's name. But, there was so much more to it-he could repeatedly view the human letting go, which awesome-but more important, he wanted Sam to see; to watch as Gabriel pulled him apart. That would be the tricky part. The boy was stubborn. He'd spent so many years shutting off those wonderfully dirty thoughts. It would not be easy for anyone to convince him to let it go…but he was not just anyone-He was the Archangel Gabriel, the Trickster and Loki-all wrapped up in one sexy-ass package. Sammy would watch, he would not be able to help himself and once the boy was horny, he would make an appearance. What might the boy do? Beg to be treated submissively? Or growl his want? Slam him into a wall…Dominate the archangel. The thought sent chills through his vessel. It wasn't something he'd ever thought about before.
There were few beings more powerful than himself. Only Father and Sammael. Michael and he were pretty equal, although he was older than Gabriel-not by much-but the trickster-angel never let him forget it. So yeah, he was pretty damn powerful. He was the strategist, the warrior, the teacher. His ability to control and take charge of any situation is who he has always been. Whether it be leading a battle against an enemy or sex-he was successful precisely because he stayed objective-followed the plan and left for home after he was done. Never regretting anything. Except...He'd let his walls down with the one who was eternally pure in heart and soul, Maryām. The Messiah's mother. He'd let her in and when his mission to keep her safe was over and he was forced to leave…the only thing he had to hold onto was knowing she would pass through Father's gates and he would not have to say goodbye ever again. When her time came, he had waited for her happily. But, she hadn't remembered him. Father had explained why and he had understood, but it had taken him centuries to heal, never really fading…until Sammy. It still hurt, but it was better with Sam around; leaving him with sweet memories of her. Why did Sam's presence turn the pain to peace? No one else had done that. What if Cassy was right? His little brother was convinced there was more to it than just a physical need to see Sam fall apart in his hands? Shrugging, he cleared his mind and…He definitely needed to touch that boy, find out if he could unleash an animalistic Sammy; satisfy his curiosity about his own sexual submission. He looked down at himself-Father, he was hard.
He glanced around; the object of his need was nowhere in sight. Damn. He wanted to get this party started. Clapping his hands once more, he looked around the room. This would not do at all. He'd be damned if he seduced his boy in this…crap hole. Hmmm. Yes, he believed he would have to think of the ambiance needed-dependent on the fantasy, the kink he was setting free.
"Hey, tight-ass? Been in there a long time. Not hiding are you?"
No answer. Huh. He closed his eyes. Dammit, he wasn't even here.
Concentrating, he was about to fly off when he heard the flap of irritated feathers. Crap. Cassy.
"Dean! What is so important that you-Gabriel? What are you doing here?"
"Hey little bro. Looking for Sammy. You missed the show. Deano was not a happy camper and I got it all for future humiliation."
Castiel refused to rise to the bait. "Where is he?"
"Left. From what I gathered, headed to the bar."
Castiel frowned in irritation. "No. You must be mistaken. I specifically brought Dean and his automotive transportation here so that he would rest, recuperate, wait out the storm; he also mentioned verifying his brother was home unscathed, fine after today's…hunt. "
Gabriel smirked, "Shoulda asked me. That boy is more than fine-he's-."
"Please, Gabriel, for Father's sake, use his name, not one of your sexual moniker's."
"Oh, c'mon. Thought sex would get that stick out of your ass, Cas-."
"Do not call me that, Gabriel. "
"What'd I say…?"
"Another nickname, one I vehemently disagree with being used to capture my attention."
"You're pissy about me calling you Cas?"
Castiel glared at the archangel, who just looked back at him with the 'Really, Cassy, really' look. The youngest angel waited.
"First of all, you interrupted me. If you had not, I would have called you Cassy and second, what's the big deal…"
"I have already made you aware of my intense dislike of, not only you, but the perpetual need others have in giving…nicky names-."
"Nicknames, Cassy."
"What?"
"It's nicknames, not nicky-names. Hey! Don't give me that look! Besides, it's been eons and you know I use 'nicky names' all the time. Hell, the only time I use your actual name is when I'm-."
"Disgruntled over actions I have taken or decisions I have made that put me at risk. Yes, Gabriel. This has never escaped me. It does not mean I enjoy your frequent use of 'Cassy' or Balthazar using Cassy-Cat, but I draw the line at 'Cas'. So please, refrain from using it."
"Deano uses it."
Gabriel watched the younger angel still. He raised an eyebrow at the minute uplift of Cassy's mouth at the mention of the oldest Winchester and then he frowned when the smile vanished and Castiel slightly shook his head, beginning to turn away. Gabriel placed his hand on the angel's shoulder and turned him back around.
"You okay, Cassy?"
"I am fine, except for the fact that you insist on the use of these names when you know how I feel about them; how many times I have requested everyone desist.…"
Gabriel rolled his eyes as Castiel stood straighter, flexed his wings and looked at his brother smugly. And here it comes.
"And I would greatly appreciate you taking my words to heart. I may not be an archangel, but I am still an Angel of the Lord and as such, expect treatment befitting the heavenly being that I am."
Gabriel just grinned, "And Sammy thinks I'm arrogant-."
"You are. And you are wrong about me. It is not arrogance. It is the truth."
"And Dean? Your feathers get ruffled when he calls you that?"
"Of course not. He is my charge. It is…different."
Gabriel looked at him closely. He'd lost count of how many times Castiel's body language and physical countenance lightened and his grace flared a bit brighter when Dean was mentioned. Damn hunter didn't deserve his younger bro's loyalty, friendship and intense concentration. He needed to have a talk with that boy.
"Tell me something first. I assume Deano came up with the 'moniker' and uses it. A lot. You don't seem to have a problem when he says it. Never seen you go all 'Angel of the Lord' on him-not when the cause is his use of the nickname. Am I right?"
"Yes. That is correct, though I fail to see your point. What does this conversation have to do with my charge?"
Gabriel shook his head, this was a lost cause. Cassy was always good at separating his duties from his personal life-(although with the youngest angel, he had never been able to enjoy his 'down time' and Father knows Gabriel has had his share of 'duty lectures' from Cassy-.
"Gabriel! Are you listening? Would you, for once and all, use my given name only? "
The archangel just grinned. "Sure thing… Cassy."
"That is not my given name!"
"Could start using Casty-."
Gabriel chuckled at the glare he received. This had been fun. Getting Cassy all flustered was always fun, but he had a boy he needed to find. Apparently, Castiel was on the same wavelength. Either that or he was trying to desperately change topics.
"Could we get to the part where you explain the current location of the Winchesters?"
"Kay, First of all, Casty", Gabriel smirked as the younger angel sighed in resignation, maybe if his little brother got laid, he'd relax a little. Hadn't happened so far, so…, "already told you, Deano took off to the bar. Not sure about my Sammi-."
Castiel took a deep breath and sighed. His charge must really want to forget what happened between them if he was willing to brave the storm and the angel's anger. He caught up with Gabriel's words and frowned, "please tell me you have not already thought up sexually suggestive names for Dean's younger brother."
Gabriel gasped dramatically, "I am appalled and shocked; saddened and heartbroken. It would not befit my station in life to think of him as more than another of Father's creations! Although, between me and you, little bro, Father broke the mold with that one-", Gabriel used the one look he knew his younger brother would fall for-the 'innocent of all wrongdoing' look.
Castiel stared at the archangel, "you are fooling no one. You already have a few picked out."
Damn. He wondered if Deano had the same problem with Sammy…Getting back to the dramatics, Gabriel reared back in shock, "Moi? Never!"
Castiel crossed his arms and waited. His brother was on a roll. Better to stay silent until he ran out of steam. Trying to stop him never worked. He was very much like Dean. He wondered if Gabriel was aware of this fact. The archangel was laying it on thick, even for him.
"…Woe is me! That my youngest brother, one who has looked up to me for guidance, protection and sexual expertise since his birth has...has forsaken me! What shall I do? Where shall I go? Rhett…."
The archangel stopped hamming it up when Castiel looked around the room and then back at him.
"Rhett? Who is Rhett? Who are you talking about? I do not have the patience for this!"
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "You really gotta get out more Cassy. Movie, don't worry about it. Dammit, where was I?"
It was Castiel's turn to roll his eyes, "Woe is me…looking up to you. Looking up to you? Gabriel, I have not had to look up at you since you took your current vessel."
"Ha-ha, Cassy. Funny. You are evil, hurling insults as I lay dying on my death-bed."
"You are standing."
"Oh, right", Gabriel flopped down on the bed, hand over his heart, "you wound me, Cassy. I've not the courage to go on. You must tell Father of my sacrifice and how you killed me with such unkind words. It is over for me. Remember me with love and celebrate my passing", Castiel sighed as Gabriel's hand flopped to the bed and his eyes closed.
"Are you done?"
Gabriel jumped up and grinned, "Yep, gotta go find my-."
"I'm warning you, don't say it-."
"Say what, Cassy? You mean yummy Sammy?"
At the head nod, Gabriel smirked, "or do you mean Sammylicious? Or my Samcicle, or-."
"You are aware he is at a bar in a town that sees few tourists. Someone else might think he is indeed…sex-on-legs…is that what you called him-I don't understand why sex would have legs-."
"Dammit. Ask Deano. And let me know what he says. Gotta go. See ya Cassy!"
Castiel breathed with relief when he was gone and then wondered why he did. He did not need to breathe. His charge's influence. Dealing with Gabriel was almost as exhausting as dealing with Dean. He would have to impart to Samuel advice on dealing with the archangel. Perhaps, he could relate the same of the human's older brother. Thoughts of the younger Winchester made him smile. He truly liked Samuel. Dean, however-his feelings about his charge were confusing-a sharp clapping of thunder made the angel jump-ever since Raphael killed him, the sound of storms made him uneasy. Specifically thunder. It replicated perfectly the sound his vessel made when it had blown apart. Fear is what he felt at the sound, though his own was not at the top of the list. The fear of what Raphael had in store for Dean after his own demise; his knowledge of failing to protect the hunter and the fear of not being remembered, as if he had never existed. Would he be remembered by those he was close to? Those he respected? Gabriel and Balthazar would. Dean? He believed he would, although the hunter would likely remember him with negativity. Anger, indifference. At the very best, an inconvenience. And that hurt the most. He frowned. That really did hurt, physically. Strange. He shook his head as the storm increased overhead. This pain he could ignore, as the thunder cracked again, he was reminded of the absolute agonizing pain he'd suffered at the hands of the angry archangel, when he'd disobeyed and given Dean time to get to Samuel. He thanked Father the hunter had not been present when it had initially happened. He would not be able to look him in the eye. What little respect his charge might still have for him would have vanished. It was bad enough the human thought of himself was damaged, but how would Castiel convince Dean of his worth if he was aware of the angel's own damaged psyche? No. Dean could never know. Another bout of thunder sent a shiver of something through him. Dread, sadness. Shaking off the feeling that it had something to do with Dean and himself, he honed in on Dean's vehicle and arrived in the parking lot of the bar.
The vehicle was here, but his charge was not. Nor was he inside the establishment-.
The flutter of wings had him turning around. Gabriel. He did not have time for this. Where was Dean? Why would Dean drive to this location and then aband-.
"Oh, he didn't drive. He walked."
"Gabriel? You are making no sense. What are you talking about-wait, did you just say he...walked? That is enough. He wouldn't do that. He is not unintelligent, no matter what most think, including him."
Gabriel pushed away from the car, crossed his arms and smirked, "And he's never done something irrational without thinking it through?"
His brother had a point. "You are sure?"
"Archangel", he pointed at himself, "helloooo!"
Castiel growled, "Of all the idiotic…it would serve him right if I let him-."
"You won't though."
"No. I won't. Though, I cannot promise that when Sam sees him next, he'll be in any condition to follow through with the plans that made him stupidly venture out tonight in the first place!"
"So glad I'm not him right now."
Castiel glared, still thinking of harm he could cause the hunter-without actually causing the Righteous One harm, "I requested he not drive...anywhere until the storm had receded! And does he listen? No! He will listen, that I promise!"
"Do me a favor Cassy-."
"I will not film it for your amusement later, Gabriel."
"Eh, it was worth a shot. My boy is inside. How about letting him figure this one out and come inside. Bet I could find a sweet thing in there for you."
"Thank you, Gabriel. No. I am perfectly able to sate my curiosity after I have made sure the hunter is safe and when I have satisfied myself that he is, I'm going to hurt him myself. "
"Yeah, right. I bet anything you're gonna show up here with him-perfectly healthy-after ordering you to fly his ass to the bar."
"Gabriel! You are disrespecting me and my charge! It is not like that!"
"If you say so-."
"Do you believe I jump at his command? I am no animal to his master!"
"What I think is he's in for a load of crap and then you're anger will die out and you'll give in and do what he wants."
"Gabriel! That will not happen…"
"I think it will. You know why? Because those damn Winchester boys ooze charm-well, at least Sammy does and…", Gabriel rubbed his hands together as he raised his eyebrow; "I'm hoping Sammykins will soon be oozing-."
Castiel glared fiercely, "you are wrong about my charge and about his ease making demands…And please, I do not need to be privy to your lecherous thoughts concerning Samuel."
Gabriel grinned, patted his cheek and turned towards the bar. The younger angel sighed. Dean. He had to find Dean. He closed his eyes and vanished.
Dean wanted to kick himself in the ass. Moron. Idiot. Dumbass. Yep, they all fit. It was a friggin' blizzard and he decided to stroll the however-many-miles it was to the bar? He couldn't see six feet in front of him and the damn storm was disorienting. He'd already tried retracing his steps to go back to the motel. Only thing that had done was get him lost. He had no idea where he was and his damn phone had no signal. He thought about yelling for Cas-yeah, like that'd do any good. Didn't work the first six million times he called. Fuck that! He didn't need this shit! Looking around for a landmark, he grinned. The bar! Yes! He could see the red and blue neon lights. Just in time too, he was freezing his ass off. He frowned as he reached the door.
"Dammit! Figures." Wasn't the bar. The damn diner.
He walked inside and noticed the place was empty. A waitress he thought he'd seen earlier and a kid were hugging; both were crying. The woman was trying to comfort him.
"Shhh, it's going to be alright, mom and dad will be here soon and we'll go home."
"Gotta bad feeling, Talia. Mom's already-."
"Shhh, I know, but Dad's bringing the truck. Okay?"
"Shoulda been here a long time ago. Something's wrong. It's bad out there-."
Dean wasn't sure if he should walk back out the door and leave them to their privacy or try to help.
"Don't mean to interrupt. You two okay?"
They both turned towards the voice, faces brightening for a few seconds before the boy turned away and the woman shook her head.
"F-fine. Diner's closed; streets are-the storm's horrible...how did you drive through it without getting-."
"Walked from the motel. My brother's at the bar, I stopped in, hoping for directions."
They both stared at him, "you walked? Is your brother in trouble or something?"
"No, why?"
It was the kids turn to speak, "Mister, you gotta be kidding! We just wanna get home and you decided to walk to the bar from the motel? You nuts? Got a death wish?"
Dean liked this kid, reminded him of well, him; "wish? Nope."
"Brendan! That was rude!"
"Nah, its fine. Sometimes I think I do. Sorry I ain't driving, would give you a ride home."
The boy closed his eyes as his sister answered, "I-we're waiting for our parents, but they should have been here hours ago-Brendan, go grab your books, might as well study while we wait. Please."
Her brother sighed and walked into the kitchen. As the door closed behind him, she walked up to Dean and spoke low, "Roads are bad; radio said there have already been three accidents…with f-fatalities. Talked to Dad a while ago but he's not answering and-."
Dean hated this. Give him some monster to fight, something he has some control over, but this?
"I'm sorry. I wouldn't give up just yet-town's pretty much snowed in-I'm betting roadblocks, especially out past the town limits-saw them earlier this afternoon-and my phone is useless out there, no signal. It's fine now. So-."
"You really think that's why my mom and dad aren't here, mister?"
Dean turned to see the boy looking at him with a little desperation and a lot of hope.
The hunter shrugged, "you're landline is working and you haven't heard anything from the police or hospital, right?"
The boy shook his head and Dean continued, "Well, then. Don't worry so much. Besides I have a buddy who's plugged into the town and he can check for me. Find out for sure. Okay?"
They both smiled and Dean silently called for Cas.
'Cas, need you here or fuck, just call me. The diner. Not about me. Important.'
He smiled as the boy dragged him to a table and then the girl set a cup of coffee in front of him.
"Thanks, but you don't have to-."
"I want to. You hungry? Damn! The pie! I forgot about the-", Dean watched as she whirled around and flew into the kitchen. Wait. Pie. Did she just say pie? His luck was definitely improving, especially when she came out, cut two slices, slid them onto plates and placed them in front of Dean and her brother.
Dean inhaled and sighed happily, "Will you marry me?"
Talia rolled her eyes and grinned, "Charming, cute and starving. I must refuse; I think the pie would always be first in your heart."
"Never-and to think, I found and lost you within minutes. When I leave, I leave cold, alone."
"Somehow, I don't think you'll be alone for long."
Dean grinned, he liked her. She was strong, funny. Cute. Made him laugh. Someone he would've liked to get to know if Cas wasn't…Cas? What did Cas have to do with-.
"Besides, he's already got-."
Dean frowned at the boy, "Got what?"
"Brendan. That's enough. Go get yourself some hot chocolate", she turned back to Dean, "Sorry. Sometimes he doesn't know when to keep his…opinions to himself. Family trait."
"Yeah, I got a little brother like that too. You still refusing my love? And before you answer, remember it will crush me, leave me broken and unable to love again and I'll die of loneliness."
Talia rolled her eyes, "Would it help if I gave you a pie to take home with you?"
"I see light and hope once more. With pie's help, I will try to live and love again."
"It really is too bad you're take-not staying. Like I said so much charm. Now, I think I should get to work on your edible lifeline. I have a feeling this one isn't going to make it out the door."
Dean grinned and watched her walk into the kitchen. Right before the door swung shut, he saw her speak seriously to her younger brother. Just what had he meant? And what had she been planning on saying before she cut herself off? And where the hell was Cas? He jumped when his phone rang. Finally! About damn time-why the hell was he calling? He growled as he slammed the phone to his ear.
"Finally! What the-."
Dean pulled the phone from his ear and looked at the display. No service. Great. Just great. At least he had pie.
Sam flipped his phone shut and sighed. He could have sworn he heard Dean answer. Calling the motel office had done no good, gotten the machine. Dialing his brother's cell over and over had netted nothing. No luck. The last hang up had been loud. He wasn't sure if he should be concerned all he got from Dean's cell was a not-in-service message or relieved, since maybe that meant Cas had gotten there and they were talking-or hopefully Dean was apologizing...yeah, right. Maybe he should have given Castiel a couple of tips about dealing with his brother, as soon as he saw him next.
Sam suddenly shivered. A good kind of shiver-full body. Shot of electricity shooting through him. Want, need, anticipation-like what he used to have with Jess-only different, more primal. He looked discretely around the room, his eyes landing on…Oh, hell no. Staring back at him was Dean's type of girl. Wonderful. He's never been attracted to any girl like the one at the bar and he wasn't about to start now. Where the hell was Dean-oh yeah. The motel. With Cas. Maybe. Where Sam left him. He hoped his brother was straightening out his mess with the angel. Knowing him though, he was probably just making it worse. He tried Dean's cell again. Relief filled him as the call connected. And then he almost wished it hadn't, Dean was pissed.
"It's about damn time and why the fuck are you calling me? Too much trouble to show up?"
"Uh, just wondering if you talked to Castiel."
"Sam? Dammit, thought you were the damn angel. "
And that answered that question, "he still hasn't shown?"
"No! Need him to check on something and he can't even call me! Ass!"
"So, you haven't seen him. At all? Figured you put your foot in it again and he took off."
"What the fuck, Sam? Would I be yelling into the phone at him if he was here or if he'd been here? No! He hasn't!"
"Guess not. Wow. You really pissed him off this time, didn't you?"
"What? I don't need this shit from him and I don't need it from you! I didn't do anything, so shut it."
"Maybe if I called him-."
"What? What the Fuck? When the hell did you get so chummy with him? And how come I didn't know you had his cell number? He on your speed dial? Talk to him a lot, do you?"
Dean was cringing at the words falling out of his mouth. What did he care what Cas and Sammy-. He shut off that thought when his brother huffed and answered.
On his part, Sam was so tempted to hang up on him, because seriously? And Dean was still bitching. He cut him off.
"What is wrong with you? I like him, he's-."
"I'll just bet you do."
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing. Just keep you're freakishly long hands away from -."
"Oh my God, Dean, shut the hell up. My hands are proportionate, dammit."
"Whatever. I'm sick of waiting, so you need to get back here."
"So you can get laid?"
"Sam, this isn't about me, not now. So get back-."
"No."
"No? What the fuck you mean no?"
"Look it up-."
Sam's voice faded into the background as Dean's attention was diverted to the previously silent radio. A high-pitched noise followed by a statewide bulletin storm warning.
"We have just received an all-points bulletin from the national weather station. The current weather conditions in the tri-state area have been upgraded to a level six. All roads have been closed, some utility services have shut down and the police and fire departments are urging all who are inside to stay where you are. And that you keep candles, bottled water, blankets and your loved ones nearby. There is no word indicating how long this storm will persist or if it will worsen, but we will announce new developments as they are reported to us."
Damn. This is not good. Where in the hell was the angel? Shit, Sammy was still talking.
"…Couldn't come back if I tried-."
"Sam. Sam! Shut it! Just heard a weather bulletin. It's bad. You're gonna have to wait it out. You see? I shoulda went with you! No, listen…just try and get ahold of Gabriel. God knows Cas ain't listening. See if he can do anything or if he can at the least find Cas, alright?"
"Dean? What's going on? Doesn't seem all that bad, I think I can get back without having to-."
"God, you're not listening! Just stay where you are-get Gabriel to take you back to the motel or hell, hang out with him at the bar, pick up a chick…whatever, just stay there. And if the damn angel ever graces me with his presence, I'll be there. Do not-I repeat-do not try to drive back! Got it?"
"Ahhh, you're worried about me. I love you too. Oh and don't do anything dumb and try to walk here."
Great. Maybe if he stays silent Sammy'll think the line went out.
"Dean? Dean? You there? I swear if you're hoping I'll hang up, it won't work. I'll just be worried and head back to the motel to make sure you're not-."
"Shut it Samantha. Don't you dare-I'm not at the motel anyway."
Dean closed his eyes; he could hear the huff and the mental gears turning in his brother's head. Fuck. His best option was a quick exit.
"Okay, so, I'll see you-."
"Oh, hell no. You're not getting off that easy. Try to hang up, I'll come and find you. So, wanna tell me why you're not at the motel-wait, you're not at the motel. And you what…took a cab to-to where?"
Dean stilled. His brother's innocent words made him think about just how friggin' easily the angel could get him off. Sam really didn't need to know just how true those words were...he shook his head violently-there was no damn place in his head for thoughts of sex with Castiel...and why was it that it was the angel that popped into his mind instead of some hot girl? Getting back to his brother-If Sammy knew where he'd been heading in the first place, he'd never hear the end of it. He smiled to himself, "the diner. Figured it was close and maybe my rather raunchy waitress friend might want some company." Yeah, maybe he'd buy that.
"The diner? You're at the diner with what's her name? Huh. Must've been wrong. "
"What are you mumbling about?"
"Huh? Nothing! Just thought I saw her here."
"Dammit! She's there? Figures. Shoulda never told her-." He really needed to start being a little more picky with the girls he had sex with. Lately, he'd be scraping the bottom of the barrel, sleeping with whoever looked at him twice. He thought back to earlier that day. He'd had sex with her twice. That was a stretch, even for him. And then there was Cas. First, in the car and then that dream, not to mention how hard he'd gotten when the angel had flown off and how fast he'd come in the shower…and he'd just been thinking about him! Seriously, that was four times in one day! He looked off to the side and bit his lip thinking. Maybe he had some new disease and needing sex all the damn time was one of the symptoms-. Great. Instead of being remembered for saving the world, his gravestone would say 'Dean Winchester. Hot but diseased body buried here because he couldnt keep it in his pants. Real Righteous shit right there. He rolled his eyes, Sammy was still yelling into the phone.
"Dean? Dammit! I know your there! You could at least give me the courtesy of-."
"God, did you talk this much when you were little?"
"I do not talk a lot! You just do not listen, thereby forcing me to repeat everything over and over all because you don't have the decency to pay attention the first time-!"
Dean groaned and mumbled, "it's like the flower story all over again-."
"The what?"
"Nothing." He prayed that Sam hadn't heard him. That was all he needed right now and then Sam groaned.
"Man, she's here."
"She?"
"Yeah, Dean that waitress-the one you…"
As Sam kept talking, his older brother took a relieved breath. Better her there than here. He really had to raise his standards-stop picking from the bottom of the barrel-he sure as hell hadn't been anywhere near that barrel with Cas. Definitely not his norm…in a lot of ways. Cas was-God, he didn't even know. All he did know was whatever it was about Castiel that shut his brain off and made him want-well, it wouldn't happen again. And yeah, Sam was still talking.
"…. And she's looking over and I swear to God, she's giving me the heebie-jeebies! What do you do? Walk into a place, find the skankiest girl around and let your dick point the way? I couldn't be prouder! Ewww, there's sticky shit on this table! I swear to all that's holy that if it's...it's...you know, I will have a stroke right the fuck here! I need to wash my hands. So fucking gross! This is all your fault, dammit! Had to piss off the angel...and who pays? Me! That's who-Oh my God, this stuff on my hands is...I'm...I'm getting nauseous Dean. I think I'm going to throw-."
"Samantha! Jesus! Chill out. You're like those chicks that have their noses three feet in the air. It's a bar. Get laid or something!
"I don't friggin' think so. Believe me, there is no one I would even…not in this bar at any rate-."
"Wait. Just what does that mean. That was definitely not a normal Samantha response. What aren't you telling me? Sounds like there's someone…you meet someone? How in the hell did you meet someone when all you've done is hang out with me and Gabe and the damn angel. "
I…no. I mean-look, I don't even know what's going on with me and….Man, I hope Cas shows soon, I really want-."
Dean frowned, wait. Cas? Hell no.
"Just what is it that you want? Never mind. I don't want to know, not right now. We're going to have a little talk about this thing you have for the angel."
"Look Dean, I'm as surprised as you. There's just something about him that-."
"What? Whatever. Don't care. Just-just call him yourself, maybe he'll show if you call-God knows, he doesn't give a shit when it's me!"
Sam had a feeling they were having two different conversations. And he really needed to pee, so he turned the conversation to Castiel.
"Look, just keep trying to reach Cas and I'll do the same for Gabe."
"Again with the Cas thing? His name's Castiel. Try using it!"
"You don't."
"Yeah…and?"
Wow. Was his older brother being obtuse on purpose? Sad thing about it was Sam was sure he wasn't. He sighed, "Nothing. Just keep calling Cas."
Dean growled, "Just get ahold of one of 'em. Call when you do so I know!"
Dean slammed the phone down on the table and heard a voice directly behind him.
"Hello Dean."
Sam pulled the phone away from his ear just in time to hear the slam of a cell and a dial tone. Clicking the phone off but keeping it at his ear would hopefully keep everyone away from his table. After a few minutes of blessed privacy, he thought back to his brother's attitude. What was his problem with Gabriel? And, for that matter, Castiel. Why did Dean think the angel would show for him if he didn't when Dean called him? And why in God's name was he pissy about Sam using the shortened form of the angel's name-one his own brother had given him? He acted like a three-year-old with a new toy. Mineminemine. The thought of Dean sitting cross legged on the floor holding Castiel behind him and yelling at Sam to get his own angel made Sam laugh. It was like the damn pie. Whoever said you can't have your cake and eat it too…had never met Dean-although, in his case, it was pie. Shit, last week, he'd come home with a whole pie and looked shocked when Sam wanted some. In between mouthfuls, he had told him to go get his own-which he had-and Dean had eaten that one too! It was the same way he had-and apparently, still did-act about Castiel. Very get-your-own kinda thing. Possessive much? And what had possessed the dumb ass to leave the motel and go to the diner instead of here? Maybe he did have a thing for that waitress-sure didn't sound like it when Dean was on the phone. He thought about the storm. Was it that bad? Had to be, otherwise Dean would have told him to pick his ass up, Dean hadn't; he'd been worried and what had he meant about needing Cas to show for different reasons; the way Dean had said it-something along the lines of 'not about me-it's important.' He hated when Dean did that shit. Crap. Dean was right. He did talk a lot.
He sighed; he was going to be here awhile. He really didn't know if he wanted to call for Gabe. He turned into a stammering horn dog every time the damn archangel was around. He looked down at the zipper of his jeans. Wonderful. Just the thought had him twitching. And now he had to pee. Fantastic. Bathroom, then something to warm him up and he'd be damned if his warmth came from anything but a drink. Standing he headed toward the bathroom, his ears registered background noise, someone who sounded like…God, did he have Gabriel on the brain or something? No way was he checking, she was over there. He shivered in distaste, and walked into the men's bathroom. Thank God. It was clean. Dean would laugh his ass over Sam's sensibilities. Wow, he did sound like a girl. He shook his head and took care of his immediate problem, not a little unnerved when he took himself out and found he was…more than a little hard. That had happened when he'd heard that voice. One that sounded like Gabriel's. Jesus.
Gabriel arrived just inside the bar and looked around. Not Sammy's kind of place. Definitely Deano's…except for the same-sex couples enjoying each other-more than a few rather explicitly. Damn. Reminded him of Sodom and Gomorrah in its heyday. Another thing the damn monks got wrong. Dad didn't do the whole pillar of salt thing because of the sex; the whole worshipping false idols and taking the gifts Father had given them and throwing them back in his face...thing. That was the reason. Dad (and how much did Cassy hate when he called their Father that?), Father had said two words when he'd been told of the 'celebrating' among his youngest, and those two words? Take Castiel. Hid dad might work in mysterious ways but he known exactly what would happen when their youngest witnessed the debacle. Castiel had wasted no time. He'd strode forward, separating those who were flaunting their sexuality, committing fornication on false idols-then blasting all objects that he considered an affront to Father; growling about disloyalty, disrespect, faithlessness; taking Father's gifts and grounding them beneath their feet. Cassy'd been pissed. The boy was definitely a force to be reckoned with.
He shook his head. Okay-back to the scenery. Damn. No shame happening in here: some were rubbing against each other held up by a wall at their back. Others were more daring; clothes and zippers tugged down to make room for fingers and hands curled into fists; mouths opened and eyes closed as they clenched and thrust against the other. He turned away, not in the least interested in watching when Sammy was around. He'd love to find his hottie and show these people just how hot voyeurism could be. Teach 'em a thing or two in the process. What he now saw made him grin. Ahh, nostalgia. The dance floor-he couldn't tell where one body ended and another began. At least they were all dressed-looked like the beginning of an orgy, (and Gabriel, he knew his orgies-hell, he'd invented them, along with a few other little tidbits.) Right now, it was still early, but they were touching, tasting, groaning, wanting. And then an image-grinding against Sammy, hearing those little sounds, ramping it up until his tight ass begged for more. He'd slam him against one of those walls and then… well, the scene before him would seem like awkward teen sex in the back of daddy's car compared to what he planned to do. He knew Sam had a public sex kink; he just didn't know if Sammy knew himself. If things went according to plan, he would by the time the night was over. Maybe angel-up a little image of him and Sam, something these yahoo's could watch-there was no way in hell he was letting them see how hot the real thing was going to be. Rubbing his hands together to calm himself, he took one last look around the room. And remembered what Castiel had said about Deano's views on guy/guy. He bet his wings Sammy's brother wouldn't have a problem watching the girls. But guy on guy? Apparently, Dean was a homophobic jerk. Whatever. Maybe with luck, Cassy'd keep him occupied. His little bro could bitch with the best of 'em. He'd could give Sammy a run in that department.
Regardless, he wanted to get his hands all over the human and big bro would not be happy. Good. Either Cassy kept him busy or He'd have to find a way to send Deano on his way. No biggie considering the eldest's history. If he followed his own script, he'd arrive, hang out and have a few beers, pick tonights 'friend' and leave. And if Dean deviated from the norm? Gabriel would help his exit along. At least the patrons didn't share that view. Humans rocked…and one in particular, now just where was he? Oh, yes, there was his little hottie. On the phone with….Dean. Okay, was on the phone with Dean, only a dial tone. He watched as Sam looked at his phone, darted his eyes quickly around and put the phone back to his ear-who was he talking to now….Gabriel grinned. Sammykins was pretending to talk to someone so he wouldn't be bothered, but was it someone specific or…the question was answered when Sam turned slightly and Gabriel's eyes followed the human's. He made eye contact with a little thing at the bar and quickly glanced back down. The archangel turned his brown eyes back to the girl, growling at the way the girl licked her lips as she stared across the room at Sam. Fuck that. He considered teaching her a lesson, but couldn't really blame her for wanting him. However, he would not allow her to ogle his human. Gabriel stopped suddenly at his possessive thoughts. What was with him lately? He didn't do possessive. He was all about sharing the love. He wouldn't share Sammy. And the girl wasn't worth his time. He could feel the hunter's body temperature, cold. Time to warm him up. He'd start with a couple drinks. Making his way to the bar and completely ignoring the girl, he ordered…
"Hey my man! How's it going? Can I get a couple of Passionne En Chocolat De Gabrielle's?"
Dean jerked around in his chair and jumped up, grabbing the angel's trench coat and pushing him into the wall furthest from the kitchen door. A grunt from the angel was the only response Dean received at the assault. It just pissed the hunter off.
"What the fuck, Cas? I yell for hours and I get nothing! Sam calls you once and you jump?"
"Let go of me, Dean."
"No."
"I do not understand what Samuel has to do with-."
"No? When did you two get so-so…?"
"So what, Dean? You are not making sense and I grow tired of your-."
"Yeah! I know! Got that! What was today? Rehearsal before the big performance?"
Dean was getting more and more pissed and he wasn't sure why. If anything it gave him his out, right? He wouldn't have to chick the moment and explain about sex and getting off. Besides did it matter who got Cas here just as long as he'd shown?
"What the fuck, Cas! I have been calling you all damn night!"
Apparently it did. Fucking angel, man. Dean's eyes darted back up to Castiel's when he glanced down; away from the hunter's focus. And that pissed Dean off more. He pushed the angel further and bit out the words.
"Goddammit! Look at me! Never had a problem with it before! What aren't you telling me? You know what? I don't care! You just better have a damn good excuse for not showing when I called-."
Castiel suddenly growled, spun them both around and the hunter found himself slammed into the same wall, hard. His breath whooshed out of him as he hit the surface.
"That fucking hurt! What the hell is-?"
His words were cut off when Castiel pushed against him and hissed into his ear.
"Better have an excuse? What am I hiding? I am hiding nothing, unlike you. No! You will be silent! I better have an excuse? Is that what you said? How dare you speak to me in this way! As much as you think the entirety of my being revolves around you and your demands, it does not! I do not! I have other duties and other…beings that require attention! You answer me this! Were you in danger at any time since I watched you walk into your motel room this afternoon?"
Dean swallowed as the angel shifted stepped back, pulled Dean forwards before shoving him back into the wall. Castiel's words ran through his head. He'd seen him go back inside? Which means he'd been watching him. Had he seen him as he-?
"DO NOT IGNORE MY PRESENCE! Look at me!"
Dean's eyes snapped to blazing blue eyes. Shit. He was pissed. He really had to learn to keep his mouth shut. Cas could be scary when he wanted…what did he want? He's pretty sure he's asked him a question, but those eyes and-.
"Answer me! Now!"
Dean was having a really hard time remembering the question. Hell, he wasn't sure he could remember his own name. There was nothing but blue eyes and hot lips and fuck-hair. So really, it was the angel's fault he couldn't remember the damn question. And then he was pulled in more and his whole body reacted. Oh God. He was getting hard. He licked his own suddenly-dry lips, unable to stop staring at the angel. Cas seemed to be everywhere. Those damn eyes-he could drown in them; the hot breath against his neck-and when the hell had that spot become so sensitive-plenty of girls had touched him there and nothing…sure as hell wasn't nothing now; definitely a something. Castiel straightened and Dean bit back a moan, the action bringing Castiel closer to the hunter; his breath hitting right below his ear, his body pressing into his own, the angel's hands gripping where arm met shoulder. He couldn't look away, but he could feel how close Cas' hand was to the….A thought came to him. Earlier in the shower, he'd touched the print and almost came…and then he'd wondered if it would feel better if it was the angel sliding his own hand down, molding his fingers onto the print. He forced his eyes to the left and swallowed a deep groan. Castiel's hand was rightthefuckthere! He wanted to know; needed to know- he was suddenly fucking desperate to know –God, he could come just from the thought; the anticipation-he stilled. What the hell was wrong with him? He tried to push the angel away and spoke the words low, deep, deeper than he'd ever heard his own voice, with no heat behind them.
"Get offa me-."
It just brought the angel closer, pressing deeper and then he heard the deep growl and with every word Castiel said, he pressed harder, gripped tighter, breath hotter until Dean couldn't think straight. Couldn't follow the conversation. , Cas must've been speaking… heaven-ish. It was the only thing that made sense. But, wait. He recognized a few words…great, apparently the one damn brain cell he still had decided to up and leave on vacation-. Cas was talking, yelling really, but low and deep, voice sounding fucked out and he really, really wanted to find out if the angel would sound like this just after a round of hot, sweaty, rough sex with the hunter-.
"Do you have nothing to say? No reason for your behavior? Then I will answer for you! No! You were not in danger-you think I am your dog? At your beck and call whenever you desire my presence!"
Dean swallowed. Desire. Fuck yeah, he desired. His desire was to have Castiel shove him down onto one of those tables and make the hunter scream. For hours. He had no doubt Cas could do it. God, he was turned on…hell, he was past turned on, he wanted-shit, Cas had asked-demanded something-. How was he supposed to think when he was going all Angel-of-the-Lord on his ass-and why did that make Dean so hard he couldn't think straight? There was no way he had a Dom/Sub kink. And if he did, he was the dominating one, dammit. He was the one in charge, always in charge. Always in control. But, fuck, Cas? Like this, all demanding-God, it was so hot. He was so hot. He tried to concentrate on the words….His beck and call-yeah, that was it.
"N-no. I don't…" his voice cut off abruptly as he was slammed once again into the wall and oh, God. His cock jerked violently against the angel's groin. Castiel gasped as he felt himself getting hard. His anger turned into hot need and he groaned as his own hips thrust forward into Dean's. Father. And then he looked deep into Dean's eyes and saw-past the need and want-he saw confusion and possibly panic-he forced himself to pull away-.
"No! Not now!"
Dean felt the angel try to step back. No. He needed him closer, not further away. His hands suddenly snaked around the angel and pulled him closer, tighter; until there was nothing between them. And he finally breathed when he felt him give in and grind against the hunter. Dean tightened his hold and then he lost all train of thought when it happened; Castiel's hand pressed on the print and the hunter groaned loudly, throwing his head back into the wall. Electric shot through him as he lost the ability to breathe. The groan turned into gasping and then he felt Castiel throb and pulse and himself jerk through their pants. That was it. He had a feeling he was going to die if Cas didn't-.
"Tell me, Dean. What do you want…?"
Panting, he pulled the angel into his neck and whispered huskily.
"Cas. Jesus…more…need you to…press-."
Castiel closed his eyes at Dean's low growl. The sound turned the angel to jelly and whatever Dean wanted, Castiel would give. He looked into Dean's eyes and he shivered. The look he was giving Castiel-he could no longer remember why he'd been so angry with his charge. Dean was falling apart in his arms and he was beautiful. The way he was trembling with need, his desperation and it was because of the angel. Castiel couldn't get enough; he wanted so much more. He wanted to experience all of Dean; taste and touch and hear him moan, feel Dean touching him-all of him. He moaned as he licked and bit and tasted the hunter's neck, hands sliding down his lower arms; the hunter desperately speaking.
"N-no-Cas, please, fucking the print-want you to-."
Castiel smiled. He hadn't had Gabriel for his guardian for most of his existence without picking up a few things. Now, he was glad. He knew if he backed off Dean would backtrack, ignore what had happened. At least Dean would remember this. He would make sure of that. He pressed harder into Dean, loving how Dean seemed to want him closer, want more of him, all of him; He grinded against the hunter as he licked into Dean's ear and whispered.
"I want you to remember this; the next time you are with another, I want you to remember the way I made you feel; I wonder, what is it you need, hmmm? My hand on you", Castiel slid his hand between their bodies and rubbed Dean until he was hard and straining against the zipper. He realized he didn't have to do much, the hunter was already so very hard. He smiled as he watched Dean lick his lips and moan, shifting his hips into the angel's hand, "is that what you want…or perhaps my mouth on you", Castiel swallowed a moan when the hunter grabbed Castiel's ass and grinding against him mindlessly mumbling.
"Yes. Oh God, yes….makin' me crazy…killin' me angel…"
Dean was lost to what the angel was doing. Couldn't think, didn't even know what he was saying; all he could do was feel. And Christ, he was feeling all of it. All of him. He didn't want it to stop. He knew Talia and Brendan could walk out any second and he needed to stop this, but God, he just couldn't find it in him to care. Cas was everywhere; his voice, the feel of his skin over his clothes-Dean wanted 'em off; no time. Why hadn't he stayed at the damn motel? What he wanted was-his hips stuttered at the images and words just poured out of him.
"Angel God, fucking want you. The motel. Mojo us back to the motel, please." Dean didn't wait for an answer as those long slender fingers twisted and stroked, flicked at the head of his hard cock. He could feel the stain soaking through his jeans. He was sure he was talking still, hell, more like moaning non-stop, grabbing and touching at anything within reach, but he couldn't get close enough; wanted to touch and feel and do to the angel what Cas was doing to him; turn him into a stuttering mess-and then Castiel spoke again.
"So you can change your mind? No. Shhh. Listen. Does my hand feel good? Or do you want more? Do you want me to drop to my knees, unzip your jeans with my teeth, mouth you through your boxers and then take you out and swallow you down? Perhaps, perhaps not, do you want to know what I'm going to do hunter? Give you what you want. I know what you want. I always know what you want. I can see it in your soul, your eyes. Something no other has ever given you, and only I can give this to you, only I can make you scream my name as you come just from a touch."
Dean's eyes fluttered closed involuntarily at the words-. "
"Look at me, Dean. Open your eyes. Now! I need to see your eyes, hunter."
Dean did another full body shiver as he opened his eyes and the angel was…
Cas-Jesus-you're…-I need-."
"I know what you need. I will tell you exactly what it is that you need. I think I will slowly slide my fingertips up your hand to your forearm and higher… higher until it's right over my mark. The one no other being has; the one that I gave you, the print of my hand that shows just who saved you. And do you know who that is Dean? Hmmm?"
Dean groaned, God. The possession and the growl and the…fuck, all of it. He could already feel Cas' fingertips hovering over it and all he'd done was talk. He'd never been this fucking gone, this turned on; desperate. Urgently needing this so bad-.
"I think it's time, hunter. Unless you want me to stop-."
Dean grabbed Castiel's head, and groaned loudly, "No! Now, Cas. Now!"
Castiel looked into Dean's eyes as he whispered, 'don't close your eyes hunter, keep them on me. Do you understand?"
"Fuck. Yeah…Couldn't look away if I wanted to. Damn blue eyes."
Castiel smiled and moaned himself when Dean leaned forward and licked across his lips. He slid his tongue into Dean's mouth as his fingertips moved up the hunter's palm to his wrist. By the time he got halfway up Dean's forearm, the hunter was pulling back slightly, until they were forehead to forehead, the human's eyes blown with lust and anticipation, a litany of Castiel's name falling from his mouth, unable to figure out if the touch would short circuit every cell in his body. And still, Castiel slid his fingers higher, higher until he was just below the bottom of his mark. Dean's eyes had closed and he waited. He didn't wait long. They snapped open and just as they did, the angel focused on Dean and he pressed down fully on the print. The hunter's reaction was instantaneous. His whole body seized and he forced Castiel's mouth open and shoved his tongue inside. He'd lost any control he had managed to hold on to. As he pillaged the angel's mouth, he ground their cocks together, grabbing Castiel's ass to bring him closer, for more friction, he wanted to rip the pants off the angel and really feel him-and then in his desperation, his fingers slid against the seam of Castiel's pants, unaware that his other hand was grabbing beneath the heavenly being's shoulder blade.
It was Castiel's turn to seize in shock; in need and…Oh Father, his wing…Dean was gripping the bone of his top set of wings. No would had ever-he desperately thrust against Dean, his own need barreled through him-he pulled Dean's hair hard, latched onto his neck and bit down, just as he lifted his hand and then slammed it down on the print and added just a bit of grace, turning the touch of his hand into a tongue licking up the print. Dean felt the tongue on his bare arm and he screamed Castiel's name as he came, harder than he ever had; unknowingly squeezing harder on his guardian's wing bone. Castiel growled into Dean's neck, held tightly to him and came. He swore he saw white and his vision blurred, but Dean had been equally affected and the angel would hold up his charge if he was needed. He also believed their closeness was coming to an end. Dean would revert back to anger and blame, shaming the angel once again. He would deal with that when it happened, but for now, he wrapped himself around the hunter and they held each other tight as they throbbed and pulsed until it was over and they were drained, barely able to stand. Castiel looked into Dean's eyes, holding him up until he could stand on his own. He flicked his hand and they were both clean. Dean looked into his eyes and smiled, "thanks angel."
"My pleasure, Dean. Entirely my pleasure."
Dean laughed, ran his lips over Castiel's and whispered, "Entirely? I don't think so, angel. I'm not even sure I can walk at this point."
"Then I shall hold you up for as long as you are in need."
"Angel, think I'm in need again-you gonna take care of it?"
Castiel leaned in, licked up Dean's neck and whispered, "anytime, hunter. Anywhere."
"God. That was just hot-."
"Dean! Pie's done! Brendan wanted to know if he could have-Oh. Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt-."
Castiel found himself pushed away as Dean cleared his throat and spoke as he walked over to the woman and away from the angel.
"Nothing to interrupt. Just a friend, acquaintance really."
Castiel just stared at him, but Dean refused to even look his way. Why? Why did he do this to him? Why did the angel do this to himself? The thunder outside crackled and the angel grabbed onto the edge of the counter. He felt as he had earlier in the motel room. A bit shaky, but he assumed this was due to their previous activity. He began to vanish when he realized he did not know why the hunter had called for him in the first place. Whatever it was, he believed it directly concerned the woman and her sibling. The storm surged angrily around them, the windows shaking. The angel's head snapped up and he shifted slightly so the counter was against his back and gripped the sides tightly, closing his eyes to get his bearings.
Gabriel repeated his request for his drink order.
The bartender looked confused. The archangel rolled his eyes.
"Couple of hot chocolates with a shot of whiskey."
"Hot chocolate? This is a bar, not a damn diner."
Gabriel would keep his cool. The man turned his attention back to the girl as she talked. Gabriel listened. If she was talking about his boy, he would make the time to teach her a lesson.
"So, anyways Jack, you shoulda seen him earlier, fucking hot and all over me. Couldn't get enough."
"You're drunk, Theresa. Boss ain't gonna like it. "
"Whatever . What's big sis gonna do? Throw me out into the storm? Sure she's more focused on Talia and Brendan and mommy and daddy than little ole me. Besides, I'll be outta my precious family's hair as soon as he gets here."
"Let me guess, he's passing through. Wants you more than anything he's ever wanted and wants to take you away from all this."
"Not in so many words, but I can tell."
"Yeah, sure. Just like the last four guys. And you never saw them again. You do this shit every time someone passes through. Fuck'em at the first sign of interest, then they leave and poof! They're gone. If you think this one's gonna be different, you're full of it."
"Maybe, but he came back to the diner a couple hours later, took him into the back room. Almost had his pants off and some weird dude just showed up. Shouda seen how flustered and then pissed my boy got at him. Think the other one was queer or something. Looked all upset like I was taking away his toy. He had it wrong, though. That boy-the one I fucked? He's my ticket out of this shithole; he just doesn't know it yet."
"You're a poisonous little thing, aren't you?"
She hadn't even heard him. Someone else had.
"How many times do I have to tell you to keep your ignorant stupidity and ugly attitude outta my place? God, and to think you're my sister! You're aware of the fact that our family might be hurt-have you even tried calling Talia or mom and dad?"
"Why the hell would I? Anytime I need something where are they? Can't even get our mom to gimme my share-with my luck, she'll hang around for years."
The woman behind the bar turned white and before the archangel was even aware; he heard a loud slap and watched as a deep red handprint appeared on the stupid girl's face.
"What the fuck, Chelsea. What's your fucking problem?"
The owner stepped around the bar, smiled at Gabriel and stood behind the 'girl', whispering.
"You. You're my problem. Always have been. God, you're like demon spawn. You're an opportunistic bitch who's too lazy to do anything for yourself except spread your legs and the high opinion you have of yourself? Here's a riddle for you. What does your self image of 'they all want me' and you're supposed knights you keep waiting for have in common? No answer?Well, I have your answer: They're both figments of your imagination."
"How dare you. I will have you know that my newest boy will be here soon and then I'll leave and never look back. At any of you!"
"I almost hope you're right this time! You're a spoilt child that deserves nothing and cares for no one but yourself. Do you even care that mom's…never mind, I already know the answer, you selfish bitch! And do you really think some guy who took what you so freely give out is going to brave the storm for you?"
"You know what your problem is? You're jealous! I can have anyone I want and all you have is this bar and your fucking degree; your career. And that hot boy of yours-'s no wonder he cheated-."
"You really think you're telling me something I didn't already know? I've known every single time, maybe you should go to him, you deserve each other! And you're pissed that I'm getting on with my life, having Talia take over for me when I Ieave and you're stuck here with nothing."
"Joke's on you. My boy is coming and I'll be gone by tomorrow."
Gabriel was enjoying this. He grinned when the bar owner snorted and rolled her eyes.
"Like I haven't heard that one before. You think some guy you just met is going to show up here in this? Can't wait to see this one. Like I said, your knight? He's either the stupidest man ever born or a figment of your imagination. I'm betting on the second. No guy is that stupid."
Chelsea turned to Gabriel and heard Theresa mumbling about her bitch of a big sister and how much like their mommy she is-she never finished because Chelsea spun back around, twisted her sisters arm behind her back and hissed.
"You ever talk about mom like that again or even speak of her or anyone else in my family, I swear to God, I will take you in the back and beat you half to death. And then leave you out there with the other parasites and garbage. Oh and Jack? You talk to one of my customers like you talked to…" she turned to Gabriel with a smile. He smiled back, took her hand and kissed it and then spoke.
"Gabriel, milady and you are indeed a breath of fresh air in a world of", he nodded towards the other two, "diseased pollution."
She blushed lightly and curtsied, "thank you kind sir, it is appreciated", she nodded towards the other girl, "I think my mom and dad found her at the city dump-only mistake they ever made. Ungrateful spoiled child. Now, I believe you requested two Passionne En Chocolat De Gabrielle's?"
"I think I'm in love, milady."
"That is entirely possible, but much to my own chagrin, it is not me who has your attentions."
"That obvious?"
"I've been doing this for a while. But even if I hadn't, I know that look. Happy but puzzled. I suspect it has been awhile since you were interested in monogamy. "
Gabriel arched an eyebrow, "are you calling me a manwhore?"
"Am I right?"
"Until recently, yep."
"I thought so. And I think you have it bad for a man, and you would do anything for him. Good ones are always taken. Any more at home like you?"
"No, Dad broke the mold when he made me…" Gabriel suddenly had an idea, "I do have a little brother, bit more serious, but…"
"Thank you, but my broken heart must mend before I am able to love again."
She smiled at him and turned back to Jack, "unless you want to be out of a job, you get his order and you keep him and whoever joins him at his table in drinks and food, on the house. Understand?"
"You are too good to be true. Your actions can only be repaid in one way; my little bro is yours to do with what you want."
"And does he have any say in regard to your offer?"
"Nope. None. Nada."
I see. I believe I must refuse. I would however enjoy meeting him, see if you 'broke the mold' as you previously mentioned."
"You sound like my bro, regular dictionary. I'll see what I can do."
She took his hand, leaned in and kissed his cheek. He smiled, "What was that for?"
"For being so sweet and charming and faithful to someone who you've only known for a short time. It's nice. Especially considering you are very experienced with both sexes, intimately. And that has been your 'motus operandi' for a long time, am I correct? "
She smiled as he shook his head agreeing with her.
"You have found someone special. It takes a lot to change your nature. He must be very special indeed."
"He is. But how-oh, you found yours."
"No. Don't think it's in the cards for me, I just know the look. I have an eye for these things. I can tell with one look whether someone is in love, wants to be in love, is unaware that they are in love or wants nothing more than the next quick-you get the idea."
"Okay, so what about me."
"Are you sure you want to hear it? You might not like what you hear. Most people become upset with me. I think, because I hit a little too close to home."
Gabriel grinned, "Go for it, sweet lady."
She smiled as he quickly looked around the room, searching.
"I will make this quick, since you are impatient to find him. You are confident, you bear yourself with grace-(Gabriel had to agree with that)-you are very sexually open to all possibilities and up until now, have not cared what others think of you. You are very capable of causing pain to those who incur your wrath, but those who have your favor are protected. Loved and never worry you will throw them away or hurt them consciously. You have a remarkable love for your father and your brothers and a kind heart, although you tend to keep it hidden beneath jokes and sarcasm and for the piece De Resistance…you have quite a sweet tooth. You can close your mouth now, Gabriel. How did I do?"
Gabriel slammed his mouth shut.
"Milady, I bow to you. Your talents are wasted here and If I didn't have-well, I would find a new land in need of a Queen and rule with you, side by side."
She laughed. "Oh, you're a charmer. Just my luck you fall hard just before our first meeting. Now, no more questions, girl's gotta have a few secrets, now go. I'll send your drinks to your table-as soon as you find it. "
Gabriel grinned and bowed once more. She shook her head at his antics, and wondered if his brother was as charming as he was. She would have to wait and see, he returned the kiss she had given him and swirled around in a circle. Laughing at his theatrics, she headed into the kitchen and started prepping for the night to come. She had a feeling his table was going to be a very lively one.
The archangel watched her walk away. He definitely liked her. She'd be perfect for Cassy. He turned and looked toward the table where Sam…wasn't. Where the hell did he go? If he'd gotten involved with someone in the back, Sam would have one pissed-off angel on his hands.
Dean pushed Cas away and gave her his Dean Winchester smile when Talia came rushing from the kitchen. Something about pie. It had happened again! Not Gay. Notgay. NOTGAY! He'd never even looked at another guy-okay, Dr. Sexy and maybe that guy from that lame ass movie 'Stonehenge Apocalypse', and Hugh Jackman-because really…who didn't have a thing for him? It was Wolverine for God sakes, total badass. But Cas? No way. And now she probably thought-Just Fuckin' Great.
"Nothing to interrupt. Just a friend, acquaintance really."
He cringed inwardly. Even he felt Castiel shrink back at the vicious words. He didn't like himself very much right now, but what else was new. Nothing he could do about that. He walked to the table Talia had put the pie at and sat down giving a thumbs up to Brendan when he walked into the room from the kitchen.
"So, dude; what kind did your big sis make me?"
"Apple Crumb."
Dean frowned, he loved Apple Crumb, so why wasn't he drooling over it…, "Want some kid?"
The boy grinned, "thought you'd never ask-."
"Homework first-go grab your books."
He grumbled but walked away. Dean saw movement. Castiel. Leaning against the counter. As Dean watched, the thunder cracked loudly and the angel's head snapped up toward the sound. He shifted and his hands slipped behind him, holding onto the counter. Looking at Cas' face, he was pale and his hands were white-another crack of thunder and blue eyes shot to the hunter's. He looked terrified. Dean was up and standing in Castiel's space before he knew it.
"Cas?"
"What do you want, Dean?"
"Just…is something wrong?"
"Why would there be? And if there was, I wouldn't wish to interrupt you-."
"Cas, look I'm-."
"No. Don't. I would request we not speak of past events, I understand your regret and it will not happen again. Acquaintances have no need for personal emotions. At least that is something I learned from you.
"C'mon, you know-."
Castiel held a hand up to stop Dean from speaking and continued when Dean closed his mouth.
"I initially came here because of your request, one I am still not aware of. I sense your reasons have changed since you arrived here. It has to do with the boy and the woman, does it not?"
Dean didn't like this Cas at all. Reminded him of…actually Cas had never acted like this before. Not to him, anyway. His eyes were looking towards Talia. His body-vessel was tense, straight. His voice emotionless-like the other angels. He didn't like it at all.
"Cas? What's going on with you?"
"I do not understand what you mean. It is not of import. I don't wish to make you uncomfortable, so if you would request the woman join me so that I may be of assistance and then I will take my leave."
"Cas, man. Stop it."
"I do not understand. That is what I am doing. Stopping. I am new to-and I knew you would not behave without remorse after what happened between us, but I was unaware that I am simply a being that does not deserve your respect-."
"Cas-No! That's not-."
"Please. I apologize for thinking there was more to this…acquaintanceship. I was wrong. I don't wish to detain you any longer, so please ask her to join me at the furthest booth, unless that is not enough distance-."
"Goddammit! You're not listening."
"Yes, Dean. You have said the same words, acted towards me in the same way and I was blind to it. I will not make that mistake again. I do understand and I will attempt to communicate with Samuel-."
"What does Sammy have to do with…Oh, I see. Fine, whatever. Do what you want."
"I truly wish I could. Enjoy your pie."
Castiel turned and walked away, never looking back as he gracefully sat in the furthest booth; facing away from the hunter. And just what had he meant by that? For some reason, the look on his face, the tone of his voice, his words and body language….Just what the hell was going on with him? Dean didn't like it. Not at all. He wasn't stupid, this was his fault. Didn't matter. Better now than later. But, Jesus, the way it seemed to make Cas' shoulders drop and then he remembered about Sammy. He had to fight the instinct to slam him into a wall and yell at him until he'd forgotten all about anything but his own damn charge. He was brought out of his thoughts by Brendan looking up at him, a question in his eyes. He shrugged and followed the boy back to the table where Talia quickly glanced down. Apparently, she'd witnessed the…conversation. He sighed, and with a last glance over to the angel, he sat down and began asking Talia about her parents, but was silenced with a look as she shooed her brother into the kitchen for a glass of water for the man in the trenchcoat.
"He's the one, isn't he?"
"What? No! What the hell? Told you. Just a guy I know. Nothing special."
"Hmmm, what I walked in on…didn't look like 'nothing special'."
"Well, you're wrong because that's all he is."
Movement in Dean's peripheral vision got his attention and he looked towards the back booth. Castiel was looking at him, his face was pale and his eyes…and then the angel shook his head and turned away.
He'd done it again. He closed his eyes.
"Y'know, I thought you were a good guy and I guess you still are, but what you're doing? What are you going to do if you wake up one day and he's gone? "
The thought made his stomach drop and the hateful words spilled out of his mouth without his knowledge, "yeah, like good things ever happen to me."
Talia sucked in a breath at the man's reply and leaned in, "you really are a first rate bastard."
As she pushed out of the booth and headed towards the angel, he agreed.
Yeah, he was a first rate bastard.
There you have it. Not much progress, but with luck we will get the four to the bar. Please forgive any mistakes in the last part. Major chest pains, but I wanted to get this posted. Promise there's going to be sex for Sabriel, some Destiel sexiness and lots of angst and jealousy on the part of our boys. Some balthazar also. Have a great night and please let me know what your thought. If y'all think Dean is being out of character, please tell me how, so I can fix it. Love Always...;)