"Hey, yeah my name is John Tressler and my son went missing last night and well I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on his phone?" Dean held the phone up to his ear as he drove, "Yeah, I'm not actually at a computer at the moment, but if you could just tell me the- Yeah. Yeah the security code is 246532. Yeah. Thank you." the phone snapped shut and Dean returned his focus to the road.
"Jesus Sammy what've you gotten into?" He glared at the pavement, clutching the wheel fiercely.
Dean pulled up to an old building, nervous. What was Sammy doing here? He pulled his gun from the back of his belt, cautiously walking up to the door. What he found inside was really off putting... Instead of the same run-down and broken atmosphere he'd been expecting, there was a lush room set out. Red silks, comfy chairs, a food spread that- Okay... Dean couldn't help himself from picking a chocolate piece off the platter. Across the room, there was a tall screen with beautiful patterns painted on it. Dean rounded it, staring at a sight that left him wide mouthed.
Sammy was lying within red sheets that covered his, most likely nude, body. Tucked into his side was Gabriel, the angel who put them into this entire mess. Dean tried vainly to wrap his head around the situation and found himself shaking his head. He tucked the gun back into his pants before coughing nervously. Sam jolted awake, rousing Gabriel in the process. Both stared at Dean, Gabriel grinning and Sam... well... speechless.
"D-Dean... this is... umm..."
"We fucked." Gabriel stated, a rather happy blunt tone.
Dean just stood there, blinking for a bit. "Umm... Sammy?"
"Look, I- we- we were talking and then... well, one thing led to another and... Dean, I-"
"Hey, if you wanna go sticking your parts into angels that's your own call." Dean started, rubbing his hand over his face nervously, "Just tell me that you're okay before I hunt you down man. Jeez..."
"I-I'm sorry, but I said I was fine."
"You were cryptic! I thought maybe you were being held by Gabriel against your will or something... but I guess it wasn't exactly against anyone's will." Dean looked the grinning angel up and down, "Seriously Sam? Gabriel?"
Gabriel glared, "What about you and Cassie then Deano?"
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, returning Gabriel's cold gaze.
"Wow..." he cocked his head back, smiling with disbelief, "You really are stupid."
Sam held his hand out defensively, "Gabriel-"
"You just shut up you son of a bitch!" Dean barked, reaching behind his back for his gun once more.
Gabriel just continued arrogantly, "You honestly don't know he's got the angel hots for you? I mean C'MON! He's practically latched himself to your ass, and you haven't taken the hint?"
The brothers were silent as Gabriel mocked, "I feel bad for the guy honestly. Why do you think I even set up that stupid test?"
"Because you're a sick bastard that likes to play with people."
Gabriel just shook his head, "I wanted Sam, and Cas wanted you. However, that thick skull of yours can't tell what it wants!"
"You're making this up."
"Ask him." Gabriel smiled sadistically, "In fact, I'll give you a free ride over."
Before Sam or Dean had tie to protest, Gabriel snapped his fingers, shipping Dean back to the crummy little motel where Cas was lying in bed obediently.