Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural but it would be fun to though.

Warning: Wincest! Sam/Dean/Cas. Angel Love. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Lots and lots of schmoop and some angst as well in most of these story chapters. Gabriel does join their bed sexually and in love with them in later chapter, after the Christmas one in fact.

Plot: Sam has his first vision and it involves Bobby. They had to tell Bobby about their new statuses anyway, this is a good time to do it. Gabriel even made an appearance; he keeps sneaking into my stories and won't stop doing it. I think he has his own ideas for it, don't tell him I suspect this yet, I am still working on this theory. If he manages to do this two more times, I will have proved my theory.

Please read on, Gabriel and Winchester Sandwiches compel you!

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The meal was a simple one. Salad and chicken, hamburger and fries for Dean, and Cas shared Dean's burger and Sam's salad, he liked both dishes. Everything was great until Sam's eyes began to glow and his skin shimmered like it had before. He sat still like a statue and put out a hand for some paper. Dean handed him the Prophetic journal they had bought him earlier that week, to save his vision details in for easier remembrance later.

'The beast is waiting pacing behind the mirrored walls, strong and unbreakable, solid and unforgiving walls. The bright one had sent him here eons ago and took his amulet, his power source, to weaken him. He had been trying to sense it for eons now with no luck. He pounds on his walls and they shake but do not break. A voice comes from above him, from his own circle of hell. "Monster of Mirrors, I have a job for you. You do it, I will get you your amulet back." The voice chuckles playfully and the monster growls trying to find its source. The monster wonders how the voice will help it when it has not been able to do it itself after all this time and it had really been trying. It had once been human, a witch who had sold its soul to Lucifer himself, swore to obey him and to carry souls to him. It had been devoted to him. It would use mirrors to pull the souls through to Hell, the place it called Home and to the Angel it called Master. Eventually its skin hardened and its form changed as Lucifer infused it with his power as a reward for each soul it brought him. It had obtained power but had lost itself in the process, no longer human and no longer witch, now all monster, now all Lucifer's faithful servant. Michael had locked it up here and made the walls reflective, like the mirrors it had used to carry souls through so that it could see just how horribly it had changed and how horrific and monstrous it was now. '

'The voice calls again, "Monster of Mirrors, will you let me help you? Will you serve me now? I will restore you if you do." The monster roars a horrible "Yes!" and the mirror in front of it shimmers, seems to liquify but hold to its frame. "Go, the man has your amulet. Kill him for me, and you will be free to serve me forever." The monster goes through the mirror and finds itself in a room, with a desk and a window seat, shelves full of books line the walls, whiskey and dust float in the air, the scent of the man is close. He is nearby. The monster follows the scent to the kitchen. There are pans and furniture here. The man is looking in the box with the door open, bottles rattling against the other, glass against glass clanking together.'

'The monster approaches the red-headed man and snarls, the man stands before it and screams in pain as he is ripped to pieces, the answers the monster seeks are in his head for him to get later. The man lay dead on the floor but the monster looks into his dying mind, he sees his amulet and where the man has hidden it. A box with a symbol on it locked with a human made lock. It finds the box and opens it, putting it on, returning to a humanoid form again, Zaphiel, is reborn and now will reap the World, open the cage that holds him.'

Sam came out of his trance now and lost his glow soon after. He wrote down the vision detail for detail and let the others see it. Their eyes got wide because they knew where the man was and who he was.

The Monster of Mirrors was going after Bobby and they had to go save him right now!

They grabbed a hold of Cas and he took them to Bobby's study immediately. They ran for Bobby and threw him at Cas, shouting for him to get the man out of there. Cas looked worried but vanished with the confused man. The beast looked around in confusion, where was the man he had sensed earlier, his scent was nowhere now. The boys took advantage of its confusion, driving their blades into it and letting their souls join with the blades, lending them their souls' power, the beast roared one more time before shattering into tiny pieces, shiny mirror pieces showering around them, so fine they were almost dust.

They cleaned up the pieces and put them into a hex box. They locked it and placed Enochian symbols around it and over the lock. This would hold the shards' Evil in and keep anyone from opening it ever again.

"Cas, please bring him back now." Dean prayed and Cas appeared nose to nose with him with a very confused Bobby in one arm. Dean took advantage of Cas's personal space issue to lay a kiss on his lover's lips and to smile at him. Cas kissed him back and smiled, too. "Thank you, Cas baby."

"No problem." Cas said, letting go of Bobby to hug Dean and Bobby smiled. They were happy together and no one was hurt from the battle. His study rug was covered with fine particles of glass and someone had covered the mirror in the corner with a tarp. He turned to them and asked, "What the hell just happened here?"

They all looked at each other and shrugged. He had the right to know. He may be a help to them later. They would keep him safe.

"Sit down, Bobby. We have some stuff to tell you." Sam smiled gently, "You will want to sit down for them."

"Can I see those fancy daggers of yours if I do?" Bobby said eyeing the daggers happily. They were so interesting he just had to see them for himself. They handed them over and he examined them with great interest.

"These are amazing weapons. Where did you get them?" Bobby asked sitting behind the desk like they had asked him to.

"They're Celestial daggers, forged by God himself, engraved and infused with part of his own Grace. Those words are our names, only we can use our own daggers in battle though. You like them?" Sam asked.

"Oh, yes. Now about what you have to tell me?" Bobby asked knowing this would be good.

"Well, apparently we are now God's Earthly Soldiers, his Mortal Holy Warriors of Light against Evil in this world. We will be the force that pushes back the darkness and keeps the evil at bay. We are its first and final defense, and offense. We both are to be the new breed of archangel when we pass. At least that is how Cas explained it to us. God took away Sam's demon taint and demon blood. He is human now, no more demon in there." Dean explained happily and Sam was smiling too. He wasn't cursed anymore and he loved it.

Bobby beamed at Sam, "Good for you, boy! I am so happy for you." Sam nodded back and blushed a little. He wasn't much for attention but it felt good having Bobby happy for him.

"There's more." Dean said, and Bobby turned to look at him in surprise.

"There's more?" Bobby said, he hadn't expected more. "How much more?"

"A little more." Sam squirmed. He was still a little embarrassed by this whole thing. It was still new to him.

"Maybe not a little but you get the point." Dean squirmed now too. Bobby would understand, sure, he would. He would worry himself insane but he'd be okay with it.

"Spill then. I ain't got all night here." Bobby said folding his arms and leaning back; this was going to be good.

"I recently got nightmares and visions like before but when I told Cas, he told me I had the gift of Sight, Heavenly Visions. I am a Prophet of the Lord and, apparently, he is my Archangel Protector, like Raphael was for Chuck, except he is a part of our Warrior team. He is tied to our destiny now. We win, he wins, and when we lose, well, the world loses and so does he. No pressure there, really." Sam said groaning, this destiny wasn't going to be easy or fun.

"Wow." Bobby said in shock. That was so not a little more; that was one screwed up set of mores!

"Yeah, we're screwed." Dean said sadly, knowing this was going to bite them in the ass later.

"Don't you just miss the days when all we had to worry about was Lucifer and Lilith, and being vessels?" Sam asked, looking at Dean with a sardonic look in his eyes.

"Yep, good times, good times. At least we weren't so screwed then." Dean said nodding, Sam nodded back.

"You so are." Bobby said nodding as well. How did the boys get in the situations anyway? That Winchester Luck was so much worse than any curse he had ever seen. No witch or hex could ever match how bad Winchester Luck was; they would envy it even. They would want to duplicate for those they were cursing later if they could. They would pity the boys if they knew! Nothing beat Winchester Luck, nothing.

"Well, what do you think? They will need research once in a while and you can provide it. You will be protected by us, don't worry." Cas promised earnestly, his lovers needed this man in their lives right now for some normalcy. He was also a great guiding hand in their lives, even now. He was their father and they wanted his approval.

"I'll help all I can. I can't say I won't worry but I think Cas has you taken care of. By the way, what was that thing you saved me from?" He looked at his rug and saw the teeny glass particles glimmering lightly in the lamp light.

"Monster of Mirrors. It used to be a witch that sold his soul to Lucifer, stole souls for him and Lucifer gave him power. Eventually he became neither human or witch; he was just a monster. Michael imprisoned him in a mirrored ring of Hell but we think Zachariah or Uriel helped him get out. He was going to kill you and find his amulet you had locked in one of your boxes. He used to be someone named Zaphiel. " Castiel explained calmly, Bobby would want to know this. Bobby made a mental note to get rid of or cover every mirror in his house for a while. That was a new level Evil he didn't need in his life right now; mirrors as portals to Hell, really?

"I got him here in one of the old hunter journals. He was a he-witch in the 1600's, tried to destroy the World for Lucifer or so he said. He was banished by a Singer ancestor. That man built that box and put it in there, so the monster would never get it back. That would explain why he went after me. Singers have been scholars and protectors against the Supernatural for centuries. We seem to excel at it." Bobby shrugged, "The guy disappeared in 1700 something, no trace was ever found of him. He was never killed though, nothing was written in the journals about it, at least."

"Michael banished him to Hell right about then." Castiel informed them.

"Wow, and again, Wow!" they all said in surprise.

"I believe your ancestor helped with that, the spell part that sent him there; if you'd like to know." Castiel informed him calmly again, quiet pride in the man in his voice.

"Wait, my ancestor helped Michael put him there? How?" Bobby said, confused, he was just human; that guy had been just human.

"Your line has a line a mile wide of magic infused into it. Your earlier ancestors were sorcerers who then became scholars once magic became taboo. They fused over the years and became one talent, one talent you possess, Bobby, which makes you good at research and at the spell work. Your talent lends power to whatever magic you do, amps it up a whole lot." Castiel smiled proudly at his friend, "You are the perfect guide for them, the perfect helper. You are just as special as they are." Castiel kept smiling and Bobby groaned.

"Now you're so screwed." Dean said teasing his father but then looked concerned when Bobby looked away, clearly unhappy. "It'll be okay, Bobby, you got us. We're with you every step of the way now. We got your back like always." Dean gave him a tentative smile and Bobby had to grin at the boy's attempt to cheer him up. Sure, they were screwed but they were screwed together. They were a screwed up family, but hey, who wasn't? At least they were his family. Bobby smiled widely and shook his head fondly at them all.

"Yeah, but at least I got you guys on my side. We can do this if we work together." He smiled at them and they smiled back. They shook their heads and stood up to hug the man. They took turns hugging the old man. They let go and he looked at Cas, "Well, son, get over here. You're a part of this idjit family now, too." He used his hand to motion him over and slowly Cas approached him, unsure ofwhat he was doing. Bobby hugged him too. "You take care of my boys, you hear me? Keep them safe! Don't worry about me so much; just take care of them." He whispered in Cas's ear so only Cas could hear.

"Too late, you're stuck with us." Cas smiled, hugging him back. "They'll never forgive me if I let anything happen to you. I can't let that happen, I love them too much to do that." Cas whispered this, understanding that if he was with them, he had to accept this man, too. Bobby was part of the package. He wanted to help him, they owed him that; he owed him that much.

"Thanks, Cas." Bobby said softly and let the Archangel go.

He turned to the boys and smiled. "I'm hungry. Let's go get a bite to eat." The others agreed whole heartedly. Sam and Dean grabbed Cas's hand and pulled him along, Cas smiled widely in turns at them and let them pull him along. Bobby chuckled at this.

They piled into the Impala, Dean and Bobby in the front, Sam and Cas in the back. Sam and Cas held hands and leaned into each other. Dean winked at both of them in the rearview mirror before pulling out. They smiled back at him and winked back. Bobby chose to ignore them at this moment; they were so sappy right now it made his teeth hurt.

The diner was coming up and they got out. Dean took Cas's hand this time and Sam took his other one. They walked into the place and everyone stared at the good-looking men who seemed more interested in each other than anyone else. The grumpy red-haired man looking on in amusement was even more puzzling. They threw him a questioning look and he just shrugged. They went to sit down in one of the half-circular booth so they could sit closer together.

"So what will you boys be having?" Came a familiar voice and they looked up amused into the face of the Trickster angel himself.

"Gabriel." They said in unison but smiled happily, glad to see him.

"Not Gabriel, Tom. Keep it straight." Gabriel quipped grinning and chewed on a Tootsie roll.

"Okay, Tom. Is something wrong?" They were wondering.

"Nah, just wanted to say hi. See my little brother and you all." Gabriel grinned, pulling out a pen, clearly going to play this out to the hilt. "So what will you have?"

They all laughed and gave their orders which Gabriel dutifully wrote down and turned into the computer for them. He returned with their drinks and turned them all into beer as he set them down, winking playfully at them.

"You do know you are creating quite a stir in here, being together like you are right now." He drawled and then grinned as they shrugged, not really caring what the others thought.

"Oh, well. We don't really care what they think so I guess that doesn't matter." Dean said pulling the other two closer and grinning, letting the others know they were his, claiming them in public; something he hadn't done before, not like this way at least.

"Figured." Gabriel grinned on and went to get their food chuckling, making a candy bar appear in his hand and eating it as he walked.

Bobby turned to them in wonder. "Does he do that a lot?" That trickster was really familiar with them.

"Yep, another screwed up member of our little family." Dean chuckled and saw that Gabriel had heard them.

"Yep, that's me. Pop." He looked at Bobby and winked. Bobby scowled.

"Don't call me Pop." Bobby growled, already annoyed with his new 'family member'. He never said he wasn't a part of the family because that was not true. Clearly the boys had accepted him and so he would, too.

"Papi, Daddy-o, old wizened Patriarch?" Gabriel teased and Bobby's scowl deepened.

"Bobby will be fine." Bobby growled, the Trickster was irritating but then Bobby still found himself smiling anyway. The man was funny though, in an annoying 'unable to ignore' kind of way. He had a good heart though; so that mattered more than how irritating he was .

"Okay, so 'Pop' it is." With that Gabriel walked off to get their food. Bobby glared at the happy trickster and shook his head.

"I'm stuck with 'Pop' now, aren't I?" Bobby groaned and rolled his eyes as Gabriel put their plates down in front of them. He even refilled their cups magically, not even bothering to go get the pitcher or get them new fresh cups. Fresh ice magically appearing as well.

"Yep, Bobby, you are." Sam grinned as Cas kissed some syrup off his cheek and smiled. They all laughed at him and they were a family again; complete unto themselves.

"So, can I call you 'Pop'?" Dean teased and Bobby threw a fork at him, glaring. The fork, unfortunately , ended up stuck in the leather of the seat and they discreetly removed it and sheepishly put it back onto the table, snickering to themselves. Bobby shook his head and smiled.

"Give me my fork back, idjit. I can't eat without it." Dean handed it over and smiled.

After that they just enjoyed the meal and talked. Gabriel even went as far as to ask them if they were ready for their check and collected their money for the bill. He smiled mischeviously as he did so and brought their change back. He cleaned up the table and took the dishes to the dish room.

He watched them leave and popped out. They wouldn't remember he had even been there, all these people here. He made sure of that. He popped out and headed back to Heaven, smiling. That had been fun. Next time he would mess with them more. Meeting Bobby that way had made him nervous, afraid the old man wouldn't accept him. Apparently he had or they would have showed that.

He made up his mind to call him 'Pop' as frequently as he could manage when visiting Bobby. That would really annoy the crap out of the old man.

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They drove back to the yard and dropped off Bobby. They said their goodbyes and popped back to the room, leaving the car magically parked outside where it had been before.

The boys pulled Cas to the bed and let Cas poof their clothes onto the floor. They fell together to the bed, kissing and touching as they went.

Sam pulled Cas into a hard kiss and Dean kissed his neck, nipping it hard. Cas arched into their touches and moaned as he felt himself grow hard under it. They stopped for a moment and Cas moaned at the loss of touch. They knelt on each side of him and looked on expectantly, waiting his orders. "Who goes where, Baby, tell us where you want us." Dean said smiling seductively, Sam's was evil and sexily smiling as well.

"You, Dean, on bottom and you, Sam, on top." He smiled seductively at them both, "I want to be in the middle. My own Winchester sandwich." He gasped as Dean resumed his kissing down Cas's body and Sam joined him, both pair of lips and teeth driving him insane with need. His body arched and moved with each touch until they both went down on him, taking turns with his hard member and his scrotum, and trading off at different intervals. He pulled them off him gently and grabbed the lube. Dean crawled beneath him while Sam stood up to let Cas get into position with Dean. He took the lube when Cas was done with it and lubed up his own finger and member, which throbbed painfully with his need. Cas worked Dean open with his fingers at the same time as Sam did it to him. Pleasure poured into them as the prostates were stroked and brushed until Cas was ready to enter Dean. Sam kept working him but backed up to let him do it, once he had got into Dean, sheathing himself carefully into him.

Sam entered Cas the same way. They took the time to get their thrusts in sync, so no one was hurt. They eventually were all moaning and crying out each other's names, biting and sucking against the other's shoulders and necks, kissing each other hard and aggressively. They were now thrusting harder and deeper into each other, pounding hip to hip until they cried out their release, sometimes twice, the pleasure becoming a loop they were stuck in for at least two times more before their final release exploded out of them like a missile and they went limp against each other.

They all now settled into the bed and pulled the covers over them. Dean laid his head against the panting Archangel's neck, nuzzling into it to get comfortable. Sam took the other side and did the same thing. Cas wrapped his strong arms around them both and pulled them tightly into him. The boys' hands now lay on his stomach, making small relaxed circles there. Their hands went up to hold onto each other and their heads seemed to press further into his neck and shoulder as they fell asleep, murmuring, "Love you, Cas. Love you, Dean. Love you, Sam."

Cas stroked their strong muscular backs, one lean and one thickly built, and sighed, happy beyond reason. "Love you guys too, so much." They smiled into his skin and were out like lights now.

Cas lay there enjoying the feel of his lovers in his arms and didn't move all night. He wanted to stay here and Heaven hadn't called him. He wanted to spend the night here in his Heaven, with his Angels.

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Gabriel watched this with a mixture of happiness for his brother and sadness for himself. He wanted this for himself but didn't know how to voice that need. He popped out unhappily now; he had to figure something out. He should just ask Cas's advice. He just hadn't worked up the nerve to do that yet.

Cas felt his brother leave and felt his turmoil. He did not know what it was but something was bothering his usually happy-go-lucky brother and he wasn't talking about it; just popping in at odd times. He made up his mind to talk to Gabriel tomorrow. Tonight was theirs. Tomorrow Cas would pester his brother until he spilled what was bothering him. He was channeling Dean there, Cas realized but didn't care. He would help his brother and he would find out what it was he was afraid to say.

Tomorrow.

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Well, that went well. A monster of mirrors, wow, who saw that coming? Anyone miss Bloody Mary yet, yikes! Bobby took the news of their new positions and Gabriel makes a good waiter, doesn't he?

Anyone up for a Winchester sandwich? It would be my favorite item on the menu!

Review please, I love them.

Sorry about the smuttiness, I just wanted to make it fun for the boys, I like them happy!

Review, Review, Review, pleasssse?