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They mean a lot to me. Now this chapter is completely random. O.o…just a warning.

Plot: Dean and Sam search the internet for Archangel Gabriel…they come up with strange results…oh, and Castiel is starting to train.

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Chapter 22: Gabriel Hates Art:

It had been a long few weeks since Castiel had gained the rank of an archangel; those weeks included being in daily training from the other archangels. Each of them was teaching Castiel about different things. Gabriel was teaching him to control the powers of manifesting things (much like he does as a trickster); Michael was teaching him how to control his rage and new flight abilities; today, though, Castiel dreaded this lesson because it was with Lucifer. Oh, he hated Lucifer with a passion and was not allowed to harm him in any way. Gabriel had learned that the hard way when he went after him for touching Sam.

Lucifer had gotten a nice, lengthy lesson from their Father about not interfering with the other angels' humans. Lucifer had been taken by surprise when he realized just how deep and profound Sam's bond was with Gabriel. To be honest, Castiel was even surprised by how much Gabriel cared about the hunter as well. It was nice, though, when they would return to the Winchesters. Castiel had been glad to see the smile on both Sam and Gabriel's faces. They were just really happy and even Dean had brought it up saying that he was happy for Sam but that he still disliked Gabriel; it was mutual. Castiel wondered if they would ever get over the past…probably not.

He was about to open the door to enter his lesson with Lucifer when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Castiel turned, already knowing who is was "Hello Balthazar," he said warmly as his eyes set on his closest angel friend.

"Hey Cassie," Balthazar said, beaming white teeth "Can I see them?"

Castiel chuckled and stared at the floor for a moment before turning back to Balthazar "Why do you want to see them so bad?"

"Please…it's not every day your friend earns two extra sets of wings. I want to see them…why don't you archangels keep em' out all the time?" Balthazar rambled, his wings twitching as he grazed over two wings Castiel had out.

Castiel sighed but smiled as he shook his head. He would have them out more but as Gabriel had said, it does get tiring and they were so new on Cas that he hadn't gotten used to them. It didn't help how sensitive they were. A slightest touch in the wrong (or right) place would have his knees buckling. Balthazar had gotten more excited than Castiel when he found out about his friend became an archangel and he had been bugging Castiel since to see his wings.

Castiel just stared at Balthazar. He wanted to bring them out, he really did, but he had been told not to show them to other angels until he was fully trained. But…he was about to go into a lesson so he would have to reveal them, anyways.

"Please?" Balthazar asked as he stared down at his friend.

Castiel smiled and closed his eyes as he took the deep breath he always did before showing them. He let out the breath as the two hidden sets unfurled around him and shot out.

Balthazar's eyes lit as he gazed at them. The urge to run his fingers through them was becoming unbearable and he blinked a few times, trying to hold back but it had no use. Before he could stop himself, he was reaching out.

Castiel sucked in a breath and almost ran off as he noticed Balthazar reaching forward but he remained still, knowing he would have wanted to do the same thing if it was Balth who had gained six wings. He let out a soft breath when he felt the fingers reach into the feathers. It felt nice…not as intense as Dean's touch but still enjoyable.

Balthazar closed his eyes as he felt the incredible power that radiated from those wings. He had always wanted to touch archangel wings but neither of the others were nice enough to let him. Castiel was the only lucky one to have ever touched their wings…that had been when they were very young though. He was favored among the archs because of his future. He was really happy, though, that Castiel was one. He had known from the day he met Castiel that the little angel with blue eyes and black wings would one day be powerful. He was now just intent on seeing the looks on the angels now he Castiel was an arch. He smiled at that thought.

"Castiel! Now you know you aren't allowed to show your wings to the other angels," a smooth voice sounded.

Castiel gasped and spun around to see Lucifer standing outside the door, hands on hips and lips pursed.

Balthazar just stared at Lucifer. He had heard about his return but he had yet to see him.

"H-hello Lucifer," Balthazar said, giving a respectful nod.

"Go," Lucifer said and Balthazar disappeared, leaving Castiel alone.

Castiel felt a lump in his throat and was about to pull his wings back in before Lucifer grabbed onto one. He darted wide, afraid blue eyes at the elder archangel.

"Relax…I won't tell anyone," Lucifer said with a smirk "Now shall we go in?" he motioned for the door.

Castiel walked into the training room. It was set up with visuals of other angels. They were just manifested and not real but they could fight, fly and even speak like real angels. So he came to the conclusion that Lucifer would be training him on using powers to create fire and lightning and other powers Castiel probably didn't know about.

"Let's just get this over with," Castiel said in a bored tone as he walked in and stopped in front of Lucifer. His pitch black wings were beginning to lighten up some as Castiel noticed the vague outline of blue and green undertones.

"Come on, Cas," Lucifer said with a fake pout "Why are you so rude?"

Castiel gave him a look "Can we hurry, I need to get back to Dean."

Lucifer sighed and nodded, his wings slouching in disappointment. They then began the lesson.

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"Gabriel…please just stop talking," Sam groaned as he stared at the computer screen in front of him.

"I agree, shut the hell up," Dean muttered from where he sat on the bed, sharpening his machete. He held it up and pointed it at Gabriel as he spoke.

Gabriel pouted his lips out as he lay on Sam's bed, wings sprawled over the sides of him and onto the floor. He turned to Dean "Your just jealous I'm here and Castiel is training with Lucifer," he said with a grin.

Dean ground his teeth "He is with Lucifer?" he asked, feeling angry all of a sudden.

"Yup," Gabriel said in a clipped voice "Him and Cassie are playing with fire as we speak."

Dean honestly hated the idea of that. He hadn't seen Lucifer yet but if he did, he would ring his neck for touching Sam. With the idea of Castiel being there with him…he gripped the handle of the machete as he started long and harsh swipes over the stone.

"I think Lucifer has a thing for little Cas," Gabriel continued, wanting to irritate Dean "He was so thrilled to be alone with him."

Dean ground his teeth as he tried to ignore Gabriel. He knew he was just doing it to tick him off and he wouldn't give him that pleasure.

"Come to think of it…I did see Castiel trying checking Lucifer out…maybe he'll want a piece of the dark arch," Gabriel said and grinned to himself when he heard a hiss.

"Dammit!" Dean hissed in a mixture of pain and anger as he rock slid from his hand and cut a long strip through his hand and forearm. He clenched his fists as blood began to pour like a stream onto the sheets below him.

"Aw did Deany-Weeny get a booboo?" Gabriel crooned as he turned to Dean.

"Gabriel," Sam warned as he turned to see his brother. He sighed and walked across the room to get the medical kit.

"You know I can just heal you with a simple touch," Gabriel suggested as Dean grabbed a pillowcase to rope around his wound.

"I don't want anything from you," Dean growled through clenched teeth. He seriously wanted to tear Gabriel's feathers apart.

"Suit yourself," Gabriel said as he snapped his fingers to create a lollipop. He popped it into his mouth as he turned onto his side to watch Sam and Dean clean up the wound. After a few moments, Sam gave up when Dean kept pushing him off.

Sam walked over to the laptop to try and research. He got bored partly through and decided to look up something else. Dean was already walking over to Sam to sit on the chair beside him. If a computer got Gabriel off his mind, then so be it. He would do whatever he could. He knit his eyebrows when he saw Sam start to type in 'Archangel Gabriel' into the search engine.

Sam grinned slightly as he clicked on images. He pressed his lips together when a painting popped up. He clicked on it. It said it was Gabriel speaking with Mary.

"Wow," Dean said with a laugh when he realized that Gabriel looked extremely feminine. Sam chuckled beside him and went on to the next picture. This picture looked exactly like a chick.

Both of the Winchester's laughed that time as they glanced from the picture of Gabriel holding roses to the Gabriel that was now sitting up on the bed with a lollipop stick hanging from his mouth. He looked confused as he examined Sam and Dean.

"What are you laughing at?" Gabriel asked nonchalantly.

"You," Dean said, grinning as they clicked onto another picture.

"Wow," Sam said, stifling another laugh at the picture that he would have thought was a female in a dress if it didn't say 'him' in the context.

Gabriel got curious when he saw them laughing between him and the laptop. He tried to not let it bother him "Okay what are you looking at?" he questioned.

"Why haven't we done this before?" Dean asked as they rummaged through a few more picture, nudging and laughing silently.

Gabriel couldn't control it. He slowly walked over and peeked onto the screen. He felt his stomach turn to see a painting of him in one of his older vessels…the one that really did look feminine.

"Wow, every one of these pictures makes you look like a chick," Dean said with a grin on his face as he stared at Gabriel then to the screen of Gabriel holding another flower.

Gabriel hated those pictures and he only wished Dean and Sam would never see them. He cursed the internet and the depictions of him being feminine. The worst part was that it was true…that was how he appeared back then.

"Sammy…is there something you're not telling me?" Dean asked "Because all of these pics definitely point to Gabriel being a chick."

Sam laughed "I have no idea…maybe he is," he shrugged.

"It's not working," Gabriel said, crossing his arms and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Did you seriously look like that?" Sam asked, turning his eyes to amber ones.

Gabriel didn't say a word. He was honestly becoming frustrated. Out of everything, the only thing that got under his skin was someone laughing at those stupid paintings. He just prayed they wouldn't see the statues.

Oh…they did. Gabriel turned slightly red when he heard both of the Winchesters boom out in laughter "He is considered a female in this one. Archangel Gabriel playing her horn," Dean teased, glancing at Gabriel, who he could tell was getting angry; finally.

"Hey, it was the style back then," Gabriel defended, not knowing why he felt like he needed to defend himself.

"Did you really bow down and worship Virgin Mary?" Dean questioned.

Gabriel ground his teeth "Yes, I had to," he said, feeling embarrassed again…this was honestly his sore spot. He bit down on the lollipop, the sweet hard candy breaking into pieces over his tongue. He huffed out a sigh and fell back on the bed.

"Wow Gabe…" Dean said as he turned to him.

"Those are merely depictions which humans thought they saw of me. I didn't look like any of those," Gabriel said, sitting up and staring darkly at the Winchesters.

"From the look on your face right now, I'd say these are correct," Dean said and he nudged Sam, who suddenly wasn't looking through pictures but staring at Gabriel. He was starting to feel bad…yeah he deserved it but he didn't like seeing that look on his angel's face.

"Woah!" Dean suddenly exclaimed, causing Sam to turn to the computer screen. His eyes widened as he quickly tried to pry the mouse from Dean's hand.

"Give me that!" Sam hissed, grounding his teeth when Dean laughed and pulled it further away.

"No way! This is hilarious…" Dean laughed as he stared at the fanart someone had done of their depiction of Gabriel curled in Sam's arms with both of them having tears in their eyes. It was labeled 'Sam and Gabriel, the lost little brothers'. Despite the person only being able to have read the comics, they did a damn good job on drawing how they thought Sam and Gabriel would look. It was almost a perfect image of them, of course they made both men look more muscular but other than that…that was surely Sammy and Gabe.

Sam felt his face flush when Gabriel walked over. He took a look at the screen and suddenly burst out laughing.

"I thought Chuck never published any of that stuff about the angels?" Sam asked, feeling irritated.

"Oh it's out there now," Gabriel said, laughing at the picture. He did not like how he was crying in it but that was a fairly good drawing to be honest.

"How?" Sam asked.

Gabriel shrugged "Humans these days…they can do anything with the right technology," he said with a smirk "You should read some of the fanfictions they write."

"You mean like how people wrote about me and Dean together," Sam said, shuddering in disgust as Dean gagged at the mental images.

"I've written a few myself," Gabriel said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Sam and Dean just gawked at him "You aren't serious?"

"Oh, I'm very serious," Gabriel said, grinning.

"You're sick, man. I need a shower." Dean muttered, feeling dirty all of a sudden as he stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

"Oh be careful big boy…me and you got kinky in a shower during one of my stories," Gabriel said with a wink.

Dean glared at him for a moment before slamming the bathroom door shut behind him.

"Do you seriously write about you and Dean?" Sam asked, ready to be horrified.

"Nope," Gabriel said with a smirk "But me and you…oh, I've gone there."

"Wow," was all Sam could say. He was curious though to find those stories written by Gabriel. He would have to find a specific time to do so. He turned to say something but Gabriel was already gone. He jumped when he heard Dean shout angrily in the bathroom and the door suddenly flew open to reveal Dean in a towel running out, his face beat red and downright livid. Gabriel walked out of the bathroom with a smirk on his face.

Dean grabbed the machete off of the bed and spun around to Gabriel, who vanished, his laughter echoing in the room in the process.

Sam pressed his lips together to hold back from having a laughing fit at his brother. Dean was heated as he stormed back towards the bathroom "I'll kill that son a…" his growled, his words fading as he slammed the bathroom door again.

Sam chuckled to himself as turned back to the computer. He took a deep breath as he stared at the screen, wondering how he would be able to find Gabriel's writing.

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I KNOW that chapter was weird but I was just kinda writing. Lol

Question though…

*****If I do add in Gabriel's writing…I'm going to need a Penname from someone who writes Sabriel stuff… O.o…is anyone willing to let me use theirs? Or does anyone know of someone who writes Sabriel that I could ask? Pleasse? Kinda like free advertising. :P