Title: Never Gonna Give You Up 3/3
Summary: Sam has always believed in angels and nothing anyone has said has ever convinced him otherwise. Dean has always wondered how his brother could be so sure, to speak as though he knew beyond a doubt that there are good forces in the world, that angels do exist especially with all the crap that they've dealt with on a daily basis. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Sam has a guardian angel he never told anyone about?
Genre: Semi AU | Slash
Pairings:Sam/Gabriel, hints of Dean/Castiel
Warnings: slash, references to child abuse/molestation, violence, character death, language, adult sexual situations, spoilers from season 1 through 5
WordCount:5, 475 this part (23, 075 total)
WrittenFor: sabriel_mini bang 2011 on livejournal.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Sam rubbed his face into his pillow as he woke and got a face full of hair. There was a warm body lying pressed against his chest playing little spoon to his big spoon. The memories of last night came rushing back to him as he came fully awake, cracking first one eye open and then the other. He waited, expecting to feel freaked out and panicked but it never came. A finger ran lightly up and down the hand he had resting on Gabriel's abdomen, gaining his attention.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Gabriel greeted, turning slightly in the circle of Sam's strong arms to be able to look at his mate who was lying behind him.
Sam smiled shyly as his cheeks pinked. Unable to resist, he tilted his head and kissed Gabriel softly. First on both his cheeks; then his forehead; his jaw; his nose; before finally landing on his mouth. They kissed slowly taking their time with none of the urgency of the previous night. Gabriel wound his arms around Sam's neck, pressing their bodies closer together. The touch of bare skin on skin left Sam breathless and suddenly wanting more.
The young hunter rolled them so that Gabriel ended up under him. Sam grinned down at his angel before leaning forward to kiss him languidly.
"Sammy…" Gabriel whimpered.
Sam shushed him, wanting to take his time. He kissed and nibbled at Gabe's lips while his hands ran teasingly up and down the body beneath him. He traced every piece of skin he could find, first with his hand and then with his lips and tongue. He loved eliciting the gasps and moans of pleasure Gabriel let escape his pink lips.
Finally when he was almost mindless with need, Gabriel felt the press of one long, slick finger sliding into him. His body shuddered at the overwhelming sensations his mate was creating within him and still Sam took his time.
"Sammy," his breath caught in the back of his throat despite the fact that he didn't really need to breathe, "please."
Another finger pushed inside and Gabriel threw his head back into the pillows on a gasp, fingers clutching the pale blue bed sheets as shivers of pleasure ran through him. His body arched when, as Sam added a third finger, his prostate was lightly brushed over. Sam loomed over Gabriel watching his mate writhe, trying to get more contact. The angel opened his eyes that he hadn't even realised he had closed to stare up into his mate's face. Sam was breathing hard with his effort to keep things slow, his pupils blown so wide that his eyes looked almost black they had darkened so much. Gabriel hooked a leg around the young Winchester's waist nudging him forward into closer contact as he thrust upward.
Suddenly, Sam's fingers were gone and he was slowly inching his way forward into Gabriel. All coherent thought fled their minds as Sam slid in to the hilt, pausing when he leaned down to kiss his angel, unhurried and gentle.
As Sam began to gently rock in and out, he intertwined their hands, placing them just above either side of Gabriel's head.
"Look at me, Gabriel," Sam murmured.
Their eyes trapped each other, neither one able to look away or close their eyes as their orgasms built. Sam slowly rising above him, keeping his pace, with Gabriel raised his hips in time with his thrusts. Their bodies glistened with sweat, sunlight dancing over them from the open window. Ever so softly, they went over the edge, on a sigh of pleasure.
It could have been minutes or hours later, Sam honestly didn't care, that their breathing returned to normal, that he was once again able to think and his heart rate slowed. Sam rolled off Gabriel, turning to lie on his side and propping himself on his elbow. Immediately, the angel moved to snuggle closer. He really was like a cat, or a cuddly kitten. Sam smile at the thought. Gabriel began tracing invisible, intricate patterns on Sam's chest. The taller man lightly caught his hand and kissed each of the fingers before brushing their noses together.
Sam sighed as a thought occurred to him gaining Gabriel's attention.
"What is it?" Gabe asked in a low voice.
"We should go back. I'm gonna have to face Dean some time and he really needs to know what's going on," Sam said in a rush, holding his breath while he watched for his mate's reaction.
Gabriel pouted but he didn't protest. Much.
"You sure know how to ruin a good mood, Sam-I-Am," he muttered, "but you're right. We do need to get this show on the road, especially now that the bond is complete."
Sam started at that. He had temporarily forgotten about the bond but now that Gabe mentioned it, he could feel a vague presence at the back of his mind that became clearer when he focused on it. A moment later he realised that what he was feeling was Gabriel. Unable to help himself, he leaned over and kissed his angel again.
A short time later, after Sam had showered and eaten breakfast while Gabriel had happily munched on his latest sugary treat, they were ready to go. Sam made his way over to Gabriel, wrapping an arm around his waist when he was close enough.
"I'm actually going to miss this place," Sam told his shorter companion.
Gabriel grinned up at him, "We can always come back, Sammykins. Anytime you want to, just say the word and we'll ditch Deano."
Sam shook his head in exasperation. He knew Gabriel didn't actually have anything against Dean. It was more to get a rise out of his older brother than anything else and he had to admit it would be entertaining at times.
"Come on, Sasquatch. Time to pop you on back to your big bro," his mate reminded him.
With one last quick kiss and a snap of his fingers, Sam found the room disappearing and he and Gabriel reappeared on Bobby's porch, arms still wrapped around each other.
"What the fuck, Sam?" Dean's shout came from behind them, just inside of the house.
A second later the door swung open and Dean stormed out, Bobby hot on his heel, shotgun cocked and ready to fire.
"Get the hell away from my brother," Dean ordered.
Sam pulled away to get between his mate and his brother. While he knew it wouldn't kill Gabriel, it wasn't the wisest idea to piss him off so early in the morning. Well it was actually evening. Gabe had said that they would return five minutes after they left.
"Dean, don't. Stop, please. Bobby put the gun down. He's not a threat to anyone," Sam tried to reason with the two hunters.
Gabriel snorted an aborted laugh at Sam's last statement. The youngest Winchester heard, glanced behind him and then revised his earlier statement.
"Ok, well, he's not a threat to anyone here," Sam amended.
Bobby didn't lower the shotgun an inch as Dean continued ranting, trying to make his younger sibling see sense.
"Sam, it's the Trickster. I'm not about to allow him to hurt you. Bobby, a little help here, please."
"Damn it, you two. I'm serious. You can't kill him. You actually, literally, can'tkillhim but that's beside the point. Just stop it!" Sam ended with a yell, pulling Gabriel firmly behind him.
"Dean, I swear, it's like you're not even listening to me. Just give me a chance to explain," Sam ordered, out of ideas on what else he could say to get through to his brother.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. A hand ran the length of his back and Sam felt all the tension melt right out of him along with the beginnings of his headache.
"Thanks, Gabe," he murmured.
"Dean, like it or not, that Trickster brought your brother back. Least we can do is listen. We can find a way to kill him later," Bobby added when it looked like Dean was going to protest.
Sam clutched Gabriel tighter to him. Rationally, he knew that they couldn't kill the angel. Gabriel had said that only an archangel's blade could kill him, and they definitely didn't have one of those, but it didn't stop the brief flash of fear that flickered across Sam's mind.
"Let's take this inside," Bobby suggested leading the way.
Reluctantly, Dean trailed behind the older hunter with Sam and Gabriel bringing up the rear. Sam was surprised by the fact that Gabriel hadn't disappeared yet and said as such to his mate. He didn't think that sticking around for the major Q & A that was coming would be Gabe's type of thing.
Gabriel just smiled at him, mischievously, "Watching those chuckleheads will be fun and you know I'm always up for some entertainment."
"Sam, I want the two of you where I can see you," Dean hollered, sounding for all the world like a parent yelling at his teenage child and their first crush.
"Oh this is going to be fun," he muttered, sarcastically.
Gabriel's smirk grew, "Speak for yourself, Sammy Sam Sam. I think I'm going to have the time of my life."
"Gabe," Sam chuckled helplessly, pulling his mate into the living room behind him where Dean and Bobby were waiting for them.
The pair settled onto the two-seater sofa while Bobby and Dean sat opposite them. When Gabriel snuggled into his side and Sam pressed a kiss to his temple, Dean exploded.
"Hey! No making out in front of us. Absolutely no funny business allowed actually."
Sam frowned at his brother and tried to lighten the mood.
"Dean, if you think that that is making out, then we have got to talk, big brother. You've obviously been doing something wrong, despite your apparently active sex life."
Gabriel burst into full on laughter, both at Sam's statement and the horrified look on Dean's face. Even Bobby, had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud. Dean glared at the laughing Trickster before turning his attention back to his little brother.
"Ha ha. Very funny, Sam. You said you'd explain, so explain," Dean told him, waving a hand to indicate he should start.
"Alright but Dean, you have to let me finish without interrupting or I'll get Gabe to take your voice," Sam threatened while Gabriel watched Dean gape like a fish. It really was an amusing sight and an intriguing idea.
Warily, Dean nodded his head in acceptance so Sam began at the beginning. He started with when he was four, the first time that Gabriel had saved him. He went on and told Bobby and Dean everything. When they reached the time with the football coach, it took everything within Dean not to start raging and cursing. Instead, he tightened his mouth until it was a thin white line, gritted his teeth and let Sam continue. When they reached the part about the demon blood, it took Bobby's restraining hand on his arm to stop Dean from swearing and yelling.
Sam left out the part where the angel that would be sent to get Dean out of hell would be his mate. He'd tackle that battle later and when they didn't have an audience.
After Sam was finished, there was silence. Dean stared incredulously at his younger brother.
"Angels, Sam? Seriously? I could've sworn that we had this conversation before," Dean began.
"Look Dean, why do you think Gabriel would lie to us about this?" Sam tried reasoning with his brother.
"He's the Trickster, Sam. It's what he does. Demons and evil things that go bump in the night, they lie," Dean argued.
Sam shook his head. He knew it was going to be difficult convincing his brother, but the least Dean could do was consider the possibility.
"A Trickster that can't be killed in the way Tricksters are supposed to be. That alone should tell you something, Dean."
"Sam, don't you think that if angels were real, some hunter, somewhere would have seen one? At some point?" Dean had begun using his hands to emphasise his point, showing his agitation.
Sam got a smug little smile on his face, "Yeah, you're looking at one now, Dean."
The younger hunter indicated the figure sitting beside him. Gabriel was enjoying himself. It was like watching a verbal tennis match, although he did wish he could conjure up some popcorn but it probably wouldn't help things. The Winchesters never ceased to amaze him with their stubbornness.
"I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Work with me, Sam."
"Dean, I've already told you what's going on," Sam was nearing the end of his patience.
"Yeah, could you come up with something with a little less fairy dust, please," Dean demanded.
"You two chuckleheads wanna keep arguing religion or do you wanna get to the bottom of this?" Bobby spoke for the first time since they had all sat down.
Gabriel leaned towards Sam and in a stage whisper said, "I like him."
Sam snorted. Now really wasn't the time but he could appreciate Gabe trying to lighten the mood. Gabriel stood up, extricating himself from his mate.
"Look, Deano. Whether or not you believe in angels will not change the fact that we exist or who I am. It's not going to change what the guys upstairs and down are planning. So like it or not, you have two choices; ignore everything your brother just told you, and stumble around blindly hoping that you might just pull a plan out of your ass and fail; or you can trust that your brother knows what he's doing," Gabriel told Dean, sounding nothing like the Trickster and every bit like the powerful angel that he was, his eyes were also almost glowing with his suppressed power.
Sam watched as his brother opened his mouth again, preparing to argue. Wincing internally, he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from getting between his brother and his mate.
"You're looking for a good smiting, boyo," Gabriel warned in low tones, interrupting Dean before he could get a word out.
Sam cast his brother a frustrated glare as he too stood up.
"You know what, Dean? Think what you like. Call me an idiot or stupid and naive, but it won't change anything. I'm gonna go outside for a while before I do or say something I might regret," Sam declared before walking out the room and onto the porch, Gabriel following close behind him.
Dean sighed and rubbed his hands over is face in exhaustion. Bobby shook his head at the Winchesters' stubbornness.
"Ya idjit. We both know that fooling around with non-humans only leads to a world of hurt, but how you gonna watch out for your brother if you piss him off enough that he leaves with that Trickster?" Bobby tried to get through to Dean.
"I know, Bobby," Dean sighed.
"Besides, he could be telling the truth," the older hunter couldn't resist adding.
"I'll go talk to him," Dean gave in, slowly making his way to the porch.
Sam stood on the porch, gazing out into the dark at the scrap yard, his thoughts running a mile a minute.
"Chocolate?" Gabriel offered innocently from beside him.
Sam looked at his mate in disbelief. With everything going on, here Gabe was offering him chocolate like it would solve all of his problems. Gabriel's smile simply widened as though he was reading Sam's thoughts.
"Reading you loud and clear, Samalam," the angel was quick to tell him.
"It came with the bond. On the bright side, I forgot to tell you that you're now 110% demon blood free," Gabriel chirped.
Sam let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding as a weight lifted off of his shoulders. Watching Gabriel, he saw the angel tilt his head to the side as though he was listening to something that Sam couldn't hear. A second later his expression cleared, leaving him looking at his mate with an unusual expression.
"What is it, Gabe?" Sam asked quietly.
"I need to go check on some things, Sammy as well as talk to some people."
"Yep," Gabriel shrugged apologetically.
Sam leanedforward and caught his mouth in a hungry kiss. Gabriel made noises of approval as he wound his arms around the taller man's neck, twining his tongue with the hunter. The sound of the door banging shout and Dean's exclamation of "Dude!" broke them apart.
Taking his time, Gabriel pulled away. Between one second and the next, Gabriel disappeared, leaving only the two Winchester brothers standing awkwardly on the porch.
Dean rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand as he searched for something to say. Sam saved him the trouble.
"I suppose you still wanna talk about Gabe."
It was a statement and not a question, showing how well he knew his brother.
Said older brother snorted.
"Ya think, Sammy? You kept him a secret for basically your whole life."
"I know, Dean but I didn't want you and Dad to hunt him and he wasn't hurting me. He was protecting me and I didn't see the harm in it," Sam tried to get his brother to understand his side.
Dean sighed. There was nothing they could do to change what had happened and at least Sam was coming clean now.
"Just… no more secrets dude. Okay?"
"Okay," Sam readily agreed.
"I don't trust him," Dean said. Neither had to say who the him was.
"But I do. He's never hurt me and he never will intentionally hurt me. I just need you to trust that I know what I'm doing," Sam pleaded with his brother.
"I get that it's awesome to have a boyfriend with phenomenal cosmic powers and all but why are you trying so hard to get me to accept this?" Dean asked honestly confused.
Sam nibbled on his lower lip slightly nervous while he thought.
"I guess…it's because…I…I love him," Sam spoke at last, startling even himself when he realised that he spoke the truth. He loved Gabriel. He was in love with the archangel Gabriel.
Dean stood staring at his brother flabbergasted before a smile broke out on his face.
"What?" Sam demanded.
"I'm not saying that I trust him or that I'm buying his story, Sam. However, you now have a super powerful boyfriend to help protect you, and let's face it; you, my little brother, get into enough trouble for a small country."
Sam shook his head helplessly. He didn't know whether to be insulted or glad that Dean wasn't going to carry on putting up a fuss. He decided to go with the latter.
"Come on, man. Let go grab a beer before Bobby finishes them all without us and you can tell me what happened while I was gone."
Two hours later, the three hunters were nursing their beers as they told Sam what had happened to the Roadhouse. The youngest hunter looked around the room sadly when a thought occurred to him.
"Bobby, where's Jess?" he asked, not believing that he hadn't realised that his blonde friend was missing.
"She went into the city. Said she'd be gone for a day or two. Expecting her back tomorrow," Bobby told him gruffly.
A bang from outside had all three hunters on their feet and out the door, reaching for their various weapons as they ran in the direction the noise had come from. Dean was the first to reach the intruder, grabbing the figure by the shoulders with both hands before he recognised who it was.
"Ellen?" he breathed, disbelief flashing across his face.
The shaken brunette nodded her head, still some what in shock over what had occurred earlier.
"Ellen, fuck," Dean gasped, as he pulled her in a tight hug, relieved that she was alive.
Ellen's whole body was shaking and she looked about a second away from bursting into tears. While Dean was hugging the life out of her, Bobby moved to wrap an arm around the woman's shoulders, trying to shepherd them inside where it was safer.
Sam opened the door for the group, surveyed the dark junk yard and walked back inside behind everyone else.
Bobby hauled out his flask of holy water and poured Ellen a shot on the counter.
She picked it up as she asked the older hunter, "Bobby, is this really necessary?"
Bobby shrugged, "It's just a belt of holy water."
Resigned, she tossed the shot back before sliding the glass back over, this time asking for whiskey.
The three hunters relaxed. While Bobby was pouring her a stronger drink, Dean leaned forward in his seat.
"Ellen what happened? How'd you get out?"
"I wasn't supposed to but we ran out of pretzels of all things. Had to go into town to get some more. Wasn't gone more than ten minutes when Ash called. He was in a complete panic, told me to look in the safe. By the time that I got there, the flames were sky high."
"Ellen, you mentioned a safe. Did the demons get it?" Sam spoke for the first time.
The brunette shook her head as she pulled out a map from the inside pocket of her jacket, laying it on the tap.
"Wyoming?" Dean asked confused, a frown on his face, "What does that mean?"
After some research, they managed to work out where Jake, and by extension Yellow Eyes, were going to be. It was a graveyard, inside which Samuel Colt had built a solid iron railway devil's trap to either keep something out or to keep something in. No demon could cross the railway lines which explained what Yellow Eyes wanted with a human. The four hunters packed up quickly and headed for Wyoming now that they had a lead.
They arrived before Jake and set out to hide in wait for him. When Sam saw Jake walk past him, he saw a different Jake. This Jake had changed; he could see it in the set of his shoulders and feel it in the oppressing air that surrounded the other psychic. Sam watched horrified as Jake told Ellen to turn her gun on herself and after a moment's hesitation the older woman did just that.
Unable to do anything, they watched as Jake put the colt into the doorway and turned it. This was the distraction that they needed. It allowed Dean, Bobby and Sam to spring into action but it was too late. With a click, the door swung open and hell quite literally spilled forth. Sam aimed his gun and shot Jake multiple times.
He watched as the other man fell to the ground, aimed and shot him again to ensure that he was well and truly dead.
"Take cover," Bobby shouted, prompting the others to run and dive over the surrounding headstones.
A cloud of demons unlike anything the hunters had ever witnessed in all their lives, spilled out into the graveyard. The sheer force of them sent a shock wave out, breaking the railway lines allowing Azazel to cross over and make his way over to the Winchesters.
The steady stream of demons out the gate didn't stop as the sky rumbled and lighting streamed across the sky.
"What the hell is that?" Dean shouted to be heard over all the noise.
"That's a devil's gate. A damn door to hell," Ellen's answered shout came.
"We gotta shut that gate," Sam yelled, already moving forward, the others following close behind.
Sensing someone behind him, Dean turned just in time to see Yellow Eyes hold out his hand as the colt flew to him.
"Boys shouldn't play with daddy's guns," Azazel taunted, before flinging Dean into a nearby headstone.
Sam heard Dean yell and ran to aid his brother. He was immediately pinned to a tree, unable to move.
"I gotta thank you, Dean. Without that deal, Sammy would still be dead. I liked him better than Jake anyway. You ever heard that if a deal sounds too good to be true then it probably is?"
Dean glared up at Azazel silently. Yellow Eyes thought that he had made a deal to bring Sam back. Gabriel had been telling the truth about that. He sure as hell wasn't going to enlighten the bastard though because if this part of what Gabriel had told them was true then it was looking all the more likely that everything else was true too. Lost in his thoughts, Dean missed part of what Azazel and been saying.
"…until now anyway. I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family."
Dean watched over Yellow Eye's shoulder while he talked as a shadowy figure approached to form solidly into John Winchester.
A second later, John wrapped his arm around the demon and grabbed onto the demon's real form, pulling it from its human host. Azazel managed to wriggle free and return to his human body. He stood up just in time for Dean to use the distraction to take aim with the colt and shoot.
Sam watched the demon fall to the ground as a hand appeared in front of his face. Following the hand upwards, he came face to face with Gabriel.
"You can't stay out of trouble for longer than thirty seconds can you, Sammy Sam," his mate sighed, helping him to his feet.
Bobby and Ellen made their way over to the boys, stopping short next to Dean, Sam and Gabriel as they stared in shock at the surprisingly solid form of John Winchester. Their father didn't say a word as he looked at them in pride. Gabriel stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on their father's arm. He faded away in a soft light. With a snap of his fingers, the group disappeared from the graveyard and reappeared in Bobby's living room.
"Gabe?" Sam asked hesitantly, a world of questions conveyed in one word.
"That really was him, Sam. He's at peace now with your mother. I've added protections so that nobody can try and resurrect them or summon them. They can rest now," Gabriel reassured Sam and Dean by extension.
"It's over. He's dead," Dean whispered unable to believe that they had finally done it.
Sam grinned at his brother, flinging an arm around his shoulders in happiness.
"We can check that off the to-do list."
That night Bobby broke out the alcohol as the four hunters celebrated the death of the yellow eyed demon. Gabriel had left them to it, telling Sam that he would be back to collect him later.
Sam woke the next morning on the couch with a groan as the sunlight intruded on his sleep. On the floor beside him, Dean groaned, reassuring Sam that his brother had survived their night of celebratory drinking.
An increasingly familiar laugh filled the room.
"Sam'y? I'm a gonna kill h'm," Dean mumbled into his pillow as Gabriel continued to laugh at the picture the two hunters made.
"Gabe," Sam whined and his mate sighed, shaking his head even as he walked over.
Two fingers gently brushed across Sam's forehead and when they were gone so was his hangover. Sam rolled over to blink owlishly up at Gabriel.
"Thanks, Gabe," Sam whispered before he pulled the angel down into a kiss. It was sweet and slightly playful, and would have probably become more had Dean not chosen that moment to remind them of his presence.
"You're gonna ma'e me sick," Dean groaned, having opened his eyes a little and been greeted by the sight of his baby brother making out with his angel whatever.
Hazel eyes dancing in amusement at Dean's predicament, Gabriel moved his hand to the other hunter's forehead, taking away his hangover.
Dean sighed in relief.
"Well, damn. Maybe you're good for something after all," Dean joked.
Sam shook his head at his older brother fondly. It probably was the closest thing they were going to get to his blessing for the moment. A snap of his fingers and Gabriel had the kitchen counter covered in an assortment of breakfast items. The brothers were quick to dig in, and when Ellen and Bobby stumbled into the kitchen Gabriel removed their hangovers in response to Sam's puppy eyes.
Dean watched the scene with something close to amusement. A being as powerful as Gabriel was unable to resist his brother's puppy eyes. Dean snorted at the entertaining thought.
"Not to be a downer on this party, but while the yellow eyed demon might be dead, a lot more got through that gate," Ellen's voice broke through Dean's thoughts.
"How many do you think?" Dean asked more serious, smile gone from his face.
"Hundred, maybe two hundred," Sam guessed, "It's an army. He unleashed an army."
"Hope you boys are ready. The war has just begun," Gabriel informed them, his trade mark smirk nowhere to be seen.
Dean cocked his head at the angel, "Well then, we got work to do."
Epilogue: One Year Later
In An Open Field Somewhere On Earth
Castiel stood before his superior, Zachariah, as he was ordered to go to hell and retrieve the righteous man, Dean Winchester. He had sold his soul to bring his younger brother back from the dead, Zachariah said.
"You will be able to sense where he is, Castiel," his superior was instructing him.
Castiel closed his eyes and reached out with his grace. There was a barely noticeable tug on his grace and he followed it. What he felt when the presence became stronger, confused him though.
"Are you positive that this man is indeed in hell?" Castiel asked Zachariah hesitantly.
"Of course he is. You have your orders, Castiel. Now go," the other angel barked.
Castiel focused on what he could sense from Dean. He had expected pain, despair, agony, anger even hatred. What he had not expected was this intense hankering for pie and mild irritation at someone. Despite his confusion, Castiel focused on the feelings and with a flap of his wings disappeared.
Motel in Indiana
"Dean," Sam exclaimed, clearly exasperated, warning his brother away from the food, more specifically the pie for the third time in the last five minutes.
Dean pouted and slouched further down in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. He looked like a petulant child. They had finished a hunt just two days ago one state over. He, Sam and Gabriel were sitting around the table in their motel room waiting. Gabriel had announced that today was the day that they were sending the angel that was supposed to pull him from hell. Said angel apparently also happened to be his mate. Something that Sam hadn't told him for a while after finding out. He had wanted to 'ease Dean into it' or some such shit.
Dean had had the last year to observe his brother and Gabriel's relationship grow. Over time he had come to accept that he too had an angelic mate and he'd never even told Sam, but these days, he was almost looking forward to it. To having someone beside him no matter what, and Sam, along with Gabriel these days, didn't count.
Dean's hand inched slowly across the table, hoping to snag a piece of the pie only to have it smacked away by his little brother.
"What the hell, Sammy?" he cried indignantly.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in their motel room just between Dean and Gabriel, behind an empty chair, accompanied by the now familiar sound of flapping wings. Dean turned to look at the new arrival properly, after all this was supposed to be his mate according to Gabriel and Dean had come to respect, trust and maybe even like Gabriel. Not that he would ever admit it out loud.
The new angel was slightly shorter than Dean but still taller than Gabriel, with the bluest eyes Dean had ever seen in his life. He had short, somewhat messy dark brown hair. The thing that really amused Dean though, was that he was wearing a full suit complete with a tie and even had on a long tan coloured trench coat. He looked like a holy tax accountant.
Dean turned to look at his brother to distract himself from staring into the new angel's captivating blue eyes.
"He's here, now let's eat. I wants me some pie," the oldest Winchester declared.
Gabriel pulled out the empty chair between him and Dean, silently indicating that the other angel should sit, "Have a seat little brother, we need to talk."
The End… For Now
A big thanks to my wonderful artist, v_son_sayian, and her wonderful artwork. I'm really grateful for all the effort and time you put into it, hun. It was great working with you. You went well and truly beyond what I was expecting and I am very grateful and happy that you were my artist for this challenge.
Thanks to insertcode11 and wolfish_willow
for creating and maintaining this amazing challenge. It was a wonderful working with you and I really appreciate the experience.
A huge thank you to my beta, elsa_kallan, who was there for me every step of the way sometimes literally perched on my shoulder encouraging and making sure that I got this done on time. Thank you for listening to my freak outs and then getting me back into my writing. I wouldn't have finished this in time without you.
I loved writing this so much that I've decided to turn this into a 'verse. The 'verse is called: In the Shadow of Your Wings. There will be a sequel and some timestamps.