Beautifully Graceless Chapter Two

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Title: Beautifully Graceless Chapter Two
Author: theinsaneeraser 
Rating: PG
Genre Hurt & Comfort, Angst, Romance, Schmoop.
Pairing: Pre: Dean/Cas, Bobby/Crowley, Gabriel/Sam. A little Karissa/Anna
Other Characters:
Spoilers: All of Season Five
Warnings: A bit of Depression and hinted Self-Hatred
Word Count: 2,625
Summary: The aftermath and clean up of the Apocalypse with hardships, romance, heartbreak, learning and trusting. Anna wishes to save a human girl who's trying to fly. Dean's trying to fix his relationship with his brother while coming to terms with his feelings with Cas who's unsure of himself anymore. Sam's trying to heal after his time in hell while trying to help Gabriel who's trying to cope with his brother's betrayal and life without his grace. Crowley's trying hard not to fall for Bobby, who's trying to show the demon a different life then the one he's living.
Chapter Summery: “That’s because its pie and you are a sneaky, evil fucker.” Dean downed more of his beer and pointed at him. “You are tempting me with delicious food and it won’t work!”
Notes: I have the thrid chapter written, but am also going mto be gone from aug 5-12 so You might not get it till I come back.. Okiedoke and a shout-out thank-you-so-much-I-love-you to my awesome, incredible Beta half_vulcan. That seems to be all, enjoy! Master Post HERE

 

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Dean walked down the stairs and into the main room, feeling more rested then he had in a while; which was strange because his life had been less stressful with Lisa. He really had cared about her but he felt restless, chained and he hated it. He rubbed at his eyes with the palm of his hand and yawned, grinning from ear to ear as he watched Sammy and Bobby leaning against opposite sides of the counter, sipping a beer and laughing. Dean was pretty sure he’d slept in and if he was a geek like Sam, he could have figured out from the position of the sun what time it was. He knew it was past noon because Sam was a girl and didn’t drink before noon unless he was stressed.


Dean grabbed his own beer, ignoring Crowley perched on the counter with a glass of some sort of fancy liquor or what ever the demon drank. Instead he leaned next to Sam and took a sip of his beer, groaning as the cold liquid taste washed around his mouth before he swallowed. Bobby always had the best beer – he was fussy about it – and Dean would always drink him out of house and home. Though Bobby would bitch at him, it would always be with smiling eyes. They were family, and it was always nice to be reminded because he was pretty sure they all forgot at one time or another.


“So, how was the ‘white picket fence’ life for ya’? Must’a been good since you never phoned. You could have died in a ditch and I wouldn’t have known ya’ Idjit!” Bobby smacked him upside the back of the head and he hunched his shoulders.


“Yeah, sorry about that Bobby, but it would have tempted me to come back, and I promised the Sasquash I would do it for him.” Dean chuckled and placed a hand on Bobby’s shoulder. “Next time, I’ll make sure to phone every night before I go to bed. I didn’t know I had a worried mother.”


That earned him another smack but they were laughing and Bobby had already forgiven him; he could see that.


“So, how’d Anna end up here?” Dean purposely didn’t ask about Crowley, who made a snorting sound.


“She showed up about a month after Crowley. Apparently she had a ‘talk with God’ and said everything was going to be fixed and asked if she could stay. Seems she was used to her human life and liked the idea of a roof over her head at night.” Bobby took a sip of his beer.


“She also helps around the house, since Crowley say’s he’s not a housewife and he already does the cooking. Though he only does it because he won’t eat anything made by someone else; Not that he needs too.”


“Food is an art.” Crowley responded. “You would not understand. Your idea of food is a few slices of processed ham on bread smothered in mustard.”


“Art my ass. Its food, it tastes good, I eat it.” Dean blinked, realising he had responded to something the demon had said and scowled downing more of his beer. He could feel Sam shaking with suppressed laughter beside him.


“You didn’t seem to be complaining about my pie.” Crowley commented with an arched brow.


“That’s because its pie and you are a sneaky, evil fucker.” Dean downed more of his beer and pointed at him. “You are tempting me with delicious food and it won’t work!”


Sam rolled his eyes and Dean elbowed him in the ribs, which Sam returned, only hard enough to make hum grunt.


“The testosterone in here is so heavy I could feel it from outside.” Anna stepped into the room, using the door like normal people, unlike unnamed angels – Cas – who thought popping in on people was fun.


“Dean and Crowley are having a food discussion.”


“Ah.” She smiled and leaned against the counter by Bobby, picking up her own beer and twirling it between her fingers.


“You off soon?” Bobby asked her and she nodded. Dean raised an eyebrow.


“Off where?”


“A friend’s.” Anna answered and Crowley and Bobby exchanged looks like they hadn’t gotten this much information out of her before.


“A friend we can meet?” Dean pressed.


“Not yet.” Anna stated and finished her beer. “But I should get going.”


“Wait, Anna!” Dean followed her out of the kitchen; there were a few things he wanted to ask.

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“Shitshitshitshitshit!” Anna thought to herself.


She was running, late. Dean cornered her with a million questions and though she had tried to get away, Dean had guilt tripped her into answering them. Now she was running behind schedule and Karissa tended to think the worst when she was late. Anna knew Karissa would fear something happened to her or that Anna didn’t want to come around anymore. This is why she always tried to be early or on time; damn-it! When Dean finally shut his mouth, Anna took off quickly.


Anna told Karissa everything. Karissa knew she was an angel, knew about the apocalypse, knew about the demons, knew just about everything. She knew Anna had fallen because she thought her orders were wrong, and that angels were not as they were depicted in the bible. Karissa had laughed and told her she wasn’t religious anyway, so it didn’t matter. Karissa never seemed fazed by anything Anna said, she just hung on each word with a smile and listened.


“Anna?”


She landed on the rooftop and knelt down next to Karissa who had tumbled out of the window, pencil in her mouth, paper-pad pulled tightly into her chest. Anna let out a sigh of relief. It looked like she wasn’t the only one late and Karissa looked happier then normal. She spat out the pencil and Anna caught it before it rolled off the roof, tucking it behind Kari’s ear, where she always kept it. Karissa nodded her thanks and moved to sit with her knees bent, paper-pad propped up against her legs and she stared at Anna.


“Mm, gonna draw you today.” Karissa smiled and slipped the pencil from her ear and stared at Anna like she was trying to see things, little details before she looked down and started sketching something. As she lifted her eyes, her hand never stopped moving.


“Like this?” Anna raised an eyebrow.


“Stop moving, and yes like this. Stay put.” She commanded and Anna went stone-still like only an angel can. “Angels are so easy to draw, would have figured they’d be harder, since ya’ know, angels and all that.” She nibbled on her bottom lip in concentration. “But you stay so still, like you’re made of stone. It’s unnerving and totally hot.”


Anna made a surprised sound and knew she was probably blushing but she stayed still as she watched Karissa work, her hand flying across the pages. Karissa could draw, very well in fact and she could also write. She normally drew images from books that caught her attention and she’d show Anna. She had drawn Anna more then once, but they had been quick sketches – still beautiful – but today Karissa was taking her time, her hand slowed it’s movements as she worked on smaller details and Anna fought the urge to appear behind her to see what it looked like.


“There, all done.” Karissa lifted her head and smiled. Anna was at her side but Karissa didn’t flinch, she didn’t seem to mind Anna popping in random places, she was a very well adjusted human; special.


Anna looked down at the picture of herself kneeling; hands in her lap, head tilted to the side a smile on her face as leaves fell in the background. It was beautiful.


“Can I keep it?” Anna asked and Karissa gently tore it out of the book and handed it to her.


“Of course.”


Anna leaned over to place a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you.”


Karissa fisted her hand in Anna’s shirt as she leaned over and Anna looked down at her before warm lips pressed against her own. Karissa tasted like cinnamon with a hint of lemon and she was warm, welcoming and slow. It seemed like she was testing her boundaries; like this was her first kiss. Maybe it was, but she was also very sensual with the way she moved her lips; almost deliberately slow, like she wanted to draw it out as long as she could. Anna kissed her back, letting Kari take the lead, her arms wrapping around her slender waist and pulling her closer.


They broke apart when Karissa needed to breath and their foreheads rested against each other.


“I have to work tomorrow, so I can’t meet. I’m free the rest of the week though.” Karissa spoke before leaning in for another soft kiss and
then moved to stand up.


“Alright, take care Karissa.” Anna said softly.


Kari grinned and nodded, stepping back in through the window.


Anna felt light-headed and she couldn’t shake the grin off her face.



She landed in the junk-yard as usual, only this time it wasn’t to cry. She knew that Bobby and Dean hated when people popped randomly into the room, so she headed to use the front door. A figure huddled between two cars caught her attention. She tilted her head and strode towards the figure whose knees were pulled into their chest, coppery brown hair falling down the sides. Not that it was super long, but long enough to get a grip on. She narrowed her eyes at the figure before she recognized who it was.


Oh Father.

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Sure Sam laughed, smiled and talked. He interacted and scolded and acted like every thing was normal. He seemed to be okay and wore a mask that fooled even his brother. He had learned how to shut himself away in hell; where he would not be tortured – the only good thing about being Lucifer’s human – but he saw things, witnessed things and couldn’t stop these things from happening. He was sad, depressed and he wondered how he was able to do it, how he was able to get the strength to claw his way out of hell. He always had a feeling he had help; but from who, he didn’t know.


If he thought Dean and Cas were bad with their ‘eye-fucking’; Crowley and Dean were even worse. Their stare downs were epic. They sat there all day, just eyeing one another, like they were trying to use some mind powers to kill each other or maybe they were listing the many ways they could kill each other and which would be the most painful.
 

“I do believe we are all here now.” Came a female voice from the doorway and Sam turned to stare, only to spit out his beer.


Anna stood, gripping the upper arm of someone around her height, maybe a few inches shorter, with coppery brown hair and honey-brown eyes. He was wearing a scowl and glaring at Anna’s hand so hard Sam was pretty sure it should be bursting into flames. There was the sound of a book falling and Sam knew Dean had dropped the research book - he had only pretended to be reading - and the intake of breath from two different people, a low whistle from another.


“Gabriel, you went and got yourself humanized? Pity.” Crowley said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and Gabriel found something new to glare at.


“Wait, Gabriel’s human?” asked Bobby.


“Yes.” responded Castiel, whose tone was unreadable.


Sam hadn’t said a thing, nothing at all; he couldn’t stop staring at him. He was alive, he wasn’t dead, and he was standing there albeit human. Gabriel was there. He didn’t realise what he was doing and before he could stop himself, he was up on his feet and stalking toward Gabriel who was now staring at him like he was a raging bull ready to trample him down. Sam ignored the look and before Gabriel could open his mouth he pulled the archangel-trickster-human-what-ever-he-was into a hug and held on tightly. He hadn’t realised he’d missed Gabriel this much until he saw him, alive and well and all he wanted to do was touch him.


He could feel him flailing a bit as Sam manhandled him and he could hear shouts and things being said but all that mattered was that Gabriel was right here, right now and okay.


“I - Sammy!” Gabriel squawked and continued to flail before he let out a breath and hugged him back. “I’m here kiddo.” His voice was different now, sounding more reserved and a tad affectionate. “But uh, you’re squishing me. Sort of human now and I need to breathe.”


Sam didn’t let him go. He just clung to Gabriel feeling everything he’d been holding back fill him with tremors as he fought to keep it all in place. He wasn’t going to let his mask fall; he just needed to feel Gabriel, make sure this was all reality and not just some dream he was having.


“Sam, it is Gabriel, but you do have to let him go.” Came Castiel’s worried voice and Sam quickly jumped back, like he had been electrocuted.


“Uh, so-sorry about that.” Sam could feel his face heat up as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Just…too many people, uh, died for us and I am glad that you are, um, okay.”


Gabriel stared at him like he wasn’t buying it before crossing his arms and staring at Anna.


“You didn’t have to drag me in here.”


“You would not have come in otherwise.” Anna stared him down. “You were sleeping in the junk-yard.”


“I wasn’t sleeping; I was…imagining the many different ways to…”


“Gabriel, cut the act.” It was Crowley who spoke and Sam felt the urge to stab him with something sharp and pointy. “You’re human now and humans sleep. There is nothing wrong with that. I myself have found I like humans, they are…” He waved his hand. “Intriguing, fascinating and surprising.”


“You two know each other?” Bobby asked, breaking up something that could have turned ugly.


“We go back, back to before Gabriel went Pagan. We had an…arrangement.”


“You seem to have a lot of those.” Sam heard Bobby grumble and Crowley rolled his eyes; he must have heard him too.


“Did you get brought back without your Grace or did someone take it?” Castiel asked. Dean was still quiet. He felt guilty. Gabriel only went after Lucifer and died because Dean had pressured him. He came to terms with how much that took, to kill his own brother, and knew he wouldn’t have been able to do it himself.


“I was brought back without it; apparently my Grace couldn’t be found.” Gabriel looked away.


Lucifer must have hidden it, and wasn’t that a gut-wrenching thought. Gabriel looked like he wanted to bury himself in a hole and die again.
“We’ll find it,” were Dean’s first words. “Where ever it is, we’ll find it. We found Anna’s and we’ll find yours too.”


Gabriel turned to look at him with appreciation and he nodded.


Dean knew a thing or two about the betrayal of family. His gaze hardened as he looked over at Sam.


Sam dropped his head and sunk back in on himself.


Chapter Three