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theinsaneeraserTitle: Supernatural Season Six Episode Two: Don’t Forget to Credit an Archangel
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Pairing/character: Mentions of Dean/Lisa, one-sided Dean/Castiel (Cas), Bobby/Crowley, hinted one-sided Sam/Gabriel (Sam).
Rating: P3-13
Word Count: 2,904
Warnings: None.
Summary: Dean could have understood if Gabriel had been pissed because he’d died, but this? This was just ridiculous.
~*~*~*~
Then…
He lifted the lid to the washer and blinked, his mouth dropping open as he pulled out the clothing; it was all pink. The shirts, pants, undergarments, his boxers, socks, dresses, skirts. All of it was pink, which Dean wouldn’t have thought immoral - it happened sometimes, Ben had done it before – if it wouldn’t have been the tie he pulled out.
A blue tie, untouched by the pink.
“…You’re probably wondering what the Hell's going on.” Gabriel grinned, moustache half falling off his face, before he peeled it off. “Well,” a small dramatic pause and Gabriel moved to the side a bit. “If you’re watching this. I’m dead.” He spoke it like it didn’t matter, that the fact he was dead was nothing. Sam’s eyebrows rose. “Oh please, stop sobbing, it’s embarrassing for all of us.” He continued. “Without me you have zero chance of killing Lucifer. Sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry at all. “But, you can trap him.”
“There’s been a rash of demon sightings, which is weird because all gates to Hell have been shut, and most of the demons got dragged back when Lucifer got locked back up. We don’t know where they are all coming from, and we have a bad feeling someone’s opened up a new Hell Gate.”
“It is quite possible, there are more then one and they are spread across the world. There are four here in the U. S., two in Canada, three in Europe, three in Russia, one in Australia and one in South America.” Crowley spoke like he was used to putting input in and Dean guessed he was and that still left him feeling uneasy.
Dean drove down the rainy road, Cas in the seat beside him.
“What are you going to do now?”
“Return to heaven I suppose.” Cas said, his voice hinting uncertainty, Dean looked surprised.
“Heaven?”
“With Michael in the cage I’m sure it’s total Anarchy up there.”
“So what, you’re the new sheriff in town?” Dean sounded angry, frustrated.
Cas smiled, a hint of laughter tingeing his breath a sign of humanity Dean and Sam had shown him while he was falling.
“I like that, yeah. I suppose I am.”
“Wow.” Dean sounded even more angry, angry that Cas, like everyone else, was leaving him; again. “God gives you a brand new pair of shiny wings and suddenly you’re his bitch again.”
“Take care Dean.”
“You too, tell Ben I love him.”
“I will, and I love you too Dean, always will.”
“Love you too.”
Why did it feel so much like a good-bye? Dean was going back.
He was.
Now…
It seemed to get worse now that Sam and Dean were together.
Sam’s bed didn’t get smaller this time, but bigger, really big; it almost broke a wall in Bobby’s house and Bobby wasn’t impressed. Half of Crowley’s cooking utensils had gone missing, and every time he tried to make pie – peace offerings for Dean – it would either burn or dry out. Dean’s clothes were all either too big, or too small and random articles of clothing started showing up where ever he was. Another blue tie, dress shoes, a tan trench coat and he was pretty sure Dean was close to ripping his own hair out.
Sam didn’t bring up Cas, because every time he tried Dean would give him a death glare and then go sulk out in the junk yard. That very morning, Sam had woken up – in his normal sized bed thank God – only to find his blankets replaced with cinnamon hearts. It took him a good two hours to get them all off and into a garbage bag. At the same time, Dean’s clothes had all been replaced by suits. It took a while, but Sam managed not to laugh and concentrate on his beer, which turned into some fruity-sweet drink.
“Dude, this is not cool.”
“You know what else isn’t cool Dean-o?”
Everyone’s heads whipped towards the sitting room, where Gabriel stood, arms crossed and okay, Gabriel had died, Lucifer had stabbed him with a sword, he’d told them he’d died. But no, there he was. Why did no one in their lives stay dead? He was pretty sure Death must have a vendetta out against them.
“Wait, this, all of this, had been you?” Dean snapped and he looked about ready to murder him.
“No, it’s been the Easter bunny.”
“Um, Dean, he does kind of have a right to be mad at us…”
“Damn right I do!”
“Oh yeah Sam, why’s that?” Dean countered.
“He did, sort of die for us.”
“You think that’s what all this has been about?” Gabriel snapped, and the air crackled. “I already knew I was going to die, went ahead and saw the end, remember? No, this is about you two knuckleheads claiming my plan as your own!”
Sam stared and Dean made a surprised choking sound. Crowley was chuckling in the corner and Bobby looked worried for his house.
“Oh yeah, I knew about that. Cas phoned and you say you came up with an idea. Bull-shit, you two muffin-heads couldn’t come up with an awesome plan like that if it stripped naked and started doing the chicken dance in front of your eyes!” Gabriel waved a hand around. “And then you don’t tell Cas I died! So I keep on going around looking like the bad guy, instead of the guy who came up with the plan that saved the world because hey, the Winchesters are grade A douche-bags.”
Sam was opening and closing his mouth like a fish and Dean was red in the face.
“And then you.” He pointed at Sam and Sam clamped his mouth shut, his eyes widening. “Saying yes after I give you a plan so you wouldn’t have to. Really, you could have just pinned Michael and Lucifer against each other and use them to lock Lucy back in the damn pit, and now Michael's down there too and Raphael’s in charge and bossing Cas around because he’s pissed at Cas for calling him his bitch.”
“Wait, Cas is being pushed around?” Dean was standing straighter. “I thought he was the new sheriff in town…”
“Well you thought wrong,” Gabriel snapped and then seemed to calm down.
“Dude, I could have understood if you would have been pissed over dying, because that sort of sucks. But this whole crap over credit, really?” Dean countered, moving the subject off of Cas.
Gabriel just glared heavily at Dean, like he was going to rip his skin off and okay, he’s seen Gabriel pissed but not like this and he figures there’s more to it then what Gabriel’s saying but this needed to stop before it became violent. The air around Gabriel was crackling again and Sam was about two seconds from stepping between them and trying to talk Gabriel down when a familiar shift of wings caught his attention. He looked behind Dean and his jaw went slack.
“Gabriel, enough,” Cas spoke, softly though and Dean whipped around.
“Cas…” Dean breathed before punching him in the face, and okay Sam wasn’t expecting that. Dean grunted in pain, grabbed his hand and walked out of the house. Gabriel growled and went to go after him but Cas held up a hand, turned to nod at Sam before following Dean outside.
Sam turned to look at Gabriel who looked much calmer now.
“Crowley, you hound dog, you and Bobby?”
Sam watched Crowley and Gabriel converse and resisted the urge to get near the Archangel. He was happy Gabriel was alive and okay, and he seemed to still be his Trickster-like self, playing pranks and grinning now that Dean was out of the room. Sam turned to Bobby who had weaseled his way away from the two chatter-boxes, before he could get dragged into the conversation. He held a fresh beer out to Sam who took it gratefully.
“Yer brother's an Idjit.”
“Yeah, I know.”
~*~*~*~
Dean’s hand was throbbing but he ignored it, digging in his pockets for the keys to his Impala. He’d found out who was causing the weird shit, and now he was heading back to Lisa, and he wasn’t looking back. Screw Gabriel, screw Cas and screw hunting. He was done.
“Dean.”
He ignored him and grasped his keys, reaching his baby, only to feel Cas right behind him. He froze, key’s held out, only to feel Cas press against him pinning him against the Impala. He swallowed, hard and his hand seemed to throb harder, but Cas didn’t move, just stood there. Then there was the soft of fabric and his hands appeared on either side of Dean’s head, pressed against the doorframe, his breath tickling the back of Dean’s neck.
“Cas…” he trailed off, his voice faltering. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Personal space, we talked about that, almost two years ago.”
“You would not listen to me if I did not do this.” Cas’ voice was gravely, just like he remembered it and it was low, barely a whisper. “You are mad I left, I understand.”
“I’m not mad.” Dean lied, because yeah, he was. He was pissed Cas left, left him alone, didn’t bring Sam back just disappeared like everyone in his life, everyone but Lisa; Lisa. He needed to go back, needed to get away from Cas because this was too close, the feelings were too fresh, even after a year and he couldn’t, he just couldn’t; not again. “I’m going back to Lisa’s Cas, move.”
“No, Dean you are being difficult.” He sounded frustrated and he had no reason to be frustrated, Dean didn’t leave him, Dean waited, waited a whole week for him to show up again before going to Lisa’s, Cas had no right. “I did not wish to leave.”
“Then why did you?” Dean snapped and he didn’t care if he hurt Cas’ feelings, he was pissed, angry and hurt and these feelings he had repressed, it was all just to much.
“Because, Heaven needed me.” Dean was going to counter that but Cas didn’t give him time. “I understand that Heaven was wrong Dean, that’s why I went back. I went to fix it, so that it wouldn’t happen again. I went back so Heaven could see what you showed me.”
Dean stared at their reflection, could see Cas staring at him in it, could see the pained look on Cas’ face as he tried to explain himself. It pulled at him, tugged at something buried deep, tried to pry it out, drag it out in the open where everyone could see it.
“Cas…”
“No, Dean. I’m not moving, not until you understand.”
And fuck, Dean did, he did understand and it still hurt, still burned at him until it was unbearable. He had expected Cas to always be there, an immovable rock in the ocean, always by Dean’s side. It was selfish, but it’s what he expected.
“I always planned on coming back Dean, I would have come back sooner but Raphael delayed my return with duties, and missions. I only got away now because Gabriel was flaring his power dangerously, and I was sent to figure out who it was, even though I already knew.”
Dean felt his shoulder slump in defeat and let his head bow, his eyes closing because he could never stay mad at Cas, no because Cas didn’t lie, he always tried to do what he knew was right; that’s why he fell the first place, because Dean had been right, and Heaven was being a bunch of dicks. He could feel Cas relaxing.
“Why did you let him push you around?” Dean spoke, his voice a hair's breadth above a whisper, his voice coarse.
“It was a price to pay, there are angels, willing to change, and they are teaching others, showing them that humans aren’t so bad.” Cas let out a breath. “Don’t go, at least not yet. Help them with this hunt, just this one last hunt and if, by the end you still wish to go back to Lisa, I will understand, but they are going to need your help.”
“Why, what’s going on Cas?” Dean turned so he could face Cas, and their lips almost brushed, which sent a rush of thrill through his nerves he ignored.
“I do not know, but I have been stationed on Earth, all over. I have been to South America, Russia, Europe trying to find the reasoning for these mass demon possessions, they are…unnatural.” Cas stared him in the eyes and Dean could feel his blood pounding in his ears, his breathing picking up; he was too damn close. “This is why I am asking for you to stay, you are one of the best, and we could use you.”
Fuck, he was practically begging, even though he wasn’t really, no but it was hinted and Dean, Dean could never say no to Cas.
“Alright, one last hunt one, then I’m going back to Lisa’s and it’s over for me.”
Cas nodded and pulled away, turning on his heels but not before Dean caught the half-smirk and he couldn’t help but feel played.
FUCK!
~*~*~*~
Sam watched Gabriel munch away at some skittles, while Crowley cooked dinner for them all. If Gabriel had been human Sam would have told him not to eat before Crowley finished cooking, because he would have spoiled his appetite, but as it was Gabriel had hollow legs and could probably eat sweets non stop for ten years and never gain a pound or get over-stuffed. Dean was a little grumpy, and Cas was conversing with Bobby.
Sam grabbed a beer and walked over to Dean, handing it to him, sipping his own and sitting down. Dean took it and gave him a grateful look, before downing it in one shot. Sam shook his head and leaned down on the couch, Crowley and Gabriel’s voices rising as they argued about something. Gabriel was waving his arms around madly and Crowley was chuckling, something Sam had gotten used to, but it seemed only Bobby – and now Gabriel apparently – could make him do it, though Bobby had made Crowley outright laugh once. It was funny, seeing the demon laugh, a real laugh.
Still, watching Gabriel flail, his face red with obvious anger and frustration was starting to tickle his own funny bone. Gabriel turned to glare at him, and it was just, sort of adorable. Gabriel was short, with a head of coppery-red hair and the fact that an archangel was in blue jeans, a red button-up shirt and a green jean jacket, it was sort of comical. Sam wrapped an arm around his waist, trying to restrain the laughter that was currently working on dislodging itself from his throat.
“What the hell man, what’s so funny?” Dean demanded, and Sam doubled over a bit, his beer slowly slipping in his hand, his fingers going limp. Thankfully Dean caught it before it could hit the ground. “Sam!”
“Just…a lot…all of…this…just…” Sam said with shaky breaths.
“Seriously Sam. What the fuck.”
“I…I don’t know.” Sam let out a snort of laughter. “Just, you wanted the white-picket…fence…and…and Gabriel…he…he looks like a cartoon character…and…and Crowley’s domesticated….”
And that was all it took, Sam was in a full fit of laughter. Really, it was a stupid reason to laugh but he hadn’t had a good, long, hard laugh in a long time, not since Dean went to hell.
“How’s that funny…”
Sam didn’t answer, just laughed harder and he had a feeling everyone was staring at him. He could feel Dean inching away from him, like he was scared to catch what ever Sam had, and maybe Sam did have something, but what ever it was wasn’t important, the pain starting to work it’s way into his sides on the other hand, that was important.
“Dude, I think you guys broke him, make him stop,” Dean snapped, most likely directed Crowley and Gabriel.
“I didn’t do anything,” Gabriel countered. “It’s all his fault.” He could picture Gabriel jabbing a finger in Crowley’s chest and although it didn’t add to his outburst, it didn’t calm him down either.
“I think he’s finally snapped,” Crowley added his own input. “He did go to Hell after being Lucifer’s bitch, and he does spend most of his time cooped up in a car with you. Not to mention all the emotional abuse Gabriel gave him.”
“Hey!” Dean and Gabriel cried at the same time.
“All of you idjits, shut up,” Bobby snapped. “Sam’s just happy that’s all, happy everyone’s okay.”
“Sam you’re such a sap.” Dean scolded.
Sam shot him the finger, still laughing, though he was calming down. He slid off the couch to land on his back and stare up at the ceiling, a wide grin on his face. Yeah, he was glad everyone was okay. Dean was coming with him on one more hunt, he hadn’t lost him, and then Dean was going to be happy, Cas was back, Bobby had someone and Gabriel wasn’t dead. Hell, even Crowley was doing well for himself, he wasn’t doing as many deals as he had before and he wasn’t lying about the not-stealing-souls stuff, Crowley really had found another way.
Yeah, life was pretty good for once, and Sam had a feeling it was only going to get better.
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theinsaneeraser Pairing/character: Mentions of Dean/Lisa, one-sided Dean/Castiel (Cas), Bobby/Crowley, hinted one-sided Sam/Gabriel (Sam).
Rating: P3-13
Word Count: 2,904
Warnings: None.
Summary: Dean could have understood if Gabriel had been pissed because he’d died, but this? This was just ridiculous.
Then…
He lifted the lid to the washer and blinked, his mouth dropping open as he pulled out the clothing; it was all pink. The shirts, pants, undergarments, his boxers, socks, dresses, skirts. All of it was pink, which Dean wouldn’t have thought immoral - it happened sometimes, Ben had done it before – if it wouldn’t have been the tie he pulled out.
A blue tie, untouched by the pink.
“…You’re probably wondering what the Hell's going on.” Gabriel grinned, moustache half falling off his face, before he peeled it off. “Well,” a small dramatic pause and Gabriel moved to the side a bit. “If you’re watching this. I’m dead.” He spoke it like it didn’t matter, that the fact he was dead was nothing. Sam’s eyebrows rose. “Oh please, stop sobbing, it’s embarrassing for all of us.” He continued. “Without me you have zero chance of killing Lucifer. Sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry at all. “But, you can trap him.”
“There’s been a rash of demon sightings, which is weird because all gates to Hell have been shut, and most of the demons got dragged back when Lucifer got locked back up. We don’t know where they are all coming from, and we have a bad feeling someone’s opened up a new Hell Gate.”
“It is quite possible, there are more then one and they are spread across the world. There are four here in the U. S., two in Canada, three in Europe, three in Russia, one in Australia and one in South America.” Crowley spoke like he was used to putting input in and Dean guessed he was and that still left him feeling uneasy.
Dean drove down the rainy road, Cas in the seat beside him.
“What are you going to do now?”
“Return to heaven I suppose.” Cas said, his voice hinting uncertainty, Dean looked surprised.
“Heaven?”
“With Michael in the cage I’m sure it’s total Anarchy up there.”
“So what, you’re the new sheriff in town?” Dean sounded angry, frustrated.
Cas smiled, a hint of laughter tingeing his breath a sign of humanity Dean and Sam had shown him while he was falling.
“I like that, yeah. I suppose I am.”
“Wow.” Dean sounded even more angry, angry that Cas, like everyone else, was leaving him; again. “God gives you a brand new pair of shiny wings and suddenly you’re his bitch again.”
“Take care Dean.”
“You too, tell Ben I love him.”
“I will, and I love you too Dean, always will.”
“Love you too.”
Why did it feel so much like a good-bye? Dean was going back.
He was.
Now…
It seemed to get worse now that Sam and Dean were together.
Sam’s bed didn’t get smaller this time, but bigger, really big; it almost broke a wall in Bobby’s house and Bobby wasn’t impressed. Half of Crowley’s cooking utensils had gone missing, and every time he tried to make pie – peace offerings for Dean – it would either burn or dry out. Dean’s clothes were all either too big, or too small and random articles of clothing started showing up where ever he was. Another blue tie, dress shoes, a tan trench coat and he was pretty sure Dean was close to ripping his own hair out.
Sam didn’t bring up Cas, because every time he tried Dean would give him a death glare and then go sulk out in the junk yard. That very morning, Sam had woken up – in his normal sized bed thank God – only to find his blankets replaced with cinnamon hearts. It took him a good two hours to get them all off and into a garbage bag. At the same time, Dean’s clothes had all been replaced by suits. It took a while, but Sam managed not to laugh and concentrate on his beer, which turned into some fruity-sweet drink.
“Dude, this is not cool.”
“You know what else isn’t cool Dean-o?”
Everyone’s heads whipped towards the sitting room, where Gabriel stood, arms crossed and okay, Gabriel had died, Lucifer had stabbed him with a sword, he’d told them he’d died. But no, there he was. Why did no one in their lives stay dead? He was pretty sure Death must have a vendetta out against them.
“Wait, this, all of this, had been you?” Dean snapped and he looked about ready to murder him.
“No, it’s been the Easter bunny.”
“Um, Dean, he does kind of have a right to be mad at us…”
“Damn right I do!”
“Oh yeah Sam, why’s that?” Dean countered.
“He did, sort of die for us.”
“You think that’s what all this has been about?” Gabriel snapped, and the air crackled. “I already knew I was going to die, went ahead and saw the end, remember? No, this is about you two knuckleheads claiming my plan as your own!”
Sam stared and Dean made a surprised choking sound. Crowley was chuckling in the corner and Bobby looked worried for his house.
“Oh yeah, I knew about that. Cas phoned and you say you came up with an idea. Bull-shit, you two muffin-heads couldn’t come up with an awesome plan like that if it stripped naked and started doing the chicken dance in front of your eyes!” Gabriel waved a hand around. “And then you don’t tell Cas I died! So I keep on going around looking like the bad guy, instead of the guy who came up with the plan that saved the world because hey, the Winchesters are grade A douche-bags.”
Sam was opening and closing his mouth like a fish and Dean was red in the face.
“And then you.” He pointed at Sam and Sam clamped his mouth shut, his eyes widening. “Saying yes after I give you a plan so you wouldn’t have to. Really, you could have just pinned Michael and Lucifer against each other and use them to lock Lucy back in the damn pit, and now Michael's down there too and Raphael’s in charge and bossing Cas around because he’s pissed at Cas for calling him his bitch.”
“Wait, Cas is being pushed around?” Dean was standing straighter. “I thought he was the new sheriff in town…”
“Well you thought wrong,” Gabriel snapped and then seemed to calm down.
“Dude, I could have understood if you would have been pissed over dying, because that sort of sucks. But this whole crap over credit, really?” Dean countered, moving the subject off of Cas.
Gabriel just glared heavily at Dean, like he was going to rip his skin off and okay, he’s seen Gabriel pissed but not like this and he figures there’s more to it then what Gabriel’s saying but this needed to stop before it became violent. The air around Gabriel was crackling again and Sam was about two seconds from stepping between them and trying to talk Gabriel down when a familiar shift of wings caught his attention. He looked behind Dean and his jaw went slack.
“Gabriel, enough,” Cas spoke, softly though and Dean whipped around.
“Cas…” Dean breathed before punching him in the face, and okay Sam wasn’t expecting that. Dean grunted in pain, grabbed his hand and walked out of the house. Gabriel growled and went to go after him but Cas held up a hand, turned to nod at Sam before following Dean outside.
Sam turned to look at Gabriel who looked much calmer now.
“Crowley, you hound dog, you and Bobby?”
Sam watched Crowley and Gabriel converse and resisted the urge to get near the Archangel. He was happy Gabriel was alive and okay, and he seemed to still be his Trickster-like self, playing pranks and grinning now that Dean was out of the room. Sam turned to Bobby who had weaseled his way away from the two chatter-boxes, before he could get dragged into the conversation. He held a fresh beer out to Sam who took it gratefully.
“Yer brother's an Idjit.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Dean’s hand was throbbing but he ignored it, digging in his pockets for the keys to his Impala. He’d found out who was causing the weird shit, and now he was heading back to Lisa, and he wasn’t looking back. Screw Gabriel, screw Cas and screw hunting. He was done.
“Dean.”
He ignored him and grasped his keys, reaching his baby, only to feel Cas right behind him. He froze, key’s held out, only to feel Cas press against him pinning him against the Impala. He swallowed, hard and his hand seemed to throb harder, but Cas didn’t move, just stood there. Then there was the soft of fabric and his hands appeared on either side of Dean’s head, pressed against the doorframe, his breath tickling the back of Dean’s neck.
“Cas…” he trailed off, his voice faltering. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Personal space, we talked about that, almost two years ago.”
“You would not listen to me if I did not do this.” Cas’ voice was gravely, just like he remembered it and it was low, barely a whisper. “You are mad I left, I understand.”
“I’m not mad.” Dean lied, because yeah, he was. He was pissed Cas left, left him alone, didn’t bring Sam back just disappeared like everyone in his life, everyone but Lisa; Lisa. He needed to go back, needed to get away from Cas because this was too close, the feelings were too fresh, even after a year and he couldn’t, he just couldn’t; not again. “I’m going back to Lisa’s Cas, move.”
“No, Dean you are being difficult.” He sounded frustrated and he had no reason to be frustrated, Dean didn’t leave him, Dean waited, waited a whole week for him to show up again before going to Lisa’s, Cas had no right. “I did not wish to leave.”
“Then why did you?” Dean snapped and he didn’t care if he hurt Cas’ feelings, he was pissed, angry and hurt and these feelings he had repressed, it was all just to much.
“Because, Heaven needed me.” Dean was going to counter that but Cas didn’t give him time. “I understand that Heaven was wrong Dean, that’s why I went back. I went to fix it, so that it wouldn’t happen again. I went back so Heaven could see what you showed me.”
Dean stared at their reflection, could see Cas staring at him in it, could see the pained look on Cas’ face as he tried to explain himself. It pulled at him, tugged at something buried deep, tried to pry it out, drag it out in the open where everyone could see it.
“Cas…”
“No, Dean. I’m not moving, not until you understand.”
And fuck, Dean did, he did understand and it still hurt, still burned at him until it was unbearable. He had expected Cas to always be there, an immovable rock in the ocean, always by Dean’s side. It was selfish, but it’s what he expected.
“I always planned on coming back Dean, I would have come back sooner but Raphael delayed my return with duties, and missions. I only got away now because Gabriel was flaring his power dangerously, and I was sent to figure out who it was, even though I already knew.”
Dean felt his shoulder slump in defeat and let his head bow, his eyes closing because he could never stay mad at Cas, no because Cas didn’t lie, he always tried to do what he knew was right; that’s why he fell the first place, because Dean had been right, and Heaven was being a bunch of dicks. He could feel Cas relaxing.
“Why did you let him push you around?” Dean spoke, his voice a hair's breadth above a whisper, his voice coarse.
“It was a price to pay, there are angels, willing to change, and they are teaching others, showing them that humans aren’t so bad.” Cas let out a breath. “Don’t go, at least not yet. Help them with this hunt, just this one last hunt and if, by the end you still wish to go back to Lisa, I will understand, but they are going to need your help.”
“Why, what’s going on Cas?” Dean turned so he could face Cas, and their lips almost brushed, which sent a rush of thrill through his nerves he ignored.
“I do not know, but I have been stationed on Earth, all over. I have been to South America, Russia, Europe trying to find the reasoning for these mass demon possessions, they are…unnatural.” Cas stared him in the eyes and Dean could feel his blood pounding in his ears, his breathing picking up; he was too damn close. “This is why I am asking for you to stay, you are one of the best, and we could use you.”
Fuck, he was practically begging, even though he wasn’t really, no but it was hinted and Dean, Dean could never say no to Cas.
“Alright, one last hunt one, then I’m going back to Lisa’s and it’s over for me.”
Cas nodded and pulled away, turning on his heels but not before Dean caught the half-smirk and he couldn’t help but feel played.
FUCK!
Sam watched Gabriel munch away at some skittles, while Crowley cooked dinner for them all. If Gabriel had been human Sam would have told him not to eat before Crowley finished cooking, because he would have spoiled his appetite, but as it was Gabriel had hollow legs and could probably eat sweets non stop for ten years and never gain a pound or get over-stuffed. Dean was a little grumpy, and Cas was conversing with Bobby.
Sam grabbed a beer and walked over to Dean, handing it to him, sipping his own and sitting down. Dean took it and gave him a grateful look, before downing it in one shot. Sam shook his head and leaned down on the couch, Crowley and Gabriel’s voices rising as they argued about something. Gabriel was waving his arms around madly and Crowley was chuckling, something Sam had gotten used to, but it seemed only Bobby – and now Gabriel apparently – could make him do it, though Bobby had made Crowley outright laugh once. It was funny, seeing the demon laugh, a real laugh.
Still, watching Gabriel flail, his face red with obvious anger and frustration was starting to tickle his own funny bone. Gabriel turned to glare at him, and it was just, sort of adorable. Gabriel was short, with a head of coppery-red hair and the fact that an archangel was in blue jeans, a red button-up shirt and a green jean jacket, it was sort of comical. Sam wrapped an arm around his waist, trying to restrain the laughter that was currently working on dislodging itself from his throat.
“What the hell man, what’s so funny?” Dean demanded, and Sam doubled over a bit, his beer slowly slipping in his hand, his fingers going limp. Thankfully Dean caught it before it could hit the ground. “Sam!”
“Just…a lot…all of…this…just…” Sam said with shaky breaths.
“Seriously Sam. What the fuck.”
“I…I don’t know.” Sam let out a snort of laughter. “Just, you wanted the white-picket…fence…and…and Gabriel…he…he looks like a cartoon character…and…and Crowley’s domesticated….”
And that was all it took, Sam was in a full fit of laughter. Really, it was a stupid reason to laugh but he hadn’t had a good, long, hard laugh in a long time, not since Dean went to hell.
“How’s that funny…”
Sam didn’t answer, just laughed harder and he had a feeling everyone was staring at him. He could feel Dean inching away from him, like he was scared to catch what ever Sam had, and maybe Sam did have something, but what ever it was wasn’t important, the pain starting to work it’s way into his sides on the other hand, that was important.
“Dude, I think you guys broke him, make him stop,” Dean snapped, most likely directed Crowley and Gabriel.
“I didn’t do anything,” Gabriel countered. “It’s all his fault.” He could picture Gabriel jabbing a finger in Crowley’s chest and although it didn’t add to his outburst, it didn’t calm him down either.
“I think he’s finally snapped,” Crowley added his own input. “He did go to Hell after being Lucifer’s bitch, and he does spend most of his time cooped up in a car with you. Not to mention all the emotional abuse Gabriel gave him.”
“Hey!” Dean and Gabriel cried at the same time.
“All of you idjits, shut up,” Bobby snapped. “Sam’s just happy that’s all, happy everyone’s okay.”
“Sam you’re such a sap.” Dean scolded.
Sam shot him the finger, still laughing, though he was calming down. He slid off the couch to land on his back and stare up at the ceiling, a wide grin on his face. Yeah, he was glad everyone was okay. Dean was coming with him on one more hunt, he hadn’t lost him, and then Dean was going to be happy, Cas was back, Bobby had someone and Gabriel wasn’t dead. Hell, even Crowley was doing well for himself, he wasn’t doing as many deals as he had before and he wasn’t lying about the not-stealing-souls stuff, Crowley really had found another way.
Yeah, life was pretty good for once, and Sam had a feeling it was only going to get better.
