theinsaneeraser

Title: To Tempt a Trickster
Pairing: Sam/ Gabriel, Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A month after their run in with Alyssa, Sam Decides they really do need Gabriels help. But when Sam goes missing, Dean goes on a man hunt to find his brother, and Castiel uses this time to try and straighten out their relashionship
Spoilers: General Supernatural stuff.
Notes: Um, None really, other then enjoy!

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"Was I just jealous, bitter and cold? The sins i committed, the lies that I told. Had no respect for you, Only myself. A memeory I'm not so fond of as well, and I can honestly say I was wrong; so can you forgive me so I can move on"

"So different, so different than you. So different than you are. I know it's sad but true. So different, I'm no different than you."
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Sam wanted to knock his head off the nearest wall until he bled to death; this was getting to be too much.

They had looked through every book they owned, page by page, cover to cover. Still, they were no closer to figuring out how to fight Lucifer then they had before they started reading; Sam was getting tiered. Dean was close to cracking, he knew Cas was the only reason Dean hadn’t run of to say yes already; Angels could be scary when angry, or so Dean had found out when he joked about accepting Michael.

Sam figured there was something going on between the two, but he didn’t bring it up; Dean would tell him when he was ready. Which, knowing the mule headed hunter, would be when everything fell apart and he couldn’t hold anything back anymore. Sam just didn’t like being lied too, he knew what his brother did when he said him and Cas were going to get food, or getting fresh air, or new books; it took them to long to get back.

Sam knew they needed help, hell, they needed lots of help. Dean was just to mule headed to accept any help outside the family, and be damned if he would ask Gabriel for advice, which was why Sam had decided he’d go ask himself. He knew it would be a waste of time, but Gabriel had stopped Lucifer from taking him, and saved Alyssa, even if it meant interfering in his brothers war.

He sighed and grabbed his lap top, Dean was on his own, checking some things out.

“Hey man, I need to get some fresh air, take a walk, my brain needs a break. This is a lot of research, even for me.” Sam streghed and stood up.

“Sure thing, just be back before dark, Sammy.”

“Yes mother.”

“Bitch…”

“Jerk.”

Sam grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair, slipping it on and walking out into the fresh night air. It was a bit chilly and he pulled his arms into his chest, rubbing his arms, trying to stay warm. He did only intend to have a walk, just walk down the street, then head back; maybe grab some star bucks. Somehow though, he ended up hotwiring a car and taking of, watching the city limits grow smaller in his review mirror.

He was going to see Gabriel.

God he was an idiot.

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He remembered where he lived, knew the exact apartment, the exact number, 734.

He sat on the hood of the car, staring up at the apartment building, wondering if this was such a good idea; Gabriel didn’t exactly like them very much. He had locked them in a TV world, trying to make them say yes, and he had killed Dean over one hundred times. He had saved Sam’s life though, and he was only doing what he thought was right. Then again, him doing what’s right, and them asking for his help, and what he decide helping them was. He could bash his brains in and say that helped.

Sam sighed and rubbed his temple where a migraine was slowly forming.

This was all too much stress, to much for one person to handle. Yeah, Dean had problems, what he had done in hell; he had done it out of desperation. Sam, he had raised Lucifer; on purpose. Sure, he didn’t know he was raising the devil, but that was only because he’d been to pigheaded to listen to Dean or Bobby; he wanted to save the world. Instead he had damned it; everyone who died did so because of him.

Maybe bashing his brains in wasn’t such a bad idea.

Sam made up his mind then and pushed away from the stolen vehicle, and moved towards the building. He didn’t bother bussing, he picked the lock and moved towards the elevator, then thought twice about that too and chose the chairs; he didn’t mind the walk. For all he knew Gabriel knew he was coming, and getting trapped in an elevator that could kill him wasn’t his idea of a good time; could Gabriel know he was here, did Cas’ sigils block that?

He climbed the seven flights of stairs and opened the door to the seventh floor, and headed towards Gabriel’s apartment, stopping in front of it, hand raised to knock; was this really such a good idea? He took a deep breath and slowly raked his knuckles against the door, softly, then a bit louder. When no sound came from the room he sighed and turned to leave, when the lock clicked and opened.

Sam turned around to see Gabriel staring at him, eyebrows raised.

“I didn’t expect it to be you, Sammy boy.” He flashed a grin, but his eyes held a wary cautious look.

Gabriel stood three or four inches shorter then Sam. He had sandy blonde hair, darker in some parts then others, it reached his shoulders and curled at the bottom; it was also tucked behind his ear. He had light, honey brown eyes which seemed to have a little green mixed in with them. He wore baggy blue jeans, a maroon button down shirt and a dark denim jacket. Sam wondered if he rarely changed his clothes, or if he had need to; Cas didn’t seem to.

“You just going to stand there and check me out, or are you going to come in?” he waggled his eyebrows and Sam bit back a snap, his ears turning pink with heat.

He moved out of the doorway, popping a grape sucker into his mouth, and Sam followed him in.

The apartment was a bachelor pad, with the living room as the central space. There was a door leading off to a bedroom, and another door next to it, leading to the bathroom. The kitchen was tucked into the corner, and separated by an open wall. There was a sliding glass door leading to a huge balcony overlooking the city; a beautiful view. The living room was painted a deep blue with lighter blue trimmings.

There was a crimson couch, plush and comfortable, with a matching recliner, turned diagonally so you could watch the big screen TV which was propped up on a chestnut table. There was a matching one parallel to it, and a love seat positioned on the opposite side of the couch, and tilted for comfort as well. It was a set, and they all were comfortable. A bookshelf was near the sliding glass door, filled with old texts and some newer ones as well.

There were no pictures on the walls, but there were a few more plants then there had been before, some fern and some cacti. There was also a card table shoved near the kitchen and a few chairs pushed in neatly.

“So, what brings you to my humble abode?” Gabriel plopped down on the couch, stretching out and putting his hands behind his head, sucker moving back and forth in his mouth.

Sam couldn’t help but watch the stick move.

“I…” Sam rubbed the back of his neck, not sure how he should approach the subject.

“Start by taking a seat, and stop looking so vulnerable.”

“I do not look vulnerable.” Sam countered.

“What ever you say kiddo.” He shrugged and went back to watching Sam.

Had he been watching him the whole time? Of course he had, Sam was acting like the stupid teenaged boy who was trying to ask his best friend to the prom.

“Look, Dean and I, we’ve been…researching, trying are hardest to fix this mess we made.” Sam started.

“Uh huh, continue.”

Sam took a deep breath.

“But, it’s getting us nowhere, we don’t know where to start, we don’t know anything about any of this…”

“Just spit it out.” Gabriel pushed, his tone still playful.

“We need your help, and Deans to proud to admit it, and I was hesitant because last time we asked we got stuck in TV land.” Sam blurted out before he could catch his tongue. “And I know you don’t want to get in the middle of the war between you’re brothers, hell I wouldn’t want to get between Dean and anyone if they were fighting, but sometimes that’s what you have to do. Sometimes Family’s wrong, and you need to help them see that, to stop them; don’t let them fall.”

“How’d that work out for Dean?” Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“That was my fault, because I was to pig headed to see I was being used by Ruby, and I know I fucked up, I know I should be hung up by my ankles and beaten black and blue, then some more.”

Gabriel stared at him, sat up, removing the sucker from his mouth with a tiny pop and stared at him.

“Okay, how about this, we play a little game, you win the game I’ll help you, you loose the same, you say yes to Lucifer.”

Sam stared at him and swallowed.

“What’s the game?”

“Hmm, three, trials.” Gabriel tapped his chin, sticking the sucker back in his mouth as he mauled it over, and then slipped it out once more. “Three different stages, if you can take the trials without saying yes to Lucifer, then I’ll help you out, but if you fail and say yes, then well, you loose.”

“Is this going to be another one of you’re tricks?”

The sparkle in Gabriel’s eyes answered that question.

“I’m not so eager to get all chubby with my bro, I did steal his Fate.”

Sam nodded.

“But, I can find him if you loose.”

Sam nodded again.

“What are the trials?”

“Loneliness, embarrassment, and confrontation.”

Damn angels and their damn cryptic talk.

Sam swallowed once more and nodded.

“We have a deal Sammy, boy?”

Sam nodded for the fourth time.