Dean Gets A Clue [Sam/Gabriel]
Title: Dean Gets A Clue
Author:casiedearestfic
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: PG
Warnings: Unbeta'd, None (Unless you are offended by a particularly marked-up Sammy)
Words: 900
Summary: Sam dissapears for a few hours. And when he comes back, Dean finally realizes what he's been doing!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the boys. All characters belong to respective copyrights.krystalicekitsu has recently written somewhat of a campanion piece to this, called Fodder For Thought. Check that out if you want to see the tables turned!
Dean was laying on his bed, fully clothed, anxiously wondering where Sam was. He had left at least six hours ago, saying he just needed to get out for a bit. His relief could have killed him when Sam finally walked through the door of their cheap motel room. He was stumbling slightly, not drunk, but far from sober. Dean wanted to get up and pull him close, tell him that he had been worried sick. But of course, he wouldn't. Instead, he surpressed his joy and made an attempt at normality.
"Where you been, Sammy?" He made sure his voice was casual and low. He watched as Sam's face turned a deep shade of red. He could tell Sam didn't want to talk about it. But seeing that look on his face....well, Dean knew this was gonna be something he couldn't resist. He smirked a little now, as he repeated his question.
"Uh, just...out. You know. Like...nothing..." Sam continued his mumbling, and Dean silently checked over Sam's body. It was a habit that had become second nature to him. He was always worrying for Sam's safety, and his little brother wasn't always exactly honest when it came down to injuries or troubles. Dean moved his eyes up Sam's legs. He didn't seem to have a limp, or any tears in his jeans. His posture seemed normal, no blood on his shirt. But, there was...something. On the left side of his neck. A deep red bruise. And if Dean didn't know any better, he would have thought...
"Hey, Sammy!" Dean was grinning fully now. "Dude...you do know you have a huge hickey on your neck, right?"
Sam's face flashed bright red, and he looked almost angry momentarily. He started digging through his bag, finding clean clothes. Dean watched amused as Sam yanked his tshirt up over his head, letting it fall to the floor.
"It's not a hickey, okay?" Sam's voice was unsure and loud. An obvious mixture of anger and embarassment. Dean watched him pick up the pile of clean clothes and head toward the bathroom. His smile only grew bigger when he noticed the scratches running down Sam's back. They were, quite obviously, not from any fight.
Dean turned the volume of the television up as the sound of the running shower filled the room. The combination of sounds made it almost impossible to hear the sound of a new arrival in the room. Almost. But not quite.
He sat up as he noticed that Gabriel had appeared on the other side of Sam's bed.
"Well, well. What have I done to deserve the company of not one, but two young Winchester men tonight?" Gabriel grinned, as if he thought this was hilarious. He left a plastic bag on the small table by the door, before quickly dissapearing again.
Dean felt his eyebrows raise, an expression wasted on an empty room. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know what was in that bag. Then he remembered Gabriel's words. And the realization hit him, that he must have been with Sam at some point. He got up quickly, and crossed the room, opening the bag. No one had told him not to. He discovered two things inside it. One was Sam's jacket. The other...Sam's watch. Dean was frusterated by the fact that this was only confusing him more. What the hell had Sam done?
He quickly put the things back into the bag as he heard the shower turn off. Returning to his spot on the bed, he put the pieces together in his mind. His thoughts were broken when he felt his phone vibrate in his pants pocket. He flipped open his screen, discovering that he had just been sent a photo. From Sam. It took a second to load, and once it finally did, Dean wasn't sure if he even wanted to be seeing it.
Gabriel. Naked. Laying against Sam's chest. Naked. One of Sam's arms wrapped around the archangel, the other obviously holding the camera, as he took the picture. Of himself. And Gabriel. Naked.
Dean jumped slightly as he heard the Bathroom door open. He slid his phone back into his pocket, and tried to keep his eyes focused on the television as Sam emerged from a cloud of hot steam.
"Dude, I think I might have just broken my stupid phone." Sam sounded even more frusterated now. "I left it in my pants pocket. Then when I was getting dressed, I stepped on my pants. And...obviously, my phone. Now a bunch of buttons are jammed."
Dean bit back a grin as he caught sight of that passionate red bruise across Sam's neck.
"Hey, uh, Gabriel was here." Dean used all his power to keep from laughing as he saw the way Sam's entire body stiffened and flushed. Sam noticed the bag on the table, and obviously knew what it contained, without even having to look.
"Oh. Yeah. Okay." Sam could barely stutter out those few words.
Dean smiled as he observed Sam putting on his watch. He made a mental note to put a lock on the pictures of himself and Cas.
-Fin-
Author:casiedearestfic
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: PG
Warnings: Unbeta'd, None (Unless you are offended by a particularly marked-up Sammy)
Words: 900
Summary: Sam dissapears for a few hours. And when he comes back, Dean finally realizes what he's been doing!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the boys. All characters belong to respective copyrights.krystalicekitsu has recently written somewhat of a campanion piece to this, called Fodder For Thought. Check that out if you want to see the tables turned!
Dean was laying on his bed, fully clothed, anxiously wondering where Sam was. He had left at least six hours ago, saying he just needed to get out for a bit. His relief could have killed him when Sam finally walked through the door of their cheap motel room. He was stumbling slightly, not drunk, but far from sober. Dean wanted to get up and pull him close, tell him that he had been worried sick. But of course, he wouldn't. Instead, he surpressed his joy and made an attempt at normality.
"Where you been, Sammy?" He made sure his voice was casual and low. He watched as Sam's face turned a deep shade of red. He could tell Sam didn't want to talk about it. But seeing that look on his face....well, Dean knew this was gonna be something he couldn't resist. He smirked a little now, as he repeated his question.
"Uh, just...out. You know. Like...nothing..." Sam continued his mumbling, and Dean silently checked over Sam's body. It was a habit that had become second nature to him. He was always worrying for Sam's safety, and his little brother wasn't always exactly honest when it came down to injuries or troubles. Dean moved his eyes up Sam's legs. He didn't seem to have a limp, or any tears in his jeans. His posture seemed normal, no blood on his shirt. But, there was...something. On the left side of his neck. A deep red bruise. And if Dean didn't know any better, he would have thought...
"Hey, Sammy!" Dean was grinning fully now. "Dude...you do know you have a huge hickey on your neck, right?"
Sam's face flashed bright red, and he looked almost angry momentarily. He started digging through his bag, finding clean clothes. Dean watched amused as Sam yanked his tshirt up over his head, letting it fall to the floor.
"It's not a hickey, okay?" Sam's voice was unsure and loud. An obvious mixture of anger and embarassment. Dean watched him pick up the pile of clean clothes and head toward the bathroom. His smile only grew bigger when he noticed the scratches running down Sam's back. They were, quite obviously, not from any fight.
Dean turned the volume of the television up as the sound of the running shower filled the room. The combination of sounds made it almost impossible to hear the sound of a new arrival in the room. Almost. But not quite.
He sat up as he noticed that Gabriel had appeared on the other side of Sam's bed.
"Well, well. What have I done to deserve the company of not one, but two young Winchester men tonight?" Gabriel grinned, as if he thought this was hilarious. He left a plastic bag on the small table by the door, before quickly dissapearing again.
Dean felt his eyebrows raise, an expression wasted on an empty room. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know what was in that bag. Then he remembered Gabriel's words. And the realization hit him, that he must have been with Sam at some point. He got up quickly, and crossed the room, opening the bag. No one had told him not to. He discovered two things inside it. One was Sam's jacket. The other...Sam's watch. Dean was frusterated by the fact that this was only confusing him more. What the hell had Sam done?
He quickly put the things back into the bag as he heard the shower turn off. Returning to his spot on the bed, he put the pieces together in his mind. His thoughts were broken when he felt his phone vibrate in his pants pocket. He flipped open his screen, discovering that he had just been sent a photo. From Sam. It took a second to load, and once it finally did, Dean wasn't sure if he even wanted to be seeing it.
Gabriel. Naked. Laying against Sam's chest. Naked. One of Sam's arms wrapped around the archangel, the other obviously holding the camera, as he took the picture. Of himself. And Gabriel. Naked.
Dean jumped slightly as he heard the Bathroom door open. He slid his phone back into his pocket, and tried to keep his eyes focused on the television as Sam emerged from a cloud of hot steam.
"Dude, I think I might have just broken my stupid phone." Sam sounded even more frusterated now. "I left it in my pants pocket. Then when I was getting dressed, I stepped on my pants. And...obviously, my phone. Now a bunch of buttons are jammed."
Dean bit back a grin as he caught sight of that passionate red bruise across Sam's neck.
"Hey, uh, Gabriel was here." Dean used all his power to keep from laughing as he saw the way Sam's entire body stiffened and flushed. Sam noticed the bag on the table, and obviously knew what it contained, without even having to look.
"Oh. Yeah. Okay." Sam could barely stutter out those few words.
Dean smiled as he observed Sam putting on his watch. He made a mental note to put a lock on the pictures of himself and Cas.
-Fin-