SPN: Mistakes We Make 27
A/N: This one is pretty much fluff, with a bit of smut thrown in for good measure. Check the final author’s note at the end.
Warnings: Gabriel being Gabriel, the others being mean (in Gabriel’s view), blowjob, sandwich (Gabby’s getting over his issues), cavity-inducing sweetness.
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The purchase of the house went smoothly, and soon the three were going through their new residence, figuring out what could be fixed, what needed to be replaced, and what colours they wanted to paint the walls.
“Tangerine,” Gabriel declared as they stood in the living room. Castiel and Dean looked at him for a moment. “What? Perfectly good colour.”
“I motion that Gabriel not be allowed to choose colour schemes,” Dean deadpanned.
“Seconded,” Castiel nodded.
“Motion carried.”
“Awww…”
“The beauty of living in a democracy,” Dean shrugged. “We’ve always got a tie-breaker.”
“I can think of something more fun to do with ties,” Gabriel leered at him. Dean shuddered.
“That look should be illegal.”
“It is,” Cas commented as he wandered into the next room.
It took a while, but eventually they decided on more normal colours for the house. They gave in and let Gabriel choose to paint the bedroom walls each a different colour, though he hadn’t told them which colours yet.
The back garden was fairly small, but Castiel liked it. There was a lot of green, and he immediately decided that he wanted to learn how to take care of it properly. It was also enclosed, which led to Gabriel getting down on his knees, folding his hands in front of his chest and begging for a puppy.
“Gabriel,” Castiel sighed and closed his eyes. “No. You’re not getting a puppy.”
“But I’ll feed it and walk it and clean its messes! Please, Cas!”
“No.”
“Fine,” Gabriel pouted for a moment, then turned to Dean.
“No,” Dean spoke before Gabriel could even open his mouth. “I’m not buying you one either.”
“Hmmph,” Gabriel got up and wandered back into the house. Dean then turned to Castiel, a resigned look on his face.
“We’ll be getting him one for Christmas, won’t we?”
“Yep,” Castiel sighed. “Just don’t tell him that.”
-MWM-
Over the next few weeks Gabriel became swamped with work, Castiel settled into his new routine of studying and cleaning the old apartment, and Dean got to work on the house. The lease on the apartment wasn’t quite up yet, but they used the time to get their new home ready for occupation.
Dean frequently came back to the apartment exhausted from manual labour, and Gabriel was working late a lot, which meant that there wasn’t much further exploration in the bedroom. All three were about ready to explode from the sexual build-up, which hadn’t previously been a problem. Now that they’d had a proper taste, however, and Gabriel was finding himself more at ease around Dean, they wanted to be able to spend a day in bed together, figuring out how they all fit in.
Castiel lasted two weeks, before coming home one day to find Dean in the shower. He made up his mind and walked on in, stripping as he did so. He was going to miss this shower - it had been privy to a few of his fondest memories.
“Cas?” Dean was taken by surprise as the stall door was opened, and Castiel slid to his knees. “Wha- oh. Oh, go right ahead.”
“I plan to,” Cas muttered, then reached out to stroke and lap at Dean’s cock, bringing him to hardness quickly. He stroked himself at the same time, enjoying the feeling of Dean’s hands running through his hair, sometimes grasping tight and pulling, mostly just stroking along his scalp.
Soon, Dean gripped Castiel’s head tighter, hips moving of their own accord, and he came in Cas’ mouth, watching as his lover easily swallowed it down. He then grabbed Castiel’s upper arms and hauled him up, sinking to his own knees to return the favour.
When Gabriel came home late that night, it was to find Dean finishing up cooking dinner, with Cas sitting on the counter getting in the way. He had to laugh at the sight of them, then moved forwards and caught Dean in a hug from behind.
“Evening, wifey!”
“I’m not your wife,” Dean tried to glare, but was difficult when Cas was laughing at him, and Gabriel was nuzzling between his shoulder blades.
“You’re cooking my dinner, the pair of you are doing the housework, I’m the one earning most of the income… that makes the pair of you my wives.” He presented it as though it was perfectly logical, and Castiel shrugged.
“Fair enough. Speaking of housework, Dean finished the last of the painting today. So we can move in this weekend.”
“Yay!” Gabriel hugged Dean tighter again, making him roll his eyes.
“You’re an overgrown child, aren’t you?” He managed to escape the hug to finish cooking.
“Pretty much,” Gabriel admitted.
-MWM-
“You’re sure about this?” Dean whispered, suddenly nervous.
“Positive,” Gabriel nodded, stepping back and stripping out of his shirt. “I want to do this.”
“Sounds good to me,” Castiel grinned, tugging on Dean’s pants. “We’ve gotta break in the bedroom sometime.”
Dean smiled back, and joined the others in undressing. While they’d spoken about group sex before, they’d never actually gone through with it. Now Gabriel had decided that he was going to go through with it, and it was usually not worth the effort to change his mind when he was determined.
While Dean grabbed the lubrication, Gabriel and Castiel lay down sideways across their large bed, Gabriel cuddling into his little brother’s chest. He wanted this, yes, but he was still nervous. Having Castiel here would go a long way to easing him back into it. Cas’ hands were running along his skin, rubbing his back and caressing his chest. Soon he was returning the affection, kissing Castiel as Dean started caressing both their arses and laying kisses along their hips and legs.
When he felt that Gabriel was relaxed enough to continue, Dean slowly started rubbing his slick fingers against both men’s holes, pressing in once he felt them pressing back against him. He was relieved to notice that Gabriel only had a little more hesitation than Castiel, and it wasn’t long before he was stretching both men, taking care not to hurt either of them.
Gabriel did his best to relax against the intrusion, something made easier by the feel of Castiel rubbing against him, arms wrapped tightly around him. He could feel Dean’s fingers moving inside him, twisting, stretching and searching.
“Fuck, that’s it!” Castiel muttered, fingers digging into Gabriel’s back as Dean found his prostate and started rubbing against it as he continued stretching him. Gabriel nipped at Cas’ shoulder, whining a little as Dean found the right angle for him as well.
“Damn, no wonder you got paid for this,” Gabe ground out. “You’re good!”
“Just good?” Dean grinned, not taking offense at the comment. “I can do better than that, I’m sure.”
“Shut up and get on with it!” Castiel ordered, throwing one leg over Gabriel’s waist. Gabriel looked over at Dean and nodded - he was ready, they could do this.
“Okay,” Dean withdrew from both of them, and Castiel rolled over onto his back, shoving a pillow under his hips to help with access. He didn’t mind the discomfort this position gave, as long as he got to watch Gabriel and Dean’s faces. Gabriel crawled above Castiel, easily settling between the spread legs which then came up to hook around him. He pressed forwards gently, guided by Dean, and was soon buried inside his little brother.
“You okay?” Gabriel asked. It had been quite a while since they’d last done this together, after all.
“Shut the fuck up,” Cas growled. “Dean, get in him so we can have fun again.”
“Bossy,” Dean laughed, unable to contain his joy at the whole situation. He climbed up onto his knees, one hand rubbing Gabriel’s back as he guided himself into his older lover.
Gabriel tensed briefly at the intrusion, but forced himself to relax and breathe. Dean was going slowly, stroking his back at the same time, and Castiel was running his hands over Gabriel’s chest. He knew that Cas wouldn’t let him get hurt again, and Dean had done everything he could to make up for what had happened. They could do this, they could enjoy themselves.
Eventually, Dean came to rest inside Gabriel, then reached around him to wrap a hand around Castiel’s neglected erection, drawing a pleased-sounding hum from him.
“Will you fucking move?” Castiel muttered after a moment, kicking lightly at whoever he could reach at the odd angle. This just caused both other men to laugh, then they set about trying to find the best way to move.
It did take a few minutes, but soon Dean had taken control, his thrusts into Gabriel causing the oldest to thrust into Castiel. Dean kept up his strokes to Cas’ cock, watching as both Novaks started to come undone.
Gabriel was letting out small moans of pleasure, the stimulation nearly too much to bear. He could only just manage the concentration to rest his hands on Castiel’s chest, digging in with his fingers now and then, happy to go with the flow for the first time in a long time. Castiel was rather more vocal about his enjoyment of the situation, as he always had been, and ran his hands over every bit of skin he could reach, on both his lovers.
With Dean’s cock brushing his prostate and Castiel’s muscles clenching around his own dick, Gabriel was the first to give in to pleasure. He threw his head back, resting it on Dean’s shoulder as he whimpered and gasped, muscles tightening as he came. Feeling this, knowing that he’d had a part in causing it, tipped Dean over the edge just a few heartbeats after. He bent his neck slightly and bit into Gabriel’s shoulder, unable to hold back from it. The two had just enough awareness to both reach down, stroking Castiel at the same time. It wasn’t long before he was arching his back, shouting their names as he found his own climax.
The three collapsed in a pile on the bed, Gabriel content with his place between Castiel and Dean. He could feel someone - he wasn’t sure which exactly - pressing kisses to his skin, and smiled.
“Well,” he started, then paused for breath. “Well, I think the bedroom’s well and truly broken in, yes?”
“Yeah,” Dean nodded.
“Yep,” Castiel agreed against Gabriel’s skin, revealing who was still kissing him. “Next we break in the bathroom. Shower should be big enough to shag in.”
“You’re insatiable,” Gabriel muttered, feeling Dean’s chest shake with laughter behind him.
“You hadn’t figured that out by now?” Castiel replied cheekily, to simultaneous groans from the others.
“Cas,” Dean muttered, snuggling into Gabriel some more. “Shut up and let us sleep. Talk later.”
“As you wish,” Cas smiled, curling into Gabriel’s arms.
-MWM-
Gabriel awoke to the feeling of someone licking his face. While this wasn’t altogether unfamiliar, it was rather odd, and the breath was definitely wrong. Same with the length of the tongue. So he opened his eyes to shout at whoever was molesting him in his sleep.
What he saw changed his mind completely. There was a small puppy sitting on his pillow, licking his face and wagging its tail. Gabriel sat up suddenly, scooping the dog up and cuddling it close. He looked around and saw Dean and Castiel, leaning against the wall with an arm around each other, watching at him.
“You got me a puppy!” Gabriel beamed at them, unable to believe it.
“Yep,” Cas grinned back. “Now the yard’s fixed up, we know there’s no holes in the fence, and, well… we love you.”
“We know you’ll take care of it,” Dean continued. “So why not give you what you want?”
Gabriel looked down at the puppy, which wasn’t much bigger than his hand. It was clearly old enough to be away from its mother, but was still tiny.
“What sort is it?”
“Jack Russell Terrier,” Dean shrugged. “It’ll have about as much energy as you do, and doesn’t require much grooming.”
“Excellent! Does it have a name?” Gabriel had already started playing with the puppy, only giving his lovers half of his attention.
“Not yet,” Castiel was holding back laughter. “He’s a boy. Need to wait a few months before we can get him desexed, but he’s already microchipped.”
“Hmm… How about Toffee?” Gabriel scratched at a toffee-coloured patch on the dog’s back. Dean rolled his eyes, but said nothing.
“He’s your dog,” Cas said, resigned. “If you want to call him Toffee…”
“I do,” Gabriel nodded, then left the puppy on the bed to go and thank his lovers properly. He kissed each of them thoroughly, making sure they knew how much he appreciated them. Then, naturally, he grabbed Toffee and ran out of the bedroom to give the dog a guided tour of the house and garden.
“I think he likes it,” Castiel grinned up at Dean.
“Yeah,” he grinned back, bending his neck to capture Cas’ lips himself. “We did good.”
-MWM-
A/N: We’ve crossed the 50K mark - not counting author’s notes and warnings and such! Woot! And… I’m not sure what else needs to be done after this chapter. There’s something that could be the basis for a follow-up, and the Sam issue wasn’t really resolved… but that happens in life all the time. If there’s something that I haven’t cleared up, let me know and I’ll put it in an epilogue, otherwise consider this the final chapter.
…I feel sad now. Ah well, off to work on Vessel Hunters… and figure out what to write for the Dean/Gabriel Mini-Bang. Any suggestions?
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Warnings: Gabriel being Gabriel, the others being mean (in Gabriel’s view), blowjob, sandwich (Gabby’s getting over his issues), cavity-inducing sweetness.
-MWM-
The purchase of the house went smoothly, and soon the three were going through their new residence, figuring out what could be fixed, what needed to be replaced, and what colours they wanted to paint the walls.
“Tangerine,” Gabriel declared as they stood in the living room. Castiel and Dean looked at him for a moment. “What? Perfectly good colour.”
“I motion that Gabriel not be allowed to choose colour schemes,” Dean deadpanned.
“Seconded,” Castiel nodded.
“Motion carried.”
“Awww…”
“The beauty of living in a democracy,” Dean shrugged. “We’ve always got a tie-breaker.”
“I can think of something more fun to do with ties,” Gabriel leered at him. Dean shuddered.
“That look should be illegal.”
“It is,” Cas commented as he wandered into the next room.
It took a while, but eventually they decided on more normal colours for the house. They gave in and let Gabriel choose to paint the bedroom walls each a different colour, though he hadn’t told them which colours yet.
The back garden was fairly small, but Castiel liked it. There was a lot of green, and he immediately decided that he wanted to learn how to take care of it properly. It was also enclosed, which led to Gabriel getting down on his knees, folding his hands in front of his chest and begging for a puppy.
“Gabriel,” Castiel sighed and closed his eyes. “No. You’re not getting a puppy.”
“But I’ll feed it and walk it and clean its messes! Please, Cas!”
“No.”
“Fine,” Gabriel pouted for a moment, then turned to Dean.
“No,” Dean spoke before Gabriel could even open his mouth. “I’m not buying you one either.”
“Hmmph,” Gabriel got up and wandered back into the house. Dean then turned to Castiel, a resigned look on his face.
“We’ll be getting him one for Christmas, won’t we?”
“Yep,” Castiel sighed. “Just don’t tell him that.”
-MWM-
Over the next few weeks Gabriel became swamped with work, Castiel settled into his new routine of studying and cleaning the old apartment, and Dean got to work on the house. The lease on the apartment wasn’t quite up yet, but they used the time to get their new home ready for occupation.
Dean frequently came back to the apartment exhausted from manual labour, and Gabriel was working late a lot, which meant that there wasn’t much further exploration in the bedroom. All three were about ready to explode from the sexual build-up, which hadn’t previously been a problem. Now that they’d had a proper taste, however, and Gabriel was finding himself more at ease around Dean, they wanted to be able to spend a day in bed together, figuring out how they all fit in.
Castiel lasted two weeks, before coming home one day to find Dean in the shower. He made up his mind and walked on in, stripping as he did so. He was going to miss this shower - it had been privy to a few of his fondest memories.
“Cas?” Dean was taken by surprise as the stall door was opened, and Castiel slid to his knees. “Wha- oh. Oh, go right ahead.”
“I plan to,” Cas muttered, then reached out to stroke and lap at Dean’s cock, bringing him to hardness quickly. He stroked himself at the same time, enjoying the feeling of Dean’s hands running through his hair, sometimes grasping tight and pulling, mostly just stroking along his scalp.
Soon, Dean gripped Castiel’s head tighter, hips moving of their own accord, and he came in Cas’ mouth, watching as his lover easily swallowed it down. He then grabbed Castiel’s upper arms and hauled him up, sinking to his own knees to return the favour.
When Gabriel came home late that night, it was to find Dean finishing up cooking dinner, with Cas sitting on the counter getting in the way. He had to laugh at the sight of them, then moved forwards and caught Dean in a hug from behind.
“Evening, wifey!”
“I’m not your wife,” Dean tried to glare, but was difficult when Cas was laughing at him, and Gabriel was nuzzling between his shoulder blades.
“You’re cooking my dinner, the pair of you are doing the housework, I’m the one earning most of the income… that makes the pair of you my wives.” He presented it as though it was perfectly logical, and Castiel shrugged.
“Fair enough. Speaking of housework, Dean finished the last of the painting today. So we can move in this weekend.”
“Yay!” Gabriel hugged Dean tighter again, making him roll his eyes.
“You’re an overgrown child, aren’t you?” He managed to escape the hug to finish cooking.
“Pretty much,” Gabriel admitted.
-MWM-
“You’re sure about this?” Dean whispered, suddenly nervous.
“Positive,” Gabriel nodded, stepping back and stripping out of his shirt. “I want to do this.”
“Sounds good to me,” Castiel grinned, tugging on Dean’s pants. “We’ve gotta break in the bedroom sometime.”
Dean smiled back, and joined the others in undressing. While they’d spoken about group sex before, they’d never actually gone through with it. Now Gabriel had decided that he was going to go through with it, and it was usually not worth the effort to change his mind when he was determined.
While Dean grabbed the lubrication, Gabriel and Castiel lay down sideways across their large bed, Gabriel cuddling into his little brother’s chest. He wanted this, yes, but he was still nervous. Having Castiel here would go a long way to easing him back into it. Cas’ hands were running along his skin, rubbing his back and caressing his chest. Soon he was returning the affection, kissing Castiel as Dean started caressing both their arses and laying kisses along their hips and legs.
When he felt that Gabriel was relaxed enough to continue, Dean slowly started rubbing his slick fingers against both men’s holes, pressing in once he felt them pressing back against him. He was relieved to notice that Gabriel only had a little more hesitation than Castiel, and it wasn’t long before he was stretching both men, taking care not to hurt either of them.
Gabriel did his best to relax against the intrusion, something made easier by the feel of Castiel rubbing against him, arms wrapped tightly around him. He could feel Dean’s fingers moving inside him, twisting, stretching and searching.
“Fuck, that’s it!” Castiel muttered, fingers digging into Gabriel’s back as Dean found his prostate and started rubbing against it as he continued stretching him. Gabriel nipped at Cas’ shoulder, whining a little as Dean found the right angle for him as well.
“Damn, no wonder you got paid for this,” Gabe ground out. “You’re good!”
“Just good?” Dean grinned, not taking offense at the comment. “I can do better than that, I’m sure.”
“Shut up and get on with it!” Castiel ordered, throwing one leg over Gabriel’s waist. Gabriel looked over at Dean and nodded - he was ready, they could do this.
“Okay,” Dean withdrew from both of them, and Castiel rolled over onto his back, shoving a pillow under his hips to help with access. He didn’t mind the discomfort this position gave, as long as he got to watch Gabriel and Dean’s faces. Gabriel crawled above Castiel, easily settling between the spread legs which then came up to hook around him. He pressed forwards gently, guided by Dean, and was soon buried inside his little brother.
“You okay?” Gabriel asked. It had been quite a while since they’d last done this together, after all.
“Shut the fuck up,” Cas growled. “Dean, get in him so we can have fun again.”
“Bossy,” Dean laughed, unable to contain his joy at the whole situation. He climbed up onto his knees, one hand rubbing Gabriel’s back as he guided himself into his older lover.
Gabriel tensed briefly at the intrusion, but forced himself to relax and breathe. Dean was going slowly, stroking his back at the same time, and Castiel was running his hands over Gabriel’s chest. He knew that Cas wouldn’t let him get hurt again, and Dean had done everything he could to make up for what had happened. They could do this, they could enjoy themselves.
Eventually, Dean came to rest inside Gabriel, then reached around him to wrap a hand around Castiel’s neglected erection, drawing a pleased-sounding hum from him.
“Will you fucking move?” Castiel muttered after a moment, kicking lightly at whoever he could reach at the odd angle. This just caused both other men to laugh, then they set about trying to find the best way to move.
It did take a few minutes, but soon Dean had taken control, his thrusts into Gabriel causing the oldest to thrust into Castiel. Dean kept up his strokes to Cas’ cock, watching as both Novaks started to come undone.
Gabriel was letting out small moans of pleasure, the stimulation nearly too much to bear. He could only just manage the concentration to rest his hands on Castiel’s chest, digging in with his fingers now and then, happy to go with the flow for the first time in a long time. Castiel was rather more vocal about his enjoyment of the situation, as he always had been, and ran his hands over every bit of skin he could reach, on both his lovers.
With Dean’s cock brushing his prostate and Castiel’s muscles clenching around his own dick, Gabriel was the first to give in to pleasure. He threw his head back, resting it on Dean’s shoulder as he whimpered and gasped, muscles tightening as he came. Feeling this, knowing that he’d had a part in causing it, tipped Dean over the edge just a few heartbeats after. He bent his neck slightly and bit into Gabriel’s shoulder, unable to hold back from it. The two had just enough awareness to both reach down, stroking Castiel at the same time. It wasn’t long before he was arching his back, shouting their names as he found his own climax.
The three collapsed in a pile on the bed, Gabriel content with his place between Castiel and Dean. He could feel someone - he wasn’t sure which exactly - pressing kisses to his skin, and smiled.
“Well,” he started, then paused for breath. “Well, I think the bedroom’s well and truly broken in, yes?”
“Yeah,” Dean nodded.
“Yep,” Castiel agreed against Gabriel’s skin, revealing who was still kissing him. “Next we break in the bathroom. Shower should be big enough to shag in.”
“You’re insatiable,” Gabriel muttered, feeling Dean’s chest shake with laughter behind him.
“You hadn’t figured that out by now?” Castiel replied cheekily, to simultaneous groans from the others.
“Cas,” Dean muttered, snuggling into Gabriel some more. “Shut up and let us sleep. Talk later.”
“As you wish,” Cas smiled, curling into Gabriel’s arms.
-MWM-
Gabriel awoke to the feeling of someone licking his face. While this wasn’t altogether unfamiliar, it was rather odd, and the breath was definitely wrong. Same with the length of the tongue. So he opened his eyes to shout at whoever was molesting him in his sleep.
What he saw changed his mind completely. There was a small puppy sitting on his pillow, licking his face and wagging its tail. Gabriel sat up suddenly, scooping the dog up and cuddling it close. He looked around and saw Dean and Castiel, leaning against the wall with an arm around each other, watching at him.
“You got me a puppy!” Gabriel beamed at them, unable to believe it.
“Yep,” Cas grinned back. “Now the yard’s fixed up, we know there’s no holes in the fence, and, well… we love you.”
“We know you’ll take care of it,” Dean continued. “So why not give you what you want?”
Gabriel looked down at the puppy, which wasn’t much bigger than his hand. It was clearly old enough to be away from its mother, but was still tiny.
“What sort is it?”
“Jack Russell Terrier,” Dean shrugged. “It’ll have about as much energy as you do, and doesn’t require much grooming.”
“Excellent! Does it have a name?” Gabriel had already started playing with the puppy, only giving his lovers half of his attention.
“Not yet,” Castiel was holding back laughter. “He’s a boy. Need to wait a few months before we can get him desexed, but he’s already microchipped.”
“Hmm… How about Toffee?” Gabriel scratched at a toffee-coloured patch on the dog’s back. Dean rolled his eyes, but said nothing.
“He’s your dog,” Cas said, resigned. “If you want to call him Toffee…”
“I do,” Gabriel nodded, then left the puppy on the bed to go and thank his lovers properly. He kissed each of them thoroughly, making sure they knew how much he appreciated them. Then, naturally, he grabbed Toffee and ran out of the bedroom to give the dog a guided tour of the house and garden.
“I think he likes it,” Castiel grinned up at Dean.
“Yeah,” he grinned back, bending his neck to capture Cas’ lips himself. “We did good.”
-MWM-
A/N: We’ve crossed the 50K mark - not counting author’s notes and warnings and such! Woot! And… I’m not sure what else needs to be done after this chapter. There’s something that could be the basis for a follow-up, and the Sam issue wasn’t really resolved… but that happens in life all the time. If there’s something that I haven’t cleared up, let me know and I’ll put it in an epilogue, otherwise consider this the final chapter.
…I feel sad now. Ah well, off to work on Vessel Hunters… and figure out what to write for the Dean/Gabriel Mini-Bang. Any suggestions?
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