SPN: Mistakes We Make 07
Summary: All-human AU. From the ages of 10 - 15, Dean and Castiel were inseparable. Then Dean's dad died, and rather than lose his brother to CPS, Dean took him and ran. Years later, Castiel's big brother Gabriel finds Dean working as a prostitute, and decides to try and help him - but does Dean want to be saved?
A/N: Due to Castiel taking over my hands during writing (and doesn't that just sound plain wrong), this is going to become a threesome with Gabriel, Dean and Cas. Not for quite a while though - it's gonna take a fair bit of effort for Cas to convince Gabriel that shagging is a good idea. And Dean re-entering their lives is a few years away yet.
Chapter rating: M Drug use, probably inaccurate description of drug withdrawal, language, attempted incest.
It didn't take much coaxing to get Castiel to sleep after the shower. In fact he stumbled over to the closest one dressed only in some sweatpants and collapsed on top of the towels, asleep nearly before his head hit the pillow. Gabriel spared him a fond smile, before dragging the blankets up over him. He'd have to wait and see what shape Castiel was in when morning came.
In the meantime, he'd catch a few hours of sleep himself. Gabriel had a feeling he'd need the energy tomorrow.
-MWM-
Gabriel woke first in the morning, and quickly showered. He came back out into the room just as Castiel began stirring, and sat down in a chair by the window to watch his brother's reactions. Gabriel was curious as to how much of the previous day would be remembered.
There was grumbling from Cas' general direction, before he managed to escape from the blankets. He looked around blearily, not seeming to register that he was in a strange room or that Gabriel was close by, eventually focusing on his bag. He stumbled over to it and started rummaging around inside, apparently looking for something.
"Looking for these?" Gabriel spoke up, holding a pill bottle he'd lifted from Castiel's pack. It contained some pretty strong amphetamines - in the name of Zachariah Heyman.
"Ugh, thanks babe," Castiel ground out, straddling Gabriel's lap and snagging the pills while his brother was still in shock. He opened the bottle with practiced ease and swallowed two pills dry before Gabriel could grab his hand.
"Hey! Castiel, look at me."
Cas did then, blinking a few times before the pounding headache allowed his eyes to focus.
"Gabriel? What are you doing here?"
"Well I've spent the past day trying to avoid having my little brother jump my bones," Gabriel commented drily. Castiel flushed slightly at that, which lightened Gabriel's heart a little.
"Sorry about that. Must've had a little too much absinthe…"
"As well as the joints and random pills from strangers?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I know about that. It's been a rather enlightening twenty-four hours."
"You… punched Lucian," Castiel blinked, apparently remembering that.
"Yeah. Dick deserved it."
"You said you'd take me away, stay with me."
"Yup. I didn't realise how screwed up things were for you here, but now I know."
Castiel stared at him, and Gabriel was reminded of how close they were yet again. He knew what was going to happen as soon as Castiel lowered his head, but there wasn't much he could do from this angle. As Cas pressed their mouths together, Gabriel started mentally bitching about overly clingy and affectionate relatives. Deciding to try something to make Cas back off, he bit down sharply on Castiel's lower lip. The only effect it seemed to have was to make Castiel whine in the back of his throat and try to get closer to him. Apparently he likes it rough, Gabriel thought even as he tried to come up with a way out of this. Gathering his strength, he finally managed to shove Castiel hard enough to send him sprawling to the floor.
"Ow! Fuck, what was that for?" Castiel muttered as he stared up at Gabriel, eyes wide.
"Shouldn't that be my line?" Gabriel tried to glare back, but was unable to hold it at Castiel's hurt look. "Cas, you're my brother, remember? Kissing and groping isn't part of the socially acceptable behaviour for siblings."
"Oh," Cas blinked. "But it's how I normally say thank you. It's how everyone showed approval or acceptance."
"So you don't remember how last night you tried to get me into the shower with you?" Gabriel asked, leaning forwards a little. "Cas, you tried to get me to sleep with you to make sure I'd stay. This isn't okay, this is royally screwed up. You can't go around using sex to get the things you want, and especially not with me. Do you understand?"
Castiel looked up at him for several seconds, before turning and crawling back to his bag. He emptied it out and found a small plastic bag with several different pills in it. Gabriel's eyes widened, and he made it over before Cas could open the bag.
"No! Cas, don't you dare swallow any of them."
"Why not?" Cas bit out, trying to keep hold of the bag. "Why do you care what I do to myself?"
"Because you're my little brother, and I don't want to see you hurting yourself!"
"But it's okay for you to hurt me?" The bitterness was almost palpable, and Gabriel winced before he could stop himself.
"In case you've forgotten," he managed to respond in an even tone, "I offered to try for a school closer to home. I offered to have you come stay with me. You said you were fine. When I realised how bad Lucian was treating you I punched him, don't you dare think that I don't care about you."
Castiel finally stopped struggling, and instead curled up on the floor, his head near to Gabriel's leg.
"I can't do this," he whispered, hand still making clutching motions towards the bag Gabriel now held. "I can't face reality without help."
"So I'll help you," Gabriel promised, running a hand through Castiel's hair. "But I won't give you drugs, and I'm not going to sleep with you."
"I can't…"
"Yes you can. You're going to detox, and I'm going to be right here with you, and then you're coming back to Los Angeles to live with me. That's how it's going to be, so stop arguing."
"…okay Gabby."
Gabriel closed his eyes and smiled at the childhood nickname. It had been something Dean started, and which Cas quickly picked up. Pondering that, Gabriel opened his eyes again, reaching out and running a hand through Castiel's hair.
If Dean had still been around, would he have ended up like this too? Would the two friends have gone down this path together? Or would they have kept each other strong, kept each other from falling like this? He'd never know now, but he did wonder whether Dean was as messed up by himself as Cas was.
-MWM-
The next four days were spent with Castiel barely able to hold down food, shivering and sweating as his body re-learned how to function without the constant stream of drugs. Gabriel was intensely glad that the withdrawal sapped Castiel's strength, otherwise he knew that his little brother would have killed him sometime during the second day. Probably with the toilet brush.
He was also glad that he'd thought to order so many buckets - they were placed so that while there was a clear line from Castiel's bed to the bathroom, it was also at most a few steps from anywhere in the main room to get to a bucket. Watching Cas throw up everything they put in his stomach was torture for Gabriel, who had never been particularly good with other people's illness to begin with.
The delusions weren't fun to deal with either. Several times Cas seemed to have an argument with someone who wasn't in the room, and Gabriel just had to let him be. When he cringed and tried to cover his head with his hands, however, Gabriel gave in and climbed into bed with him, holding him close and whispering any nonsense he could think of to drown out the other voices.
During those four days, Castiel continued to show his affection for Gabriel, though he'd stopped trying to kiss him. He did, however, lean into any contact offered, and found it easiest to sleep when Gabriel held his hand.
On the fifth day, the delusions seemed to have faded, along with most of the other symptoms. Castiel was still as weak as a newborn kitten, though Gabriel figured that was more from the lack of food than anything else. They decided to get Cas cleaned up again and try to get some food into him, so once again Gabriel helped him into the bathroom, an act which had become increasingly familiar lately.
"So, what do you want first? Shower?" Gabriel hinted. Whilst he'd been managing to clean off any vomit, Cas hadn't been able to stand upright long enough for a proper shower. Stale sweat wasn't an appealing smell to Gabriel.
"Brush teeth," Castiel whispered instead. "Think something crawled in my mouth and died there."
"Now that's a fun mental image," Gabriel rolled his eyes. He stood behind Castiel as the younger brother brushed his teeth slowly. Part way through he had to grab Castiel's hips to keep him standing upright. Cas caught his eyes in the mirror and grinned as best he could around a toothbrush.
"Bad Cas, no biscuit," Gabriel muttered, though he didn't let go. Soon enough, the dead rodent flavour was gone from Castiel's mouth, and he was more than happy to have a shower. The problem, however, was going to be keeping him upright long enough to wash.
"You could always get in with me," Cas suggested.
Gabriel sighed and hung his head, just about reaching the end of his patience. The truth was, Castiel had featured in his fantasies when they were younger, and Gabriel didn't want things to get out of control. After all, Cas was still messed up from the drugs, and Gabriel couldn't be sure that he really wanted to do this.
"Cas, please…"
"Really, would it be so bad to shower with me?" Castiel asked, pouting a little. "You could make sure that I'm clean all over."
"No," Gabriel shook his head, and instead dragged Cas out to sit in a chair by the window. "We'll just wait until you're strong enough to stand by yourself."
"You're no fun," Cas grumbled, though he fell silent as Gabriel turned on the television. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he'd become determined to get Gabriel to sleep with him. Gabriel seemed just as determined that it wouldn't happen. They'd just have to see who was the more stubborn of the pair.
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