Cas/Gabriel for Morganoconner
So, here's the deal. This was supposed to be straight up, Angelcestual, "Caged Heat" coda porn for morganoconner , in which Gabriel was the pizzaman from "The Pizzaman and the Babysitter."
But then the pizzaman wandered on over and spanked me with a plot.
I must have done something wrong.
Title: (Insert whatever cheesy title you want)- (Prologue)
Pairing: Castiel/Gabriel
Spoilers: 6x10, Caged Heat
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter
Warnings: unbetae'd and written in Wordpad, Angelcest
His first mistake was informing Dean that one of his reasons for frequenting Earth was that "The Pizzaman and the Babysitter" spoke to him.
At one point in time, Dean would have been amused at his honesty, if not a bit perturbed, but laughed it off. It would appear after Castiel's discovery of pornography and kissing Meg, the elder Winchester found himself unable to figure out what precisely Castiel meant, and preferred not to investigate.
Castiel was grateful for this, as Dean had the tendency to drop remarks regarding Castiel's viewing habits. For all they had been through, he doubted Dean would understand that the "Pizzaman and the Babysitter" did speak to him.
When on Earth, Castiel experienced an otherworldly tug at his Grace in any location with a television, and the now infamous pornography would flicker on screen. He stopped calling attention to it when Sam or Dean would look at each other, then at the TV, where anything but what Castiel had seen was playing, then move on.
Dean informed Castiel to put a sock on the doorknob if he arrived unannounced before the Winchesters returned.
He may not have understood the significance of the sock, but one day, Castiel deferred to Dean's experience in the area when he arrived in a motel room, alone.
On cue, the television flickered on, and the silent room was flooded with light, and the breathy pleas of the babysitter.
Castiel sat and watched, fully aware of the increasing tightness in his trousers, accompanied by the heat and familiarity tugging at his Grace. Unwittingly, his hand slipped down to his erection
"That's it," the pizzaman's voice was pitched low, seductive. "Unzip your pants. The kids are still outside. Nobody'll know."
Castiel paused, brow furrowing. He hadn't recalled that line the first time, but perhaps he had been too distracted.
"Are you honestly going to protest? It's just me and you, now. I won't tell," the man's smile was disarming enough, and Castiel slid his zipper down with a low sigh.
"We shouldn't do this," Castiel informed the pizzaman along with the babysitter. "They'll be back in any minute."
"An extra tip'll seal the deal," The pizzaman grinned, and there was something in his eyes, something unstaged, raw, and purely mischievous that made Castiel's nerves stand on end, and then there was a sharp pull on his Grace. The room flooded with a new kind of light, and the unconvincing protests of the babysitter were drowned out.
When the light faded, Castiel was no longer alone in the room. He was filled with a sense of breathless awe at the sight of the pizzaman standing before him, striped shirt untucked from unbuckled ironed slacks.
Castiel supposed the feeling he had wasn't unlike the one Dean experienced when he spoke of Dr. Sexy, MD, before he was sufficiently scarred from the TVLand experience when Gabriel-
Gabriel.
Gabriel, who had taken on the form of Dean's "idol."
Gabriel, who led the brothers to cage Lucifer through the use of Casa Erotica.
The pull he had been receiving to this particular form of entertainment, and the character he had 'learned' to kiss from standing before him. It was no coincidence.
"Gabriel," Castiel confirmed, the knowledge that his brother was somehow alive and standing before him sending his emotions into a spiral.
"Special delivery, kiddo," Gabriel grinned.
And that was when Castiel moved to punch him.
He had learned that from the Righteous Man.