FIC: SPN - With These Broken Wings (Take Flight) - Dean/Gabriel - 2/3
Sorry for the delay, the gaming site I participate in decided to start another event less then a week after the last one ending.
LJ: Part 1
DW: Part 1
He feels like he’s playing hide-and-seek with Dean, just when he thinks that he’s got his location nailed down he’ll disappear off his radar.
RATING: R - Because apparently Gabriel has a potty mouth
PAIRING: Dean/Gabriel, Gabriel/Michael
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, but I’ll put them back in almost the same condition I found them in.
SPOILERS: Up to and including 5.18.
SUMMARY: He feels like he’s playing hide-and-seek with Dean, just when he thinks that he’s got his location nailed down he’ll disappear off his radar.
With These Broken Wings (Take Flight) 2/3
Gabriel:
He’s not jealous.
He’s not.
It’s just that there are very few things that he believes in anymore; the sanctity of the bond that is still apparently firmly in place between himself and Michael is one of those things.
Because the thing is Michael could have broken it, Gabriel had expected him to. It would have been painful, Father would have disapproved. But once Gabriel fled Heaven he could have done it.
He could have broken the bond and moved on to someone else. Gabriel knows that there were others, many others; some of them would have been more then willing to move into his side of their bed while Gabriel was still there.
That Michael had left the bond in place; not only left it in place but continued to nurture it from what little Gabriel could see, that surprises him when few other things can.
That Dean Winchester is his Michael; might have always been his Michael is the only other thing that surprises him.
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Dean is gone in the morning, again. Gabriel wants to know where he goes, where he disappears to.
“I should be able to track him now,” Gabriel says. Sam has that pinched tight look on his face. It makes him look like a child getting ready to throw a temper tantrum; Gabriel doesn’t tell him that because he thinks that Sam might actually do it if he says it. He can’t deal with the unruly child that Dean has left him baby-sitting while trying to track down his missing bond-mate.
“I thought Castiel hid us from angel-view,” Sam says. “Also, isn’t he hiding from you,” Gabriel raises an eyebrow at the tone in Sam’s voice. It’s snide and sarcastic with a hint of ‘na-na-na-na-na na’. He’s actually kind of impressed the kid can manage to do that all in one tone.
He doesn’t have any problem beating the boy like the recalcitrant child that he’s acting like. Though Dean would most likely have problems with him having done it when he returned.
“But he’s not really human anymore, now is he,” Gabriel says. “Besides now I know what to look for and that makes things a lot easier.” And he does know what to look for.
Also, he has a feeling that when Dean leaves the house they’ve been residing in that he gives up all pretenses of hiding.
Finding him should be pretty fucking easy.
“So what? You find him and what? Drag him back here? What good is that going to do? He’ll just leave again, and he hasn’t even explicitly admitted to being Michael,” Sam says. “What’s to stop him from leaving again and just not coming back?”
“There’s ways to keep him here,” Gabriel says. And he completely has no qualms about doing any of them. If it means binding him to the house and moving himself into the room that Dean has claimed as his own then so be it.
If it means circling Dean’s bed with Holy Fire then he’ll do that too.
He’ll have to be in the bed with him of course, they’ve had their best, most productive arguments in bed. He allows himself a smirk and the wave of nostalgia.
They need to do something, because if they don’t Dean is going to run off and get himself killed and Gabriel just can’t have that; Michael wouldn’t have left the bonds in place if he hadn’t hoped that at some point Gabriel would return to him.
Dean getting himself killed doesn’t work into any of the plans that Gabriel is just beginning to form in place of the ones that he thought long buried.
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He feels like he’s playing hide-and-seek with Dean, just when he thinks that he’s got his location nailed down he’ll disappear off his radar.
He snarls when he reaches the next town, it’s small and almost on the other side of the world, Michael has completely vanished off his radar and Gabriel hadn’t even fully pinpointed his location before he’d done so.
He’s in the right town, but has no clue where to go from there. He stands in the middle of an empty street and glares at the houses on either side of him.
No one approaches him.
He doesn’t admit defeat, that’s not his style; besides there’s always the next day and the next and the next.
Gabriel can be fucking tenacious when he’s chasing after something he really wants, and eventually Michael will get tired of hiding himself so as to not be found.
Either that or Gabriel will get better at determining in what direction he’s heading before he heads there and they’ll get back in synch like they used to be and Gabriel won’t have to chase after him like a teen-age girl.
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He doesn’t need to eat, he does because Sam is making meals for himself and he looks with big puppy dog eyes at where Dean would normally be sitting across from him. Poking fun at the food and Sam’s hair.
The eyes are pitiful and Gabriel only sits there in one of the four chairs and pretends to eat food because at least Sam stops looking at him with those eyes. Castiel always looks sort of confused at it, like he doesn’t understand why Sam persists in placing plates full of food in front of him when he never eats them.
At least there’s always dessert, typically something with double chocolate and rich frosting. He may not eat the food on the plate but he always eats the dessert, sometimes he eats Castiel’s and what Sam has saved for Dean as well.
Sam always folds his arms over his plate and glares at him if he makes a move to take his.
Dean is never there for any of the meals; Dean’s new habit is to return sometime after dark and then disappear again sometime before the sun comes up.
Gabriel isn’t even sure if he’s eating; if he’s right, if Michael has complete control of the body he wouldn’t need to.
He knows he’s right, the feeling of Michael is ingrained deep into his Grace and his bones, he knows how Michael feels and there is nothing within Dean Winchesters body that feels differently then he remembers.
He doesn’t share his body with anybody else, but that was more because he didn’t fall; he just sort of re-imagined himself and hid his Grace behind bindings and spells and Trickster magic.
He wonders when Michael took over. And he wonders how he convinced Dean to move on or if there was ever a Dean to convince to move on. If he’s always been Michael buried behind things that Father would have had to have done because there was no one besides Father powerful enough to hide him.
He feels a pang at the thought that instead of killing Dean Winchester hundreds of times he’d been killing Michael, Michael won’t let him forget that. When things are done, when the dust has settled he’s sure he’ll be punished for it.
He’s almost looking forward to it.
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He’s tired of running after Dean like a pre-teen girl desperate for attention so he instead decides to change his approach; if Mohammad won’t stand still long enough to be found then the mountain will just wait until Mohammed returns.
He spends all day lounging in the bed in Dean’s room. He could just stake out the room right before Dean is scheduled to return, but he has a stack of magazines and besides, the bed that he’s curled up in smells like Michael and home.
He makes a little nest and puts down roots.
“Are you going to wait here all day?” Sam appears in the doorway, he has a glass in one hand and a pained expression on his face.
“Yep,” Gabriel pops the ‘p’ at the end, glances up to see Sam’s expression switch over to something that looks like he’s getting ready to spout off a lecture.
“I know Michael is your,” Sam waves his hand and flushes slightly, “you know, whatever.”
It’s amusing, Gabriel would call him on it but he kind of wants to see where the boy is heading with this. “But Dean’s in there…”
“No, Sammy boy, he’s not,” Gabriel says. Sam just stares at him with wide uncomprehending eyes.
“Michael is all by his lonesome in that body,” Gabriel says, he tries to sound apologetic but he’s almost managed to convince himself that Michael has been here the whole time.
Castiel has told him that they made a sojourn to the past, rushing after Anael to keep her from killing John and Mary Winchester, that Michael had apparently intervened to stop her.
He wonders if that was when Michael made the decision; if he’d spoken to Dean and realized that there would never be a time where he would be able to overcome Dean’s stubbornness to be granted entrance to the body, if he’d decided that falling and taking the body while still inside Mary Winchester’s womb, before the soul of what would have been Dean Winchester was fully tied to it, if he’d decided that doing that was better then continually trying and failing to lure Dean into saying yes to him.
It’s a lot of ifs, Gabriel thinks he’s closer to the truth of what may have transpired then he has been.
“But…” Sam looks distressed.
Gabriel can push; he can talk about Michael and sex and see if he can make Sammy’s face go all thin and annoyed.
But Sam is close to the edge, Gabriel pushing could very well be the thing that tips the scales so he bites his tongue and doesn’t say any of those things.
“Pretty sure that Michael has been your brother this entire time,” Gabriel says instead.
He wonders what woke the sleeping giant, if it was Zachariah pushing and pushing, resurrecting the dead half-brother, or if it was done even before then.
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He’s in that half-way place between sleep and wakefulness. He doesn’t need to sleep, but sometimes closing his eyes and letting the world slow down is the only bit of sanity that he gets.
He hears the creak outside the door right before it opens, when he opens his eyes Dean is standing there, staring down at him.
“I think you’re in the wrong bed there goldilocks,” he says, he turns and shrugs off his coat, hanging it over the back of the chair pushed up into a desk.
Gabriel waves his hand and the door closes with a soft thunk, Dean looks from the door to him, eyebrow raised.
“Pretty presumptuous of you there, Gabriel,” Dean says, Gabriel lets his eyes trail over the man standing in front of him and wonders why he never saw it before.
It’s so completely obvious that it’s a wonder that it didn’t smack him upside the head earlier and call him an idiot.
Because Dean stands like Michael did, does. Confident and in charge and completely comfortable within his own skin.
“I think we need to have a little chat,” Gabriel says.
“I can’t think of what we would need to chat about,” Dean says, his head tilts to one side and they stare at each other.
Gabriel waits, in this he can be patient, he knows he has almost all the time in the world, or at least 24 hours anyway. Until he opens the door and scratches through the symbols or the 24 hours that he asked Castiel for are up; either way Dean isn’t leaving this room.
Dean’s eyes narrow and he starts scanning the walls of the room, turning in a slow circle, he stops moving when he’s facing the door and Gabriel knows what he sees.
Drawn in Gabriel’s blood, the sigil sealing the room. Gabriel watches his shoulders straighten and stiffen, when he turns again to face Gabriel his eyes are sparking in anger.
“Like I said, I think it’s time we had a little chat,” Gabriel smirks at him. Because there’s only one way that Dean would have known what Gabriel had done, would have known to search it out.
“Michael.”
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Dean is fuming and angry, there are no pretenses in place and anything that would have hidden Michael’s presence has been completely obliterated by that anger. He paces the floor in front of the door like a caged animal and periodically makes wordless snarls at him.
Gabriel lounges against the headboard and watches, waits.
“What do you want?” Dean snaps at him, he stands at the edge of the bed finally, arms hanging at his side. His eyes are dark and mean. Michael was the first of them, he’d been the one to wield Father’s sword when Father couldn’t, he was the one that Father sent into battle when he wanted things irrevocably finished, done.
They call Michael Father’s sword, but he’s more like Father’s nuclear weapon, plus he thinks people actually forget that Michael has an actual sword that is Michael’s sword.
“I would think that would be pretty self-explanatory,” Gabriel says. He’s locked them in here, he can get them out or Castiel could open the door from the other side, they’re both keyed to the symbol, but if Dean tries to touch the door handle now it’ll spark electricity at him.
Gabriel’s not opening the door and Castiel has strict orders to not open that door until the time is up.
“You are interfering in things that don’t concern you any longer, Gabriel,” Dean says slowly, like he’s speaking to an especially dimwitted child.
“You concern me, and since you seem to think running off and getting yourself slaughtered is nothing to write home about I think I’m completely within my rights to interfere,” Gabriel says. “Besides, I in no way signed on to be a stay at home mom.”
“I don’t belong to you,” Dean says and Gabriel smirks, comes up onto his knees and crawls to the end of the bed. Dean doesn’t move away, just stands there staring at him.
He holds out one hand and when Dean goes to shift away from the impending touch Gabriel grabs hold of his t-shirt to hold him in place. Then presses his other hand right over Dean’s heart.
He hasn’t used his Grace in any sort of capacity since he retrieved Castiel from between, the jaunts while he was chasing after Dean don’t count because they were more Trickster magic then Angel magic, he sends out a tiny tendril of it, just enough to make his presence known. It doesn’t need to be anymore then that and he doesn’t need to draw any unwanted attention to them.
He waits, Michael can be a stubborn ass, but so can he.
It takes a minute, over a minute actually, 64 seconds to be exact before there is an answering hum of Grace against the palm of his hand.
Gabriel smirks again, relaxing slightly because there was always that fear that he was wrong, that someone else had decided to usurp Michael’s place.
“Yeah, you kind of do,” Gabriel says. “But it’s okay, because it’s completely mutual.”
Dean doesn’t answer, just lays one hand over the one on his chest and then fists the other in Gabriel’s hair, yanking his head back.
Gabriel doesn’t fight; Michael won’t hurt him, not enough that it would matter.
“You think that means anything,” Dean says coldly.
“I think if it didn’t mean something you would have broken the bonds when I left,” Gabriel says, he doesn’t flinch at the feel of Dean pulling his hair; this is nothing and besides Michael is almost owed this. “Father would have disapproved but he would have helped you.”
“Maybe I wanted you in front of me when I did it, so you could feel the pain of betrayal, of abandonment just like I did.”
“You can be cruel, Michael,” Gabriel says softly. “You’re not that cruel, you’re not Lucifer with his teen-age, daddy loves the new baby more then me so I’m going to kill the new baby angst.”
Dean narrows his eyes at him but doesn’t say anything, doesn’t agree or disagree or pull away.
And Gabriel still has his hand gripped in Dean’s t-shirt, he uses it to pull him forward, Dean doesn’t stop him other then to tighten the hand that he has wound through Gabriel’s hair. Gabriel makes a face but still leans up and presses his lips against Dean’s, nips at his bottom lip when he doesn’t respond.
Kisses his cheek, nuzzles his ear, waits for a hint that he will relent on this one thing.
“It’s been a long time,” he finally says, he pulls on Dean’s t-shirt but he’s an unmovable object and doesn’t tumble down on the bed like Gabriel expects him to.
“You’ve not exactly been celibate, Gabriel,” Dean says, Gabriel draws back just enough so that he can look him in the eye, or would be if Dean had his eyes open.
“Oh were you watching over me? That’s so sweet,” Gabriel coos, Dean scowls but doesn’t open his eyes. “And by the way there sweat pea, neither have you.” He watched the Winchesters for a lot of years; they were one of his favorite channels when he figured out what the ultimate game plan was. And Dean had never been anything close to resembling celibate.
He was actually kind of easy; Gabriel should have tumbled him into a bed when he had the chance. Because that Dean would have gone, he was all about trying new things, especially when he didn’t have Sam trailing after him like an overgrown lap dog and his father pushing and prodding him in his assigned directions. This Dean, Michael now without the coverings of Dean Winchester is not easy.
But then Michael had never been, it was one of the reasons that Gabriel had known that regardless of those that threw themselves at Michael his place by Michael’s side had never been in jeopardy, Michael was always faithful.
“In this body, no,” Dean says. “Before,” he looks away, there’s a hint of a flush to his cheeks and Gabriel grins, tugging on the t-shirt again.
This time Dean comes, almost falling on top of him.
Gabriel knows how to do this; knows enough to spread his legs and even as Dean is coming up on his elbows making like he’s going to move away, well Gabriel is locking his legs around Dean’s. Holding him in place, while his hands go to his hips and he wishes that he’d had the foresight to position the pillows at little better, he’s flat on his back and he likes to have at least one pillow under his head.
“Let go, Gabriel,” Dean says.
“Yeah, not likely,” Gabriel says. “I let you go you’ll just pace in front of the door all night and where’s the fun in that for me?”
“I’m not sleeping with you.”
“Who said anything about sleeping,” Gabriel leers, Dean rolls his eyes and tries to shift within the limb lock that Gabriel has on him. He’s mostly unsuccessful, though if he keeps rubbing against him the way that he is Gabriel might be able to get off without their clothes even being removed.
“I’m not fucking you either,” Dean states. Gabriel would believe him if he couldn’t feel Dean pressed up against him.
“We’ll see,” Gabriel promises and slides his fingers into Dean’s back pockets.
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Castiel opens the door and Gabriel would almost feel sorry for the way that Dean practically bowls him over in his haste to get out of the room.
“You’re a fucking cock tease, Michael,” Gabriel calls after him.
Castiel looks mostly scandalized; Gabriel thinks that it says something about the purity of Castiel’s soul that even though he’d been traveling and watching Dean Winchester for the better part of year that he still has that purity.
Everyone is still clothed, though not from lack of trying on Gabriel’s part. He couldn’t even get Dean to take his t-shirt off, he doesn’t think he’s losing his touch but he also can’t test it out either.
With Michael being out there and him knowing that Gabriel knows he’s out there, if Gabriel tries to take someone to his bed that someone will end up dead and Gabriel will end up being punished.
Normally that ended up being Michael withholding sex, so maybe he’s already punishing Gabriel.
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LJ: Part 1
DW: Part 1
He feels like he’s playing hide-and-seek with Dean, just when he thinks that he’s got his location nailed down he’ll disappear off his radar.
RATING: R - Because apparently Gabriel has a potty mouth
PAIRING: Dean/Gabriel, Gabriel/Michael
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, but I’ll put them back in almost the same condition I found them in.
SPOILERS: Up to and including 5.18.
SUMMARY: He feels like he’s playing hide-and-seek with Dean, just when he thinks that he’s got his location nailed down he’ll disappear off his radar.
With These Broken Wings (Take Flight) 2/3
Gabriel:
He’s not jealous.
He’s not.
It’s just that there are very few things that he believes in anymore; the sanctity of the bond that is still apparently firmly in place between himself and Michael is one of those things.
Because the thing is Michael could have broken it, Gabriel had expected him to. It would have been painful, Father would have disapproved. But once Gabriel fled Heaven he could have done it.
He could have broken the bond and moved on to someone else. Gabriel knows that there were others, many others; some of them would have been more then willing to move into his side of their bed while Gabriel was still there.
That Michael had left the bond in place; not only left it in place but continued to nurture it from what little Gabriel could see, that surprises him when few other things can.
That Dean Winchester is his Michael; might have always been his Michael is the only other thing that surprises him.
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Dean is gone in the morning, again. Gabriel wants to know where he goes, where he disappears to.
“I should be able to track him now,” Gabriel says. Sam has that pinched tight look on his face. It makes him look like a child getting ready to throw a temper tantrum; Gabriel doesn’t tell him that because he thinks that Sam might actually do it if he says it. He can’t deal with the unruly child that Dean has left him baby-sitting while trying to track down his missing bond-mate.
“I thought Castiel hid us from angel-view,” Sam says. “Also, isn’t he hiding from you,” Gabriel raises an eyebrow at the tone in Sam’s voice. It’s snide and sarcastic with a hint of ‘na-na-na-na-na na’. He’s actually kind of impressed the kid can manage to do that all in one tone.
He doesn’t have any problem beating the boy like the recalcitrant child that he’s acting like. Though Dean would most likely have problems with him having done it when he returned.
“But he’s not really human anymore, now is he,” Gabriel says. “Besides now I know what to look for and that makes things a lot easier.” And he does know what to look for.
Also, he has a feeling that when Dean leaves the house they’ve been residing in that he gives up all pretenses of hiding.
Finding him should be pretty fucking easy.
“So what? You find him and what? Drag him back here? What good is that going to do? He’ll just leave again, and he hasn’t even explicitly admitted to being Michael,” Sam says. “What’s to stop him from leaving again and just not coming back?”
“There’s ways to keep him here,” Gabriel says. And he completely has no qualms about doing any of them. If it means binding him to the house and moving himself into the room that Dean has claimed as his own then so be it.
If it means circling Dean’s bed with Holy Fire then he’ll do that too.
He’ll have to be in the bed with him of course, they’ve had their best, most productive arguments in bed. He allows himself a smirk and the wave of nostalgia.
They need to do something, because if they don’t Dean is going to run off and get himself killed and Gabriel just can’t have that; Michael wouldn’t have left the bonds in place if he hadn’t hoped that at some point Gabriel would return to him.
Dean getting himself killed doesn’t work into any of the plans that Gabriel is just beginning to form in place of the ones that he thought long buried.
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He feels like he’s playing hide-and-seek with Dean, just when he thinks that he’s got his location nailed down he’ll disappear off his radar.
He snarls when he reaches the next town, it’s small and almost on the other side of the world, Michael has completely vanished off his radar and Gabriel hadn’t even fully pinpointed his location before he’d done so.
He’s in the right town, but has no clue where to go from there. He stands in the middle of an empty street and glares at the houses on either side of him.
No one approaches him.
He doesn’t admit defeat, that’s not his style; besides there’s always the next day and the next and the next.
Gabriel can be fucking tenacious when he’s chasing after something he really wants, and eventually Michael will get tired of hiding himself so as to not be found.
Either that or Gabriel will get better at determining in what direction he’s heading before he heads there and they’ll get back in synch like they used to be and Gabriel won’t have to chase after him like a teen-age girl.
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He doesn’t need to eat, he does because Sam is making meals for himself and he looks with big puppy dog eyes at where Dean would normally be sitting across from him. Poking fun at the food and Sam’s hair.
The eyes are pitiful and Gabriel only sits there in one of the four chairs and pretends to eat food because at least Sam stops looking at him with those eyes. Castiel always looks sort of confused at it, like he doesn’t understand why Sam persists in placing plates full of food in front of him when he never eats them.
At least there’s always dessert, typically something with double chocolate and rich frosting. He may not eat the food on the plate but he always eats the dessert, sometimes he eats Castiel’s and what Sam has saved for Dean as well.
Sam always folds his arms over his plate and glares at him if he makes a move to take his.
Dean is never there for any of the meals; Dean’s new habit is to return sometime after dark and then disappear again sometime before the sun comes up.
Gabriel isn’t even sure if he’s eating; if he’s right, if Michael has complete control of the body he wouldn’t need to.
He knows he’s right, the feeling of Michael is ingrained deep into his Grace and his bones, he knows how Michael feels and there is nothing within Dean Winchesters body that feels differently then he remembers.
He doesn’t share his body with anybody else, but that was more because he didn’t fall; he just sort of re-imagined himself and hid his Grace behind bindings and spells and Trickster magic.
He wonders when Michael took over. And he wonders how he convinced Dean to move on or if there was ever a Dean to convince to move on. If he’s always been Michael buried behind things that Father would have had to have done because there was no one besides Father powerful enough to hide him.
He feels a pang at the thought that instead of killing Dean Winchester hundreds of times he’d been killing Michael, Michael won’t let him forget that. When things are done, when the dust has settled he’s sure he’ll be punished for it.
He’s almost looking forward to it.
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He’s tired of running after Dean like a pre-teen girl desperate for attention so he instead decides to change his approach; if Mohammad won’t stand still long enough to be found then the mountain will just wait until Mohammed returns.
He spends all day lounging in the bed in Dean’s room. He could just stake out the room right before Dean is scheduled to return, but he has a stack of magazines and besides, the bed that he’s curled up in smells like Michael and home.
He makes a little nest and puts down roots.
“Are you going to wait here all day?” Sam appears in the doorway, he has a glass in one hand and a pained expression on his face.
“Yep,” Gabriel pops the ‘p’ at the end, glances up to see Sam’s expression switch over to something that looks like he’s getting ready to spout off a lecture.
“I know Michael is your,” Sam waves his hand and flushes slightly, “you know, whatever.”
It’s amusing, Gabriel would call him on it but he kind of wants to see where the boy is heading with this. “But Dean’s in there…”
“No, Sammy boy, he’s not,” Gabriel says. Sam just stares at him with wide uncomprehending eyes.
“Michael is all by his lonesome in that body,” Gabriel says, he tries to sound apologetic but he’s almost managed to convince himself that Michael has been here the whole time.
Castiel has told him that they made a sojourn to the past, rushing after Anael to keep her from killing John and Mary Winchester, that Michael had apparently intervened to stop her.
He wonders if that was when Michael made the decision; if he’d spoken to Dean and realized that there would never be a time where he would be able to overcome Dean’s stubbornness to be granted entrance to the body, if he’d decided that falling and taking the body while still inside Mary Winchester’s womb, before the soul of what would have been Dean Winchester was fully tied to it, if he’d decided that doing that was better then continually trying and failing to lure Dean into saying yes to him.
It’s a lot of ifs, Gabriel thinks he’s closer to the truth of what may have transpired then he has been.
“But…” Sam looks distressed.
Gabriel can push; he can talk about Michael and sex and see if he can make Sammy’s face go all thin and annoyed.
But Sam is close to the edge, Gabriel pushing could very well be the thing that tips the scales so he bites his tongue and doesn’t say any of those things.
“Pretty sure that Michael has been your brother this entire time,” Gabriel says instead.
He wonders what woke the sleeping giant, if it was Zachariah pushing and pushing, resurrecting the dead half-brother, or if it was done even before then.
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He’s in that half-way place between sleep and wakefulness. He doesn’t need to sleep, but sometimes closing his eyes and letting the world slow down is the only bit of sanity that he gets.
He hears the creak outside the door right before it opens, when he opens his eyes Dean is standing there, staring down at him.
“I think you’re in the wrong bed there goldilocks,” he says, he turns and shrugs off his coat, hanging it over the back of the chair pushed up into a desk.
Gabriel waves his hand and the door closes with a soft thunk, Dean looks from the door to him, eyebrow raised.
“Pretty presumptuous of you there, Gabriel,” Dean says, Gabriel lets his eyes trail over the man standing in front of him and wonders why he never saw it before.
It’s so completely obvious that it’s a wonder that it didn’t smack him upside the head earlier and call him an idiot.
Because Dean stands like Michael did, does. Confident and in charge and completely comfortable within his own skin.
“I think we need to have a little chat,” Gabriel says.
“I can’t think of what we would need to chat about,” Dean says, his head tilts to one side and they stare at each other.
Gabriel waits, in this he can be patient, he knows he has almost all the time in the world, or at least 24 hours anyway. Until he opens the door and scratches through the symbols or the 24 hours that he asked Castiel for are up; either way Dean isn’t leaving this room.
Dean’s eyes narrow and he starts scanning the walls of the room, turning in a slow circle, he stops moving when he’s facing the door and Gabriel knows what he sees.
Drawn in Gabriel’s blood, the sigil sealing the room. Gabriel watches his shoulders straighten and stiffen, when he turns again to face Gabriel his eyes are sparking in anger.
“Like I said, I think it’s time we had a little chat,” Gabriel smirks at him. Because there’s only one way that Dean would have known what Gabriel had done, would have known to search it out.
“Michael.”
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Dean is fuming and angry, there are no pretenses in place and anything that would have hidden Michael’s presence has been completely obliterated by that anger. He paces the floor in front of the door like a caged animal and periodically makes wordless snarls at him.
Gabriel lounges against the headboard and watches, waits.
“What do you want?” Dean snaps at him, he stands at the edge of the bed finally, arms hanging at his side. His eyes are dark and mean. Michael was the first of them, he’d been the one to wield Father’s sword when Father couldn’t, he was the one that Father sent into battle when he wanted things irrevocably finished, done.
They call Michael Father’s sword, but he’s more like Father’s nuclear weapon, plus he thinks people actually forget that Michael has an actual sword that is Michael’s sword.
“I would think that would be pretty self-explanatory,” Gabriel says. He’s locked them in here, he can get them out or Castiel could open the door from the other side, they’re both keyed to the symbol, but if Dean tries to touch the door handle now it’ll spark electricity at him.
Gabriel’s not opening the door and Castiel has strict orders to not open that door until the time is up.
“You are interfering in things that don’t concern you any longer, Gabriel,” Dean says slowly, like he’s speaking to an especially dimwitted child.
“You concern me, and since you seem to think running off and getting yourself slaughtered is nothing to write home about I think I’m completely within my rights to interfere,” Gabriel says. “Besides, I in no way signed on to be a stay at home mom.”
“I don’t belong to you,” Dean says and Gabriel smirks, comes up onto his knees and crawls to the end of the bed. Dean doesn’t move away, just stands there staring at him.
He holds out one hand and when Dean goes to shift away from the impending touch Gabriel grabs hold of his t-shirt to hold him in place. Then presses his other hand right over Dean’s heart.
He hasn’t used his Grace in any sort of capacity since he retrieved Castiel from between, the jaunts while he was chasing after Dean don’t count because they were more Trickster magic then Angel magic, he sends out a tiny tendril of it, just enough to make his presence known. It doesn’t need to be anymore then that and he doesn’t need to draw any unwanted attention to them.
He waits, Michael can be a stubborn ass, but so can he.
It takes a minute, over a minute actually, 64 seconds to be exact before there is an answering hum of Grace against the palm of his hand.
Gabriel smirks again, relaxing slightly because there was always that fear that he was wrong, that someone else had decided to usurp Michael’s place.
“Yeah, you kind of do,” Gabriel says. “But it’s okay, because it’s completely mutual.”
Dean doesn’t answer, just lays one hand over the one on his chest and then fists the other in Gabriel’s hair, yanking his head back.
Gabriel doesn’t fight; Michael won’t hurt him, not enough that it would matter.
“You think that means anything,” Dean says coldly.
“I think if it didn’t mean something you would have broken the bonds when I left,” Gabriel says, he doesn’t flinch at the feel of Dean pulling his hair; this is nothing and besides Michael is almost owed this. “Father would have disapproved but he would have helped you.”
“Maybe I wanted you in front of me when I did it, so you could feel the pain of betrayal, of abandonment just like I did.”
“You can be cruel, Michael,” Gabriel says softly. “You’re not that cruel, you’re not Lucifer with his teen-age, daddy loves the new baby more then me so I’m going to kill the new baby angst.”
Dean narrows his eyes at him but doesn’t say anything, doesn’t agree or disagree or pull away.
And Gabriel still has his hand gripped in Dean’s t-shirt, he uses it to pull him forward, Dean doesn’t stop him other then to tighten the hand that he has wound through Gabriel’s hair. Gabriel makes a face but still leans up and presses his lips against Dean’s, nips at his bottom lip when he doesn’t respond.
Kisses his cheek, nuzzles his ear, waits for a hint that he will relent on this one thing.
“It’s been a long time,” he finally says, he pulls on Dean’s t-shirt but he’s an unmovable object and doesn’t tumble down on the bed like Gabriel expects him to.
“You’ve not exactly been celibate, Gabriel,” Dean says, Gabriel draws back just enough so that he can look him in the eye, or would be if Dean had his eyes open.
“Oh were you watching over me? That’s so sweet,” Gabriel coos, Dean scowls but doesn’t open his eyes. “And by the way there sweat pea, neither have you.” He watched the Winchesters for a lot of years; they were one of his favorite channels when he figured out what the ultimate game plan was. And Dean had never been anything close to resembling celibate.
He was actually kind of easy; Gabriel should have tumbled him into a bed when he had the chance. Because that Dean would have gone, he was all about trying new things, especially when he didn’t have Sam trailing after him like an overgrown lap dog and his father pushing and prodding him in his assigned directions. This Dean, Michael now without the coverings of Dean Winchester is not easy.
But then Michael had never been, it was one of the reasons that Gabriel had known that regardless of those that threw themselves at Michael his place by Michael’s side had never been in jeopardy, Michael was always faithful.
“In this body, no,” Dean says. “Before,” he looks away, there’s a hint of a flush to his cheeks and Gabriel grins, tugging on the t-shirt again.
This time Dean comes, almost falling on top of him.
Gabriel knows how to do this; knows enough to spread his legs and even as Dean is coming up on his elbows making like he’s going to move away, well Gabriel is locking his legs around Dean’s. Holding him in place, while his hands go to his hips and he wishes that he’d had the foresight to position the pillows at little better, he’s flat on his back and he likes to have at least one pillow under his head.
“Let go, Gabriel,” Dean says.
“Yeah, not likely,” Gabriel says. “I let you go you’ll just pace in front of the door all night and where’s the fun in that for me?”
“I’m not sleeping with you.”
“Who said anything about sleeping,” Gabriel leers, Dean rolls his eyes and tries to shift within the limb lock that Gabriel has on him. He’s mostly unsuccessful, though if he keeps rubbing against him the way that he is Gabriel might be able to get off without their clothes even being removed.
“I’m not fucking you either,” Dean states. Gabriel would believe him if he couldn’t feel Dean pressed up against him.
“We’ll see,” Gabriel promises and slides his fingers into Dean’s back pockets.
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Castiel opens the door and Gabriel would almost feel sorry for the way that Dean practically bowls him over in his haste to get out of the room.
“You’re a fucking cock tease, Michael,” Gabriel calls after him.
Castiel looks mostly scandalized; Gabriel thinks that it says something about the purity of Castiel’s soul that even though he’d been traveling and watching Dean Winchester for the better part of year that he still has that purity.
Everyone is still clothed, though not from lack of trying on Gabriel’s part. He couldn’t even get Dean to take his t-shirt off, he doesn’t think he’s losing his touch but he also can’t test it out either.
With Michael being out there and him knowing that Gabriel knows he’s out there, if Gabriel tries to take someone to his bed that someone will end up dead and Gabriel will end up being punished.
Normally that ended up being Michael withholding sex, so maybe he’s already punishing Gabriel.
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