Into Temptation, Part 1
Title: Into Temptation
Pairings: Dean/Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: just who and what Gabriel is
Warnings: slash, gender bending, het, food!sex, oral, toys, dom!Gabriel
Word Count: 15,231
Note: This fic was written for the gabriel-bigbang 2013. The title comes from the phrase 'and lead us not into temptation' because I thought it appropriate given Gabriel's near complete lack of control in that particular area :)
Summary: Despite millennia of steering clear of his family, Gabriel found himself completely unable to resist looking up the two vessels destined to allow his brothers to end it all.
Beta: aerilex
Artist: ravenmoonart - Art Masterlist
Even now, millennia after his departure from Heaven, and secure in the knowledge that he'd done the right thing, Gabriel still wasn't proud of his actions. It vexed him that as close to the end as they were, that he could still feel ashamed of the way that he'd acted, slipping out of his home in the dead of night like some petulant spoiled brat determined to have his own way. That wasn't what it had been like at all, but the comparison grated nonetheless as he knew that there were plenty who'd view his actions as precisely that.
It was a clash of ideals. Was it better to remain at home and try to mediate things or leave so that he could live his own life? It seemed to depend upon the book or movie in question that dealt with the issue. Some made the hero out to be the one who stuck with his family no matter what, while others had the hero's struggle be all about breaking away from an overbearing or oppressive family in order to be free to live their own life and follow their dreams.
Gabriel liked the latter plotlines far better.
Literature and film were full of those kinds of conflicting stories and plot points, though. It was just like how in one story the man obsessed with avenging the death of a wife, child or lover was the ultimate hero, struggling bravely against impossible odds in order to ensure justice for those that he'd loved. Yet in the next movie, the same behavior would be ruthlessly condemned and made out to be nothing more than the obsession of a sorry old man who couldn't let go of the past and therefore ruined all of his remaining relationships in his mindless and useless quest for vengeance. Somehow the men in those latter scenarios always had people left who'd loved them but couldn't understand or put up his need for justice while the men in the former scenario never did. Perhaps because they were all dead, the bad guys having been far more successful than with the men in the latter scenario. So, yeah, the same behavior was easily twisted around by authors and screenwriters to suit whatever the needs of their particular plot were.
Eye of the beholder and all that crap. Well not crap in cases like his, but Gabriel absolutely hated it when people tried to use an excuse like that to justify their actions in cases where it just wasn't applicable. It was the type of self-righteousness that he couldn't stand and which drove him nuts. Or at least it had before he'd become a trickster. Now he still hated it on some level but he liked it as well because it meant that he got to trick them and he loved nothing more than putting some self-righteous bastard or arrogant ass in his rightful place. And if they couldn't learn their place, well then it wasn't like he was altering where they ultimately ended up, he was just speeding the process along a little and saving those left behind from having to be around the sorry excuse for a human being any longer.
So, yeah, overall Gabriel was quite happy with the life that he'd made for himself since leaving Heaven. Sure, he'd be a lot happier if he were still in contact with his family and they could all get along, but that just wasn't going to happen no matter what he did so he was done banging his head up against a brick wall and getting nothing for his efforts but pain and suffering. In fact he was so settled in his decision and chosen life and role that he wasn't even sure why he was resurrecting the issue now.
Sure, Gabriel thought about it from time to time (he still loved his family after all no matter how insufferable they might have become), generally when he stumbled across a church or some bastard who twisted his Father's teachings around even more than they already were on Earth simply so that they could be used to justify all kinds of atrocities or barbarities, but that was never anything big. It was never anything that made him stop and think about whether he'd made the right choice or not.
This, however, was different.
In a way, Gabriel knew that he'd brought it upon himself. For centuries he'd gone out of his way to avoid anything to do with his family unless it pertained to a trick. He should have known that to change that now would lead to something like this. Unfortunately he'd just gotten far too curious to leave well enough alone.
He'd never been particularly good at resisting temptation, Gabriel could easily admit to that particular weakness. So once he'd realized that his brother's vessels- the vessels!- were around, it had only been a matter of time before he'd caved and sought them out. All things considered, he was actually rather proud of the fact that he'd been able to hold off doing so for nearly two decades. It was actually quite an achievement for him and he never let a chance go by to be satisfied with himself. Not that it would have been particularly interesting to see them earlier when they were nothing but two small kids, but still it was an achievement nonetheless.
The other reason (beyond the lack of entertainment value, of course) that Gabriel had put off looking up the Winchester boys sooner was because as long as he didn't do so, he could pretend that they got along just fine. That they weren't like Michael and Lucifer were now, but were rather as his brothers had been, once upon a time so long ago that he could hardly even remember it now. Still, even knowing that this would probably end in tears and that the only person who'd be hurt was himself, he'd been completely unable to resist the temptation any longer.
Decision made, Gabriel had found it surprisingly difficult to track the Winchesters down. Since he'd been doing his utmost best to ignore anything related to his family for as long as he could, he'd missed out on what had happened to the Winchester family and thus he hadn't known that they'd become hunters. It made sense once he'd learned of it, but he hadn't known about it until he'd started trying to find them. The manipulation involved in getting the family there angered him - after all, their lives would already be cut short, why not allow them some peace before it happened?
Of course Gabriel knew that he could just be thinking that because of the fight which he was currently witnessing. It was almost like having all of his worst fears realized.
Almost.
But not quite.
When Gabriel had arrived in town- already invisible to human eyes- it had instantly become apparent that the two brothers weren't actually together and were instead on opposite ends of the town. Annoyed, he'd chosen to seek out the younger one as Sam Winchester was with his father and he'd been inordinately curious about the Winchester patriarch who'd decided to drag his kids out onto the road with him, hunting. His initial impulse when he'd heard of this had been anger and the itching desire to trick John Winchester, but then he'd heard about Azazel and figured out enough of the demon's plans to not only understand, but also condone the elder Winchester's actions.
Apparently, though, the man hadn't chosen to share his knowledge with his son.
Gabriel could identify with Sam's frustration on that part at least. His own Father's outright refusal to share His plans with them and subsequent abrupt disappearance drove him mad whenever he thought about it, so he generally just didn't. If his Father couldn't be bothered to give a damn about them, then why should he give a damn about Him?
If only it were that simple, but Gabriel had always refused to let himself linger on that particular thought any longer than strictly necessary.
"I still don't get why I have to be here," Sam Winchester whined in a way that instantly grated on Gabriel's nerves.
It made the boy sound far more like some spoiled brat than a warrior in training. It was also far too reminiscent of the tone of Lucifer's voice towards the end, just before the Rebellion, for his comfort. It made sense that Sam would make him think of his brother, but Gabriel had secretly hoped that it would be the old Lucifer that he'd be reminded of, not the version of his brother that had chosen to defy their Father and destroy their family.
"Because I said so," John retorted.
"Why?" Sam demanded. "You don't need me here, it's just a chupacabra. You can handle it alone, hell, you sent Dean to handle the other one alone."
"Sam-"
"I've got a book report that's due tomorrow and a US history essay I need to start the research for that's due next Thursday."
"Forget about those, we're leaving on Monday."
"What?!"
"I've just got a few things to tie up this weekend here and then we're off. There's a hunt in New England that Caleb needs a hand with that will take a while, so I've found us a place in New Hampshire. You can finish the school year there."
"You said that when we moved here!"
"Well things change, Sam."
Because Gabriel hadn't stopped monitoring Dean Winchester's location when he'd decided to look up Sam and John first, he knew that Michael's vessel was rapidly approaching their location. Either the boy had already taken care of the chupacabra that he'd been hunting or something else had come up that was more important. Strangely enough he didn't even consider the fact that Dean could have abandoned the hunt and he wasn't sure if that was because John had trusted his eldest enough to take care of it on his own or because he himself just couldn't see anyone who was supposed to be even remotely like Michael simply abandoning what was essentially the human equivalent of a smiting.
Not that the vessel had to be that much like his eldest brother, but somehow seeing just how much like Lucifer Sam Winchester was, Gabriel doubted that he was wrong in this particular instance.
Sam snorted. "You always say that."
"Maybe that's because it's true," John snapped. "Caleb has asked for my help."
"I don't care."
Those words hit Gabriel like physical blows and he recoiled from the two humans. How could the boy not care? Hunting was about saving lives, well either that or about being able to kill things with impunity, but he wasn't picking up that kind of attitude here even if he could all but taste the need for revenge which drove John Winchester. Despite that, he was starting to feel his Trickster fingers itching once more, but in regards to Sam instead of John this time. From the nature of the argument it was quite clear to him that this was not a new complaint of the boy's and though it wasn't at the same level as the offences that he normally bothered to punish people for, this kind of casual disregard for the lives of others, especially for such selfish reasons, did grate on his nerves.
"You've made that more than obvious, believe me," John retorted. "Now shut up and keep your eyes peeled."
"No," Sam refused point blank.
"What did you say?"
"I said no. There is no reason for me to be here, you could have done this hunt entirely on your own, without either Dean or me."
"You'll never learn how to hunt if I never take you along."
"I don't want to learn how to hunt. That's your obsession, not mine."
The slight rustle in the undergrowth at the edge of the woods instantly caught Gabriel's attention but was missed entirely by the two arguing hunters. His enhanced eyesight easily spotted the chupacabra peering out at the humans and he frowned, unsure of whether he should interfere here or not. On the one hand he thought that it would serve the two of them right for being so stupid as to allow themselves to get this distracted while on a hunt, but on the other hand he knew how important Sam Winchester was to the grand scheme of things. Had it always been intended that he would be here in order to save these two Winchesters from their own incompetence? He wouldn't put it past his Father to have planned it out that way. He'd never been able to outmaneuver the Old Man after all or even mildly surprise Him.
It gave Gabriel a headache at times, just trying to figure out if every step that he took was Planned or if he was doing something new and unchartered. He tried not to think about it too much but every now and then a situation like this one would present itself and force him to reconsider the issue. Luckily for him, though, the choice was taken out of his hands when Dean Winchester burst onto the scene just as the chupacabra chose to attack. As a result, his first impression of Michael's true vessel was of fierce flashing eyes, a determined expression, the utmost confidence in his own skills and a beauty the likes of which he didn't see often.
"Fuck," Gabriel uttered as he felt instant interest stirring deep within him.
He really should have seen this coming as Gabriel was well aware of his predilection towards beautiful and strong warriors of both genders and there really shouldn't have been much doubt about how his Father would favor His Righteous Man, but he hadn't. Somehow he'd managed to not make that particular connection and thus hadn't braced himself properly for the sight of Dean Winchester, much less of the boy charging in, guns blazing, or rather knife flashing. With a cry most likely designed to both distract the chupacabra away from its chosen prey as much as to alert his father and brother to the danger, Dean flung himself at the creature. The long knife he held in his hands was already stained with the blood of the first chupacabra that the boy had slain tonight.
Unfortunately for Dean, this attack was less than ideal given the distance the boy still had to cross to get to the chupacabra and Gabriel felt his breath catch in his throat as he watched the creature twist around to meet this unexpected attack head on.
"Dean!" John cried out, springing into action but it was already far too late.
The chupacabra managed to sidestep Dean's attack and its tail swung out, viciously catching the boy across the head and knocking him aside carelessly. Before he could even think about it, Gabriel found that he had already reached out with his Grace and cushioned the young hunter's fall so that instead of breaking or bruising any of his ribs as he would have in hitting the tree, Dean was merely winded when he landed back on the ground.
"Dean!" Sam cried out, rushing to his brother's side, heedless of the danger he was placing himself in in doing so.
All of the sudden loud noise was merely serving to wind the chupacabra up and Gabriel winced as he saw it preparing to leap at the younger Winchester boy whose frantic dash to get to his brother's side was probably seen as another attack. This time his intervention was not necessary though as both John and Dean reacted. Michael's vessel twisted around and leapt to his feet to grab his little brother and shove him aside while John lunged forward with his own knife. Distracted by the boys and not used to dealing with human prey, the chupacabra went down easily.
The creature made a pathetic whimpering sound when John buried his knife into its side and then it was all over. For a moment there was nothing but silence and Gabriel found himself stilling his vessel's breathing as he waited for someone to react. He'd already seen enough of the Winchester family's interaction to know that things were going to get nasty fast, he just wasn't sure what Dean Winchester's presence would do to the dynamics of John and Sam's interactions. For a moment there was nothing, all of them were seemingly frozen in place.
Then...
"Ow," Dean moaned, swaying before slumping sideways against a convenient tree, one arm wrapped around his middle.
"Dean!" Sam cried out once more, pushing himself to his feet from where he'd fallen when shoved out of the way.
The obvious concern for his older brother that Sam displayed pleased Gabriel and eased his critical opinion of Lucifer's vessel just a little. He hadn't forgotten any of the callousness of the boy's earlier words, but he had a soft spot a mile wide when it came to genuine brotherly affection. And, gee, he couldn't possibly imagine why that might be.
Not.
"Dean, are you okay?" Sam demanded dropping to his knees at his brother's side and starting to tear at Dean's clothing. "Let me look!"
"Move aside, Sam," John ordered as he joined them, pushing his youngest son out of the way.
"Hey!" Sam protested.
"Guys, I'm fine," Dean stated, knocking away their questing hands. "Come on."
"Dean," John reprimanded, both his voice and face stern.
Oh shit, Gabriel recognized that tone and look only all too well. Just like the look which crossed Dean Winchester's face in response was instantly familiar to him as well. It was Michael dead on, to the point where if he didn't know any better, he'd be tempted to see if it wasn't really his brother in there. The mere thought was so ridiculous though that he couldn't help but laugh, even if it wasn't a very nice sound to hear. It wasn't the first time that he'd thought that perhaps that was exactly what his Father should have done, namely to have made both Michael and Lucifer human. The idea actually appealed to him so much that if he were capable of doing it, he'd have torn out their Graces himself.
It was the perfect solution as far as Gabriel was concerned. It would give his stubborn brothers each some much needed perspective and if they really wanted to duke it out after that, well then at least they'd be human and not capable of destroying all that he held dear in their precious little death match. If only he were strong enough to do that.
"You're hurting him!"
Sam Winchester's protest drew Gabriel out of his thoughts and he glanced back to find John carefully running his hands over his eldest's chest, diligently checking the ribs for any breaks or cracks. As the youngest Winchester had stated, the process was clearly painful to Dean, but the boy didn't protest, even managing to keep almost completely quiet while his father carried out his examination. Once he was done with his son's chest, John moved to check the back of his firstborn's head before finally sitting back on his heels.
"Looks like nothing's broken or cracked, just bruised," John stated.
"Told you I was fine," Dean said, pulling his shirt back down and it wasn't until it was covered up again that Gabriel realized that he'd been staring at the exposed skin hungrily.
Like most hunters, Dean Winchester was both toned and well-muscled, though not too much unlike some humans that Gabriel had seen before. They were just grotesque and, in every case that he'd looked into further, overcompensating for something ranging from the size of their dick to their complete and utter lack of personality. No, he liked guys like this much better. Muscled but still real.
"It was close," John countered, eyes flashing. "Far too close."
"Yeah and whose fault was that?" Sam muttered pointedly under his breath, but not nearly as quietly as the boy had thought.
Well, unless Sam Winchester had intended for his father to overhear it. Gabriel wasn't entirely sure which way the comment had been meant but he could see the instant that the meaning of it reached the eldest Winchester.
"What's that supposed to mean?" John demanded softly; dangerously.
"You know exactly what I meant," Sam shot back. "If you hadn't dragged us out here tonight, then Dean wouldn't have gotten hurt!"
"Guys-" Dean began, clearly trying to stop the argument before it got any further, but he was completely ignored and Gabriel felt a pang of sympathy at the obvious distress on the boy's face.
"If I hadn't-" John started, breaking off in anger. "If you had just followed orders for once in your life then this wouldn't have happened! Instead you just had to disobey and argue as usual, allowing the chupacabra to catch us off-guard."
"Oh so now it's my fault. Very mature, Dad," Sam snapped.
"Guys, stop it!" Dean demanded, louder this time as he struggled to his feet.
So this was how adding Michael's vessel to the mix affected things. Bitterness flooded Gabriel as he recognized the scene unfolding before him only all too well. Except that instead of Dean Winchester playing Michael's role in this to Sam Winchester's Lucifer, it was John Winchester fulfilling his oldest brother's role while Dean instead took on the part that he'd always played in his own family's theatrics. The desperate peacekeeper who tried his utmost best to keep the others from fighting but who was completely ignored or even twisted around into a reason for them to fight even more.
The feelings that Gabriel had already been feeling for Dean Winchester shifted within him and the next thing that he knew they were no longer purely physical, but now emotional as well. Instead of just wanting to take the boy into his bed, he now also wanted to whisk him away from here, from the torn and disintegrating family, off to somewhere that Dean could be appreciated for who he was and not have to have his heart ripped to shreds all the time watching his family tear themselves apart with no regard for him and his feelings.
Shit, but Gabriel knew that he was in trouble now. Not only did he know from personal experience that Dean would not thank him for such an action (even if he wasn't what the boy would most likely view as just another supernatural creature to be hunted and killed), but neither Michael nor Lucifer would allow it. Both of his brothers were so set on their destined smack down that he was sure that both Michael and Lucifer would come after him just to get Dean back, even Lucifer. If only his brothers could find something else- anything else!- to agree on so vehemently. Just one teensy, weensy thing, that was all that he asked for as no matter what it was, he was sure that he could work with it.
He was- oh who was he fucking kidding? Gabriel hated the fact that he could still be so naive when it came to his family. Despite all that had happened and the fact that he'd literally thrown his hands up and walked out, a part of him still thought that he could somehow magically fix things just like Dean Winchester clearly hadn't caught onto the fact that he was fighting for a lost cause here. The boy's father and brother would never reconcile with each other, at least not the way that Michael's vessel so desperately wanted for them to or even the way that Gabriel himself wanted them to. It was utterly absurd, he knew, but somehow he felt that if Dean could just make John and Sam get along with each other like that, then somehow he could do the same with his own family.
More fool he, apparently, for still not having learned his lesson. Sometimes, Gabriel realized, he really was the world's greatest idiot. His Father had to be laughing His ass off at him just now.
While lost in his thoughts, Gabriel had lost track of the argument, not that he thought that it really mattered. Both Sam and John seemed to have a one track mind when it came to this particular topic. The only difference that he could see was that the two had gotten closer to each other and were practically yelling in the other's face. He wasn't really sure what they intended to achieve with that, other than serving to simply to piss each other off even more, but it might be a result of their sheer height which in most other circumstances would allow them to physically intimidate their opponents. Not so here and now and he absently wondered if it would come to blows between the two of them.
It had with his family.
"Hey, come on now," Dean tried again, attempting to physically force himself between the two of them. "Dad, Sam!"
From the angle at which he stood, Gabriel couldn't see which of them did it, but either Sam or John inadvertently jolted Michael's vessel and Dean staggered back to fall on his ass with a grunt. That it had aggravated his bruises was clear from the flash of pain on the boy's face and the way he wrapped an arm protectively around his midsection. The urge to reach out and heal the injury rose within Gabriel but he resisted it, knowing that to give into that impulse would be a very unwise choice at the very best. And at worst, well, he was facing three hunters who'd view him as nothing but just another supernatural creature. Not to mention the fact that John Winchester had already proven himself to be one extremely stubborn bastard and given how much Sam seemed to take after his father, he'd bet good money on Lucifer's vessel being equally capable of being obsessively driven. Dean didn't immediately strike him like that, but from what little he'd already witnessed of the elder Winchester boy, he knew that all it would take was a hint of a threat to his family for Dean to explode into a dangerous offensive attack himself.
The sudden, ringing silence was almost shocking after all of the shouting, but Gabriel didn't let it fool him. He knew better than to suddenly expect things to change after all that he'd already witnessed here tonight. He was proven painfully right when Lucifer's vessel turned his attention from his fallen brother back to his father, anger twisting his features.
"Now look what you've done!" Sam accused, gesturing towards Dean. "You've hurt Dean. Again."
"What I've done?" John demanded, eyes narrowed. "You're the one who pushed your brother away."
Yeah, this was exactly what Gabriel had both feared and desperately hoped wouldn't happen even though in his heart he'd known better than to believe that it wouldn't. For one brief moment he thought for sure that Dean was just going to get up again and try to place himself between his father and brother once more. The look of frustration on the boy's face brought back his own and it was almost as if he were back in Heaven, watching Michael and Lucifer tear into each other with absolutely no regard for what it did to him and the others.
It was beyond painful and if Michael's vessel actually did get up only to repeat what Dean had done before, then Gabriel would simply have to leave as he just couldn't bear the thought of watching someone else repeating his old mistakes over and over again. It was just far too agonizing. Luckily, (finally!), a member of the Winchester family deigned to prove him wrong and he'd never been so happy about an occurrence like that in his whole life.
Instead of just getting back up and repeating his actions like before, a look of such pain and anguish crossed Dean's face that Gabriel's heart broke for the boy all over again. Then, Michael's vessel slowly pushed himself to his feet, eyes never leaving his father and brother who continued to argue like two spoiled brats each determined to win, no matter the cost to themselves or those they purported to love. Only instead of simply stepping forwards towards them, the elder Winchester boy turned around and walked away, back the way that he'd come earlier, charging in to save his ungrateful family.
Because John and Sam were so focused on their argument, neither of them realized that Michael's vessel had left until the deep throated purr of a beautifully maintained muscle car reached them. At that, Gabriel was pleased to note, the two finally took note of something other than themselves and their petty squabbling.
"Dean?" Sam asked, looking about in shock and confusion.
"Son?" John added.
Their reactions told Gabriel all that he needed to know about how often Dean took this kind of action and that disheartened him a little. The brief hope that he'd possessed at the thought that perhaps it wasn't too late for Michael's vessel vanished in an instant. Clearly the boy was someone who normally stuck around against all odds, no matter how painful it might be or the cost to himself.
Dean Winchester would not be like him; someone who managed to walk away when it finally became clear that there was really nothing that could be done.
The realization was almost disappointing because, for one brief moment, Gabriel had almost thought that he'd managed to find a soul who'd truly understand him in a way that almost no one else could. And for that human to have been his oldest brother's vessel? Well that really would have taken the cake. Alas, it was not to be. The reactions of Lucifer's vessel and the boys' father made it crystal clear that this was highly abnormal behavior for Dean and the only thing that he could think of as causing it was the fact that the boy was already physically injured and just wasn't capable of taking another, emotional, beating on top of that. Not to mention the fact that Michael's vessel had to be running high on the adrenaline of not one, but two hunts, the latter of which had endangered not only himself, but his family as well.
The thought of exactly what the boy might choose to do with that pent up excitement gave Gabriel a lascivious grin. The elder Winchester boy was young, beautiful and, well, male, so he didn't think that it was much of a stretch, especially since he very much suspected that Michael's vessel could do with some company right about now. That combined with the fact that the other two Winchesters looked ready to start tearing into each other once more any moment now made his next choice dead easy.
After all, Gabriel really wasn't all that good at resisting temptation. And most especially not when it came in as gorgeous a package as Dean Winchester.
Without so much as a whisper of sound to mark his passage, Gabriel vanished from where he stood, leaving Sam and John Winchester to either work out their differences or not. Honestly, though, he strongly suspected that it would be the latter.
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Even the length of the drive back into town wasn't enough to calm the elder Winchester boy's temper, but Gabriel didn't mind that in the slightest as it meant that Dean inadvertently scared off all of the women who might otherwise have approached him as soon as he was settled at the bar that his brother's vessel had chosen. Though dangerous was definitely something which turned a lot of girls on, dangerous and scowling was not.
That was a good thing though as it gave Gabriel the time that he needed to sort out a few things of his own. That he was going to act on his attraction hadn't even been in question, his lack of ability to resist temptation and all of that. No, the question was a matter of how he was going to act on it. That was a lot more complicated. Not only was there that whole ridiculous homophobia thing that humans had going these days, but there was also the teensy tiny fact that Dean Winchester was Michael's vessel.
Gabriel tried to forcibly ignore the flicker of jealousy and possessiveness that sparked to life within him at the thought as nothing good could possibly come of it. Not only was it an immutable fact that couldn't be changed no matter what he did, but there was absolutely no way that he was going to emulate Lucifer's behavior and throw a hissy fit over something like this. Or at least that was what he was determined that he wouldn't do, no matter how much a certain part of his Grace seemed to want to protest that. It just didn't make any sense. The boy was simply a human, a particularly important one (almost the most important one in all of Creation not to put too fine a point on it) but still just a random human to him, one out of billions and billions and countless billions that he'd encountered during his time on Earth. So really he shouldn't be feeling like this no matter how much of his type the boy was.
His Father really could be a Bastard at times.
Still, ignoring all of the rest, Gabriel could think of two problems with his plan to get Dean Winchester into bed. First, odds were that the boy wasn't gay, and second, even if Michael's vessel was into guys then there was still the issue of his appearance. Though there was no chance of the boy recognizing him, his brother was another matter altogether. Should Michael see him in his vessel's memory when his brother took Dean Winchester, then he would wish that he was a dead man when Michael came for his revenge.
His big brother did not play well with others and Michael most definitely did not share his toys.
Ever.
Why the hell was he thinking of doing this again?
Gabriel's racing thoughts froze when he looked up and caught sight of the Winchester boy once more. Oh, right, that was why. A pretty face, yeah, he could live with that. Wasn't like he had much to lose now anyway, no, Lucifer and Michael had already seen to that. In a way, part of him was all but salivating at the chance to stick it to at least one of his brothers.
So, temptation wrapped in temptation.
How could he possible resist that?
He was so unbelievably screwed.
Despite the situation, Gabriel couldn't help but smile. Of course, that was the answer to his primary two dilemmas. It had been a while since he'd spent any significant amount of time as a woman and even longer since he'd had sex as one. It wasn't quite the same, but it wasn't without its pleasures and something told him that he'd have a far easier time getting Dean Winchester to submit to him as a woman than he would as a man.
A quick scan of the boy confirmed Gabriel's earlier suspicions that Dean Winchester was a ladies' man. What was surprising, though, was the fact that it was only skin deep so to speak. Beyond that he could sense the boy's true orientation and wow. Not only was his big brother's vessel bi, but Dean was one of the most natural subs that he'd ever encountered before and he'd more than met his fair share of them. The depth of it all but had him salivating and itching to take and claim the boy right now and not just for a single night either.
With an effort, Gabriel shoved the thought aside and focused instead on the why. It actually made sense now that he thought about it for a moment. Dean Winchester was the vessel; Michael's vessel. As the one to house the most powerful archangel in existence, it made logical sense that the boy would be a natural submissive. It was his ultimate role in life after all.
And he just kept running into one thing he didn't want to think about after another. Gabriel hated his life sometimes, luckily he knew just the thing to distract himself from those pesky thoughts.
With a lascivious grin, Gabriel snapped his fingers and transformed his vessel. He'd been thinking something along the lines of a leggy blond, but instead found that his Grace had something else in mind. His new form looked very much like his old one, only female and with appropriately longer hair. The only thing about his vessel at the moment which didn't look how it would have if the guy had been born a girl was his bust. He never had been able to resist giving himself a great rack, it was all about the little pleasures in life after all.
As for his Grace's decision to maintain as much of what he viewed of as his physical appearance as possible, well, Gabriel wasn't going to think too closely on it. He generally didn't with these kinds of things. He found that was most often the safest course of action to take.
A second snap of his fingers and Gabriel was dressed in a vampy, little red dress with three inch fire engine red heels. Man, there were things he loved about being a woman.
The eyes of half the men in the room were on Gabriel as soon as he entered the bar and it didn't take long for the others to follow suit. The attention made him add a little sway to his hips, giving them a show, but he had eyes only for one man in the bar. Unfortunately the human in question had his back turned to him and had his eyes trained on his beer. Slightly annoyed, he nonetheless took the opportunity to cop a peek at the boy's soul.
What Gabriel saw stunned him so much that he stumbled and he only just managed to catch himself.
That was not a normal soul.
"Hey, are you okay?"
The question pulled Gabriel from his shock and he looked up into the concerned face of Dean Winchester. "Huh?"
"I asked if you were okay," the boy repeated.
"Oh, yeah, thanks. I could just die from embarrassment, but beyond that I'm just fine. Thanks."
"How about I buy you a drink? To help you get over the embarrassment?"
Gabriel smiled widely. "Sure."
The look Winchester copped of his breasts didn't go unnoticed and Gabriel let his smile grow as he slipped close, brushing up against Dean flirtatiously. "So, can I get your name with that drink or should I just make something up, sugar?"
Michael's vessel laughed, slipping an arm around his waist. "My name's Dean. What's yours?"
Gabrielle was on the tip of Gabriel's tongue before he managed to stop himself. Giving the boy that name coupled with the minimal alterations to his vessel was a recipe for disaster when his brother took control of his true vessel. Instead he smiled coyly as Dean helped him onto a bar stool.
"What do you want it to be?"
Dean laughed. "So that's how you want to play it, huh?"
"What can I say, I like to keep a little air of mystery going."
"Yeah, well you want to tell me what you like to drink or should I guess that too?"
"I'm partial to sweet things."
"Sweet, huh?"
"Yep," Gabriel confirmed, letting his eyes wander suggestively as he licked his lips before glancing back up to look Dean in the eye. "Though I also like things strong and... well, shall we say, hot."
The boy snorted at that though Gabriel could tell that Dean was most definitely interested.
"So what do you want?" Dean asked.
"A chocolate martini, please."
"Someone's not afraid of a few calories."
"You saying I should be?"
The speed with which the boy's eyes widened was comical and in any other circumstances Gabriel would have laughed, but he had absolutely no desire to ruin the mood like that. Instead he leaned forwards, angling his head just right for a kiss.
Well, one thing that Gabriel could already say for Dean was that the boy caught on quick and that he definitely knew how to kiss. Michael's vessel was also clearly used to being in charge from the way he tried to take control of the kiss, but Gabriel resisted. Instead, he bit at Dean's lower lip and then swept his tongue into the boy's hot, willing mouth when Dean moaned.
Oh, yeah, this was going to be epic.
"You got a room nearby?" Dean inquired when they separated.
"Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, lover boy," Gabriel teased. "I want my chocolate martini first."
The boy groaned.
Part 2
Pairings: Dean/Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: just who and what Gabriel is
Warnings: slash, gender bending, het, food!sex, oral, toys, dom!Gabriel
Word Count: 15,231
Note: This fic was written for the gabriel-bigbang 2013. The title comes from the phrase 'and lead us not into temptation' because I thought it appropriate given Gabriel's near complete lack of control in that particular area :)
Summary: Despite millennia of steering clear of his family, Gabriel found himself completely unable to resist looking up the two vessels destined to allow his brothers to end it all.
Beta: aerilex
Artist: ravenmoonart - Art Masterlist
Even now, millennia after his departure from Heaven, and secure in the knowledge that he'd done the right thing, Gabriel still wasn't proud of his actions. It vexed him that as close to the end as they were, that he could still feel ashamed of the way that he'd acted, slipping out of his home in the dead of night like some petulant spoiled brat determined to have his own way. That wasn't what it had been like at all, but the comparison grated nonetheless as he knew that there were plenty who'd view his actions as precisely that.
It was a clash of ideals. Was it better to remain at home and try to mediate things or leave so that he could live his own life? It seemed to depend upon the book or movie in question that dealt with the issue. Some made the hero out to be the one who stuck with his family no matter what, while others had the hero's struggle be all about breaking away from an overbearing or oppressive family in order to be free to live their own life and follow their dreams.
Gabriel liked the latter plotlines far better.
Literature and film were full of those kinds of conflicting stories and plot points, though. It was just like how in one story the man obsessed with avenging the death of a wife, child or lover was the ultimate hero, struggling bravely against impossible odds in order to ensure justice for those that he'd loved. Yet in the next movie, the same behavior would be ruthlessly condemned and made out to be nothing more than the obsession of a sorry old man who couldn't let go of the past and therefore ruined all of his remaining relationships in his mindless and useless quest for vengeance. Somehow the men in those latter scenarios always had people left who'd loved them but couldn't understand or put up his need for justice while the men in the former scenario never did. Perhaps because they were all dead, the bad guys having been far more successful than with the men in the latter scenario. So, yeah, the same behavior was easily twisted around by authors and screenwriters to suit whatever the needs of their particular plot were.
Eye of the beholder and all that crap. Well not crap in cases like his, but Gabriel absolutely hated it when people tried to use an excuse like that to justify their actions in cases where it just wasn't applicable. It was the type of self-righteousness that he couldn't stand and which drove him nuts. Or at least it had before he'd become a trickster. Now he still hated it on some level but he liked it as well because it meant that he got to trick them and he loved nothing more than putting some self-righteous bastard or arrogant ass in his rightful place. And if they couldn't learn their place, well then it wasn't like he was altering where they ultimately ended up, he was just speeding the process along a little and saving those left behind from having to be around the sorry excuse for a human being any longer.
So, yeah, overall Gabriel was quite happy with the life that he'd made for himself since leaving Heaven. Sure, he'd be a lot happier if he were still in contact with his family and they could all get along, but that just wasn't going to happen no matter what he did so he was done banging his head up against a brick wall and getting nothing for his efforts but pain and suffering. In fact he was so settled in his decision and chosen life and role that he wasn't even sure why he was resurrecting the issue now.
Sure, Gabriel thought about it from time to time (he still loved his family after all no matter how insufferable they might have become), generally when he stumbled across a church or some bastard who twisted his Father's teachings around even more than they already were on Earth simply so that they could be used to justify all kinds of atrocities or barbarities, but that was never anything big. It was never anything that made him stop and think about whether he'd made the right choice or not.
This, however, was different.
In a way, Gabriel knew that he'd brought it upon himself. For centuries he'd gone out of his way to avoid anything to do with his family unless it pertained to a trick. He should have known that to change that now would lead to something like this. Unfortunately he'd just gotten far too curious to leave well enough alone.
He'd never been particularly good at resisting temptation, Gabriel could easily admit to that particular weakness. So once he'd realized that his brother's vessels- the vessels!- were around, it had only been a matter of time before he'd caved and sought them out. All things considered, he was actually rather proud of the fact that he'd been able to hold off doing so for nearly two decades. It was actually quite an achievement for him and he never let a chance go by to be satisfied with himself. Not that it would have been particularly interesting to see them earlier when they were nothing but two small kids, but still it was an achievement nonetheless.
The other reason (beyond the lack of entertainment value, of course) that Gabriel had put off looking up the Winchester boys sooner was because as long as he didn't do so, he could pretend that they got along just fine. That they weren't like Michael and Lucifer were now, but were rather as his brothers had been, once upon a time so long ago that he could hardly even remember it now. Still, even knowing that this would probably end in tears and that the only person who'd be hurt was himself, he'd been completely unable to resist the temptation any longer.
Decision made, Gabriel had found it surprisingly difficult to track the Winchesters down. Since he'd been doing his utmost best to ignore anything related to his family for as long as he could, he'd missed out on what had happened to the Winchester family and thus he hadn't known that they'd become hunters. It made sense once he'd learned of it, but he hadn't known about it until he'd started trying to find them. The manipulation involved in getting the family there angered him - after all, their lives would already be cut short, why not allow them some peace before it happened?
Of course Gabriel knew that he could just be thinking that because of the fight which he was currently witnessing. It was almost like having all of his worst fears realized.
Almost.
But not quite.
When Gabriel had arrived in town- already invisible to human eyes- it had instantly become apparent that the two brothers weren't actually together and were instead on opposite ends of the town. Annoyed, he'd chosen to seek out the younger one as Sam Winchester was with his father and he'd been inordinately curious about the Winchester patriarch who'd decided to drag his kids out onto the road with him, hunting. His initial impulse when he'd heard of this had been anger and the itching desire to trick John Winchester, but then he'd heard about Azazel and figured out enough of the demon's plans to not only understand, but also condone the elder Winchester's actions.
Apparently, though, the man hadn't chosen to share his knowledge with his son.
Gabriel could identify with Sam's frustration on that part at least. His own Father's outright refusal to share His plans with them and subsequent abrupt disappearance drove him mad whenever he thought about it, so he generally just didn't. If his Father couldn't be bothered to give a damn about them, then why should he give a damn about Him?
If only it were that simple, but Gabriel had always refused to let himself linger on that particular thought any longer than strictly necessary.
"I still don't get why I have to be here," Sam Winchester whined in a way that instantly grated on Gabriel's nerves.
It made the boy sound far more like some spoiled brat than a warrior in training. It was also far too reminiscent of the tone of Lucifer's voice towards the end, just before the Rebellion, for his comfort. It made sense that Sam would make him think of his brother, but Gabriel had secretly hoped that it would be the old Lucifer that he'd be reminded of, not the version of his brother that had chosen to defy their Father and destroy their family.
"Because I said so," John retorted.
"Why?" Sam demanded. "You don't need me here, it's just a chupacabra. You can handle it alone, hell, you sent Dean to handle the other one alone."
"Sam-"
"I've got a book report that's due tomorrow and a US history essay I need to start the research for that's due next Thursday."
"Forget about those, we're leaving on Monday."
"What?!"
"I've just got a few things to tie up this weekend here and then we're off. There's a hunt in New England that Caleb needs a hand with that will take a while, so I've found us a place in New Hampshire. You can finish the school year there."
"You said that when we moved here!"
"Well things change, Sam."
Because Gabriel hadn't stopped monitoring Dean Winchester's location when he'd decided to look up Sam and John first, he knew that Michael's vessel was rapidly approaching their location. Either the boy had already taken care of the chupacabra that he'd been hunting or something else had come up that was more important. Strangely enough he didn't even consider the fact that Dean could have abandoned the hunt and he wasn't sure if that was because John had trusted his eldest enough to take care of it on his own or because he himself just couldn't see anyone who was supposed to be even remotely like Michael simply abandoning what was essentially the human equivalent of a smiting.
Not that the vessel had to be that much like his eldest brother, but somehow seeing just how much like Lucifer Sam Winchester was, Gabriel doubted that he was wrong in this particular instance.
Sam snorted. "You always say that."
"Maybe that's because it's true," John snapped. "Caleb has asked for my help."
"I don't care."
Those words hit Gabriel like physical blows and he recoiled from the two humans. How could the boy not care? Hunting was about saving lives, well either that or about being able to kill things with impunity, but he wasn't picking up that kind of attitude here even if he could all but taste the need for revenge which drove John Winchester. Despite that, he was starting to feel his Trickster fingers itching once more, but in regards to Sam instead of John this time. From the nature of the argument it was quite clear to him that this was not a new complaint of the boy's and though it wasn't at the same level as the offences that he normally bothered to punish people for, this kind of casual disregard for the lives of others, especially for such selfish reasons, did grate on his nerves.
"You've made that more than obvious, believe me," John retorted. "Now shut up and keep your eyes peeled."
"No," Sam refused point blank.
"What did you say?"
"I said no. There is no reason for me to be here, you could have done this hunt entirely on your own, without either Dean or me."
"You'll never learn how to hunt if I never take you along."
"I don't want to learn how to hunt. That's your obsession, not mine."
The slight rustle in the undergrowth at the edge of the woods instantly caught Gabriel's attention but was missed entirely by the two arguing hunters. His enhanced eyesight easily spotted the chupacabra peering out at the humans and he frowned, unsure of whether he should interfere here or not. On the one hand he thought that it would serve the two of them right for being so stupid as to allow themselves to get this distracted while on a hunt, but on the other hand he knew how important Sam Winchester was to the grand scheme of things. Had it always been intended that he would be here in order to save these two Winchesters from their own incompetence? He wouldn't put it past his Father to have planned it out that way. He'd never been able to outmaneuver the Old Man after all or even mildly surprise Him.
It gave Gabriel a headache at times, just trying to figure out if every step that he took was Planned or if he was doing something new and unchartered. He tried not to think about it too much but every now and then a situation like this one would present itself and force him to reconsider the issue. Luckily for him, though, the choice was taken out of his hands when Dean Winchester burst onto the scene just as the chupacabra chose to attack. As a result, his first impression of Michael's true vessel was of fierce flashing eyes, a determined expression, the utmost confidence in his own skills and a beauty the likes of which he didn't see often.
"Fuck," Gabriel uttered as he felt instant interest stirring deep within him.
He really should have seen this coming as Gabriel was well aware of his predilection towards beautiful and strong warriors of both genders and there really shouldn't have been much doubt about how his Father would favor His Righteous Man, but he hadn't. Somehow he'd managed to not make that particular connection and thus hadn't braced himself properly for the sight of Dean Winchester, much less of the boy charging in, guns blazing, or rather knife flashing. With a cry most likely designed to both distract the chupacabra away from its chosen prey as much as to alert his father and brother to the danger, Dean flung himself at the creature. The long knife he held in his hands was already stained with the blood of the first chupacabra that the boy had slain tonight.
Unfortunately for Dean, this attack was less than ideal given the distance the boy still had to cross to get to the chupacabra and Gabriel felt his breath catch in his throat as he watched the creature twist around to meet this unexpected attack head on.
"Dean!" John cried out, springing into action but it was already far too late.
The chupacabra managed to sidestep Dean's attack and its tail swung out, viciously catching the boy across the head and knocking him aside carelessly. Before he could even think about it, Gabriel found that he had already reached out with his Grace and cushioned the young hunter's fall so that instead of breaking or bruising any of his ribs as he would have in hitting the tree, Dean was merely winded when he landed back on the ground.
"Dean!" Sam cried out, rushing to his brother's side, heedless of the danger he was placing himself in in doing so.
All of the sudden loud noise was merely serving to wind the chupacabra up and Gabriel winced as he saw it preparing to leap at the younger Winchester boy whose frantic dash to get to his brother's side was probably seen as another attack. This time his intervention was not necessary though as both John and Dean reacted. Michael's vessel twisted around and leapt to his feet to grab his little brother and shove him aside while John lunged forward with his own knife. Distracted by the boys and not used to dealing with human prey, the chupacabra went down easily.
The creature made a pathetic whimpering sound when John buried his knife into its side and then it was all over. For a moment there was nothing but silence and Gabriel found himself stilling his vessel's breathing as he waited for someone to react. He'd already seen enough of the Winchester family's interaction to know that things were going to get nasty fast, he just wasn't sure what Dean Winchester's presence would do to the dynamics of John and Sam's interactions. For a moment there was nothing, all of them were seemingly frozen in place.
Then...
"Ow," Dean moaned, swaying before slumping sideways against a convenient tree, one arm wrapped around his middle.
"Dean!" Sam cried out once more, pushing himself to his feet from where he'd fallen when shoved out of the way.
The obvious concern for his older brother that Sam displayed pleased Gabriel and eased his critical opinion of Lucifer's vessel just a little. He hadn't forgotten any of the callousness of the boy's earlier words, but he had a soft spot a mile wide when it came to genuine brotherly affection. And, gee, he couldn't possibly imagine why that might be.
Not.
"Dean, are you okay?" Sam demanded dropping to his knees at his brother's side and starting to tear at Dean's clothing. "Let me look!"
"Move aside, Sam," John ordered as he joined them, pushing his youngest son out of the way.
"Hey!" Sam protested.
"Guys, I'm fine," Dean stated, knocking away their questing hands. "Come on."
"Dean," John reprimanded, both his voice and face stern.
Oh shit, Gabriel recognized that tone and look only all too well. Just like the look which crossed Dean Winchester's face in response was instantly familiar to him as well. It was Michael dead on, to the point where if he didn't know any better, he'd be tempted to see if it wasn't really his brother in there. The mere thought was so ridiculous though that he couldn't help but laugh, even if it wasn't a very nice sound to hear. It wasn't the first time that he'd thought that perhaps that was exactly what his Father should have done, namely to have made both Michael and Lucifer human. The idea actually appealed to him so much that if he were capable of doing it, he'd have torn out their Graces himself.
It was the perfect solution as far as Gabriel was concerned. It would give his stubborn brothers each some much needed perspective and if they really wanted to duke it out after that, well then at least they'd be human and not capable of destroying all that he held dear in their precious little death match. If only he were strong enough to do that.
"You're hurting him!"
Sam Winchester's protest drew Gabriel out of his thoughts and he glanced back to find John carefully running his hands over his eldest's chest, diligently checking the ribs for any breaks or cracks. As the youngest Winchester had stated, the process was clearly painful to Dean, but the boy didn't protest, even managing to keep almost completely quiet while his father carried out his examination. Once he was done with his son's chest, John moved to check the back of his firstborn's head before finally sitting back on his heels.
"Looks like nothing's broken or cracked, just bruised," John stated.
"Told you I was fine," Dean said, pulling his shirt back down and it wasn't until it was covered up again that Gabriel realized that he'd been staring at the exposed skin hungrily.
Like most hunters, Dean Winchester was both toned and well-muscled, though not too much unlike some humans that Gabriel had seen before. They were just grotesque and, in every case that he'd looked into further, overcompensating for something ranging from the size of their dick to their complete and utter lack of personality. No, he liked guys like this much better. Muscled but still real.
"It was close," John countered, eyes flashing. "Far too close."
"Yeah and whose fault was that?" Sam muttered pointedly under his breath, but not nearly as quietly as the boy had thought.
Well, unless Sam Winchester had intended for his father to overhear it. Gabriel wasn't entirely sure which way the comment had been meant but he could see the instant that the meaning of it reached the eldest Winchester.
"What's that supposed to mean?" John demanded softly; dangerously.
"You know exactly what I meant," Sam shot back. "If you hadn't dragged us out here tonight, then Dean wouldn't have gotten hurt!"
"Guys-" Dean began, clearly trying to stop the argument before it got any further, but he was completely ignored and Gabriel felt a pang of sympathy at the obvious distress on the boy's face.
"If I hadn't-" John started, breaking off in anger. "If you had just followed orders for once in your life then this wouldn't have happened! Instead you just had to disobey and argue as usual, allowing the chupacabra to catch us off-guard."
"Oh so now it's my fault. Very mature, Dad," Sam snapped.
"Guys, stop it!" Dean demanded, louder this time as he struggled to his feet.
So this was how adding Michael's vessel to the mix affected things. Bitterness flooded Gabriel as he recognized the scene unfolding before him only all too well. Except that instead of Dean Winchester playing Michael's role in this to Sam Winchester's Lucifer, it was John Winchester fulfilling his oldest brother's role while Dean instead took on the part that he'd always played in his own family's theatrics. The desperate peacekeeper who tried his utmost best to keep the others from fighting but who was completely ignored or even twisted around into a reason for them to fight even more.
The feelings that Gabriel had already been feeling for Dean Winchester shifted within him and the next thing that he knew they were no longer purely physical, but now emotional as well. Instead of just wanting to take the boy into his bed, he now also wanted to whisk him away from here, from the torn and disintegrating family, off to somewhere that Dean could be appreciated for who he was and not have to have his heart ripped to shreds all the time watching his family tear themselves apart with no regard for him and his feelings.
Shit, but Gabriel knew that he was in trouble now. Not only did he know from personal experience that Dean would not thank him for such an action (even if he wasn't what the boy would most likely view as just another supernatural creature to be hunted and killed), but neither Michael nor Lucifer would allow it. Both of his brothers were so set on their destined smack down that he was sure that both Michael and Lucifer would come after him just to get Dean back, even Lucifer. If only his brothers could find something else- anything else!- to agree on so vehemently. Just one teensy, weensy thing, that was all that he asked for as no matter what it was, he was sure that he could work with it.
He was- oh who was he fucking kidding? Gabriel hated the fact that he could still be so naive when it came to his family. Despite all that had happened and the fact that he'd literally thrown his hands up and walked out, a part of him still thought that he could somehow magically fix things just like Dean Winchester clearly hadn't caught onto the fact that he was fighting for a lost cause here. The boy's father and brother would never reconcile with each other, at least not the way that Michael's vessel so desperately wanted for them to or even the way that Gabriel himself wanted them to. It was utterly absurd, he knew, but somehow he felt that if Dean could just make John and Sam get along with each other like that, then somehow he could do the same with his own family.
More fool he, apparently, for still not having learned his lesson. Sometimes, Gabriel realized, he really was the world's greatest idiot. His Father had to be laughing His ass off at him just now.
While lost in his thoughts, Gabriel had lost track of the argument, not that he thought that it really mattered. Both Sam and John seemed to have a one track mind when it came to this particular topic. The only difference that he could see was that the two had gotten closer to each other and were practically yelling in the other's face. He wasn't really sure what they intended to achieve with that, other than serving to simply to piss each other off even more, but it might be a result of their sheer height which in most other circumstances would allow them to physically intimidate their opponents. Not so here and now and he absently wondered if it would come to blows between the two of them.
It had with his family.
"Hey, come on now," Dean tried again, attempting to physically force himself between the two of them. "Dad, Sam!"
From the angle at which he stood, Gabriel couldn't see which of them did it, but either Sam or John inadvertently jolted Michael's vessel and Dean staggered back to fall on his ass with a grunt. That it had aggravated his bruises was clear from the flash of pain on the boy's face and the way he wrapped an arm protectively around his midsection. The urge to reach out and heal the injury rose within Gabriel but he resisted it, knowing that to give into that impulse would be a very unwise choice at the very best. And at worst, well, he was facing three hunters who'd view him as nothing but just another supernatural creature. Not to mention the fact that John Winchester had already proven himself to be one extremely stubborn bastard and given how much Sam seemed to take after his father, he'd bet good money on Lucifer's vessel being equally capable of being obsessively driven. Dean didn't immediately strike him like that, but from what little he'd already witnessed of the elder Winchester boy, he knew that all it would take was a hint of a threat to his family for Dean to explode into a dangerous offensive attack himself.
The sudden, ringing silence was almost shocking after all of the shouting, but Gabriel didn't let it fool him. He knew better than to suddenly expect things to change after all that he'd already witnessed here tonight. He was proven painfully right when Lucifer's vessel turned his attention from his fallen brother back to his father, anger twisting his features.
"Now look what you've done!" Sam accused, gesturing towards Dean. "You've hurt Dean. Again."
"What I've done?" John demanded, eyes narrowed. "You're the one who pushed your brother away."
Yeah, this was exactly what Gabriel had both feared and desperately hoped wouldn't happen even though in his heart he'd known better than to believe that it wouldn't. For one brief moment he thought for sure that Dean was just going to get up again and try to place himself between his father and brother once more. The look of frustration on the boy's face brought back his own and it was almost as if he were back in Heaven, watching Michael and Lucifer tear into each other with absolutely no regard for what it did to him and the others.
It was beyond painful and if Michael's vessel actually did get up only to repeat what Dean had done before, then Gabriel would simply have to leave as he just couldn't bear the thought of watching someone else repeating his old mistakes over and over again. It was just far too agonizing. Luckily, (finally!), a member of the Winchester family deigned to prove him wrong and he'd never been so happy about an occurrence like that in his whole life.
Instead of just getting back up and repeating his actions like before, a look of such pain and anguish crossed Dean's face that Gabriel's heart broke for the boy all over again. Then, Michael's vessel slowly pushed himself to his feet, eyes never leaving his father and brother who continued to argue like two spoiled brats each determined to win, no matter the cost to themselves or those they purported to love. Only instead of simply stepping forwards towards them, the elder Winchester boy turned around and walked away, back the way that he'd come earlier, charging in to save his ungrateful family.
Because John and Sam were so focused on their argument, neither of them realized that Michael's vessel had left until the deep throated purr of a beautifully maintained muscle car reached them. At that, Gabriel was pleased to note, the two finally took note of something other than themselves and their petty squabbling.
"Dean?" Sam asked, looking about in shock and confusion.
"Son?" John added.
Their reactions told Gabriel all that he needed to know about how often Dean took this kind of action and that disheartened him a little. The brief hope that he'd possessed at the thought that perhaps it wasn't too late for Michael's vessel vanished in an instant. Clearly the boy was someone who normally stuck around against all odds, no matter how painful it might be or the cost to himself.
Dean Winchester would not be like him; someone who managed to walk away when it finally became clear that there was really nothing that could be done.
The realization was almost disappointing because, for one brief moment, Gabriel had almost thought that he'd managed to find a soul who'd truly understand him in a way that almost no one else could. And for that human to have been his oldest brother's vessel? Well that really would have taken the cake. Alas, it was not to be. The reactions of Lucifer's vessel and the boys' father made it crystal clear that this was highly abnormal behavior for Dean and the only thing that he could think of as causing it was the fact that the boy was already physically injured and just wasn't capable of taking another, emotional, beating on top of that. Not to mention the fact that Michael's vessel had to be running high on the adrenaline of not one, but two hunts, the latter of which had endangered not only himself, but his family as well.
The thought of exactly what the boy might choose to do with that pent up excitement gave Gabriel a lascivious grin. The elder Winchester boy was young, beautiful and, well, male, so he didn't think that it was much of a stretch, especially since he very much suspected that Michael's vessel could do with some company right about now. That combined with the fact that the other two Winchesters looked ready to start tearing into each other once more any moment now made his next choice dead easy.
After all, Gabriel really wasn't all that good at resisting temptation. And most especially not when it came in as gorgeous a package as Dean Winchester.
Without so much as a whisper of sound to mark his passage, Gabriel vanished from where he stood, leaving Sam and John Winchester to either work out their differences or not. Honestly, though, he strongly suspected that it would be the latter.
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Even the length of the drive back into town wasn't enough to calm the elder Winchester boy's temper, but Gabriel didn't mind that in the slightest as it meant that Dean inadvertently scared off all of the women who might otherwise have approached him as soon as he was settled at the bar that his brother's vessel had chosen. Though dangerous was definitely something which turned a lot of girls on, dangerous and scowling was not.
That was a good thing though as it gave Gabriel the time that he needed to sort out a few things of his own. That he was going to act on his attraction hadn't even been in question, his lack of ability to resist temptation and all of that. No, the question was a matter of how he was going to act on it. That was a lot more complicated. Not only was there that whole ridiculous homophobia thing that humans had going these days, but there was also the teensy tiny fact that Dean Winchester was Michael's vessel.
Gabriel tried to forcibly ignore the flicker of jealousy and possessiveness that sparked to life within him at the thought as nothing good could possibly come of it. Not only was it an immutable fact that couldn't be changed no matter what he did, but there was absolutely no way that he was going to emulate Lucifer's behavior and throw a hissy fit over something like this. Or at least that was what he was determined that he wouldn't do, no matter how much a certain part of his Grace seemed to want to protest that. It just didn't make any sense. The boy was simply a human, a particularly important one (almost the most important one in all of Creation not to put too fine a point on it) but still just a random human to him, one out of billions and billions and countless billions that he'd encountered during his time on Earth. So really he shouldn't be feeling like this no matter how much of his type the boy was.
His Father really could be a Bastard at times.
Still, ignoring all of the rest, Gabriel could think of two problems with his plan to get Dean Winchester into bed. First, odds were that the boy wasn't gay, and second, even if Michael's vessel was into guys then there was still the issue of his appearance. Though there was no chance of the boy recognizing him, his brother was another matter altogether. Should Michael see him in his vessel's memory when his brother took Dean Winchester, then he would wish that he was a dead man when Michael came for his revenge.
His big brother did not play well with others and Michael most definitely did not share his toys.
Ever.
Why the hell was he thinking of doing this again?
Gabriel's racing thoughts froze when he looked up and caught sight of the Winchester boy once more. Oh, right, that was why. A pretty face, yeah, he could live with that. Wasn't like he had much to lose now anyway, no, Lucifer and Michael had already seen to that. In a way, part of him was all but salivating at the chance to stick it to at least one of his brothers.
So, temptation wrapped in temptation.
How could he possible resist that?
He was so unbelievably screwed.
Despite the situation, Gabriel couldn't help but smile. Of course, that was the answer to his primary two dilemmas. It had been a while since he'd spent any significant amount of time as a woman and even longer since he'd had sex as one. It wasn't quite the same, but it wasn't without its pleasures and something told him that he'd have a far easier time getting Dean Winchester to submit to him as a woman than he would as a man.
A quick scan of the boy confirmed Gabriel's earlier suspicions that Dean Winchester was a ladies' man. What was surprising, though, was the fact that it was only skin deep so to speak. Beyond that he could sense the boy's true orientation and wow. Not only was his big brother's vessel bi, but Dean was one of the most natural subs that he'd ever encountered before and he'd more than met his fair share of them. The depth of it all but had him salivating and itching to take and claim the boy right now and not just for a single night either.
With an effort, Gabriel shoved the thought aside and focused instead on the why. It actually made sense now that he thought about it for a moment. Dean Winchester was the vessel; Michael's vessel. As the one to house the most powerful archangel in existence, it made logical sense that the boy would be a natural submissive. It was his ultimate role in life after all.
And he just kept running into one thing he didn't want to think about after another. Gabriel hated his life sometimes, luckily he knew just the thing to distract himself from those pesky thoughts.
With a lascivious grin, Gabriel snapped his fingers and transformed his vessel. He'd been thinking something along the lines of a leggy blond, but instead found that his Grace had something else in mind. His new form looked very much like his old one, only female and with appropriately longer hair. The only thing about his vessel at the moment which didn't look how it would have if the guy had been born a girl was his bust. He never had been able to resist giving himself a great rack, it was all about the little pleasures in life after all.
As for his Grace's decision to maintain as much of what he viewed of as his physical appearance as possible, well, Gabriel wasn't going to think too closely on it. He generally didn't with these kinds of things. He found that was most often the safest course of action to take.
A second snap of his fingers and Gabriel was dressed in a vampy, little red dress with three inch fire engine red heels. Man, there were things he loved about being a woman.
The eyes of half the men in the room were on Gabriel as soon as he entered the bar and it didn't take long for the others to follow suit. The attention made him add a little sway to his hips, giving them a show, but he had eyes only for one man in the bar. Unfortunately the human in question had his back turned to him and had his eyes trained on his beer. Slightly annoyed, he nonetheless took the opportunity to cop a peek at the boy's soul.
What Gabriel saw stunned him so much that he stumbled and he only just managed to catch himself.
That was not a normal soul.
"Hey, are you okay?"
The question pulled Gabriel from his shock and he looked up into the concerned face of Dean Winchester. "Huh?"
"I asked if you were okay," the boy repeated.
"Oh, yeah, thanks. I could just die from embarrassment, but beyond that I'm just fine. Thanks."
"How about I buy you a drink? To help you get over the embarrassment?"
Gabriel smiled widely. "Sure."
The look Winchester copped of his breasts didn't go unnoticed and Gabriel let his smile grow as he slipped close, brushing up against Dean flirtatiously. "So, can I get your name with that drink or should I just make something up, sugar?"
Michael's vessel laughed, slipping an arm around his waist. "My name's Dean. What's yours?"
Gabrielle was on the tip of Gabriel's tongue before he managed to stop himself. Giving the boy that name coupled with the minimal alterations to his vessel was a recipe for disaster when his brother took control of his true vessel. Instead he smiled coyly as Dean helped him onto a bar stool.
"What do you want it to be?"
Dean laughed. "So that's how you want to play it, huh?"
"What can I say, I like to keep a little air of mystery going."
"Yeah, well you want to tell me what you like to drink or should I guess that too?"
"I'm partial to sweet things."
"Sweet, huh?"
"Yep," Gabriel confirmed, letting his eyes wander suggestively as he licked his lips before glancing back up to look Dean in the eye. "Though I also like things strong and... well, shall we say, hot."
The boy snorted at that though Gabriel could tell that Dean was most definitely interested.
"So what do you want?" Dean asked.
"A chocolate martini, please."
"Someone's not afraid of a few calories."
"You saying I should be?"
The speed with which the boy's eyes widened was comical and in any other circumstances Gabriel would have laughed, but he had absolutely no desire to ruin the mood like that. Instead he leaned forwards, angling his head just right for a kiss.
Well, one thing that Gabriel could already say for Dean was that the boy caught on quick and that he definitely knew how to kiss. Michael's vessel was also clearly used to being in charge from the way he tried to take control of the kiss, but Gabriel resisted. Instead, he bit at Dean's lower lip and then swept his tongue into the boy's hot, willing mouth when Dean moaned.
Oh, yeah, this was going to be epic.
"You got a room nearby?" Dean inquired when they separated.
"Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, lover boy," Gabriel teased. "I want my chocolate martini first."
The boy groaned.
Part 2