The angel's got the phone box (Part 1 of ?)
Title: The angel's got the phone box
Author: paradis_mort
Rating: T
Genre and/or Pairing: Superwho AU
Spoilers: none
Warnings: a little bit of swearing, mentions of sexy time
Word Count: 1,291
Notes/Prompts: The whole Doctor Who part of the story doesn't really get much play in this first part, exept for maybe the very very very small hint I hope you see... Also I'm just going to casually ignore Lucifer and Armagedon and just say that they already took care of it. So I guess this is during season 5.
Summary: Dean knew angels could could time travel. But Castiel calling himself a Time Lord was just pushing it.
Castiel sat on the dingy motel couch; he was staring off into space seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. If he had been with anyone else they would have asked him if he was okay, but not Dean. The hunter knew better than to start questioning his friend’s sudden bouts of silence where even the mention of a couple of cheeseburgers wouldn’t snap him out of it. The minds of angels were complex, just like a human’s, but in an entirely different way; Castiel found the hunter fascinating just as the latter found the angel as equally interesting. S in a way Dean understood the need Castiel had to just sit down and leave the human world to parade in his own head before going right back to reality and all the shit that came with it.
The trench-coat clad angel had been staring at the same bit of wall for about three hours now and Dean was starting to get worried. Not necessarily because it was so long, but because the bouts of silence were becoming more frequent and longer each time they came around. The Winchester found himself missing the angel when he was driving around or when he went to the bar. Sam swung by once in a while and his brother was good company, really he was, but he just wasn’t Castiel.
This time around Dean finally decided to do something about it; he called Gabriel.
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If there was one thing the Archangel Gabriel didn’t do, it was answer Dean Winchester when he called, especially after having even tried summoning him. (Can you imagine that? The absolute cheek!) But this was just ridiculous; seventeen calls and two summonings in the span of four hours were just a bit too much. If the older Winchester needed to talk to him he could get Sam to call him, then when the Trickster showed up he would complain about how Sam was the only one he ever answered apart from Castiel. Which brought up the question; why didn’t he just ask Castiel to ring him up on 1-800-ARCHANGEL? The two were joined at the hip, practically married! The only reason Castiel wouldn’t help Dean out was if he wasn’t with him (unlikely) or if something had happened to the younger angel…
‘Oh shit.’ thought Gabriel as the realisation crashed over him. ‘This can’t be good.’
He snapped his fingers and suddenly found himself in a dirty looking motel room. His nose was instantly assaulted by the smell of mold and humidity mixed with alcohol and sex. The smell, however horrible, was not as bad as other places the hunter had decided to stay in and was therefore a step up from the usual shit-hole. The same could not be said for the décor. All around him he could see… really fuzzy looking things: a fuzzy lamp, a fuzzy carpet, some fuzzy pillows, fuzzy curtains, and Gabriel was damn sure he saw some fuzzy hand-cuffs tucked under the mattress.
On a (also fuzzy) couch a few feet away from him sat his baby-brother Castiel, his back turned towards him. Standing right next to the (again) fuzzy furniture was the one and only Dean Winchester, who was clutching his phone and scowling down at it angrily before violently pressing one of the buttons and holding the machine up to his ear. Gabriel’s pocket started vibrating, erotic moans making themselves heard loudly all across the room, and the Trickster had to restrain himself from full out laughing at Dean’s bewildered expression, finally noticing the Archangels presence. What was even more priceless was what immediately spurred from his mouth: “Is that a recording of you having sex?!”
“Yup.” He answered, popping the ‘p’ and digging his hands in his pockets to turn the phone off so as not to talk over the delicious moans.
“With who?” Dean asked mortified, eyeing the pocket the offending phone currently occupied.
“Trust me Deano you don’t want to know.” And this time Gabriel really did full on laugh when the hunter turned pale and cleared his throat, shuffling around in embarrassment.
The Winchester took a few seconds to calm himself before clearing his throat yet again and looking anywhere but Gabriel. He finally started to explain the reason that he needed to talk to the Archangel seemingly having forgotten about the suggestive ringtone. Judging by the red tips of his ears however the Trickster knew full well Dean was going through the list of people the short angel could have had sex with and wouldn’t want him to know about; he obviously wasn’t going to find it.
And even if he did poor Sammy would have to deal with it by himself, because Gabriel found the idea of a situation like that hilarious.
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As he kept on explaining Dean saw Gabriel’s expression freeze. He had been smirking earlier but now he just looked shocked with wide eyes, face pale, short limbs frozen. The hunter couldn’t wrap his mind around why the Archangel would have such a reaction, and a worrying one to boot. The angel then suddenly fished what looked like a round silver object with a chain hanging off it out of his pocket, pressing it to his lips. His eyes closed and he started murmuring something into it. Dean couldn’t hear it, so he didn’t know if he was talking in English or Enochian, or maybe just flat out gibberish.
The next thing he knew Gabriel was gone. There had been no fluttering of wings or smoke bomb or any of the Tricksters usual antics when he decided to be all dramatic and leave the room. No, there had been nothing. It was as though he had just run away, but from what?
The next thing Dean noticed however, was a presence hovering right behind him. He swirled around and found himself in front of Castiel, their faces mere inches apart. The angel’s incredibly deep blue eyes were staring at the spot Gabriel had been mere seconds ago, his whole face scrunched up in concentration.
The look he had on his face reminded him of the face his brother Sam made. The type of face he made when he was researching some sort of obscure monster that they only ever read about somewhere a really long time ago, the type of look that just showed all the frustration you have because you know you know about something but you just can’t put your finger on it.
“Cas?” Dean ventured, placing a hesitant hand on his friend’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. The angel blinked in surprise, eyes focusing on the human in front of him for the first time in a few hours. His expression then turned from focused to pleading in an instant.
“I am sorry Dean I have not been active for the past few hours but I can-”
“Dude,” the hunter cut him off raising his hand. “It’s cool man.” He smiled, shrugging it off and turning towards the fuzzy bed, effectively cutting off any complaint Castiel might have had. The older Winchester didn’t know how tired he really felt until he sat down on the springy mattress and shut his eyes for a couple of seconds. In between worrying about Castiel and worrying about Gabriel’s sudden disappearance he had completely forgotten about himself.
He had just planed on sitting down but now Dean really felt like sleeping. Castiel was back with him and whatever Gabriel’s problem was could obviously wait until the morning if the Archangel had left so quickly. He also hadn’t noticed he had laid down either, only realizing it when a certain angel turned off the lights and murmuring something to him his brain was too sluggish to understand…
ALRIGHT!!!! Well I hope you liked it, I have absolutely no idea what to say now exept I hope you all come back to read chapter two~ I also want to thank the lovely no-need-for-walls--now for betaing my fic. Alos for making teh best comment about the fuzzines of the furniture ever.