Mark of Cain (Dean/Gabriel, PG)
Title: Mark of Cain
Pairing(s): Dean/Gabriel-ish
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1.057
Summary: What if Gabriel had succeeded in killing Lucifer?
It’s all over in a flash. Literally.
He’s outside with Sam when Sam suddenly grasps his chest, doubles over, then comes back up looking five years younger and carefree again, all the worry lines smoothed from his face in an instant. Dean hasn’t seen him quite like this since… since Sammy was twelve.
Dean’s seen the white flash coming from the motel, puts two and two together and suddenly he could swear he hears a million voices scream out all at once, but that might just be in his head. He’s not stupid though. He knows killing Lucifer doesn’t mean Evil will vanish with him. They still got work to do. But for now, for right now, maybe it’s okay to allow himself a moment of peace and happiness. He clutches Sam’s shoulder and Sam smiles at him, then grins, and, before he can see it coming, Dean’s wrapped up in a huge hug and Sam starts jumping up and down excitedly.
“We did it. Dean. Dean! It’s… I can’t believe it’s over!”
And Dean doesn’t have the heart to crush him just yet, so he just grins and nods. “Yeah, Sammy. Yeah, it is.” He holds on tighter.
**
Later that night, in a new motel six towns over, Sam’s sleeping with a smile on his face. Dean watches him for a while, but peace won’t come for him. He swallows and puts his shoes back on, then ventures on outside, following a deserted road to a deserted building, and he doesn’t even know what makes him go inside, but the pull is strong and he can’t help but comply.
He’s not even surprised when he finds Gabriel huddled in the corner, face hidden from Dean’s view.
“Don’t!” Gabriel stops him when he tries to come closer. “Don’t even.”
Dean stops, waits for a few, but patience is a virtue and he doesn’t roll like that. “Dude, you called me.”
“Oh, please.” Gabriel tries for his usual light-hearted tone, but fails. “Why would I do that? If I wanted company, this place would be swarming with hot babes.”
“Fine, whatever.” Dean rolls his eyes and turns to leave.
A silent, “I loved him, you know?” stops him.
“Yeah.” Dean nods, closes his eyes.
“He’s…” Gabriel hesitates, “Was my brother.” And suddenly he’s up and coming straight at Dean. “And you made me kill him!”
Dean’s too shell-shocked to react. Gabriel… Gabriel looks just like him, back when Sammy died. That first time. Numb, empty, broken. He’s not even angry enough to let it out on Dean, stops his fist a few inches in front of Dean’s face and Dean has to close his eyes again, has to swallow hard, can barely stand it in this room.
This could have been him. If things had been just a little different, if he’d said yes, this would be him. And he can’t bear the thought. Really, it’s too much.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. It’s stupid. Doesn’t mean a thing. But he is.
“Yeah?” Gabriel sneers. “Fuck you.”
Dean doesn’t respond.
“You’d have never said yes, would you?”
“No.” Dean looks at him again, shrugs. Not if it meant killing Sam.
“He would’ve, you know? Your precious Sammy?” Gabriel taunts him.
“I know,” is all Dean replies, eyes travelling to the ground. And Dean still wouldn’t have said yes, would have never harmed him. He knows it, deep in his gut, same as Gabriel knows it, too.
“I wonder, does that make me stronger than you, or weaker?” Gabriel muses.
Dean swallows again. He tries to justify it. Gabriel has killed Lucifer. The devil. The one who started this whole shit. He deserved to die. He did. Hell, if anyone ever deserved to be obliterated, then it was Lucifer. It would have been completely different with Sam. Sam was basically innocent. They’d just been dragged into this whole mess. Lucifer… Lucifer was the son of a bitch who’d started it.
“He was my big brother. He taught me everything I know.” Gabriel’s voice breaks and he turns away, going back to his spot in the corner.
And Dean knows, then. There’s no difference at all. Family is everything. He doesn’t know how to respond. ‘You did the right thing,’ would probably be the worst of all choices. “You saved a lot of innocent lives today.” He’s saved Sam’s. Dean’s, too, for that matter.
“Yes.” Gabriel snorts. “Alert the media. Lucifer killed by his own brother to save humanity. I’m sure they’re gonna throw me a parade.”
Dean bites his lip, looks down at the dirty ground again, suddenly feeling ashamed.
“I could bring him back,” Gabriel announces.
“What?” Dean’s blood freezes in his veins. No. He can’t do it all over again. He can’t.
“I create my own reality. You know that, Winchester. You’ve lived in it.” Gabriel looks at him with hope in his eyes and Dean feels like the biggest dick on the planet right now. Really, he does.
”You can’t.”
“And why the hell not?” Gabriel’s angry again.
“You can’t,” Dean repeats. Gabriel knows why. And Dean can only hope that Gabriel’s not as desperate as he’s been, way back when Sammy... Although he probably is. So Dean just has to rely on Gabriel being smarter.
All the fight leaving him, Gabriel sacks down. “I know.”
“You still got other brothers though, right?” Dean moves close enough to touch, but he doesn’t. “Maybe you could go back now?”
”Heaven?” Gabriel makes a face. “Nah. Too much has happened. I’d never belong.”
Again, Dean can relate. Not like he could just go live a normal life, much as he wishes to. “For what it’s worth, you still got us.” Dean reaches out, places his hand on Gabriel’s shoulder and squeezes.
Gabriel raises his eyebrow. “Whoop-de-do.” It comes out flat, but Dean can see something flicker in Gabriel’s eyes. He hopes it’s gratitude and not the beginning of a new war against a new arch enemy. Dean doesn’t have the time to find out, because in a blink, Gabriel’s gone. He’s sure they’ll see him again real soon though.
For now, Dean walks back to the motel where Sammy will still be sleeping and he thanks whoever will listen to him that this torch passed him by, that Gabriel is the one who has to carry the burden.
Pairing(s): Dean/Gabriel-ish
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1.057
Summary: What if Gabriel had succeeded in killing Lucifer?
It’s all over in a flash. Literally.
He’s outside with Sam when Sam suddenly grasps his chest, doubles over, then comes back up looking five years younger and carefree again, all the worry lines smoothed from his face in an instant. Dean hasn’t seen him quite like this since… since Sammy was twelve.
Dean’s seen the white flash coming from the motel, puts two and two together and suddenly he could swear he hears a million voices scream out all at once, but that might just be in his head. He’s not stupid though. He knows killing Lucifer doesn’t mean Evil will vanish with him. They still got work to do. But for now, for right now, maybe it’s okay to allow himself a moment of peace and happiness. He clutches Sam’s shoulder and Sam smiles at him, then grins, and, before he can see it coming, Dean’s wrapped up in a huge hug and Sam starts jumping up and down excitedly.
“We did it. Dean. Dean! It’s… I can’t believe it’s over!”
And Dean doesn’t have the heart to crush him just yet, so he just grins and nods. “Yeah, Sammy. Yeah, it is.” He holds on tighter.
**
Later that night, in a new motel six towns over, Sam’s sleeping with a smile on his face. Dean watches him for a while, but peace won’t come for him. He swallows and puts his shoes back on, then ventures on outside, following a deserted road to a deserted building, and he doesn’t even know what makes him go inside, but the pull is strong and he can’t help but comply.
He’s not even surprised when he finds Gabriel huddled in the corner, face hidden from Dean’s view.
“Don’t!” Gabriel stops him when he tries to come closer. “Don’t even.”
Dean stops, waits for a few, but patience is a virtue and he doesn’t roll like that. “Dude, you called me.”
“Oh, please.” Gabriel tries for his usual light-hearted tone, but fails. “Why would I do that? If I wanted company, this place would be swarming with hot babes.”
“Fine, whatever.” Dean rolls his eyes and turns to leave.
A silent, “I loved him, you know?” stops him.
“Yeah.” Dean nods, closes his eyes.
“He’s…” Gabriel hesitates, “Was my brother.” And suddenly he’s up and coming straight at Dean. “And you made me kill him!”
Dean’s too shell-shocked to react. Gabriel… Gabriel looks just like him, back when Sammy died. That first time. Numb, empty, broken. He’s not even angry enough to let it out on Dean, stops his fist a few inches in front of Dean’s face and Dean has to close his eyes again, has to swallow hard, can barely stand it in this room.
This could have been him. If things had been just a little different, if he’d said yes, this would be him. And he can’t bear the thought. Really, it’s too much.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. It’s stupid. Doesn’t mean a thing. But he is.
“Yeah?” Gabriel sneers. “Fuck you.”
Dean doesn’t respond.
“You’d have never said yes, would you?”
“No.” Dean looks at him again, shrugs. Not if it meant killing Sam.
“He would’ve, you know? Your precious Sammy?” Gabriel taunts him.
“I know,” is all Dean replies, eyes travelling to the ground. And Dean still wouldn’t have said yes, would have never harmed him. He knows it, deep in his gut, same as Gabriel knows it, too.
“I wonder, does that make me stronger than you, or weaker?” Gabriel muses.
Dean swallows again. He tries to justify it. Gabriel has killed Lucifer. The devil. The one who started this whole shit. He deserved to die. He did. Hell, if anyone ever deserved to be obliterated, then it was Lucifer. It would have been completely different with Sam. Sam was basically innocent. They’d just been dragged into this whole mess. Lucifer… Lucifer was the son of a bitch who’d started it.
“He was my big brother. He taught me everything I know.” Gabriel’s voice breaks and he turns away, going back to his spot in the corner.
And Dean knows, then. There’s no difference at all. Family is everything. He doesn’t know how to respond. ‘You did the right thing,’ would probably be the worst of all choices. “You saved a lot of innocent lives today.” He’s saved Sam’s. Dean’s, too, for that matter.
“Yes.” Gabriel snorts. “Alert the media. Lucifer killed by his own brother to save humanity. I’m sure they’re gonna throw me a parade.”
Dean bites his lip, looks down at the dirty ground again, suddenly feeling ashamed.
“I could bring him back,” Gabriel announces.
“What?” Dean’s blood freezes in his veins. No. He can’t do it all over again. He can’t.
“I create my own reality. You know that, Winchester. You’ve lived in it.” Gabriel looks at him with hope in his eyes and Dean feels like the biggest dick on the planet right now. Really, he does.
”You can’t.”
“And why the hell not?” Gabriel’s angry again.
“You can’t,” Dean repeats. Gabriel knows why. And Dean can only hope that Gabriel’s not as desperate as he’s been, way back when Sammy... Although he probably is. So Dean just has to rely on Gabriel being smarter.
All the fight leaving him, Gabriel sacks down. “I know.”
“You still got other brothers though, right?” Dean moves close enough to touch, but he doesn’t. “Maybe you could go back now?”
”Heaven?” Gabriel makes a face. “Nah. Too much has happened. I’d never belong.”
Again, Dean can relate. Not like he could just go live a normal life, much as he wishes to. “For what it’s worth, you still got us.” Dean reaches out, places his hand on Gabriel’s shoulder and squeezes.
Gabriel raises his eyebrow. “Whoop-de-do.” It comes out flat, but Dean can see something flicker in Gabriel’s eyes. He hopes it’s gratitude and not the beginning of a new war against a new arch enemy. Dean doesn’t have the time to find out, because in a blink, Gabriel’s gone. He’s sure they’ll see him again real soon though.
For now, Dean walks back to the motel where Sammy will still be sleeping and he thanks whoever will listen to him that this torch passed him by, that Gabriel is the one who has to carry the burden.