Wine, Archangels and Song (SN, Dean/Gabriel, NC-17) 1/4
The bar was worn, the door catching on ill-oiled hinges and the neon signs in the window buzzing and snapping in counterpart to the music pumping out of the jukebox.
The patronage was sparse, none of the dozen or so people looking up from their drinks when the door screamed as it was pulled open, air scented with fir and moss rolling in, momentarily freshening the close interior.
The newcomer settled on a worn barstool, leaning elbows clad in faded canvas on the bar and glancing around before turning to the man sitting two stools down and focusing on his own beer. "So," the newcomer asked, sounding amused at something, "anything good here?"
Dean jerked around so hard he actually overbalanced and half fell off his barstool. "You're dead!"
Gabriel looked down at himself, then over at Dean again and grinned. "Not so much."
"What the fuck? How... where?" Dean sputtered.
After motioning for a pair of beers, Gabriel turned toward Dean and smirked. "What was Lucifer's sin?" he asked.
Dean stared at him, then decided to play along. "Pride?"
"Exactly. Taught me everything I knew, my ass."
Dean started to laugh. "You conned the devil?"
"Got it in one, Dean," Gabriel snickered. "That left me free to do a little behind the scenes work and let you guys take all the glory."
Dean stopped with his beer halfway to his mouth, an arrested expression on his face. "I thought some stuff was suspiciously easy, but I couldn't figure out the con."
"Watching you try to figure it out was funny."
"You really are a twisted fuck, aren't you?" Dean snorted, amused.
"Must have been down here too long," Gabriel answered with a grin before he drained his beer and signaled for another. "Besides, I've heard you like twisted fucks."
"Geez, watch it there, Gabe; that almost sounded like you were flirting with me."
"Only almost?"
Gabriel had timed it perfectly so that Dean choked on his beer, spitting it across the scarred bar, earning him a sour look from the bartender.
"You may want to swallow that next time," Gabriel observed.
Dean glared. "Gee, thanks for the advice, Gabe. You must really be hard up if you're resorting to sexual innuendo."
"I thought that was your favorite kind of banter; just trying to speak the local lingo."
"You might want to try the redhead at the end of the bar. She doesn't look too picky."
"Speaking of that, why aren't you over there with her?" Gabriel grinned. "I would have thought she was just your type--breathing."
"After everything that went down, I just want some time away from everyone. You may have noticed the lack of Sam," Dean pointed out.
Gabriel gave an exaggerated look around before focusing on Dean again. "No Sam, interesting."
"We're not Siamese twins, you know."
The archangel's brown eyes focused on something far away, and he gave a fond smile. "The stories I could tell you about Siamese twins... But anyway, Sammy's settled down, and you're off on your own. Having fun?"
For a moment, Dean thought about asking for the details, but he shook his head. "Right now, I'm just enjoying the lack of a looming apocalypse."
"Understandable. You guys did a good job getting Luci back in his hole." Gabriel toasted Dean with his bottle.
Dean raised his bottle in return. "Never thought we'd all get out alive."
"First time you and Sam can say that in a few years."
A bitter laugh escaped Dean. "Yeah, we've both died much too much, not even counting your interference."
"I never counted on mine sticking," Gabriel shrugged. "And like you said, you both survived; should have bet on that, you'd be rich now--or maybe it was all some kind of plan..."
"Don't!" Dean exclaimed angrily. "As far as I'm concerned, the devil's locked up and God is dead, and there are no freaking plans."
Gabriel simply smirked and drank his beer, waiting for Dean to do the same before he spoke. "I've always said no plan is a good plan."
"Yeah, I've noticed that about you, that and your fondness for TV," Dean added with a smirk.
"Hey," Gabriel protested, "I gave you guys a good theme song!"
Dean glared. "I didn't want a theme song!"
"At least I didn't make you dress in drag."
"You damn near left Sam a falsetto."
Gabriel snickered.
"Don't you have other people in the world to pick on? Hey, why aren't you hooking up with Kali? For a destructive deity, she was pretty hot."
"In more ways than one, but she's a little ticked about the whole almost ending the world thing so," Gabriel shrugged. "On to bigger and better things."
"What the hell's bigger than the Destroyer?" Dean wanted to know.
"You'd be surprised."
"I guess so since I'd have said she was the top of the food chain, aside from you archs, that is."
Gabriel arched a single eyebrow at that comment. "Not really, the major players weren't at that little meeting--read up on your creation mythology, Dean."
"Really?" Dean looked honestly surprised. "I thought Kali the Destroyer was about as destructive as it got in the Hindu pantheon." He thought about that for a moment. "I might have got that from a movie though," he admitted with a slight smile.
"She's not just the Destroyer, Dean," Gabriel chided, "she's the goddess of time and change."
"They didn't mention it in the movie."
"Read a book."
"Why bother? I have you to correct me." Dean smirked at him.
Gabriel studied him for a long moment, then leaned over and poked Dean in the forehead before sitting back and smirking.
"What the hell was that for?" Dean exclaimed.
"The more you know, the further you'll go."
"And what does jabbing me in the head have to do with that?"
"What? You'd rather I jabbed you in the ass?" Gabriel asked, widening his eyes in mock innocence.
Dean paused, regarding the archangel curiously. "You know, you keep flirting and I'm going to start to think you mean it."
"Who's to say I don't?"
Dean stared at him, left speechless. He gestured with one hand, though what it was supposed to mean was anyone's guess.
"Despite everything I can do, I can't read minds, and I don't speak flapping fingers," Gabriel commented before tossing a piece of popcorn from the bowl that had appeared at his elbow into his mouth.
Dean took a deep breath, immediately followed by chugging the rest of his beer. "Okay, straight out, are you messing with me, or are you actually putting the moves on me?"
In answer, Gabriel lifted two fingers on the same hand into the air.
"I think I need another drink," Dean muttered. But he didn't say no, and he didn't leave.
"Barkeep, another round." Gabriel twisted on his stool and leaned an elbow against the bar. "Drink up," he suggested once the beers arrived in front of them. "Or do you need something stronger?"
"Tempting as that is, I think I need to be sober for this conversation," Dean said, turning on his stool to face Gabriel directly. "And for the record, if this is some Trickster trick, I will find a way to send your angelic ass to Hell."
"You know, you're seriously hot when you're threatening me."
"Oh fuck it!" Dean leaned forward and kissed Gabriel, the archangel giving a purr of pleasure as his mouth opened beneath Dean's and his fingers clenched in Dean's shirt, holding him into the kiss.
"Hey! None of that perverted shit in my bar!" the bartender growled.
Dean stared into the brown eyes so close to his own. "Maybe someplace else would be better for this?"
"My ride or yours?" Gabriel murmured, glancing to the side where the bartender suddenly found himself unable to remember what he had been saying.
"Just make sure my car's safe and get us out of here."
Gabriel met Dean's gaze again as he raised his free hand and snapped his fingers, relocating them to outside Dean's motel room with the Impala parked safely next to them. "This safe enough for you?" he asked.
"Can't get much better," Dean agreed, eyeing Gabriel. "So, uh, seriously?"
"Shall I be plainer? You. Me. Bed. Or wall. Or floor. Whatever works," Gabriel answered, stepping closer and cupping a hand over Dean's groin.
"Yeah, okay, that's pretty clear." Dean fisted his hands in Gabriel's shirt and yanked him forward so Dean could kiss him, hard and hungry. Strong fingers kneaded Dean's crotch as they ate at each others' mouths.
"Inside or it's going to be on the hood of your car," Gabriel growled, lifting his free hand, which suddenly held the key to the room.
"Maybe some other time, not in the middle of a parking lot," Dean mumbled, crowding up against Gabriel as they moved the few feet to the door.
"So cute and innocent." The door opened without benefit of the key, and the pair tumbled into the room.
"I am not innocent!" Dean sounded revolted by the very idea.
"In relation to me you are," Gabriel countered.
"So do something about it," Dean challenged.
Gabriel's eyebrows rose, and his lips thinned into a predatory smile. "Oh, you have no idea what you're asking," he said before snapping his fingers and causing their clothes to vanish. A glance at the sagging mattress of the queen-sized bed garnered another snap to replace the bed with a sturdier-looking king, and a final snap updated the furnishings to something more modern than the 1950s.
"Nice seduction scene you have going here," Dean said, though his eyes had widened slightly at Gabriel's expression.
"Would you rather I put you face down on the mattress with your ass lubed and ready?"
Dean took an involuntary step back but then held his ground. "It wasn't a complaint."
"Hey, who am I to know if you like it fast and dirty," Gabriel shrugged.
"Maybe later. I'd rather be able to walk when we're done."
Gabriel chuckled at that and took a step forward, looking pleased when Dean didn't retreat. "Oh, you'll be able to walk, promise."
"Then we can do it again." Dean grinned and moved closer as well, sliding his arms around Gabriel's waist.
"Mmm, good thinking." Gabriel's hands settled on Dean's ass, and he kneaded the muscled globes, his fingertips brushing the crack between them, making a shiver run down Dean's spine. He pressed closer, his burgeoning erection rubbing against Gabriel's thigh.
"Niiice." Gabriel's voice was rough against Dean's ear before he nipped at the lobe, his tongue soothing the small hurt.
Dean moaned softly, and his hips jerked against Gabriel, his fingers digging into the hard muscles of the archangel's back. Gabriel's hands moved on Dean's ass, one finger brushing against the tight hole, friction dragging at the digit until a sudden slickness eased its path inward. Gasping, Dean rocked back against the finger, biting his lip at the sensations.
"Convenient," he panted.
"Easy," Gabriel countered, nipping Dean's jaw and pressing closer so his finger could slide in deeper.
"M-me or you?" Dean asked breathlessly, clenching down on the invading finger before relaxing again with a soft moan.
"Both. So... bed, wall or floor?"
"Bed sounds good for this time," Dean managed to gasp out despite the finger stroking deep inside him.
"Then bed it is." Gabriel eased his finger loose from Dean's body and, resting both hands on his hips, eased him back toward the bed. Allowing himself to be steered, Dean walked backward, his arms still around Gabriel to keep the angel close, their bodies sliding against each other before Gabriel tumbled them both to the bed, pinning Dean down as he rocked against him.
Gasping, Dean thrust up against Gabe, his legs spreading to allow them to get even closer. "'S good."
"'S gonna be even better soon," Gabriel promised, dipping his head to mouth his way along Dean's collarbone.
"I think I finally found some angelic attention that I like."
Gabriel smirked and let Dean feel the edge of his teeth before he sat up, running his hands down the broad chest beneath him, pausing with them on Dean's hips, his thumbs inscribing small circles in the hollows there.
Dean looked up at him, one hand moving to rest on Gabriel's thigh. "What?"
"Aren't I allowed to look?" Gabriel asked innocently, watching Dean's cock twitch under his gaze and a single drop of clear liquid ooze from the tip.
His lips curving into a faint smile, Dean watched Gabriel watch him. "I hope you plan to more than look."
"Do I look like an ascetic to you?" Gabriel asked before leaning in and licking the droplet away.
Dean laughed, the sound morphing into a soft moan of pleasure. "Monks had no idea what they were missing."
Gabriel waggled his eyebrows as he looked up at Dean along the length of his body. "Some of them weren't missing anything at all."
"So much for holy ascetics," Dean chuckled, raising a hand to bury his fingers in Gabriel's hair. "Care to show me what they weren't missing?"
"It would be my pleasure," Gabriel purred, "and yours too." That said, he took the length of Dean's cock into his mouth at the same time he pushed a slick finger into his ass.
Dean let out a wordless cry, momentarily frozen as the dual sensations overwhelmed him, and Gabriel urged him on with hands and mouth, his body arching in response to the noises Dean was making.
"So good," Dean panted, sounding almost surprised, before he cried out once more as Gabriel stroked that spot inside him again before pulling back to drag his tongue over the head over Dean's cock.
"It's going to be even better soon," he promised, and Dean nodded, but a hint of uncertainty showed in the depths of his eyes.
"Dean." Gabriel paused and looked up at him. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"I know that or we wouldn't be here. It's just that, er, well, I've never actually done this before."
"Oh really?" The Trickster's familiar smirk appeared on Gabriel's face for a second before it was wiped away by a friendlier grin. "Well then, I'm honored, and I promise, I'll be gentle with you." Sandy eyebrows waggled as Gabriel crooked his fingers again, making Dean writhe beneath him.
After he caught his breath, Dean retorted, "I'm not made of glass, Gabe."
"You also said you wanted to be able to walk tomorrow."
"I'm starting to think walking's overrated," Dean panted, squirming and groaning at the sensation.
"And they say Sammy's the smart one," Gabriel chuckled, drawing his fingers back and passing them over his cock, leaving it slick with lubricant. A waggle of his eyebrows, and Gabriel was pushing into Dean's body, pressing a hand to each knee to open him even further to the possession.
"I have my moments," Dean got out, feeling the pain of Gabriel pushing inside him, but it was overwhelmed by the incredible pleasure. "So do you."
"I'd say this was one of them," Gabriel pointed out as he continued to press inward, "and I won't even make a crack about a virgin sacrifice."
Dean snorted a half-laugh. "It's a good thing you're actually as good as you think you are."
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Gabriel grinned before beginning to move, each thrust rubbing against Dean's prostate and pressing his cock between them.
"L-looking forward to it," Dean gasped, beginning to move to meet Gabriel's rhythm.
"I do like an agreeable man--at certain times," Gabriel grinned before slanting his mouth over Dean's and kissing him as they moved together, slowly increasing the strength and pace of his thrusts as Dean relaxed into them.
"Don't get used to it," Dean laughed breathlessly even as he hitched his legs up around Gabriel's waist and gasped at the increased depth Gabe got on his next thrust.
"I'd worry about possession if it became permanent," Gabriel grinned before beginning to move faster.
Dean rolled his eyes, but he was beyond replying verbally, his back arching. His hands ran over Gabriel's back and down to his ass, cupping the flexing muscles as Gabriel drove into him, constantly rubbing against his prostate, his hands tangled in Dean's short hair as they rocked together. Dean could only hand on and ride the pleasure, his eyes falling half closed despite his efforts to keep them open to watch Gabriel.
"Dean," Gabriel waited until hazy green eyes sharpened and focused on him before he reached between them, stroking Dean's cock as he drove inward.
Dean cried out, his body spasming as he came, clenching down on the cock filling him as his come spilled over Gabriel's hand, slicking his next strokes.
"Oh yeah," Gabriel gasped, riding out Dean's shudders before driving into him a final time as he, too, came.
"Why the hell did we wait so long to do this?" Dean finally asked, his arms still looped around Gabriel's waist as he lay under the angel, a smile on his face.
Gabriel snorted. "Because you and Sam were too busy trying to kill me?" he offered. "Granted I killed you a few times too."
"Gee, sounds like a recipe for romance to me," Dean chuckled.
"Romance?" Gabriel asked, his upper lip curling.
"What, you're not going to make an honest man of me now that you've had your way with me?"
"Are you saying you want to wear a white dress?" Gabriel asked, a devious expression settling with far too much ease on his features.
"I don't really have the legs for it," Dean mused.
"A long skirt would cover those..."
"Careful there, Gabe, a person might think you were asking me to marry you."
"Careful there, Dean, a person might think you were hinting at a marriage and been there, done that, oh, about half a hundred times or so."
Dean gawked up at him. "You got married? I thought that was a big no-no for angels? The whole nephilim thing and all?"
Gabriel chuckled and patted Dean on the head before rolling to his back and stretching. "Marriage doesn't have to equal children, Dean," he said paternally.
Dean turned to his side so he could look at Gabriel, his eyebrows raised. "So why bother getting married? It doesn't really seem like your thing.
"Oh, and for the record if you pat me on the head again, I'll bite your hand off," he added with a saccharine smile.
"The handmaidens liked it," Gabriel shrugged, not seeming alarmed by Dean's threat.
"You had handmaidens? Dude!" Dean grinned at him, clearly enjoying the mental image.
"Handmaidens, handymen, you name it, I've had it--or them, however you want to phrase it."
"And does anyone ever have you?"
Gabriel was silent for a time, seeming to consider the question. "If they're brave enough to ask the question, they have."
Dean smiled slowly. "Good. That'll be something to look forward to then."
***
"You need gas."
Dean bit back a yelp, and his hands clenched on the steering wheel as he jerked slightly. "Damnit, what is with you guys? Are you trying make me have an accident?"
"Little tense there, Dean," Gabriel chuckled. "And watching you jump is funny."
"So glad to amuse you." Dean glared at him for a moment before reluctantly smiling. "Not that I'm objecting, but what are you doing here?"
"What? I can't check up on my new handyman?" Gabriel asked innocently as he lounged in the passenger seat and rested his arm across the back of the seat.
"So I'm a handyman, am I?" Dean shot a quick glance at him before turning his attention back to the road. "Just one of the crowd, huh?"
Gabriel looked around the car then back at Dean. "I didn't see a crowd in here, did you?"
"True enough, and it's not as if I could drag you here if you didn't want to be," Dean mused. "Pretty hard to stalk an angel."
"Wait a minute; are you saying that you were jealous?"
"That would be crazy."
Gabriel's smile widened, and he slapped his thigh with his free hand. "You were!"
"Don't let it go to your head."
"But why?"
"I'm so screwed," Dean groaned.
"Not right now; you're driving, and I don't want to have to put you and the car together again," Gabriel pointed out. "So, where are you off to?"
"Crete, Ohio," Dean answered. "There have been a few killings there, all by different women who attacked their dates."
"Dinner wasn't good enough for them?"
"Considering that the ones who managed to actually kill their boyfriends or husbands started eating them, I'd have to say not."
Gabriel considered that, before nodding. "Sounds like a case; how long till we get there?"
Dean stared at him for a moment before self-preservation forced him to look back at the road. "We?"
"You know, plural personal pronoun? The nominative plural of I?"
Dean looked bewildered for a moment before obviously deciding to ignore it. "Why do you, the freaking archangel Gabriel, want to ride along on a hunt?"
"It's fun?" Gabriel offered.
"You have a very weird idea of fun."
"That's not what you said last night."
"Now that was fun." Dean glanced speculatively at Gabriel. "So, can you, you know, help?"
Gabriel mused over that question before shrugging. "Within reason. Don't want to draw down too much attention on myself, you know?"
"Did you run away from home again?" Dean asked in disbelief.
"No," Gabriel sighed. "There are just a few… restrictions I have to work under now." The last was added in a grumble.
Dean's eyebrows rose. "Restrictions?"
"Not when it comes to the small stuff but I'm not going to be able to be your monster roaster."
"Would've been nice, but I've managed fine without divine intervention till now," Dean pointed out with a shrug.
"Raised from Hell," Gabriel coughed, and Dean glared.
"Fine, so I'd be dead without Cas, but I also managed to hunt for years before that. On my own even."
"Didn't say you hadn't," Gabriel pointed out. "You did pretty damn well, too."
"My point exactly. So... can you take care of yourself without using the angel mojo?"
"No, I'll need you to push me around in a stroller--of course I can take care of myself!"
"Hey, I was just askin'." Dean kept his eyes on the road, but his smirk was all for Gabriel, the archangel watching him narrowly before he snapped his fingers, and Dean was suddenly driving a pink Volkswagen Beetle with fuzzy rainbows hanging from the rearview mirror.
Dean stomped on the brakes, swerving to the side of the road, barely coming to a halt before he turned on Gabriel. "You don't ever mess with the car!" he yelled. "Fix it now!"
"I told you that you were hot when you were threatening me," Gabriel chuckled before nodding, and suddenly they were in the Impala again.
Dean continued to glare at him for a moment longer before finally relaxing back in his seat. "Leave the car alone, and I'll be happy to threaten you whenever you like. I think it's pretty much a given."
"Which is why I like you."
"So you like the bad boys, huh? Why am I not surprised?"
"Dean, think about where I was created; is that even a reasonable question?"
"Considering you're an angel, most people would expect you to like choir boys."
"They get boring after a few millennia."
"You know millennia-old choir boys? Damn!"
Gabriel snickered. "You keep things lively, Winchester."
"It's my special skill."
"Hrmm and I thought that was something else..."
Dean grinned. "Well, yeah, that too."
"So..." Gabriel looked out the windshield at the countryside around them, "How long until we get there?"
Dean shrugged. "Three, four hours probably. You planning to stick around the whole way?"
"Unless you want me to get us there faster..."
"Without leaving the car behind?" Dean asked suspiciously.
Gabriel just looked at him, and Dean looked stubborn. "I'm not going anywhere without the Impala."
"I know that; you're OCD with this thing," Gabriel snorted, and between one blink and the next they were travelling on an entirely different road.
"Huh, interesting. So where exactly are we now?"
"Crete, Ohio."
"You're pretty convenient to have around. So, know where there's a cheap motel around here?"
"Right there," Gabriel answered, pointing toward a sign that read 'Twelve Oaks Motel' on the right side of the road. "Doesn't look like there have been twelve oaks here for a while."
"As long as there's nothing freaky, that's fine by me." Dean turned into the parking lot and pulled up outside the management office. "Gimme a minute to get a room, and I'll be right back," he said, reaching for the door handle.
Part 2