Fines finium Part 2
Title: Fines finium (2/4)
Author:
scyllaya
Rating: PG-13
Characters and/or Pairing: Dean/Gabriel, Sam, Bobby, Castiel
Spoilers: Up to 6.11, goes AU from there.
Warnings: cursing, slash (male/male)
Word Count: ~8 200
Summary: Sequel to Si vales valeo. Sam has finally reached his limit, but Gabriel won't just back off and disappear.
Disclaimer: All names and characters in this story belong to CW/WB and Kripke. I’m making no profit whatsoever. It’s just for fun! Don’t sue me! :D
AN: I really can’t believe it, but 3rd story… I guess that makes it a verse now. I cannot come up with a better name for it, so let’s just call it “ Numinous verse”, from now on.
MASTERPOST
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Part Two
‘Sam, I asked you not to do this’ Dean said when he finally turned around to look at his brother. Not in a million years did Dean think that it would be his brother unable to be civil, but Gabriel somehow actually kept playing nice. If Dean was honest with himself he was surprised by that, back when everything started between them Dean pointed it out to him that Sam hated his guts so it would be good if Gabriel didn’t give him anymore reason to do so, because if things went wrong there was no way he wouldn’t chose his brother, Gabriel merely shrugged at that, carelessly. Even so, on the rare occasions the two of them were in the same room Gabriel was uncharacteristically… not annoying. When Dean called him on it he just said that Sam was not that fun to play with.
He friggin’ asked Sam too to cut it out, but two miracles would’ve been too much to ask for. And he knew where Sam was coming from, he really did, but he really needed a break.
‘Oh so I’m at fault here’ Sam answered.
‘I don’t know Sam, I asked you to stop bitching with him, I asked him not to annoy you, which one of you listened?’
‘You boys need some privacy?’ Bobby asked. Dean shook his head.
‘No, stay Bobby.’ Sam said then he turned back to Dean. ‘I’m trying to understand Dean, I do… but this is insane.’ Sam said in an even tone, he most definitely tried to stay calm and explain himself with reason. Dean was about to reply, but Sam continued. ‘No Dean, I keep telling you, but you don’t listen so just make me understand. How can you possibly trust him even one bit? And how is it possible that you forgave him this easily? And everything he’s done? Really? Because call me nuts, but that’s not you! And… God, I don’t even wanna think about it, but… I know there’s something going on between you two that’s… not just friendly.’ Sam kept fidgeting at the last part, clearly beyond uncomfortable.
‘Are you out of your mind, boy?’ Bobby exclaimed from where he was leaning against the door.
‘Please don’t start too, Bobby.’ Dean asked, because dealing with Sam was way too exhausting already, he didn’t want to deal with the older hunter’s disapproval.
‘The hell I don’t’ Bobby replied. ‘A freakin’ archangel, Dean? The bloody trickster! And you think it’s a good idea to jump in bed with it?’ Dean nearly flinched at the ‘it’ part, but he suppressed it. ‘No wonder Sam worries about you son, because that is just nine kinds of crazy. And I thought you were a good judge of character.’
‘Yeah well I am’ Dean said. ‘I know him better than you two, so how about you trust me with this, okay? You can keep calling me crazy or an idiot, just don’t…’ he trailed off, not sure how to phrase it without sounding more like a girl he already did.
‘What? Don’t piss off Gabriel?’ Sam asked. And Dean wanted to bang his head to the table.
‘That was not what I was going to say, but while we’re at it yeah, don’t fucking piss him off, Sam. If he’s able to control himself I’d expect you to be able to do the same, or do you want him to be angry with you? Because trust me there’s a limit to how much I can keep him in check.’
‘And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with what you just said.’ Sam told him.
‘Meaning?’ Dean asked and fuck he didn’t want to get angry with Sam, but his little brother was not making it easy.
‘You really don’t see that the fact that you need to prevent your… him from, I don’t know killing me or torturing me with something if I piss him off, is not actually okay?’ Sam asked.
‘Yeah, he’s an archangel, if he would be human I’d have to keep him only from punching you, no difference.’
‘What? What do you mean no difference? God, I can’t believe it!’ Sam ran his fingers through his hair, he was clearly annoyed now. Bobby just kept glancing between the two of them. ‘And what if he gets pissed at you again, huh? Is he just going to traumatize you again so much you go mute for a week? Then he’ll just get back when you’re recovered enough to forgive him for it?’
‘Fuck, Sam. This is not how it happened and you know it!’
‘No! I actually don’t know. What I see is that he does whatever he damn pleases and you just go with it, no questions asked. In fact I didn’t see you argue with him at all, and you argue with everyone Dean, nearly all the time. So just talk to me man… are you… still afraid of him maybe?’ Sam asked hesitantly and Dean felt the first trace of a headache forming in his skull and the urge to have a drink grew by the second. ‘Because we can figure out a way how to get rid of him, just tell me the truth.’
‘No Sam, we’re not getting rid of him! God, I’m long over that dammit.’
‘Well then what the hell, Dean?! Explain it to me, because I don’t get it, not one bit. This is not good for you, but you still allow it.’
‘You don’t get to decide that’ Dean told him. ‘You can’t decide what’s good for me and then just simply expect me to agree with you! I thought we learnt that lesson Sam. You know, about trust? About how I should let you be a grown up, how you can make your own decisions and I shouldn’t try forcing my way on you. And now you’re doing exactly the same. So no. You’re worried, I get that. And trust me, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you Sam, but just no. I’m sticking with Gabriel, he’s staying. Deal with it!’ he was almost shaking with suppressed anger, but he managed to get every word out in the same calm tone, with certainty, so he really hoped it would be enough.
‘So that’s how you feel’ Sam said.
‘Yes, dammit, that’s exactly how I feel.’ Dean agreed.
‘You sure?’ Sam asked again.
‘For the… do I sound unsure to you?’ he asked.
‘No’ Sam granted. ‘I was just thinking that maybe Gabriel wants you to feel that.’
‘What the hell, Sam?’ Dean groaned. His brother was not giving it a rest, he couldn’t believe it. ‘So he’s forcing me now? You really don’t know how to deal with this, do you?’
‘Okay, you say he doesn’t’ and Sam sounded way too self-sure all of a sudden and Dean didn’t get what it could possibly mean. ‘Then just explain to me what you have on your back.’ Bobby narrowed his eyes on Dean at that and the older Winchester really couldn’t handle this, so he opened the mini-fridge to get a beer out. He opened it and took a few large gulps before he turned back towards the other two.
‘Where are you going with this?’ he asked.
‘I saw it, two days ago. I saw the edge of something on your nape. Something like a symbol, something that wasn’t there before. Are you even aware of it?’
‘Yeah I’m aware’ Dean answered before he took another large swing from his beer; he was suspecting that he’ll need something stronger very soon.
‘Great, then explain it to me. What is it?’ Sam asked.
‘A tattoo’ Dean answered.
‘What kind?’ Bobby inquired.
‘What point are you trying to make Sam?’ Dean asked instead.
‘Just answer the question, Dean’ his brother insisted.
‘A sigil, okay?’ Dean answered finally. It wasn’t like he actively tried to keep it a secret, but it was something between him and Gabriel and he intended to keep it that way.
‘Show us’ Sam said, then.
‘No! Why?’ Dean asked.
‘It’s from Gabriel isn’t it?’ Sam asked in return, and yeah that was not so hard to figure out because Sam would’ve definitely noticed if he went ahead to get a new tattoo in a salon, so that left something supernatural as the only explanation.
‘Oh, so you think he did something to me?’ Dean asked.
‘You blame me? And if you really think he didn’t, then there’s no harm showing us.’ Dean took another swig from his beer.
‘He’s right, you know’ Bobby said. Dean growled under his breath before putting down his beer to shrug off his shirt first. He put it on the back of one of the chairs before pulling his T-shirt over his head, and then he turned around. Unbelievable.
‘Well damn.’ He heard Bobby.
‘Do you know what it is?’ Sam asked.
‘Of course I know what it is’ Dean replied. ‘He made it after those angels got me, so now he can find me even if I’m unconscious and I can’t call him, but this way Cas’ sigils still hide me from other angels. Satisfied?’
‘And you know what it means, because Gabriel told you, right?’ Sam asked and he just knew where his brother was going with this.
‘Yes’ he said with certainty while he turned around to look at them.
‘So basically it could be anything’ Sam concluded. Dean felt really tired after that, and he just didn’t want to fight anymore.
‘Just stop already, would you?’ he asked as he turned around to get his clothes.
‘No I’m not going to just--’ he heard as Sam was getting closer before he stopped abruptly about two steps away. ‘What the… son of a bitch…’ Dean didn’t dare ask what it was this time.
‘What is it?’ asked Bobby in his place.
‘This is not a tattoo’ Sam said and Dean wanted to turn around to look at him, but he had hands on his shoulder that prevented him.
‘What now?’ he asked in an annoyed tone, while Bobby asked ‘Then what is it?’
‘It’s… it’s a brand… he fucking burnt a sigil on you?!’ Sam’s voice was rising and it was filling up with anger in a rapid speed.
‘Stop freaking out Sam’ Dean told him, and his brother let go of his shoulder so fast like it burnt him. Dean turned around to look at him and Sam looked shocked and furious at the same time, and Bobby didn’t look much different.
‘You let him’ Sam said. ‘You actually let him brand you like some cattle and you’re perfectly fine with it?!’ And Dean didn’t get why Sam had to make everything sound that much worse and sinister. And his brother certainly didn’t get it, but there was no way he was regretting having the mark on his skin. Not when it obviously meant a lot to Gabriel that he trusted him enough for this, not when the archangel always touched and kissed the symbol with something close to reverence, not when it meant that Gabriel wanted to watch over him, being there for him whenever Dean needed him.
The fury on Sam’s face meant nothing good.
‘Castiel!’ the younger Winchester yelled. ‘I need your help! Now!’
Part Three>>>
Author:
scyllaya
Rating: PG-13
Characters and/or Pairing: Dean/Gabriel, Sam, Bobby, Castiel
Spoilers: Up to 6.11, goes AU from there.
Warnings: cursing, slash (male/male)
Word Count: ~8 200
Summary: Sequel to Si vales valeo. Sam has finally reached his limit, but Gabriel won't just back off and disappear.
Disclaimer: All names and characters in this story belong to CW/WB and Kripke. I’m making no profit whatsoever. It’s just for fun! Don’t sue me! :D
AN: I really can’t believe it, but 3rd story… I guess that makes it a verse now. I cannot come up with a better name for it, so let’s just call it “ Numinous verse”, from now on.
MASTERPOST
<<
Part Two
‘Sam, I asked you not to do this’ Dean said when he finally turned around to look at his brother. Not in a million years did Dean think that it would be his brother unable to be civil, but Gabriel somehow actually kept playing nice. If Dean was honest with himself he was surprised by that, back when everything started between them Dean pointed it out to him that Sam hated his guts so it would be good if Gabriel didn’t give him anymore reason to do so, because if things went wrong there was no way he wouldn’t chose his brother, Gabriel merely shrugged at that, carelessly. Even so, on the rare occasions the two of them were in the same room Gabriel was uncharacteristically… not annoying. When Dean called him on it he just said that Sam was not that fun to play with.
He friggin’ asked Sam too to cut it out, but two miracles would’ve been too much to ask for. And he knew where Sam was coming from, he really did, but he really needed a break.
‘Oh so I’m at fault here’ Sam answered.
‘I don’t know Sam, I asked you to stop bitching with him, I asked him not to annoy you, which one of you listened?’
‘You boys need some privacy?’ Bobby asked. Dean shook his head.
‘No, stay Bobby.’ Sam said then he turned back to Dean. ‘I’m trying to understand Dean, I do… but this is insane.’ Sam said in an even tone, he most definitely tried to stay calm and explain himself with reason. Dean was about to reply, but Sam continued. ‘No Dean, I keep telling you, but you don’t listen so just make me understand. How can you possibly trust him even one bit? And how is it possible that you forgave him this easily? And everything he’s done? Really? Because call me nuts, but that’s not you! And… God, I don’t even wanna think about it, but… I know there’s something going on between you two that’s… not just friendly.’ Sam kept fidgeting at the last part, clearly beyond uncomfortable.
‘Are you out of your mind, boy?’ Bobby exclaimed from where he was leaning against the door.
‘Please don’t start too, Bobby.’ Dean asked, because dealing with Sam was way too exhausting already, he didn’t want to deal with the older hunter’s disapproval.
‘The hell I don’t’ Bobby replied. ‘A freakin’ archangel, Dean? The bloody trickster! And you think it’s a good idea to jump in bed with it?’ Dean nearly flinched at the ‘it’ part, but he suppressed it. ‘No wonder Sam worries about you son, because that is just nine kinds of crazy. And I thought you were a good judge of character.’
‘Yeah well I am’ Dean said. ‘I know him better than you two, so how about you trust me with this, okay? You can keep calling me crazy or an idiot, just don’t…’ he trailed off, not sure how to phrase it without sounding more like a girl he already did.
‘What? Don’t piss off Gabriel?’ Sam asked. And Dean wanted to bang his head to the table.
‘That was not what I was going to say, but while we’re at it yeah, don’t fucking piss him off, Sam. If he’s able to control himself I’d expect you to be able to do the same, or do you want him to be angry with you? Because trust me there’s a limit to how much I can keep him in check.’
‘And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with what you just said.’ Sam told him.
‘Meaning?’ Dean asked and fuck he didn’t want to get angry with Sam, but his little brother was not making it easy.
‘You really don’t see that the fact that you need to prevent your… him from, I don’t know killing me or torturing me with something if I piss him off, is not actually okay?’ Sam asked.
‘Yeah, he’s an archangel, if he would be human I’d have to keep him only from punching you, no difference.’
‘What? What do you mean no difference? God, I can’t believe it!’ Sam ran his fingers through his hair, he was clearly annoyed now. Bobby just kept glancing between the two of them. ‘And what if he gets pissed at you again, huh? Is he just going to traumatize you again so much you go mute for a week? Then he’ll just get back when you’re recovered enough to forgive him for it?’
‘Fuck, Sam. This is not how it happened and you know it!’
‘No! I actually don’t know. What I see is that he does whatever he damn pleases and you just go with it, no questions asked. In fact I didn’t see you argue with him at all, and you argue with everyone Dean, nearly all the time. So just talk to me man… are you… still afraid of him maybe?’ Sam asked hesitantly and Dean felt the first trace of a headache forming in his skull and the urge to have a drink grew by the second. ‘Because we can figure out a way how to get rid of him, just tell me the truth.’
‘No Sam, we’re not getting rid of him! God, I’m long over that dammit.’
‘Well then what the hell, Dean?! Explain it to me, because I don’t get it, not one bit. This is not good for you, but you still allow it.’
‘You don’t get to decide that’ Dean told him. ‘You can’t decide what’s good for me and then just simply expect me to agree with you! I thought we learnt that lesson Sam. You know, about trust? About how I should let you be a grown up, how you can make your own decisions and I shouldn’t try forcing my way on you. And now you’re doing exactly the same. So no. You’re worried, I get that. And trust me, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you Sam, but just no. I’m sticking with Gabriel, he’s staying. Deal with it!’ he was almost shaking with suppressed anger, but he managed to get every word out in the same calm tone, with certainty, so he really hoped it would be enough.
‘So that’s how you feel’ Sam said.
‘Yes, dammit, that’s exactly how I feel.’ Dean agreed.
‘You sure?’ Sam asked again.
‘For the… do I sound unsure to you?’ he asked.
‘No’ Sam granted. ‘I was just thinking that maybe Gabriel wants you to feel that.’
‘What the hell, Sam?’ Dean groaned. His brother was not giving it a rest, he couldn’t believe it. ‘So he’s forcing me now? You really don’t know how to deal with this, do you?’
‘Okay, you say he doesn’t’ and Sam sounded way too self-sure all of a sudden and Dean didn’t get what it could possibly mean. ‘Then just explain to me what you have on your back.’ Bobby narrowed his eyes on Dean at that and the older Winchester really couldn’t handle this, so he opened the mini-fridge to get a beer out. He opened it and took a few large gulps before he turned back towards the other two.
‘Where are you going with this?’ he asked.
‘I saw it, two days ago. I saw the edge of something on your nape. Something like a symbol, something that wasn’t there before. Are you even aware of it?’
‘Yeah I’m aware’ Dean answered before he took another large swing from his beer; he was suspecting that he’ll need something stronger very soon.
‘Great, then explain it to me. What is it?’ Sam asked.
‘A tattoo’ Dean answered.
‘What kind?’ Bobby inquired.
‘What point are you trying to make Sam?’ Dean asked instead.
‘Just answer the question, Dean’ his brother insisted.
‘A sigil, okay?’ Dean answered finally. It wasn’t like he actively tried to keep it a secret, but it was something between him and Gabriel and he intended to keep it that way.
‘Show us’ Sam said, then.
‘No! Why?’ Dean asked.
‘It’s from Gabriel isn’t it?’ Sam asked in return, and yeah that was not so hard to figure out because Sam would’ve definitely noticed if he went ahead to get a new tattoo in a salon, so that left something supernatural as the only explanation.
‘Oh, so you think he did something to me?’ Dean asked.
‘You blame me? And if you really think he didn’t, then there’s no harm showing us.’ Dean took another swig from his beer.
‘He’s right, you know’ Bobby said. Dean growled under his breath before putting down his beer to shrug off his shirt first. He put it on the back of one of the chairs before pulling his T-shirt over his head, and then he turned around. Unbelievable.
‘Well damn.’ He heard Bobby.
‘Do you know what it is?’ Sam asked.
‘Of course I know what it is’ Dean replied. ‘He made it after those angels got me, so now he can find me even if I’m unconscious and I can’t call him, but this way Cas’ sigils still hide me from other angels. Satisfied?’
‘And you know what it means, because Gabriel told you, right?’ Sam asked and he just knew where his brother was going with this.
‘Yes’ he said with certainty while he turned around to look at them.
‘So basically it could be anything’ Sam concluded. Dean felt really tired after that, and he just didn’t want to fight anymore.
‘Just stop already, would you?’ he asked as he turned around to get his clothes.
‘No I’m not going to just--’ he heard as Sam was getting closer before he stopped abruptly about two steps away. ‘What the… son of a bitch…’ Dean didn’t dare ask what it was this time.
‘What is it?’ asked Bobby in his place.
‘This is not a tattoo’ Sam said and Dean wanted to turn around to look at him, but he had hands on his shoulder that prevented him.
‘What now?’ he asked in an annoyed tone, while Bobby asked ‘Then what is it?’
‘It’s… it’s a brand… he fucking burnt a sigil on you?!’ Sam’s voice was rising and it was filling up with anger in a rapid speed.
‘Stop freaking out Sam’ Dean told him, and his brother let go of his shoulder so fast like it burnt him. Dean turned around to look at him and Sam looked shocked and furious at the same time, and Bobby didn’t look much different.
‘You let him’ Sam said. ‘You actually let him brand you like some cattle and you’re perfectly fine with it?!’ And Dean didn’t get why Sam had to make everything sound that much worse and sinister. And his brother certainly didn’t get it, but there was no way he was regretting having the mark on his skin. Not when it obviously meant a lot to Gabriel that he trusted him enough for this, not when the archangel always touched and kissed the symbol with something close to reverence, not when it meant that Gabriel wanted to watch over him, being there for him whenever Dean needed him.
The fury on Sam’s face meant nothing good.
‘Castiel!’ the younger Winchester yelled. ‘I need your help! Now!’
Part Three>>>