Our Happy Home
Gabriel honestly didn't mean for it to go this far. But when you’re on the brink of losing everything you wanted because a pair of stupid hunters decided to jump-start his family into war, he kind of went overboard. Don't get him wrong; however, there was always one of those hunter's he had loved, that he had wanted, but a blue, doe-eyed brother was stealing him away. Actually, maybe there was some part of him that did mean for it to go this far.
What? You’re maybe asking? Simple. Gabriel wanted and Gabriel took. Nothing simpler than that.
Without warning, he snapped his fingers and Dean Winchester was lost to Sam, Cas and Bobby. And to the hunter, he woke up in a soft, king-sized mattress, wrapped up in the arms of his husband. Dean won’t remember a thing, Gabriel’s blocked those memories out of his mind, hidden them with a wall large enough to stop any battle in there. All Dean needs to know is that his been loved since they first met. That they’ve had a dream of a life in the suburbs, away from the high-tall buzz of the city.
They own a house, or more like a house that Gabriel snapped up into the middle of a field. The neighbours just say it sprung up over a night. Well, they’re halfly right.
They have a dog named Sammy, a cat named Cas and a ferret that’s named Bob. Gabriel thinks he hasn’t put the wall high enough if Dean’s naming their pets after them. Of course he doesn’t know why Gabriel’s angry the day he comes home from keeping tabs on the two hunter’s and angel. (He told Dean he worked with a high security government agency which is why he can’t talk much about it.) He finds the three animals and Dean on the lounge room floor.
Dean’s excuse for getting pets-“But, sugar, last night when we were talking about adopting, I thought pets were the best way to go. Bob has only got a year left anyway, not like he’ll be around when we actually start looking up adoption agencies.”
Now, Gabriel kind of can’t be angry at that, can he? It’s a plausible excuse, but the names. There too much, they could crumple the wall of his happy human life with Dean.
“Fine, baby, just… the dog sleeps outside, the cat doesn’t come into the bedroom and the ferret… stays in the laundry.” Gabriel reasons. He can’t call the pets by their names. It just shows him what his taken his husband away from. It’s the part of Dean that knows what’s happening and is desperately trying to remind himself of it.
At least Dean’s gotten a job, he’s a mechanic and Gabriel couldn’t hope for anything more. When the former hunter comes home, covered in grease and engine oil. Tight white shirt clinging to muscles-that Dean’s not sure why he has anymore-makes Gabriel drop to the floor and blow the man into next week.
It’s this thing that Gabriel feels for Dean that made him do this in the first place. To have this thought in his head and want to act on it. Dean, no matter what, even when he was stabbing a stake through his heart, made Gabriel hot. Extremely hot.
It’s been four years that he’s been wanting to be able to touch without seeming to rape the man. He doesn’t know how many wasted dreams his spent invading. Looking like some hot thing straight out of college-Dean’s type, no less-and ends up with her legs spread in the back of the Impala, a sweaty, groaning hunter pounding into her. Bringing her to an orgasm that shouldn’t have made such an impact on her that it made her pass out in his warm arms.
That was probably an indication that it wasn’t Dean’s dream anymore, but the hunter never once let go.
And now, in this happy home, he doesn’t ever. He complains in the sunrise of the morning. “Sugar, I don’t want to go, let’s just stay in bed. I can make it worth your while.” That voice has Gabriel nodding and shimming out of his boxers before he rolls on top of Dean, shoves two gentle fingers into his tight heat that’s still loose from the previous night and moves them in and out until Dean’s nothing but a begging puddle. Just the way Gabriel likes him best.
He doesn’t waste time, snapping his hips inside; filling Dean up like there two puzzle pieces that have been missing each other. The archangel loves the way his cock fills Dean so easily. This vessel was created for Gabriel and evidently was created to have Dean. They come together, every time, panting into each other’s necks with each other’s name on their lips.
It’s hot, so fucking hot. They do this every night and every morning. Gabriel’s putting suggestions into Dean’s head every time he murmurs his too tired, he works his magic and then they in the kitchen, the bathroom, the car, the cinema, the neighbour’s house. It doesn’t matter. Gabriel’s pounding Dean into his release with a possessive hold. In the blind, sated state, he forgets that his forced this onto the hunter.
It’s the best feeling in the world.
Just being held by large arms, warm and inviting. The heartbeat that sings Gabriel into a state of pure relaxation. Sometimes he wants to make a joke like that, say something like: “Who would’ve thought I would rather rest to your heartbeat than half a dozen choir boys.” Dean won’t get it, he wouldn’t understand and in the brightness of their happiness it would render him into a fit of tears.
After the first time they slept in the same, Dean’s snoring an clear sign he had fallen asleep, it was mistake to go hunting into Dean’s dreams, seeing if they were about him. How wrong he was. Dean was screaming for his old life, dreaming of a brother he no longer has, a father figure with an attitude that his never met and a blue-eyed angel that in itself seems to be a blessing.
Gabriel’s heart breaks into pieces.
It takes every part of him not to cry out and strangle Dean. He can’t blame him, but the fact that not even in their happiness, Dean will never forget and Gabriel will never be in that life.
“I just feel as if I am losing you.” Gabriel whimpers one night, his not sure why he spoke out about this, he doesn’t normally. Dean’s turned him into something. Made him human… made him regret.
“Sugar, you’re never going to lose me.” Dean reassures, tugging the shorter man into his arms and holding him tight to his chiselled chest. “I love you.”
“Why do you call me ‘sugar’?” Gabriel asks-more like mumbles-into the pit of Dean’s arm.
“I… I don’t know, you just remind me of sugar. You smell like it too.” Dean replies, giving a small chuckle.
Gabriel doesn’t laugh. It’s slipping, the walls crumbling slowly. His going to lose Dean. “I love you too.” He finally manages, swallowing the fresh tears that threaten to break.
{----}
Of course, the one that finds them first is Castiel. He barrels in with his high power, ever mighty feel that has Dean screaming in shock from it. Gabriel runs into the room, putting himself between Cas and Dean. He doesn’t want to do this, he can’t, but he turns around, puts two fingers to Dean’s forehead and the hunter falls to the ground, sound asleep.
“Brother… what have you done?” Castiel sounds… disappointed.
“Stopping the apocalypse.” Gabriel says sarcastically, Cas doesn’t get it, not really a surprise.
“Give Dean to us.”
“No! Why should I?! Michael’s just going to take him anyway, this way he doesn’t have a role to play. This way he doesn’t know a thing about angels or demons. This way he gets the life he wants!”
“Gabriel, my brother, please, we need Dean. I am not angry at you for following your heart for once. But Dean deserves to have a say in this.”
Gabriel shakes his head. If Dean has a say, he would lose. Castiel would be in his place, probably not right away and not as intense, but either way. He would be alone. There’s Grace against his in the moment and Gabriel snaps, sending Castiel into another place on the world, another era where he won’t be able to find them.
He doesn’t wake Dean up as he snaps there things into a car and drives away. He needs a new place, a new suburb.
{----}
Telling Dean the truth was never a plan, it’s why Gabriel had said that the government agency had moved him. Dean was sleeping and he hadn’t wanted to wake him. Dean remembers the angel though, but only as a dream and Gabriel pretends that’s what it was.
There new place is… not the same as the first. If Gabriel had more time to work on it, it would’ve been better. It’s a single story-the last one was double story with a balcony that they could watch the sunrise on-the backyard isn’t big enough for the dog, so now he sleeps in the lounge room with the cat. (It’s cute for about a minute when he catches Sammy curled around Cas.) As for the ferret, Gabriel’s thankful the thing died three months than what Dean originally had said.
Dean however, isn’t. His upset, like his lost someone who his known his entire life. Was Dean really grieving Bob the ferret? Gabriel didn’t want to look and make sure. His afraid of what he’d find in there. So he comforts Dean, gentle kisses along muscles and body, gentle and teasing, getting Dean to smile. When lips suck on Dean’s balls, the reaction he gets is better than what he could have imagined.
Eight months like this and Dean still manages to surprise him in the smallest ways. How reacts to Gabriel’s touch, like he might die without it, like he’d stop breathing. That thought just makes the archangel touch more, with lips, hands, chest, pelvis. But Gabriel’s the same. He can’t live without Dean’s touch and gentle caress. It’s why his afraid of what’s going to happen when Dean remembers.
His life is just going to stop existing.
Grace will fade out and vessel left to rot.
How many people have died from a broken heart? He could be the first angel to do so.
{----}
It’s not Castiel that finds them this time. But Michael. No matter what, an archangel can find it’s vessel, the sigils that are made to protect the vessel just make the vision blurry. Gabriel’s going to have to work harder on keeping Dean away from sight of all angels.
“I should have known, Gabriel. You were always trying to get attention from me.”
“Only after Lucifer left. But looks like I have something better that wants my attention and not yours.”
“You tricked him, Gabriel, do not fool yourself. You want to be loved by him and know he could never. Why else would you fake a miserable life such as this?”
Gabriel doesn’t answer, he doesn’t have to. Michael leaves them in piece anyway; he doesn’t force Dean to leave. Michael can see the wall crumbling.
That just tells him he what he has to do.
{----}
“Do you think we should start looking for adoption agencies?” Dean says as he curls beside Gabriel on the couch. Caressing in the soothing warmth from the wood-fire covering their bodies like a blanket. “I’ve always wanted a boy; I would love to call him Ben. Teach him how to play basketball or football. You know, make him the perfect child to make those stupid Wilson’s next door shut up. He’d have your sense of humuor and my perfect skill. I’d teach him how to fight to defend himself and pick up.”
Dean’s happy chirping of plans for their ‘supposed’ son just broke Gabriel’s heart more. “Sure…” He hums, but the sadness is evident. Dean shifts, looking at him with curious eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Gabriel sighs, stroking Dean’s hair.
“You want a girl? I’ve always liked the name Claire?”
“It’s not about the kids, Dean!” He snaps, staring at Dean. “It’s a lie, all of it is a fucking lie, I can’t… why won’t you love me? I know what I’ve done to you in the past can’t necessarily be seen as anything affectionate, but the truth is, Deano, I’m in love with you and have always been in love with you since I first met you. All those tricks were just me pulling pig-tails, so you would say!”
Dean blinks.
And he blinks again.
“Sugar, are you okay?” Dean asks, getting a hold onto Gabriel’s forearms. “I mean it; you’ve been acting really strange like I’m going to die. Not to mention the people that come knocking on our door. You send me out to play in the backyard with Sammy and Cas like I’m a child. You really don’t think I love you? I’ve let you move me around three times already; I’m trying to make you happy, because I do. I do love you, or are you just too fucking deaf and blind to realise that?!”
“You don’t… Not really. I…” Gabriel tries to say it out loud, but he can’t, there’s nothing he can say that will make Dean see what his talking about. Not without some fight at least. So instead, he just presses his lips to his husbands, passionately. Foricing him back against the couch and take every last bit of the hunter apart. Stroking, thrusting, moaning. It’s what Gabriel wants to feel the last time he has Dean like this. As his husband, his love, his live.
{----}
Dean doesn’t remember a thing; thankfully, he just remembers nothing but white noise. Castiel doesn’t say anything and the ‘saving the world from douchebag archangels’ is back full throttle’. So when he sees Gabriel at the Elysian Hotel, they bicker up until the point Dean’s begging him to stop the devil. That begging tone is what gets him, it’s not saying what it use too, but he can never say no. Not to Dean.
So, Gabriel stands in the hall, facing down Lucifer.
Sam, Dean and Kali already on their way to the border.
Instead of dying of a broken heart-which in the long run, really did send him here-he dies at the hands of his brother. It’s easier than living without Dean Winchester. His husband, his love, his life.
And somewhere, in the middle of a highway, as he watches a porn DVD that no less stars the newly deceased archangel, Dean’s heart breaks in silence and he doesn’t know why, but it makes him look to where there’s a shadow of a wedding ring on his finger.
What? You’re maybe asking? Simple. Gabriel wanted and Gabriel took. Nothing simpler than that.
Without warning, he snapped his fingers and Dean Winchester was lost to Sam, Cas and Bobby. And to the hunter, he woke up in a soft, king-sized mattress, wrapped up in the arms of his husband. Dean won’t remember a thing, Gabriel’s blocked those memories out of his mind, hidden them with a wall large enough to stop any battle in there. All Dean needs to know is that his been loved since they first met. That they’ve had a dream of a life in the suburbs, away from the high-tall buzz of the city.
They own a house, or more like a house that Gabriel snapped up into the middle of a field. The neighbours just say it sprung up over a night. Well, they’re halfly right.
They have a dog named Sammy, a cat named Cas and a ferret that’s named Bob. Gabriel thinks he hasn’t put the wall high enough if Dean’s naming their pets after them. Of course he doesn’t know why Gabriel’s angry the day he comes home from keeping tabs on the two hunter’s and angel. (He told Dean he worked with a high security government agency which is why he can’t talk much about it.) He finds the three animals and Dean on the lounge room floor.
Dean’s excuse for getting pets-“But, sugar, last night when we were talking about adopting, I thought pets were the best way to go. Bob has only got a year left anyway, not like he’ll be around when we actually start looking up adoption agencies.”
Now, Gabriel kind of can’t be angry at that, can he? It’s a plausible excuse, but the names. There too much, they could crumple the wall of his happy human life with Dean.
“Fine, baby, just… the dog sleeps outside, the cat doesn’t come into the bedroom and the ferret… stays in the laundry.” Gabriel reasons. He can’t call the pets by their names. It just shows him what his taken his husband away from. It’s the part of Dean that knows what’s happening and is desperately trying to remind himself of it.
At least Dean’s gotten a job, he’s a mechanic and Gabriel couldn’t hope for anything more. When the former hunter comes home, covered in grease and engine oil. Tight white shirt clinging to muscles-that Dean’s not sure why he has anymore-makes Gabriel drop to the floor and blow the man into next week.
It’s this thing that Gabriel feels for Dean that made him do this in the first place. To have this thought in his head and want to act on it. Dean, no matter what, even when he was stabbing a stake through his heart, made Gabriel hot. Extremely hot.
It’s been four years that he’s been wanting to be able to touch without seeming to rape the man. He doesn’t know how many wasted dreams his spent invading. Looking like some hot thing straight out of college-Dean’s type, no less-and ends up with her legs spread in the back of the Impala, a sweaty, groaning hunter pounding into her. Bringing her to an orgasm that shouldn’t have made such an impact on her that it made her pass out in his warm arms.
That was probably an indication that it wasn’t Dean’s dream anymore, but the hunter never once let go.
And now, in this happy home, he doesn’t ever. He complains in the sunrise of the morning. “Sugar, I don’t want to go, let’s just stay in bed. I can make it worth your while.” That voice has Gabriel nodding and shimming out of his boxers before he rolls on top of Dean, shoves two gentle fingers into his tight heat that’s still loose from the previous night and moves them in and out until Dean’s nothing but a begging puddle. Just the way Gabriel likes him best.
He doesn’t waste time, snapping his hips inside; filling Dean up like there two puzzle pieces that have been missing each other. The archangel loves the way his cock fills Dean so easily. This vessel was created for Gabriel and evidently was created to have Dean. They come together, every time, panting into each other’s necks with each other’s name on their lips.
It’s hot, so fucking hot. They do this every night and every morning. Gabriel’s putting suggestions into Dean’s head every time he murmurs his too tired, he works his magic and then they in the kitchen, the bathroom, the car, the cinema, the neighbour’s house. It doesn’t matter. Gabriel’s pounding Dean into his release with a possessive hold. In the blind, sated state, he forgets that his forced this onto the hunter.
It’s the best feeling in the world.
Just being held by large arms, warm and inviting. The heartbeat that sings Gabriel into a state of pure relaxation. Sometimes he wants to make a joke like that, say something like: “Who would’ve thought I would rather rest to your heartbeat than half a dozen choir boys.” Dean won’t get it, he wouldn’t understand and in the brightness of their happiness it would render him into a fit of tears.
After the first time they slept in the same, Dean’s snoring an clear sign he had fallen asleep, it was mistake to go hunting into Dean’s dreams, seeing if they were about him. How wrong he was. Dean was screaming for his old life, dreaming of a brother he no longer has, a father figure with an attitude that his never met and a blue-eyed angel that in itself seems to be a blessing.
Gabriel’s heart breaks into pieces.
It takes every part of him not to cry out and strangle Dean. He can’t blame him, but the fact that not even in their happiness, Dean will never forget and Gabriel will never be in that life.
“I just feel as if I am losing you.” Gabriel whimpers one night, his not sure why he spoke out about this, he doesn’t normally. Dean’s turned him into something. Made him human… made him regret.
“Sugar, you’re never going to lose me.” Dean reassures, tugging the shorter man into his arms and holding him tight to his chiselled chest. “I love you.”
“Why do you call me ‘sugar’?” Gabriel asks-more like mumbles-into the pit of Dean’s arm.
“I… I don’t know, you just remind me of sugar. You smell like it too.” Dean replies, giving a small chuckle.
Gabriel doesn’t laugh. It’s slipping, the walls crumbling slowly. His going to lose Dean. “I love you too.” He finally manages, swallowing the fresh tears that threaten to break.
{----}
Of course, the one that finds them first is Castiel. He barrels in with his high power, ever mighty feel that has Dean screaming in shock from it. Gabriel runs into the room, putting himself between Cas and Dean. He doesn’t want to do this, he can’t, but he turns around, puts two fingers to Dean’s forehead and the hunter falls to the ground, sound asleep.
“Brother… what have you done?” Castiel sounds… disappointed.
“Stopping the apocalypse.” Gabriel says sarcastically, Cas doesn’t get it, not really a surprise.
“Give Dean to us.”
“No! Why should I?! Michael’s just going to take him anyway, this way he doesn’t have a role to play. This way he doesn’t know a thing about angels or demons. This way he gets the life he wants!”
“Gabriel, my brother, please, we need Dean. I am not angry at you for following your heart for once. But Dean deserves to have a say in this.”
Gabriel shakes his head. If Dean has a say, he would lose. Castiel would be in his place, probably not right away and not as intense, but either way. He would be alone. There’s Grace against his in the moment and Gabriel snaps, sending Castiel into another place on the world, another era where he won’t be able to find them.
He doesn’t wake Dean up as he snaps there things into a car and drives away. He needs a new place, a new suburb.
{----}
Telling Dean the truth was never a plan, it’s why Gabriel had said that the government agency had moved him. Dean was sleeping and he hadn’t wanted to wake him. Dean remembers the angel though, but only as a dream and Gabriel pretends that’s what it was.
There new place is… not the same as the first. If Gabriel had more time to work on it, it would’ve been better. It’s a single story-the last one was double story with a balcony that they could watch the sunrise on-the backyard isn’t big enough for the dog, so now he sleeps in the lounge room with the cat. (It’s cute for about a minute when he catches Sammy curled around Cas.) As for the ferret, Gabriel’s thankful the thing died three months than what Dean originally had said.
Dean however, isn’t. His upset, like his lost someone who his known his entire life. Was Dean really grieving Bob the ferret? Gabriel didn’t want to look and make sure. His afraid of what he’d find in there. So he comforts Dean, gentle kisses along muscles and body, gentle and teasing, getting Dean to smile. When lips suck on Dean’s balls, the reaction he gets is better than what he could have imagined.
Eight months like this and Dean still manages to surprise him in the smallest ways. How reacts to Gabriel’s touch, like he might die without it, like he’d stop breathing. That thought just makes the archangel touch more, with lips, hands, chest, pelvis. But Gabriel’s the same. He can’t live without Dean’s touch and gentle caress. It’s why his afraid of what’s going to happen when Dean remembers.
His life is just going to stop existing.
Grace will fade out and vessel left to rot.
How many people have died from a broken heart? He could be the first angel to do so.
{----}
It’s not Castiel that finds them this time. But Michael. No matter what, an archangel can find it’s vessel, the sigils that are made to protect the vessel just make the vision blurry. Gabriel’s going to have to work harder on keeping Dean away from sight of all angels.
“I should have known, Gabriel. You were always trying to get attention from me.”
“Only after Lucifer left. But looks like I have something better that wants my attention and not yours.”
“You tricked him, Gabriel, do not fool yourself. You want to be loved by him and know he could never. Why else would you fake a miserable life such as this?”
Gabriel doesn’t answer, he doesn’t have to. Michael leaves them in piece anyway; he doesn’t force Dean to leave. Michael can see the wall crumbling.
That just tells him he what he has to do.
{----}
“Do you think we should start looking for adoption agencies?” Dean says as he curls beside Gabriel on the couch. Caressing in the soothing warmth from the wood-fire covering their bodies like a blanket. “I’ve always wanted a boy; I would love to call him Ben. Teach him how to play basketball or football. You know, make him the perfect child to make those stupid Wilson’s next door shut up. He’d have your sense of humuor and my perfect skill. I’d teach him how to fight to defend himself and pick up.”
Dean’s happy chirping of plans for their ‘supposed’ son just broke Gabriel’s heart more. “Sure…” He hums, but the sadness is evident. Dean shifts, looking at him with curious eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Gabriel sighs, stroking Dean’s hair.
“You want a girl? I’ve always liked the name Claire?”
“It’s not about the kids, Dean!” He snaps, staring at Dean. “It’s a lie, all of it is a fucking lie, I can’t… why won’t you love me? I know what I’ve done to you in the past can’t necessarily be seen as anything affectionate, but the truth is, Deano, I’m in love with you and have always been in love with you since I first met you. All those tricks were just me pulling pig-tails, so you would say!”
Dean blinks.
And he blinks again.
“Sugar, are you okay?” Dean asks, getting a hold onto Gabriel’s forearms. “I mean it; you’ve been acting really strange like I’m going to die. Not to mention the people that come knocking on our door. You send me out to play in the backyard with Sammy and Cas like I’m a child. You really don’t think I love you? I’ve let you move me around three times already; I’m trying to make you happy, because I do. I do love you, or are you just too fucking deaf and blind to realise that?!”
“You don’t… Not really. I…” Gabriel tries to say it out loud, but he can’t, there’s nothing he can say that will make Dean see what his talking about. Not without some fight at least. So instead, he just presses his lips to his husbands, passionately. Foricing him back against the couch and take every last bit of the hunter apart. Stroking, thrusting, moaning. It’s what Gabriel wants to feel the last time he has Dean like this. As his husband, his love, his live.
{----}
Dean doesn’t remember a thing; thankfully, he just remembers nothing but white noise. Castiel doesn’t say anything and the ‘saving the world from douchebag archangels’ is back full throttle’. So when he sees Gabriel at the Elysian Hotel, they bicker up until the point Dean’s begging him to stop the devil. That begging tone is what gets him, it’s not saying what it use too, but he can never say no. Not to Dean.
So, Gabriel stands in the hall, facing down Lucifer.
Sam, Dean and Kali already on their way to the border.
Instead of dying of a broken heart-which in the long run, really did send him here-he dies at the hands of his brother. It’s easier than living without Dean Winchester. His husband, his love, his life.
And somewhere, in the middle of a highway, as he watches a porn DVD that no less stars the newly deceased archangel, Dean’s heart breaks in silence and he doesn’t know why, but it makes him look to where there’s a shadow of a wedding ring on his finger.