SPN: Mistakes We Make 25 + 26
A/N: Chapters 25 and 26, since I forgot to post them earlier. Also: I hate Chile, my flight back home has been cancelled. Since I'm supposed to go into hospital on Wednesday morning... looks like Mum's gonna drive us back across the country. My mother is made of awesomesauce.
Warnings: Sexual references, sneaky Castiel, domesticated Dean, Gabe having a freak-out, gay sex, voyeurism, masturbation.
-MWM-
Gabriel left for work only reluctantly - Castiel had to forcibly push him out the door - and then Cas and Dean were left alone together. Dressing took longer than usual, with the pair constantly finding excuses to touch each other, then Cas spread out his classwork on the bed while Dean went to fetch the morning newspaper.
"This one's not bad," he muttered a little later. "Ugh, no, bad area."
Castiel grinned to himself. Dean hadn't realised that he was speaking his thoughts, but it was quite entertaining. More so than his current assignment, anyway.
"Oooh, this one!" Dean then shoved a listing underneath Cas' nose. "That one, we should get it!"
"…You only want it because of the name of the suburb, don't you?"
"Well, it's cool. But look at the house, it's in a decent area, not far from shops - and it says it needs some work. I could fix it up for us! I did maintenance for a while for Crowley, it couldn't be that much different."
"When's the showing?" Castiel grinned up at him again, and Dean quickly scanned the ad again.
"Friday morning at eleven. You free then?"
"'Fraid not. Gabe should be if he finishes up his project tomorrow, the two of you can go check it out."
Dean paused, shifting slightly. Naturally Cas caught the motion and gave him a sceptical look.
"I'm not sure that's a great idea," Dean muttered. "We're still not really comfortable around each other…"
"Dean, you'll be looking at a house and deciding whether or not you want to buy it. There doesn't have to be any romantic overtones. I'll say the same thing to Gabe when I get home tonight - I can't always be here as a buffer."
"Yes, sir," Dean saluted, grinning.
"Oh, shut up."
-MWM-
That night, Gabriel came home to find Dean asleep on the couch. He grinned a little and went to the kitchen in search of food, only to pause. Taped to the fridge was a page torn from the newspaper, one listing circled. Written next to it was a note from Dean: We're going to check this one out on Friday. Cas' orders. Your dinner's in the oven, should still be warm, leave a plate for Cas.
Gabriel smiled a bit more, looking over the listing, then he checked the food, surprised. Dean had turned out to actually be a decent cook, and now there were two plates of casserole in the oven. The oven was on a low heat, so the food was at a perfect temperature for Gabriel to dig in. Which he did.
By the time he'd finished and was using some bread to mop up the liquid, Dean had roused himself and was sitting up on the couch, rubbing at his eyes.
"Hey Gabe." Pausing, Dean tried to remember when he'd started calling Gabriel that, then shrugged. Something he'd picked up from Castiel, most likely.
"Hey," Gabriel nodded back, finishing the last of his meal. "That was good. Haven't eaten since breakfast."
"Glad you like it," Dean grinned easily. "Danni taught me. Figured I should have something respectable to offer whoever I decided to settle down with."
"She was sure you'd settle down?"
"Eventually, yeah. She pretty much adopted me and Sam, and was determined that I'd find something better for myself."
"It was mentioned that Crowley helped raise Sam, too…" Gabriel paused.
"Yeah, sorta," Dean shrugged. "He paid for everything. One of the stipulations for getting Sammy into this really posh school, was that he had to keep his grades up and meet with Crowley. So he was sort of like a rich uncle."
"That you slept with," Gabriel commented.
"Well, yeah. Started a few days after I turned eighteen. Before that he never made any advances, since he saw me as a kid. Then we slept together whenever it was convenient - it wasn't a relationship at any point, if that's what you're worried about."
"Not worried," Gabriel sat down near to Dean on the couch, turning to face him and resting his head against the back. "Just curious… your life's been so different. I guess I don't really understand the things you've done or been through."
"Maybe," Dean looked down, considering. "It didn't seem that odd at the time. I just kept doing whatever it took to keep Sammy safe. Not that he forgives me for it now. At the time, he seemed to understand my need to protect him."
"Hmm." Gabriel frowned. Sam had been trying to reach out to his brother while they were there, he'd seen that, but he didn't know the whole story.
"And I guess I really don't know what you and Cas went through," Dean continued. "I mean, I took up drinking, but never got into anything stronger."
"Yeah, that was a shock," Gabriel nodded. "I don't think I've ever been so scared as when Cas ran away from here and blew a guy in the park for… something, I don't even know what it was. But he didn't have any idea who I was, just kept trying to kiss me and rub against me. He was so out of it… I managed to get him to sleep it off, but if he'd been determined, he could've overpowered me."
The two stayed silent for a moment, each digesting the knowledge they'd gained.
"Gabe, Cas can't come to the showing on Friday. Are… are we gonna be okay together?"
Gabriel took a deep breath, then nodded.
"We kinda have to be. Look at us now, we're having a conversation when Cas isn't here. We can do this."
"Okay," Dean nodded, and reached out to gently rub the back of his fingers across Gabriel's cheek. The older man closed his eyes, and found that it was quite pleasant. Dean clearly cared about him, perhaps not as much as he cared about Castiel, but they could do this.
-MWM-
"I want it."
"Gabe, we have to look at it first," Dean stifled a laugh.
"Don't care, it's in San Gabriel! I want it!" The shorter man was shifting in the seat of the Impala, chewing on a stick of raspberry liquorice Dean bought for him at the gas station. He'd quickly remembered that the best way to appease Gabriel was to offer him sugar of some variation.
"We're here," Dean pulled up outside their potential new house. Both men looked it over, then shared a glance. It didn't look anything special, but it wasn't obviously run down.
The inside was in fairly good condition, other than the horrible paint job.
"First thing to go is the pink living room," Gabriel muttered.
"Deal. Then the puke-green bathroom." Dean agreed.
By the time they left, it was decided - it needed a complete re-decoration, and the yard needed work, but this was going to be home.
-MWM-
"So, how'd it go?" Cas looked up from the couch as the others walked in from their day-trip. Gabriel shrugged, then paused and looked at him sharply.
"Didn't you have a class to go to?"
"Nope," Cas turned back to his book. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"You did…" Dean narrowed his eyes, as Castiel proceeded to look innocent. "You just wanted us to spend today together without you there."
"Pretty much." Cas continued to read, a small smile on his face.
Gabriel and Dean both looked at him, then at each other, and nearly identical looks of mischief crossed their faces.
"Fine," Gabriel stuck up his nose. "Come along Dean, we'll have our noon-time shenanigans by ourselves."
"Righto," Dean put his arm around Gabriel's shoulder, bending down a little to press a kiss to Gabriel's temple as they walked to the bedroom.
"Hey!" Castiel stood quickly and ran to tackle them both. This ended with all three in a pile on the floor, Gabriel trapped on top of Dean with Castiel sitting astride him. He was strangely comfortable with that, especially when Cas leaned forwards to kiss Dean over his shoulder, making sure to nip at Gabriel's neck on the way down.
Gabriel moved to wrap one leg around Castiel's hip, noticing that Dean was doing the same. As a result, Dean's rapidly growing erection was pressed against his arse, while Castiel was slowly grinding down against him - and it was suddenly too much.
He let out a whimper, starting to struggle, and Castiel immediately jumped back as though burned.
"Gabe?"
"I… I can't!" Gabriel scrambled up and disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
"…Fuck," Dean muttered, seeing first-hand the consequences of his previous actions.
-MWM-
"Gabriel?" Cas was sitting on the floor next to the bathroom door. "C'mon, it's gonna be okay. Dean's baking you a pie, we're not going to do anything more. I promise."
"What's his favourite type?" Dean asked quietly, pulling different ingredients from the cupboard. "We don't have much… is apple okay?"
"Apple's fine," Gabriel said as he opened the door, looking thoroughly ashamed. "I'm sor-"
"Don't you dare apologise," Dean looked at him, staying in the kitchen. "Not your fault that I put you off anal sex."
"Okay," Gabriel managed to smile a little at that.
"Anyway," Castiel took his arm and gently pulled Gabriel towards the kitchen. "So, about the house."
"Yeah, the house," Gabriel nodded. "The walls need to be repainted, or wallpapered, or something, and the yard's pretty overgrown. But it's nice, should do for us. And we can afford it, too."
"Great," Castiel grinned. The two brothers sat at the small kitchen table, watching as Dean set about baking a pie for Gabriel. This was going to take some time.
-MWM-
Dean growled as he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. It was one step forwards, three steps back - he and Gabriel had been getting along okay, but for the last week Gabriel had shied away from any touch Dean tried to initiate. It was frustrating.
Without bothering to dress, he started the process of shaving. His stubble had been growing a little too long, and it was starting to annoy him.
When he heard someone clattering about in the kitchen, Dean rolled his eyes. Despite living by themselves together for seven years or so, neither Gabriel nor Castiel could cook a decent meal to save their lives. They'd scraped by on take out, frozen dinners and occasional leftovers they managed to snag from parties. So the fact that Dean could create a meal that wasn't charcoal or raw meant that he was regarded as a culinary master by the brothers.
"Anyone here?" He heard Gabriel shout, and he mentally groaned. Cas had gone grocery shopping not long ago, so wouldn't be back for another hour at least. Castiel had resumed his position as buffer between them, and without him here things were rather strained.
"Yeah," Dean finally called out, proud of himself for managing to finish shaving without cutting himself.
"Where is-" Gabriel froze as he opened the bathroom door to see Dean standing naked in front of the sink. His mouth dried out immediately, and he couldn't help it as his eyes ran up and down the expanse of naked flesh before him. "I, uh…"
"Gabriel," Dean spoke softly, recognising the spark of desire alongside the hated, but familiar, fear. "Please don't run away." He put down the razor and turned slowly, holding out his hand to the other man.
Gabriel swallowed hard, eyes lingering on Dean's flaccid cock as it slowly started to fill with blood. He could feel himself getting turned on, but the thought of Dean pinning him down was still enough to make him want to run.
"Gabe, would it… would it help if you fucked me?" Dean asked, taking a guess. "I'll be underneath you, you could leave at any time." The idea was causing him to harden even faster, and he saw Gabriel lick his lips.
Meanwhile, Gabriel was finding himself liking the idea more and more. He stepped forwards a little, taking Dean's hand and drawing him down, close enough for a kiss.
"It might," he admitted, pulling away a little. "I can't… I'll try not to hurt you."
"I know," Dean nodded, nuzzling his nose into Gabriel's hair. "I know. Where do you want me?" He reached out and laid his hands against Gabriel's hips, massaging slightly as he tried to soothe his shorter companion.
"Bedroom," Gabriel whispered, stepping back a little. "More comfortable."
Dean smiled and followed, before shifting to rest on the bed. He was filled with exuberance at the idea of Gabriel relaxing around him enough to go through with this, though he wasn't sure that they'd manage to finish. But he'd do his best to make it good for Gabriel, and maybe he'd be able to get over his fear.
Gabriel took a deep breath as he retrieved the lube from the bedside drawer, and shed his clothes before he knelt on the bed next to Dean. The taller man surprised him a little by getting down on all fours and taking Gabriel's cock into his mouth. He was sucking lightly, enough to keep Gabriel's interest but not enough to get him off, and Gabriel was reminded of how Dean had earned a living these last few years.
He swallowed hard, then leaned forwards over Dean's back to run his hands over the bare skin. Slicking his fingers took a few tries, before he was able to concentrate enough to start pressing a finger into Dean.
Dean hummed in delight as he felt Gabriel regaining his confidence and be able to explore his body. He concentrated on pleasing Gabe, without reaching out to touch him anywhere else.
Though he was starting to feel nervous again, Gabriel focused on stretching Dean open. He felt that if he could go through with this, then maybe he'd be able to get over the fact that Dean had violated him. Then he wrenched his mind away from that thought - if he let himself remember what happened, he wouldn't be able to do this.
"Okay," Gabriel said, pulling back a little. "Let's do this."
Whilst not the most romantic of declarations, Dean lifted his head and smiled at him, then turned around.
Gabriel took a moment to control his breathing before he tried to get closer. He found it hilarious that he'd stood up to Lucian for Cas' wellbeing without a second thought, but having sex with someone was scaring him so much.
Shaking his head to dislodge irrelevant thoughts, Gabriel settled himself between Dean's legs and guided himself to slide into the other man fairly easily.
Unnoticed by either of them, Cas stood just outside the door, watching. While he was getting incredibly turned on, and really wanted to join them, he knew that this was between Gabriel and Dean. They needed to do this, to do things without him around, if living like this was going to work.
Didn't mean he couldn't watch though.
The sound of Dean's groan as Gabriel was finally buried inside him sent sparks down both Novak men's spines. Cas made a decision, and undid his trousers enough to get his hand inside his underwear, stroking himself in time to Gabriel's thrusts into Dean.
As Gabriel moved, he started losing himself to how good it felt. He kept his strokes slow and deep, resting his hands on Dean's lower back to keep his balance. Dean was following his moves, falling into the rhythm easily.
Soon, Gabriel was speeding up, comfortable enough to start letting his control go. He could feel that he was getting close to orgasm, and leaned down to cover Dean's back with his chest. It was something he couldn't help - biting at his partner during sex - and something Cas had never minded.
Dean felt the restrained nips, and arched his back for more contact. It was a relief to realise that Gabriel was letting go a bit, and Dean felt as the thrusts became more haphazard as the man behind him was getting closer to his climax. He reached down to stroke himself, guessing correctly that Gabriel wouldn't be ready for that yet.
Castiel bit his lip to contain any sounds. Having live porn in his bedroom was a wonderful thing, and he could see Gabriel becoming more comfortable. He noticed the signs of Gabe fast approaching orgasm, and did his best not to crow in triumph.
After several minutes, Gabriel finally felt as his body tensed, this time in a good way. He bit down harder on Dean's shoulder and thrust erratically, coming inside Dean and collapsing on his back.
Deciding that was his cue, Castiel slipped into the room and nudged them both so that Gabriel fell to the bed and Dean lay on his side. Cas lowered his head and quickly sucked at Dean's still-hard cock, drawing him to orgasm quickly.
"So," he said once he'd finished cleaning Dean off, "feel better, you two?"
"Much," Gabriel muttered, throwing an arm around Dean's waist to hug him closer. "You need to get off too?"
"Nah, just need to change pants."
"Right," Dean grinned sleepily in triumph. His plan had worked - granted, he probably wouldn't be taking Gabriel any time soon, but at least they were comfortable again.
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