Stuck In The Middle With You
Title: Stuck In The Middle With You
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jensen/Gabriel
Spoilers/Warnings: RPS
Summary: Jensen's not sure what to make of being stuck in an alternate dimension, but it's not all bad, at least.
Notes: Sort of for xarixian and zekkass and sort of just to see if I could write more than a twitfic of this pairing. ~1200 words says I can. ^^ Title from a song, I think of the same name.
“I’m not getting back, am I?” Jensen says. Sam and Castiel’s hushed conversation abruptly stops and he rolls his head so that he can see them from where he’s laying on one of the motel beds.
Sam makes a face at him, all scrunched eyebrows and tight lips and it’s one Jensen recognizes, has seen a million times whenever Jared has broken something or done something wrong. Except that’s not Jared-as-Sam, that’s actually Sam, with no Jared in there at all.
Castiel’s no better, what with Misha’s bright blue gaze regarding him with that odd, slightly distant way Misha had adopted when he was the angel. “I do not have the ability to send you back,” Castiel says, “and it does not seem likely that we will find someone who can.” Sam’s face scrunches up a bit more, as if somehow trying to take all the blame for this onto himself.
Jensen sighs and sits up. “Yeah, I figured.”
It’s just the three of them in the motel room. Dean had lasted twenty minutes with Jensen in the same room before claiming a need to make a food and beer run. He’s been gone for almost a full hour and Jensen wouldn’t be surprised if he’s stopped to drink some of that beer before returning. Jensen could use a bit of liquid courage, himself.
Before the pause could become awkward, though, the door bangs open and Dean stomps in, dragging a shorter man by the arm. “Cas, your dick of a brother is back.”
And Jensen almost says “Richard” when he realizes who Dean’s got a hold of, but then he remembers what happened, where he is, who these people are.
“Gabriel,” he says instead and four sets of eyes are suddenly looking at him.
“I leave you boys alone for a week and you manage to find a Dean clone?” Gabriel says, detaching himself from Dean’s hold easily. He steps over to Jensen, leans in close. “And not a skinwalker, either. What’d you do this time?”
“We didn’t do anything!” Dean protests immediately. Gabriel turns to raise an eyebrow at him.
“Oh, really? Name one time you have ever done nothing and gotten burned for it.”
He huffs when Dean has to actually think about it. “That’s what I thought. Now.” He turns back to Jensen and grins. “Who are you and how do you know who I am?”
“Jensen. Jensen Ackles,” he says. “I, uh, I’m an actor. For television.” Understatement? Yeah.
“Uh-huh.” Gabriel leans in closer, close enough that Jensen’s eyes almost cross trying to stay focused on him. “And how do you know who we are?” he prompts. Jensen looks away briefly and sends pleading looks to the other three occupants of the room, hoping for someone to jump in and tell his impossible story for him. “Oh, no you don’t, bucko. Gotta tell me yourself.”
Gabriel grins at him, amber eyes bright, and Jensen swallows. Mind-reading archangel. Right.
“Um. I play the part of Dean Winchester in a television show called Supernatural,” he says quickly, wanting to get it over with. “My best friend plays Sam and Misha plays Castiel and Richard plays you.”
“Reeaaally?” Gabriel says. “Fascinating.”
And then he’s standing up and stepping back and the sudden return of Jensen’s personal space comes as a bit of a shock. “Um.”
“Well, boys. What you’ve got here is a bona fide example of multiple realities,” the archangel announces. Sam moves in, eyes wide and eyebrows making a dedicated effort to meld with his hairline.
“Really? How do you know?”
Gabriel grins at him. “People from an alternate dimension have a little blue dot. Right. Here.” He pokes Sam in the forehead and laughs when Sam frowns. “I’m kidding. He’s got a…an aura, sort of. A metaphysical scent would probably be closer, actually. Any being powerful enough could ‘smell’ it and determine that he’s not from this reality.”
Dean frowns. “So, he’s for real?”
“Yes, Dean, he’s a real boy,” Gabriel drawls. “Fully human, too, in case you were wondering.”
“So, what do we do with him?” Sam asks. “No offense,” he adds quickly, shooting a guilty look at Jensen.
Jensen shrugs. He’d probably say the same thing if their positions were reversed and he’s hardly in a position to be taking offense to anything, anyway.
Gabriel sighs. “Not much,” he admits. He looks at Jensen. “You’re pretty much stuck here unless my dad sends you back Himself; nothing else I know of has the sheer power needed to bend realities. So, either you stick with these bozos or you get yourself a new life somewhere, but you’re not getting home.”
“I’d sort of figured that,” Jensen says. Sam’s making that guilty-face again, over Gabriel’s shoulder. Dean’s got a beer and Castiel has moved so that he’s now just shy of hovering next to Dean. Jensen has a brief thought that maybe those fangirls were onto something with all that fanfic, but that just reminds him of Jared and Misha and the set and home and everything that he’d never get to see again.
“Oh, stars.” There’s a snap and suddenly Jensen’s in a completely different room, propped up against several large pillows on a bed much bigger than the one he’d previously been sitting on.
“What the--?”
“You were getting sentimental,” Gabriel says, climbing onto the bed next to him and flopping down with a sigh. “Figured you’d probably like to avoid the drama of emoting around the Winchesters.”
Jensen thinks about the various emotional scenes he’s filmed with Jared, how Dean and Sam were likely to respond to someone else’s emotions being all over the place. “Oh. Yeah. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Gabriel snaps up a candy bar and eats it while Jensen does a detailed study of the blanket. It’s blue.
“You know, if you’ve got questions, now’s the time to ask,” Gabriel says between bites. Jensen blinks at him.
“Questions?”
“Life, the universe, what it’s like to be a multi-dimensional wavelength of celestial intent, you know. The usual stuff.”
“Usual stuff. Right.” Jensen laughs, but it’s a tight, nervous thing. He twists his hands into the blanket. “So, you’re an angel.”
“Yep.” Gabriel finishes off his candy bar, licking his fingers.
Jensen watches him, a bit fascinated by how methodical and thorough Gabriel is in making sure he’s gotten every bit of the candy bar that he possibly can. The angel glances up at him and smiles around his thumb. He pulls the digit out with a light pop.
“See something you like?” he asks, low and suggestive.
Flushing, Jensen looks back down at the blanket. Slender fingers wrap around his jaw, gently pull him back so that he’s looking down into honey-gold eyes. Gabriel smiles at him again, softer this time.
“It’s all right. Come on.”
Gabriel slides his hand around to the back of Jensen’s neck, tugs him down, and Jensen lets his eyes slip closed as Gabriel kisses him.
“You going to freak out on me?” Gabriel asks and Jensen can feel the shapes of the words, can feel the way Gabriel’s mouth curves in a smile. Jensen huffs.
“No more than I was already,” he says.
“Good,” Gabriel says before kissing him again, firmer this time and with a quick touch of his tongue on Jensen’s bottom lip.
And despite what he said, Jensen really ought to be freaking out right now. Multiple realities, talking to someone he plays the role of, kissing a male-seeming archangel that looks like one of his coworkers… There’s plenty of reasons to choose from. But all of those reasons will be there tomorrow.
He can freak out then, if he needs to.
For now, though, he wants to figure out how to get Gabriel to make that odd little moan-hum noise again.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jensen/Gabriel
Spoilers/Warnings: RPS
Summary: Jensen's not sure what to make of being stuck in an alternate dimension, but it's not all bad, at least.
Notes: Sort of for xarixian and zekkass and sort of just to see if I could write more than a twitfic of this pairing. ~1200 words says I can. ^^ Title from a song, I think of the same name.
“I’m not getting back, am I?” Jensen says. Sam and Castiel’s hushed conversation abruptly stops and he rolls his head so that he can see them from where he’s laying on one of the motel beds.
Sam makes a face at him, all scrunched eyebrows and tight lips and it’s one Jensen recognizes, has seen a million times whenever Jared has broken something or done something wrong. Except that’s not Jared-as-Sam, that’s actually Sam, with no Jared in there at all.
Castiel’s no better, what with Misha’s bright blue gaze regarding him with that odd, slightly distant way Misha had adopted when he was the angel. “I do not have the ability to send you back,” Castiel says, “and it does not seem likely that we will find someone who can.” Sam’s face scrunches up a bit more, as if somehow trying to take all the blame for this onto himself.
Jensen sighs and sits up. “Yeah, I figured.”
It’s just the three of them in the motel room. Dean had lasted twenty minutes with Jensen in the same room before claiming a need to make a food and beer run. He’s been gone for almost a full hour and Jensen wouldn’t be surprised if he’s stopped to drink some of that beer before returning. Jensen could use a bit of liquid courage, himself.
Before the pause could become awkward, though, the door bangs open and Dean stomps in, dragging a shorter man by the arm. “Cas, your dick of a brother is back.”
And Jensen almost says “Richard” when he realizes who Dean’s got a hold of, but then he remembers what happened, where he is, who these people are.
“Gabriel,” he says instead and four sets of eyes are suddenly looking at him.
“I leave you boys alone for a week and you manage to find a Dean clone?” Gabriel says, detaching himself from Dean’s hold easily. He steps over to Jensen, leans in close. “And not a skinwalker, either. What’d you do this time?”
“We didn’t do anything!” Dean protests immediately. Gabriel turns to raise an eyebrow at him.
“Oh, really? Name one time you have ever done nothing and gotten burned for it.”
He huffs when Dean has to actually think about it. “That’s what I thought. Now.” He turns back to Jensen and grins. “Who are you and how do you know who I am?”
“Jensen. Jensen Ackles,” he says. “I, uh, I’m an actor. For television.” Understatement? Yeah.
“Uh-huh.” Gabriel leans in closer, close enough that Jensen’s eyes almost cross trying to stay focused on him. “And how do you know who we are?” he prompts. Jensen looks away briefly and sends pleading looks to the other three occupants of the room, hoping for someone to jump in and tell his impossible story for him. “Oh, no you don’t, bucko. Gotta tell me yourself.”
Gabriel grins at him, amber eyes bright, and Jensen swallows. Mind-reading archangel. Right.
“Um. I play the part of Dean Winchester in a television show called Supernatural,” he says quickly, wanting to get it over with. “My best friend plays Sam and Misha plays Castiel and Richard plays you.”
“Reeaaally?” Gabriel says. “Fascinating.”
And then he’s standing up and stepping back and the sudden return of Jensen’s personal space comes as a bit of a shock. “Um.”
“Well, boys. What you’ve got here is a bona fide example of multiple realities,” the archangel announces. Sam moves in, eyes wide and eyebrows making a dedicated effort to meld with his hairline.
“Really? How do you know?”
Gabriel grins at him. “People from an alternate dimension have a little blue dot. Right. Here.” He pokes Sam in the forehead and laughs when Sam frowns. “I’m kidding. He’s got a…an aura, sort of. A metaphysical scent would probably be closer, actually. Any being powerful enough could ‘smell’ it and determine that he’s not from this reality.”
Dean frowns. “So, he’s for real?”
“Yes, Dean, he’s a real boy,” Gabriel drawls. “Fully human, too, in case you were wondering.”
“So, what do we do with him?” Sam asks. “No offense,” he adds quickly, shooting a guilty look at Jensen.
Jensen shrugs. He’d probably say the same thing if their positions were reversed and he’s hardly in a position to be taking offense to anything, anyway.
Gabriel sighs. “Not much,” he admits. He looks at Jensen. “You’re pretty much stuck here unless my dad sends you back Himself; nothing else I know of has the sheer power needed to bend realities. So, either you stick with these bozos or you get yourself a new life somewhere, but you’re not getting home.”
“I’d sort of figured that,” Jensen says. Sam’s making that guilty-face again, over Gabriel’s shoulder. Dean’s got a beer and Castiel has moved so that he’s now just shy of hovering next to Dean. Jensen has a brief thought that maybe those fangirls were onto something with all that fanfic, but that just reminds him of Jared and Misha and the set and home and everything that he’d never get to see again.
“Oh, stars.” There’s a snap and suddenly Jensen’s in a completely different room, propped up against several large pillows on a bed much bigger than the one he’d previously been sitting on.
“What the--?”
“You were getting sentimental,” Gabriel says, climbing onto the bed next to him and flopping down with a sigh. “Figured you’d probably like to avoid the drama of emoting around the Winchesters.”
Jensen thinks about the various emotional scenes he’s filmed with Jared, how Dean and Sam were likely to respond to someone else’s emotions being all over the place. “Oh. Yeah. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Gabriel snaps up a candy bar and eats it while Jensen does a detailed study of the blanket. It’s blue.
“You know, if you’ve got questions, now’s the time to ask,” Gabriel says between bites. Jensen blinks at him.
“Questions?”
“Life, the universe, what it’s like to be a multi-dimensional wavelength of celestial intent, you know. The usual stuff.”
“Usual stuff. Right.” Jensen laughs, but it’s a tight, nervous thing. He twists his hands into the blanket. “So, you’re an angel.”
“Yep.” Gabriel finishes off his candy bar, licking his fingers.
Jensen watches him, a bit fascinated by how methodical and thorough Gabriel is in making sure he’s gotten every bit of the candy bar that he possibly can. The angel glances up at him and smiles around his thumb. He pulls the digit out with a light pop.
“See something you like?” he asks, low and suggestive.
Flushing, Jensen looks back down at the blanket. Slender fingers wrap around his jaw, gently pull him back so that he’s looking down into honey-gold eyes. Gabriel smiles at him again, softer this time.
“It’s all right. Come on.”
Gabriel slides his hand around to the back of Jensen’s neck, tugs him down, and Jensen lets his eyes slip closed as Gabriel kisses him.
“You going to freak out on me?” Gabriel asks and Jensen can feel the shapes of the words, can feel the way Gabriel’s mouth curves in a smile. Jensen huffs.
“No more than I was already,” he says.
“Good,” Gabriel says before kissing him again, firmer this time and with a quick touch of his tongue on Jensen’s bottom lip.
And despite what he said, Jensen really ought to be freaking out right now. Multiple realities, talking to someone he plays the role of, kissing a male-seeming archangel that looks like one of his coworkers… There’s plenty of reasons to choose from. But all of those reasons will be there tomorrow.
He can freak out then, if he needs to.
For now, though, he wants to figure out how to get Gabriel to make that odd little moan-hum noise again.