fic: Mystery Spot Misunderstanding - 2/?, PG-13
Title: Mystery Spot Misunderstanding
Author: wolfish_willow
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: PG-13 this chapter (NC-17 overall)
Genre: angst, hurt/comfort
Spoilers: Anything up to and including 5.14
Warnings: unbeta-ed. (I know, I know... *headdesk*)
Word Count: 2300
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Just using them for a bit of fun. They belong to Kripke.
Summary: Gabriel goes all angsty, and Sam suffers for it. (AU from 5.14 - so all episodes after My Bloody Valentine are being totally and utterly disregarded. *nodnod*)
Notes: Please let me know if there is anything that doesn't make sense. I as of yet have no beta reader, so Con Crit is more than welcome.
Masterpost
Dean couldn't help but be surprised when, upon entering the motel room he saw Sam asleep on his bed. He pushed his way inside and closed the door as quietly as he could behind him before setting his keys onto the round table by the window. His eyes stayed on his younger brother as he thought about what could have gone on in the time he'd left him alone with Gabriel. Normally the archangel would have whisked the two of them off somewhere to be alone - hence why they still shared a motel room - or would be lying next to Sam while he slept, helping to keep Lucifer at bay. That had generally been the way of things since Gabriel had decided to join their side in this crazy war.
***
Lucifer had been plaguing Sam's dreams more and more after their run in with Famine. The demon blood had done a number on him and his defenses were lower than they'd ever been. Even after he'd gotten all of the stuff out of his system, Dean saw how worn down he'd become, if the purple smudges under his eyes were any indication. His brother was shaky, almost paranoid whenever he was awake. And if he'd seemed frightened during the day, it only became worse whenever they'd be ready to sleep.
But it seemed someone had been listening to Dean's desperate plea out in the junkyard, even if they didn't show up that night. He'd been nearly ready to just give up, say 'yes' if only to fill the horrible emptiness he'd felt inside and keep his Sammy from having to suffer through any more crap that he didn't deserve when they'd been trying so hard to move past things. Thankfully he'd realized that doing so would only make things worse. If nothing else, it would give Lucifer more to use as incentive for Sam. And he knew he couldn't leave his brother alone, not in the state he was in. So he'd turned back and waited just outside the panic room's door until Sam's system had gotten back to normal - as normal as it could be, considering.
Nothing had happened for days. Him and Sam had stayed at Bobby's to allow for Sam to get back to full strength. Bobby kept them busy, looking through some of the more obscure books he had scattered throughout his house. They never found anything new, that they hadn't read about already, but it kept them busy. Helped keep their thoughts away from Sam's newfound skittishness and his own guilt over nearly letting Michael have him. But then Sam's nightmares had started up again, worse than they'd been probably since he'd had visions all the way back when all they'd had to worry about was old Yellow Eyes.
Dean felt himself growing more and more desperate as the days and nights dragged on, because at least when it was visions Sam told him what he was seeing. But Sam wouldn't tell him anything about what was happening to him every night. And Dean couldn't do anything to help it stop. Not without saying 'yes' and even then, he didn't think they would keep their side of any bargain he made for Sam. They'd find some sort of loophole. So he was stuck. Until one day when Bobby had taken Sam out of the house. They were running low on food and his younger brother was acting more restless from being stuck in one place than Dean normally was. He thought it had something to do with how he had been stuck in the panic room for days. And the fact that they weren't leaving the house yet.
Dean and Castiel were sitting in the kitchen, both staring intently at their own books when they each heard a familiar sounding snap. They both looked up to see Gabriel leaning back against the counter casually, as though he was a normal visiter of theirs. Dean's eyebrows had practically disappeared into his hairline and Castiel tilted his head to the side curiously. Gabriel stared at them both, amusement shining in his eyes as he took in each of their expressions. When Dean had finally gotten over the shock of having an archangel in Bobby's kitchen his brow furrowed and he stood slowly.
"What the hell are you doing here? Haven't you screwed with us enough?"
Gabriel put his hand over his heart dramatically, "Easy there, Deano. Keep talking like that and I might start to think you don't like me."
Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes at that, because yeah. He really wasn't one of the Trickster's biggest fans.
"I'll ask again, what the hell are you doing here?"
"I just couldn't stay away," he said, before his smirk fell away, giving way to a serious expression rarely present on his face - unless he's trying to get you to 'play your roles', Dean thought grimly.
"I'm about as happy with that as you are, bucko." he continued, and Dean realized he probably read his thoughts, seeing as how angels were able to do crazy things like that. He glared some more with that thought, until Gabriel's words sunk in.
"Wait, what?"
"I said I'm about as happy with that whole little episode as you are, bucko," Gabriel repeated slowly, drawing it out as though Dean was a five year old.
"Little episode? You got me shot! And you turned Sam into a car! And sent Castiel who knows where! I wouldn't call that a 'little episode'" he finished his last words with air quotes.
"Are you done?" Gabriel asked condescendingly.
Dean opened his mouth to say more, but stopped when he felt Castiel's hand on his arm. He turned to see the look the angel's clear blue eyes sent his way, mainly telling him to shut up and listen to whatever the archangel had to say. Dean huffed but turned back to Gabriel and gestured for him to start talking. If nothing else, he figured the guy hadn't tried tricking them yet and he hadn't needed to show himself to them. So maybe he had something helpful to say. Though he found that doubtful.
Gabriel rolled his eyes and lifted himself so that he was sitting on top of the counter. "Thanks so much for the recap, by the way. Because, you know, I was having trouble recalling all the things I did to you boys," he remarked, each word heavy with sarcasm.
It was Dean's turn to roll his eyes, but he wisely didn't say anything.
Gabriel sighed and the air in the kitchen was suddenly thick with tension as he spoke, "I thought a lot about what you said when you pulled that damn alarm. And as much as it pains me to say this, and it truly does pain me to, you were right. I could have done something a hell of a lot sooner to bring this whole business to a stop. And there were probably more conducive ways of going about it than turning Sam into a car, even if he did make a sweet ride..." he trailed off for a moment before shaking his head slightly and looking from Dean to Castiel, "I've certainly made my share of mistakes. And I'm not happy about the part I've played so far. Being a Trickster has been fun and all, don't get me wrong. But you blockheads had to go and remind me of who I was."
He paused. Dean had no idea what to make of what the archangel was saying. Because it almost sounded like he was apologizing, and it didn't make any sense to him. The guy had been a nuisance since they'd first met him, and now he was feeling like he could have done more to help? But once more, he kept his mouth shut. His gaze shifted to Castiel whose piercing eyes never left Gabriel. Dean had a feeling he was searching for any signs that he was holding something back, or trying to pull another fast one on them. He looked back at Gabriel when the identity-confused Archangel spoke again.
"So I changed my mind. I'm here to offer my services to you boys. Because you will be needing some extra power around here, pretty soon. There are still two horsemen out there you are gonna have to deal with sooner or later and I may be able to help you out."
Dean blinked, his brow furrowed. He felt like if he didn't close his mouth, there was a definite danger of his jaw ending up on the floor. So he did, only to open it immediately after, "Why?"
"Why what, Deano?" Gabriel replied, too casual to calm Dean's nerves.
"Why the sudden change of heart?" he asked. He wouldn't admit it out loud, and he really hoped the guy wasn't in his head again, but he really wanted to believe him. They did need the help. And having an archangel on their side could definitely tip the scale in their favor. But he'd learned in the past that good things just didn't happen to the Winchesters. Bobby and Cas were the two things that they could count on, everything and everyone else tended to cause them more pain and grief down the way. And the Trickster had caused quite a lot of both for them, for Sam in the past.
Nothing was said for some time, though Dean could tell Gabriel was choosing which words to use - he just wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad thing.
"I saw what Sam did to Famine. And I heard you calling for help," he replied, ignoring the way Dean bristled at having been seen by anyone at his moment of weakness, "I knew that even with all that was happening you weren't going to say 'yes'. You weren't going to leave your little brother," his eyes cut to Castiel before refocusing on Dean, "nor mine alone in this. And if Sam could say 'no' to Famine, even with the demon blood in his system, and a whole group of demons for the taking, I don't imagine he'll find it hard to keep saying 'no' to Lucifer. So I can't help but see a glimmer, even if it is a bit smaller than I'd like, of hope for the world. And that small bit might grow if you've got someone with real power on your side." He shrugged his shoulders and adopted his familiar amused smirk again, "Besides, if humans aren't around anymore who am I going to mess with? Believe me, neither Heaven nor Hell have much in the way of a sense of humor."
"You've been following us?" Dean asked, incredulous, "Why were you following us? Why not just get back with handing out 'just desserts'?"
Gabriel heaved a put upon sighed, as though Dean was missing something obvious, "Like I said before, you chuckleheads reminded me of who I am. As much as I'd like to go back to messing with douchebags who deserve to be taken down a peg, it would be a little more difficult to ignore the Apocalypse as easily as I had before. And besides..," his voice got quiet, like he hoped no one would hear his last words, "I owe you one. And I don't like having unsettled debts."
At Dean's questioning look he added, "Remember what you said to me then? 'Don't say I never did anything for you.' You let me out of that circle. There wasn't anything stopping you from keeping me there. You had a hell of a lot of reasons to want to keep me there, and you still turned the sprinklers on. I figure helping you guys out will make us even."
There had been more questions asked and answers given, but in the end Castiel had stood and made it clear to Dean that they should accept the archangel's help. And if Cas thought he was trustworthy enough to keep around, then Dean would give him a chance. Since then everything had been working well. It took a bit of doing to get Sam on board with the new member of Team Free Will, but eventually he'd admitted that having someone that powerful on their side would be immeasurably helpful.
They all saw how his younger brother's slightly slanted eyes would stay fixed on Gabriel whenever he was around - just waiting for the other shoe to drop. But it never happened. And somehow the two had ended up together. Dean still wasn't entirely sure how they got started - he suspected there was probably chocolate of some sort involved - but he hadn't seen Sammy as happy as he'd been with Gabriel for a long time. He trusted the second angel in the group, and he wasn't nearly as worried about his brother when those two were together as he'd originally thought he'd be.
***
So there was a reason he was caught off-guard when he walked in to find Sam alone in his bed. But he pushed any thoughts on it aside while unlacing his shoes and getting out of his over clothes. Gabriel had probably just gone to Castiel, wherever he was. Gabriel still wasn't convinced that they'd find God somewhere, but he was willing to help his little brother out. It was one of the reasons that Dean had come to trust the archangel. He saw the same protectiveness in Gabriel for Castiel that he had himself for Sam. So he laid down in his own bed, closest to the door, and fell asleep moments after his head hit the pillow, not noticing the tear tracks across his brother's face nor how he had started to twitch in his sleep.
Chapter One Chapter Three
Author: wolfish_willow
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: PG-13 this chapter (NC-17 overall)
Genre: angst, hurt/comfort
Spoilers: Anything up to and including 5.14
Warnings: unbeta-ed. (I know, I know... *headdesk*)
Word Count: 2300
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Just using them for a bit of fun. They belong to Kripke.
Summary: Gabriel goes all angsty, and Sam suffers for it. (AU from 5.14 - so all episodes after My Bloody Valentine are being totally and utterly disregarded. *nodnod*)
Notes: Please let me know if there is anything that doesn't make sense. I as of yet have no beta reader, so Con Crit is more than welcome.
Masterpost
Dean couldn't help but be surprised when, upon entering the motel room he saw Sam asleep on his bed. He pushed his way inside and closed the door as quietly as he could behind him before setting his keys onto the round table by the window. His eyes stayed on his younger brother as he thought about what could have gone on in the time he'd left him alone with Gabriel. Normally the archangel would have whisked the two of them off somewhere to be alone - hence why they still shared a motel room - or would be lying next to Sam while he slept, helping to keep Lucifer at bay. That had generally been the way of things since Gabriel had decided to join their side in this crazy war.
***
Lucifer had been plaguing Sam's dreams more and more after their run in with Famine. The demon blood had done a number on him and his defenses were lower than they'd ever been. Even after he'd gotten all of the stuff out of his system, Dean saw how worn down he'd become, if the purple smudges under his eyes were any indication. His brother was shaky, almost paranoid whenever he was awake. And if he'd seemed frightened during the day, it only became worse whenever they'd be ready to sleep.
But it seemed someone had been listening to Dean's desperate plea out in the junkyard, even if they didn't show up that night. He'd been nearly ready to just give up, say 'yes' if only to fill the horrible emptiness he'd felt inside and keep his Sammy from having to suffer through any more crap that he didn't deserve when they'd been trying so hard to move past things. Thankfully he'd realized that doing so would only make things worse. If nothing else, it would give Lucifer more to use as incentive for Sam. And he knew he couldn't leave his brother alone, not in the state he was in. So he'd turned back and waited just outside the panic room's door until Sam's system had gotten back to normal - as normal as it could be, considering.
Nothing had happened for days. Him and Sam had stayed at Bobby's to allow for Sam to get back to full strength. Bobby kept them busy, looking through some of the more obscure books he had scattered throughout his house. They never found anything new, that they hadn't read about already, but it kept them busy. Helped keep their thoughts away from Sam's newfound skittishness and his own guilt over nearly letting Michael have him. But then Sam's nightmares had started up again, worse than they'd been probably since he'd had visions all the way back when all they'd had to worry about was old Yellow Eyes.
Dean felt himself growing more and more desperate as the days and nights dragged on, because at least when it was visions Sam told him what he was seeing. But Sam wouldn't tell him anything about what was happening to him every night. And Dean couldn't do anything to help it stop. Not without saying 'yes' and even then, he didn't think they would keep their side of any bargain he made for Sam. They'd find some sort of loophole. So he was stuck. Until one day when Bobby had taken Sam out of the house. They were running low on food and his younger brother was acting more restless from being stuck in one place than Dean normally was. He thought it had something to do with how he had been stuck in the panic room for days. And the fact that they weren't leaving the house yet.
Dean and Castiel were sitting in the kitchen, both staring intently at their own books when they each heard a familiar sounding snap. They both looked up to see Gabriel leaning back against the counter casually, as though he was a normal visiter of theirs. Dean's eyebrows had practically disappeared into his hairline and Castiel tilted his head to the side curiously. Gabriel stared at them both, amusement shining in his eyes as he took in each of their expressions. When Dean had finally gotten over the shock of having an archangel in Bobby's kitchen his brow furrowed and he stood slowly.
"What the hell are you doing here? Haven't you screwed with us enough?"
Gabriel put his hand over his heart dramatically, "Easy there, Deano. Keep talking like that and I might start to think you don't like me."
Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes at that, because yeah. He really wasn't one of the Trickster's biggest fans.
"I'll ask again, what the hell are you doing here?"
"I just couldn't stay away," he said, before his smirk fell away, giving way to a serious expression rarely present on his face - unless he's trying to get you to 'play your roles', Dean thought grimly.
"I'm about as happy with that as you are, bucko." he continued, and Dean realized he probably read his thoughts, seeing as how angels were able to do crazy things like that. He glared some more with that thought, until Gabriel's words sunk in.
"Wait, what?"
"I said I'm about as happy with that whole little episode as you are, bucko," Gabriel repeated slowly, drawing it out as though Dean was a five year old.
"Little episode? You got me shot! And you turned Sam into a car! And sent Castiel who knows where! I wouldn't call that a 'little episode'" he finished his last words with air quotes.
"Are you done?" Gabriel asked condescendingly.
Dean opened his mouth to say more, but stopped when he felt Castiel's hand on his arm. He turned to see the look the angel's clear blue eyes sent his way, mainly telling him to shut up and listen to whatever the archangel had to say. Dean huffed but turned back to Gabriel and gestured for him to start talking. If nothing else, he figured the guy hadn't tried tricking them yet and he hadn't needed to show himself to them. So maybe he had something helpful to say. Though he found that doubtful.
Gabriel rolled his eyes and lifted himself so that he was sitting on top of the counter. "Thanks so much for the recap, by the way. Because, you know, I was having trouble recalling all the things I did to you boys," he remarked, each word heavy with sarcasm.
It was Dean's turn to roll his eyes, but he wisely didn't say anything.
Gabriel sighed and the air in the kitchen was suddenly thick with tension as he spoke, "I thought a lot about what you said when you pulled that damn alarm. And as much as it pains me to say this, and it truly does pain me to, you were right. I could have done something a hell of a lot sooner to bring this whole business to a stop. And there were probably more conducive ways of going about it than turning Sam into a car, even if he did make a sweet ride..." he trailed off for a moment before shaking his head slightly and looking from Dean to Castiel, "I've certainly made my share of mistakes. And I'm not happy about the part I've played so far. Being a Trickster has been fun and all, don't get me wrong. But you blockheads had to go and remind me of who I was."
He paused. Dean had no idea what to make of what the archangel was saying. Because it almost sounded like he was apologizing, and it didn't make any sense to him. The guy had been a nuisance since they'd first met him, and now he was feeling like he could have done more to help? But once more, he kept his mouth shut. His gaze shifted to Castiel whose piercing eyes never left Gabriel. Dean had a feeling he was searching for any signs that he was holding something back, or trying to pull another fast one on them. He looked back at Gabriel when the identity-confused Archangel spoke again.
"So I changed my mind. I'm here to offer my services to you boys. Because you will be needing some extra power around here, pretty soon. There are still two horsemen out there you are gonna have to deal with sooner or later and I may be able to help you out."
Dean blinked, his brow furrowed. He felt like if he didn't close his mouth, there was a definite danger of his jaw ending up on the floor. So he did, only to open it immediately after, "Why?"
"Why what, Deano?" Gabriel replied, too casual to calm Dean's nerves.
"Why the sudden change of heart?" he asked. He wouldn't admit it out loud, and he really hoped the guy wasn't in his head again, but he really wanted to believe him. They did need the help. And having an archangel on their side could definitely tip the scale in their favor. But he'd learned in the past that good things just didn't happen to the Winchesters. Bobby and Cas were the two things that they could count on, everything and everyone else tended to cause them more pain and grief down the way. And the Trickster had caused quite a lot of both for them, for Sam in the past.
Nothing was said for some time, though Dean could tell Gabriel was choosing which words to use - he just wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad thing.
"I saw what Sam did to Famine. And I heard you calling for help," he replied, ignoring the way Dean bristled at having been seen by anyone at his moment of weakness, "I knew that even with all that was happening you weren't going to say 'yes'. You weren't going to leave your little brother," his eyes cut to Castiel before refocusing on Dean, "nor mine alone in this. And if Sam could say 'no' to Famine, even with the demon blood in his system, and a whole group of demons for the taking, I don't imagine he'll find it hard to keep saying 'no' to Lucifer. So I can't help but see a glimmer, even if it is a bit smaller than I'd like, of hope for the world. And that small bit might grow if you've got someone with real power on your side." He shrugged his shoulders and adopted his familiar amused smirk again, "Besides, if humans aren't around anymore who am I going to mess with? Believe me, neither Heaven nor Hell have much in the way of a sense of humor."
"You've been following us?" Dean asked, incredulous, "Why were you following us? Why not just get back with handing out 'just desserts'?"
Gabriel heaved a put upon sighed, as though Dean was missing something obvious, "Like I said before, you chuckleheads reminded me of who I am. As much as I'd like to go back to messing with douchebags who deserve to be taken down a peg, it would be a little more difficult to ignore the Apocalypse as easily as I had before. And besides..," his voice got quiet, like he hoped no one would hear his last words, "I owe you one. And I don't like having unsettled debts."
At Dean's questioning look he added, "Remember what you said to me then? 'Don't say I never did anything for you.' You let me out of that circle. There wasn't anything stopping you from keeping me there. You had a hell of a lot of reasons to want to keep me there, and you still turned the sprinklers on. I figure helping you guys out will make us even."
There had been more questions asked and answers given, but in the end Castiel had stood and made it clear to Dean that they should accept the archangel's help. And if Cas thought he was trustworthy enough to keep around, then Dean would give him a chance. Since then everything had been working well. It took a bit of doing to get Sam on board with the new member of Team Free Will, but eventually he'd admitted that having someone that powerful on their side would be immeasurably helpful.
They all saw how his younger brother's slightly slanted eyes would stay fixed on Gabriel whenever he was around - just waiting for the other shoe to drop. But it never happened. And somehow the two had ended up together. Dean still wasn't entirely sure how they got started - he suspected there was probably chocolate of some sort involved - but he hadn't seen Sammy as happy as he'd been with Gabriel for a long time. He trusted the second angel in the group, and he wasn't nearly as worried about his brother when those two were together as he'd originally thought he'd be.
***
So there was a reason he was caught off-guard when he walked in to find Sam alone in his bed. But he pushed any thoughts on it aside while unlacing his shoes and getting out of his over clothes. Gabriel had probably just gone to Castiel, wherever he was. Gabriel still wasn't convinced that they'd find God somewhere, but he was willing to help his little brother out. It was one of the reasons that Dean had come to trust the archangel. He saw the same protectiveness in Gabriel for Castiel that he had himself for Sam. So he laid down in his own bed, closest to the door, and fell asleep moments after his head hit the pillow, not noticing the tear tracks across his brother's face nor how he had started to twitch in his sleep.
Chapter One Chapter Three