Dean's a cook, always cooked for either himself of his brother. Gabriel doesn't know his way around a pot. Dean is determined to teach his boyfriend how to cook.
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Gabriel sighed, staring at the dishes in the sink. The bunker had too many people in it for this to be a reasonable request, he was sure of it. He flicked the tap open, wishing not for the first time he wasn’t so low on grace. Just a snap and all would be done.
“What’s taking so long? They won’t do themselves.” Dean grinned teasingly from the doorway.
“They <I>could</I>.” Gabriel tapped a plate sitting on top with a frown. “With a little dance and everything.” He wiggled his fingers at Dean. “But no juice for it.”
Made for @debrielcc Creations Challenge, Song Prompt: Creepin’ Up The Backstairs by The Fratellis
There was a knock on the glass, one, two, three times before Gabriel finally realized there was someone knocking, standing up from his desk he moved the curtains aside. He almost screamed when he saw the shadow of a guy in front of him until he realized it was Dean. Quickly, he opened the window.
“Dean what the hell? How did you get past the fence?”
Dean sent Gabriel a smile so bright and warm while entering the room that Gabriel felt the air leave his lungs for a second.
“Heard you came back from that stuck-up boarding school, old man Beckett let me in.”
Gabriel beamed at his old friend, the moment he came back from France he was about to run to Dean’s house when his father forced him to stay and meet some unknown relatives that were most likely trying to lick dad’s boots to receive a loan from him for a truly stupid enterpise.
He hated it, hated the fact that they were ‘nobles’ and ‘rich’ and that they were supposed to act like it. That was why he loved Dean so much, he was unfazed by the nobility thing and always treated him as his friend. Gabriel still felt stupid when he remembered how troubled he had been that first time they met to hide the fact that he belonged to the Payne family and also remembered fondly how Dean took it all in stride and waved it aside, the last name was not important, what was important was Gabriel. Looking at it in hindsight that might have been the moment Gabriel fell in love for him.
Of course Dean didn’t know that. As far as Gabriel could see, Dean considered him a friend and just that. Yes, they were thick as thieves, much to both of their families chagrin but he had never shown any kind of romantic inclination towards him. It was sad to admit that this crush was very one sided but that didn’t stop him from having fun and enjoying Dean’s company so he was definitely not ready to let him go. Maybe when Dean eventually found someone else he would have to make a choice but not today.
Especially not tonight. Not when Dean’s cheeks were red from running and the cold winds of December and they looked ready to be kissed. Thing that Gabriel did immediately pecking both of Dean’s cheeks while hugging him, following the French tradition, so excited that he didn’t notice how his friend tensed slightly under his hold.
“Oh man, you just don’t know how much I’ve missed you!”
Dean snickered nervously. “Yeah, I can tell.”
“So what brings you here?”
“Ah uh...” Dean seemed to space a moment looking at Gabriel. He blushed and coughed a little. “I thought we could sneak away, there’s a couple of new bands performing at the club I’m sure you’ll like.”
“Awesome! Yeah sure, lemme get some clothes and we can go.”
“Oh and…”
Gabriel turned towards Dean once more, waiting for his words, nodding at him to prompt him into speaking.
“I was wondering if we could, uh, you know… Grab the car?”
“The car?”
“Yeah, you know, The Car.”
“Oh, oh!” Gabriel laughed mischievously while taking off his pj’s and putting in some old worn jeans, a dark Black Sabbath t-shirt Dean had gifted him for his birthday and black leather boots. “Yeah sure! We can sneak downstairs through the service stairs, I bet Mrs. Bell is knocked off with those sleeping pills she gets.”
Gabriel turned to find an awkward looking Dean.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing, uh, it’s good to see you here.”
Gabriel beamed at him.
“It’s good to see you too.”
So they sneaked into the garage to steal Michael’s car. The car, by the way was a classic 60’s cherry red Roadster that Michael kept in mint condition. Gabriel had been impressed when he saw it for the first time, moreso considering the fact that he couldn’t believe his down-to-earth brother was able to have such good taste in cars, maybe it was the ‘classic’ part of it that had called his attention but in the end, Gabriel was not going to complain. Especially when he knew for a fact Michael still left the car keys in the same place at the garage despite knowing his little brother liked to take it out for a ride from time to time. Okay, so maybe Michael was not as stuck up as he looked, Gabriel thought fondly. He was going to miss him if he decided to move after the marriage.
This time, Dean was on the wheel. They zoomed through the open roads for a while and left the car on a parking lot, knowing Michael would kill him if anything happened to it. Soon after the engine was killed, Gabriel took out his kohl stick and began to line his eyes. Dean shifted in his seat.
“Dude, you look good already, leave the makeup for the girls.”
“There’s never enough makeup when it comes to the guyliner Dean, maybe you should try it too.”
Dean snorted, he looked at Gabriel with a glance he was unable to read until he made up his mind.
“Alright then, turn me into a clown.”
Gabriel barked in delight with Dean’s comment while he leant towards him to start the job. They were close enough but Gabriel was more concentrated on not poking Dean’s eye by mistake.
“I knew I’d convince you one day.”
“You just like being pushy.”
“Shut up, you love me pushy.”
Dean stayed silent for a while while Gabriel finished the delicate job. Once he was done he began to put the eyeliner away.
“Yeah, I do.”
The words had been but a whisper but in the middle of the silence of the parked car it had been just as clear as daylight. Gabriel paused his actions and lowered his hands to look, really look at Dean. And it struck him like a lightning to realize that while Dean was undoubtedly handsome, the guyliner he had just placed on him made him ten times more attractive. And this attractive guy was looking at him in a way he knew for a fact he had never been addressed before.
“Dean?”
A car blaring out hip-hop music loud enough to wake up an entire block searching for a spot rushed in front of the Roadster, startling them. Dean coughed a bit.
“Come on, lets go.”
They ran through the couple of streets they had to cross to get to the club. It had been a good thing Dean had convinced him of using his warm lined corduroy jacket instead of the leather one. He had forgotten how cold things got at home.
Once inside the bar they were received by the gang; Charlie and Gilda, Mick, Ash and Jo greeted Gabriel warmly. Meanwhile, Dean took their jackets and headed to the personnel entry door. Gabriel stopped him just a second.
“You gotta work today?”
“Only half the shift, Jessica took Sam to some weird ass French movie, don’t even ask.”
Gabriel snorted, he was sure Dean only thwarted Sam’s chance of getting laid because he was expected to as the older brother. He screamed at him from half away.
“Cut him some slack man, the poor kid will die of blue balls!”
Dean turned around.
“Hey, I give him enough slack at home with the studies for the entrance exams, I won’t budge anymore.”
Gabriel moved his head in disapproval but he was still smiling. That probably had been the exact same answer the younger Winchester must have got. In the end all three of them knew Sam was still gonna get laid because he was not going to watch any movie, he was only not gonna be able to cuddle later.
The club began to fill itself with a lot of new faces, most likely followers of the bands that were going to play that night and sooner than later Gabriel saw the bar filling itself with countless girls that screamed in awe while he saw a bottle soar through the air. He wanted to get near to watch Dean do his bartender magic tricks but the crowd was so tight he wasn’t even able to see him through the people. He was sure the guyliner he had given him was also helping a lot with the charm.
Sighing a bit disappointed he turned back to the conversation only to find Charlie looking at him with knowing eyes.
“What?”
“What? You’re asking me what? Come on Gabe, you’re head over heels for Dean!”
Gabriel shrugged trying to play it cool. “So? It’s not like I’m hiding it anyways.”
“You’re not gonna do anything about it?”
At this point everyone else on the group turned to look at him, by the look of their faces they had obviously been desperate to ask him for a while now.
“Wha—!? Of course not! He’s my best friend! I’m not gonna risk what we already have because of my stupid crush.”
All their faces went down.
“Oh come on man! It’s Dean we’re talking about, he’ll definitely take you!”
Gabriel was about to retort when he stopped for a second.
“Okay, how much did you guys actually bet on me confessing?”
Everyone immediately began to laugh.
“It’s quite some actually, Kali and Bela said both of you are too much of a coward and nothing will happen.” Ash chimed in. “I’m rooting for Dean though.”
Gabriel tried his best to throw a judgemental glare to his friends until something in Ash words clicked in.
“What do you mean you’re rooting for Dean?”
Jo barked a laugh. In fact everyone did.
“Oh. My. God.”
“Are you being serious now Gabe?”
“I can’t believe this!”
“Okay guys come on, he wasn’t around to see what we saw. Actually, it’s because he wasn’t around that we saw it.”
“What? What did you see?”
More laughter.
“Well you see, three months ago, when your brother Michael got engaged—”
“Don’t tell him!”
“Oh come on guys!”
“I’m sorry Gabe, if you really want to know you’ll have to ask Dean.”
The banter between everyone went down to some gossip about the general whereabouts of everyone in life now. In the end most of them were able to see each other only on vacations now that they were studying in College so it was a good time to catch up. A few hours later, Dean joined them with a bucket of beers for everyone. Everybody cheered.
“Hey guys, what did I miss?”
“Hey, Dean, why don’t you tell Gabe what happened when we heard of the Payne engagement?”
Gabriel turned to Dean honestly curious, he really didn’t know what reaction to expect given the fact that none of their friends had wanted to spill the beans but he still got a bit startled when he saw Dean’s usually laid back features stiffen and his entire face turning red. Gabriel tried to ask him with a look but he distinctly avoided his gaze. Feeling a little taken aback by Dean’s avoidance Gabriel snickered nervously.
“It’s okay guys, it’s obviously not something that funny.”
Dean looked troubled for a second before he stepped in to try to help Gabriel feel better.
“No, no it’s okay I… uh, I dropped some bottles.”
“You... dropped some bottles?”
“Yeah, because they announced it on the news, remember?” Ash chimed in and went to imitate a news host voice “Exciting news for today folks! A new engagement has been formalized between the Payne and the Byrne households!”
“And just like that, Dean dropped the bottles!”
“Okay?”
“Don’t you get it Gabe? He dropped the bottles because of the shock!”
Dean fidgeted looking extremely uncomfortable while everybody held gloating faces.
“...Is it that weird to imagine Michael getting married?”
Everybody groaned, Dean deflated as if he had avoided a landmine.
“Guess I’m just weird! Now let’s drink guys, I need to wet my throat a bit.”
Dean was a bit too forceful but nobody complained. The rest of the night went by without an issue and Dean drove Gabriel back to his place. Once inside his room, Gabriel proceeded to remove their eyeliner, which proved to be harder than putting it on since Dean was doing a very poor job at staying still, every time Gabriel approached him, he stepped back.
“Damn it Dean, if you’re not going to let me do it then do it yourself!”
It seemed like that helped Dean snap out of whatever it was that was making him go back. He steeled himself and looked at Gabriel.
“I… I’m sorry.”
Gabriel sighed and went back to removing Dean’s eyeliner, he finished the first eye and moved to the second while Dean seemed to rummage something. He opened up the moment Gabriel was done.
“I thought it was you.”
“Huh?”
“The one getting married. I thought it was you.”
Gabriel looked at Dean blank for a second until it dawned on him what he was trying to say. Mick’s words came back to him and hit him like a train.
“Don’t you get it Gabe? He dropped the bottles because of the shock!”
Gabriel’s eyes widened in realization. Did this mean that Dean actually liked him? Maybe it had just been the shock of hearing about your friend’s marriage but then he wouldn’t have dropped the bottles, right? He stayed silent, he didn’t even know what to say, what if he was thinking way too much about this? What if Dean had really just been shocked because they were friends? What if…?
Gabriel’s train of thought halted and crashed when Dean leant towards him and kissed him.
With a started noise and a sigh, Gabriel dropped everything and rushed to hold Dean’s face between his hands. Enticed by Gabriel’s actions, Dean moved forward and roughed him to get closer to him. Opening their lips and searching into each other’s mouths, gliding hands through their chests and biting softly each others lips, the kiss quickly heated up the moment they took each other’s shirts off when Gabriel’s door opened and in came a fairly drunk Lucifer who groaned at the sight, startling them.
“Oh for fucks sake Gabriel, get a room!”
Gabriel quickly deadpanned at his brother’s remark.
“Lucifer, this IS my room.”
Lucifer blinked a couple of times and looked around.
“Oh… well... lock the damn door next time!”
Gabriel threw his shirt at his older brother while he closed it back and went to properly lock it this time. When they were sure Lucifer was not going to try to come back, the guys turned to look at each other and began to laugh.
Debriel Creations Challenge - September 2019 - ROUND 6
Hi there, everyone! Welcome to the sixth round of the Debriel Creations Challenge! This challenge is open to a wide variety creations, the only stipulation is that the creation has to be centered around Dean Winchester & Gabriel from Supernatural. For this month, the general prompt is Daily Life.
What’s a Creations Challenge?
It’s a monthly challenge that encourages the creation of fanworks for a certain topic/ship/character.
How to Enter:
Reblog this post by September 1st.
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I will reply to your message with your prompt.
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Tag your creation with #debrielcc within the first five tags.
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Type of story: Angst & Fluff
Ships: Debriel & (mentions of) Sastiel
Characters: Gabriel, Dean, Sam & Castiel
Word count: 4.1K
Theme: First times
Received prompt: Date
Intercisus
(Latin) Severed. Broken. Divided
Learning that Gabriel was still alive had been a shock to Dean Winchester. Seeing the Archangel again had been the last thing he ever expected to happen. But Gabriel is not how Dean remembered, he's much quieter and obviously in pain by what he went through in Hell... so Dean goes out of his way to cheer him up - discovering hidden feelings along the way.
Note: I had signed myself up for the Debriel Creations Challenge in February with both an artwork and story... but was unable to finish my story on time... I am way too late with this. But better late than never, right? Seeing as the fanart is of a specific scene of the story, I’ve added it at the relevant part. Enjoy :)
'Gabriel is still alive,' were the words running around through Dean's mind as he tried to grasp the fact that the Archangel was indeed not dead and very much alive.
He stood there, dazed, even long after Sam had taken Gabriel from Ketch and bought him over to sit on a chair - the Archangel flinching away and struggling against the taller man with every step they took. Dean stood paralyzed for quite some time. Gabriel's return is one of the last things he ever expected - being sure that the Archangel was killed by Lucifer.
He especially did not expect Gabriel to return in this state.
He was going to murder Asmodeus for doing this to one of the few angels who ever bothered to help them.
"Dean?" Castiel's voice bought him out of his rampaging thoughts that were threatening to destroy him. "Are you alright?" He could detect some concern in his best friend's voice.
Blinking almost lazily, he replied. "Yeah, it's just-," he shook his head, unable to finish his sentence.
But Castiel seemed to understand. "I know," he said, "Gabriel... he's alive." The angel looked down with a frown, and Dean was reminded of the time Castiel had spend searching for his favorite brother - refusing to believe that Lucifer actually managed to kill him. And Dean remembered that Castiel never found him. Now he saw his brother again, alive, and Dean could only somewhat understand the mixed emotions the angel must be feeling. For he himself was, in a way, feeling similar things.
Giving Castiel's shoulder a manly pat, he walked up towards the Archangel and his own brother. Sam was working on carefully getting the stitches out of Gabriel's lips, talking to him as he did so and the angel watching his every movement suspiciously. As he went up to them, Dean really looked at the Archangel. His dirty hair. Dirt-strained and bloody face. The stitches that kept his lips sealed shut and the rags around his thin body that seemed to serve as 'clothes.' But most of all, it was the way how Gabriel held himself.
The Gabriel Dean was more familiar with, walked around with a great deal of confidence and sass as if he already owned the place. And now? Now the Archangel was nothing but a former shell of his glorious self. Bought down to his knees and broken in ways that the hunter couldn't imagine.
Dean was definitely going to slaughter Asmodeus. And he would make sure that the demon suffered for what he had done.
"Gabriel?" Dean asked when he stood behind his brother, looking down on the both of them.
Gabriel did not seem to acknowledge him. All his attention was focused on Sam's hands and the knife by his face. In a way, Dean couldn't blame him. Sammy was holding a knife after all.
"What happened to you, Gabe?" He could hear Sam ask. But the Archangel stayed silent, even after his stitches were removed and some of the dried blood on his face was washed away by a washcloth.
"Gabriel," Dean tried again, "do you remember who we are?" The angel finally looked up at that, meeting his eyes, and Dean felt like he got punched in the guts by a baseball bat. There was so much pain and fear in those whiskey-colored eyes that were once brights and sparkling with mischief but were now dull and lifeless.
Gabriel shuffled away from them, averting his eyes and making himself smaller on the chair as a small whimper left his lips. Dean noticed that he was shaking.
"Let's just... give him a moment," Castiel spoke up, having joined them. "I will give him a room. Let's give him some time to settle in and calm down. He's not going to talk now." The Seraphim kneeled before the Archangel and started speaking to him in a hushed tone.
Dean took hold of Sam's shirt and dragged him away from the angels. Some family moments were just private, the elder Winchester brother knew. Sam seemed to understand as well for he followed Dean without a word.
"What do you think?" Sam asked him once they were out of earshot, looking at the angels' way with a concerned frown. "Will he be alright?"
"I believe he will be eventually."
I have to.
~~
It had been more than a day now and Dean was growing restless. Gabriel had yet to speak, or even leave the room they've given to him. Castiel was the one who looked after him most of the time; trying to take care of him and looking after him in a way only a brother could. He had been unable to heal Gabriel. Angels couldn't just heal an Archangel, but he had definitely tried, which Dean hoped did not go fully unnoticed by the Archangel in question.
"You know," Sam spoke up in amusement, "if you're just going to be pacing around all day and grumbling like an angry bear, you might as well try talking to him and see if you get through."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Dean immediately spoke up, his defensive side getting the best of him. Sam just gave him a knowing look and Dean broke under his gaze. "FINE!!" He gave in, throwing up his hands before he stalked out of the room they had previously occupied.
Still somewhat fuming at his brother and the 'assumptions' he always made, Dean didn't realize he stood in front of Gabriel's door. Suddenly nervous, he gulped and knocked on the door - just to alert the Archangel of his presence. Dean did not want to startle the poor thing too much. After he knocked, he carefully opened the door and stepped inside the room before he would lose all of his fleeting courage. "Gabriel?" He asked, looking around the room. He noticed the Archangel sitting behind his bed - the only reason Dean saw him was that the top of his head poked out - and he carefully went over. He sat down on the floor, against the wall and faced Gabriel, being sure to keep his distance.
Gabriel watched him warily, shuffling away slightly as he curled more into himself. "I won't hurt you," Dean reassured him, looking away to stare at the wall on the other side of the room. "I just came here to talk, really." The corner of his lips curled up, "And don't worry about not wanting to talk back. You can just stay quiet if you prefer." As he expected, Gabriel said nothing. But Dean didn't found himself caring much about that. In a way, a strange way, it was nice. "I guess I mostly just wanted to say 'thank you', you know?" Aware of the Archangel's gaze on him, Dean continued talking, ignoring the nerves he suddenly felt. "I don't know how much you remember, or if you even remember us at all and I'm possibly making a fool out of myself here... but we haven't forgotten the sacrifice you made for the sake of humanity. I haven't forgotten. Just," he gulped, "thank you, Gabe."
He forced himself to meet those whiskey-colored eyes with his own, and when he did, an idea formed in his head. Dean grinned and Gabriel's expression turned doubtful. "I've decided," the hunter spoke as he jumped up to his feet. The angel pressed himself closer against the wall at the sudden movement. "We are going out. We're going to do something fun, the two of us." His smile widened.
"I just need you to trust me," Dean added, holding out his hand. "You once seemed to trust us and believe in us. I'm asking you to do the same thing now." After what felt like an eternity, but was most likely only minutes, Gabriel reached out doubtfully, his hand shaking, and he took Dean's outstretched one.
~~
What am I even doing?
Taking his eyes off the road, he glanced towards the frightened Archangel in the passenger seat of his car, who nearly jumped through the roof with every bump or twist the car made. It was already a miracle in its own that he even convinced Gabriel to get in Baby, but then what? With the state he was in now, Gabriel appeared to be even afraid of his own shadow and Dean was not sure where he could take him without traumatizing the poor thing even further. Loud places were off the list - he was fairly certain that Gabriel wouldn't appreciate that, so he could cross off going to a strip club, bar, or even an amusement park. He was also doubtful about going to the cinema - movies could be pretty loud and unpredictable sometimes. And angels did not need to eat, so it would be rather pointless in Dean's mind to go to a snack bar or restaurant. It did not leave much to choose from.
Where would one take a traumatized Archangel?
As they were driving down the road in complete silence - he didn't want to risk startling Gabriel with music, nor could he exactly make small talk with someone who refused to speak - an idea started to form in Dean's mind. He shot a sideways glance at the angel, who had placed his head against the window and watched the clouds cross the sky blankly. He wasn't sure if Gabriel would like his idea, but it was better than nothing and the hunter couldn't think of anything that could go wrong or end up scaring the angel.
He decided he might as well wing it.
~~
They pulled up next to a lake. Ignoring Gabriel's questionable look, for now, Dean stepped out of the car and went to the trunk. He was aware of the passenger side door opening and the angel quietly stepping out and looking out over the clear silver lake. Shaking his head lightly, Dean opened the trunk of his car and took out two fishing rods. He and Sam have gone out fishing a couple of days ago and Dean had yet to take the rods out of his car. Now he was glad he hadn't done so yet.
Taking the rods, he closed the trunk and went back towards Gabriel, who was still looking at the lake. At least he appeared to be more relaxed than when he was at the Bunker though, Dean noted. When he stepped on a branch, Gabriel's head snapped up his way. Giving the Archangel what he hoped was a charming and reassuring smile, Dean held up the two fishing rods in an almost child-like enthusiasm. "I'm not sure what you exactly went through in Hell and all that... but I figured you could use some peace and quiet for a while. So we are going fishing." He threw one of the rods Gabriel's way, who managed to catch it with a startled expression.
"You do know how to fish, don't you?" Dean asked, raising a single eyebrow.
Gabriel looked away.
"You don't?" It honestly baffled Dean. "Let me get this straight. You are older than the universe itself... but never went fishing?"
A tiny shrug came from Gabriel, who looked down at his feet.
Taking some pity on the angel, Dean decided to make it a bit easier for him. "Don't worry about it. I can teach you. It's pretty simple," he grinned, part of him actually looking forward to being able to teach anyone. He and Sam learned how to fish around the same time, and Castiel wasn't particularly interested and seemed to feel sorry for the fish, so he had never been able to reach anyone.
Gabriel watching him with large eyes, Dean mentioned the angel closer, who warily did so - eyes flashing around as if he expected some kind of fearful monster to jump out of the bushes every moment now. "The first step, obviously, is to get closer to the water," Dean said, hoping that if he just kept talking the angel would lose some of his build up tension. He carefully sat down on one of the rocks around the lake's edge, folding his legs underneath himself as he prepared to throw the rod out over the lake. Gabriel perched down on one of the rocks a little bit away from him, holding his own rod tightly and gaze watchful. In a way, he reminded Dean of a feral hawk who had landed amidst civilization. He proceeded to softly explain to him how it worked, turned towards him as he showed the angel how to do certain steps. Gabriel did not talk, but Dean did get the idea that he was listening. He hoped that the angel appreciated the time off.
"Okay, Gabriel," Dean announced, "watch me do this, alright?" Holding the handle loosely in his hold, he pulled back and threw out the line. Watching it fly through the air, it eventually landed in the lake a couple of yards away. Water splashed up in the distance and Dean grinned. Not too bad.
He sat down slowly, eyes focused on his line and gave Gabriel a quick glance. "Give it your best shot," he grinned encouragingly.
Gabriel poked out his tongue slightly and attempted to copy Dean. At his first try, the hook got stuck in his clothes - which prompted a scream from the terrified angel. With his second try, the rod flew out of his hands and nearly fell into the lake. The way of how hopeless Gabriel looked prompted a small laugh from the hunter, which resulted in the angel giving him a heavy glare and squaring his shoulders. In a flash, Dean saw the proud warrior he had once been. Gabriel took the rod again, shot a heavy glare at the lake as if it was his greatest enemy, and he threw out the line again. This time, it actually went well. Not as far as Dean, but not too bad for a first timer.
"You've done a great job," Dean said with a small smile, feeling like he had to say something. The angel's triumphant grin seemed to make it worth it though.
"And now," he continued, shifting around to make himself more comfortable, "we wait."
~~
Dean wasn't sure how long they've sat there. As the two of them sat quietly by the lake's edge, the sun had traveled quite some distance across the still clear sky. But it was not boring, a tranquility hung over them and it seemed to have a somewhat calming effect on Gabriel - who was watching the lake intently - and Dean had always enjoyed fishing. They hadn't caught anything yet, but Dean didn't found himself minding all that much. Being used to the busy and stressful life hunting bought him, he took the most out of the few quiet moments he got.
Unexpectedly, he felt a pull on his rod and the hunter's eyes widened. Jumping to his feet, aware of Gabriel's eyes on him, he attempted to pull the fish in, but it appeared to be rather strong and was fighting back with willpower that surprised the human. A grunt left his lips and he narrowed his eyes. I'm not about to lose against a damned fish.
Yet sadly for Dean, he seemed to have noticed the fact that the rocks had gotten slightly damp over time. Placing his feet on just the wrong place, and with the fish tugging against the line, he lost his footing and slipped. Eyes widening, a high-pitched shriek came from him as he fell face-down in the freezing lake.
It appeared he had lost against the fish after all.
Gasping for breath and pushing against the water with his limps, he shook his head and mentally cursed out all the Gods he could think of. That was when a clear sound reached his ears.
A laugh.
Looking up in shock, Dean's eyes fell on Gabriel. Still perched on the rock, rod now abandoned, the Archangel has thrown his head back and was laughing loudly. It was the first time he had made a sound that was not a whimper or a terrified shriek, and Dean was almost in awe. A mischievous smirk forming on his face, he hit out at the water and splashed it right at the angel.
The cold water hit the Archangel square in the face, who shrieked in shock and jumped back. For a second, Dean feared he had moved too fast and had startled the poor thing. However, a smile slowly formed on Gabriel's lips, and faster than Dean would be able to eat a pie if he were to be starving, Gabriel had jumped in the lake as well and Dean got water splashed on him too. "Oh, two can play at that game!" He called out-wide eyed.
Then they started a water fight. Neither of them willing to lose and go down without a fight and a similar fire burning in both of their eyes. Nevertheless, the most important thing to Dean perhaps was that Gabriel seemed to be having fun at the very least and the walls he had built around himself were coming down.
Dean yelped when a larger-than-usual wave appeared out of nowhere and picked him up before crashing him back onto the shore. He just managed to put his hands in front of him so his face wouldn't split open on the rocks. Scraping his hands open, he winced slightly when some blood trailed down. Wiping his hands off his pants he turned to face the angel, whose head was the only body part visible over the rippling water surface. That, and his earsplitting grin. The man couldn't help but smile back, but something seemed to show on his expression for Gabriel's face fell.
The Archangel disappeared in a flutter of wings, the water surface rippling slightly, and reappeared right next to Dean as he looked down at his hands with large eyes. "It's alright," Dean said, "this is just a scratch. I've had much worse. It has even already almost closed up." Yet Gabriel did not seem to hear and shrank back further, making himself as small as he could. Dean swore he could see a shimmer of wings appear around him, transparent and glowing in the light of the sun as they wrapped around the shivering angel. Delicate as broken glass.
"Gabe, it's fine. It's doesn't really hurt." He tried again, reaching out towards him. Without really thinking about it, Dean took Gabriel by the shoulders and pressed him closer, holding him tightly in a hug. At first, Gabriel tensed up completely with a choked cry, but he soon grew numb and simply leaned against the hunter. "When was the last time you've had a hug?" Dean muttered, simply holding him and rubbing his back where he knew his invisible wings were hidden.
As Dean expected, Gabriel didn't reply. But he had at least stopped shaking, so the man called it a win.
"How about we'll just head back then?" Dean tried. "We can watch a movie or something if you want," he offered, barely noticing the angel nod against his chest. Dean patted his shoulder one last time before he let go of him and stepped back. Gabriel looked rather lost, so he gave him a reassuring smile. "Go ahead and wait in the car, I'll get the rods." He added.
Silently, the angel did as he was told and headed back towards the Impala. Opening the door, Gabriel stilled for a second as his shoulders hunched up. Dean frowned and was about to open his mouth and ask if he was alright, but Gabriel beat him to it. "Thank you," the Archangel whispered, voice raw after having been unused for so long. Then the angel quickly jumped in the car and shut the door rather loudly, leaving Dean gawking at where he previously stood.
"You're welcome," Dean whispered, not even sure if the angel could hear him at all.
~~
Gabriel didn't talk again during the journey back to the Bunker. Instead, the angel looked ahead at the road before them, seemingly unaware of Dean's near-constant gaze on him - who was still surprised at having heard him talk in the first place. Dean knew that Gabriel wasn't there yet, but he could definitely see some improvement compared to yesterday.
"If you ever want to do something like this again," Dean started to say, looking back at the road, "just let me know and I'll take you, alright?" He could feel Gabriel's gaze on him and from the corner of his eyes, he could see the angel nod. Then a random thought abruptly entered his mind.
Did I just took Gabriel out on a date?
Hands tightening around the steering wheel, Dean's mind raced. He might not have asked Gabriel out officially, but they had fun and went out with only the two of them, so it still counted... right?
A light chuckle came from the angel next to him and Dean scowled. "Were you just reading my mind?" He asked, narrowing his eyes skeptically.
"No," Gabriel flat out denied.
Angel and man shared a look before they started laughing. "You totally were," Dean stated, feeling himself go red around his ears.
Gabriel did not deny it again. Instead, he said, with a shy smile, "I won't mind going out with you again sometimes."
Dean nearly choked on his spit, barely managing to play it off by a cough. "Cool," he nearly choked out. Dean has never before felt such a sudden urge to slam his head through the wall as he did at this very moment.
According to Gabriel's amused look, the Archangel knew perfectly well the effect he was having on Dean. "Cool," Gabriel repeated, definitely mocking him. Dean scowled at that and Gabriel laughed again. Slowly, Dean's lips curled up at the sides and he simply shook his head. Angels, you gotta love them.
At least he's smiling and talking again.
~~
The moment Dean parked the car, he turned around to face Gabriel but only to discover that the Archangel had disappeared. Blinking, he looked up to see him standing outside the Impala and looking at him. Dean stepped out himself and faced Gabriel, suddenly nervous.
Where is courage when you need it the most?
Gabriel was the first to speak. "Thank you for today," he whispered softly, the wind gently moving through his golden hair. "It was fun." Then he stepped in front of Dean, and before the hunter could react, he stood on the tips of his toes and connected their lips in a kiss. Their lips barely touched, yet it was enough to send him over the edge. Before Dean could process what was happening, Gabriel's tough was gone again. The Archangel winked at the startled human and then he was gone in a flutter of wings, leaving Dean behind to touch his burning lips in shock.
After what felt like forever, his legs finally worked and listened to the rambling commands of his brain as he numbly walked towards the Bunker's front door. Before he could open it, the door opened on its own and Dean was left facing Sam. He tilted up his head.
"Did you ran a marathon or something?" Sam blurted out. "You're rather out of breath and red in the face." Then realization seemed to settle in and a smirk formed on his face. Dean started to grow uncomfortable. "I knew it!"
"Sam!" Dean hissed out, not feeling like dealing with his brother's fangirl side. Actually, Dean never felt like dealing with fangirl Sam.
"By the way, I think that Gabriel went back to his room," Sam added, still that stupid smirk on his face. Dean felt like punching him. "Cas mentioned something like that. Go to your boyfriend." Sam's smirk widened when he spoke that last word.
"He's not-" Dean stammered, shaking his head as he composed himself. He wasn't about to let Sammy win this one. "Says the guy who was most likely fucking Cas when I was out."
Sam did not react the way he had hoped. Instead, the taller Winchester merely shrugged. "You're not wrong about that. Cas is quite good in bed with that thing he does-" Sam started to say.
Dean did not want to hear more about the sex-life of his brother and best friend and clamped Sam's mouth shut. "Don't traumatize me," he nearly begged before stalking away, Sam's amused laugh following him as he went and Dean's face reddened even more.
Wet Dreams May Cum, Debriel Creations Challenge Monthly Challenge Fic
Title: Wet Dreams May Cum
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17444402/chapters/42226679
February Theme: First Times
My Prompt: Sleep/Sleeping
Ship: Debriel (Dean/Gabriel, Dean/Gabriel/Dream-Gabriel)
Rating: E!!!
Tags: Somnophilia, masturbation, wet dreams, embarrassment, first time anal (Dean), hand jobs, prostate milking, wings, consensual, mild pain enjoyment, grace sex, grace bondage, induced sleep, bondage via induced sleep, soul fucking, dream control, dream sex, mind-reading, time-loop
Summary: Dean has a wet dream about Gabriel, and Gabriel decides to turn it into reality.
Word Count: 4209
Created for @debrielcc
Beta-ed by: @felix-the-white-wolf
Special shout to: @mrswhozeewhatsis
Quote:
At least Dean had learned one thing from failing to summoning Gabriel – he wasn’t magically attached to Dean as he feared. After all, the mere thought of him hadn’t caused the earth to crack and suck Dean down into Gabriel’s zebra printed, lava lamp filled sex dungeon. Whether that was good or bad, Dean didn’t know. What he did know was, it was probably safe to masturbate.
gifs made by meee
Wet Dreams May Cum
Dean’s motel room was dark. The rain streaked window flashed behind closed blinds, followed by a distant rumble. Dean was sprawled out on the bed, half naked and twisted up in the comforter. It had been three days since he and Sam started a hunt, during which time neither of them slept. The first thing Sam did when they finished was get himself his own room. Dean snored when he was sleep deprived and he was too tired to argue. His head hit the pillow and he was asleep not three seconds later, snoring loudly. But after a while, the snoring stopped. His breathing deepened and he shifted dreamily under the sheets. A brief flash of dim light illuminated the lines of his bare neck and back, rising and falling slowly as he lay belly down, his face nestled in the crook of his arm. His eyes darted under his lids.
Trapped somewhere between waking and dreaming, Dean groaned softly into his arm. The rain was so relaxing, and Dean was so very comfortable, and yet, he began to move. He rubbed his hips into the mattress below him, sighing gently. He was having a very good dream.
Dean pushed his nose into the pillows and slowly, sensually, dry humped the bed through his pajamas pants. He moaned quietly, his expression open and pure with pleasure while he slept. His lips began to move, forming one word over and over again. He absentmindedly reached out and felt for an unused pillow. He grabbed it and dragged it down to his hips. When his body pushed into it, his expression rounded in relief. That was what he needed. He dry humped the pillow while he slept, until the word finally tumbled off his lips…
“Gabriel...”
POOF
Blue orbs glowed at the foot of Dean’s bed and Dean awoke instantly.
“Whozeewhatsisthere?” He snorted. In less time than it took Gabriel to appear, Dean was sitting up with the pillow on his lap, pointing a gun at his midnight visitor.
“Woah, woah, easy tiger...”
Dean turned the light on. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess.
Gabriel pointed, mischievous face was smirking at him. “Hey there, cowboy.” He rose a brow at the pillow.
“God damnit.” Dean rubbed his face with one hand and put the gun down. “Are you crazy? I could have shot you!”
Gabriel’s smirk widened. “Yeah you could’ve.”
Dean glared at him, but a yawn betrayed him. “A...aren’t you supposed to be dead? Again?”
“Yeah… that story is so not as interesting as whatever it was you were dreaming about.” He teased.
Dean glared harder than ever. “Get out.”
“Aw, c’mon, Dean-o.”
“Why are you even here? Where you just watching me while I slept?”
“You prayed for me.”
“No, I…!” Dean’s face fell. He looked simultaneously mortified and furious.
Gabriel’s eyes twinkled. “You…” He stalked towards the side of the bed. “...prayed for me.”
“I have a gun.” Dean stated.
Gabriel sighed. He looked a kid who was just denied dessert. “Fine! I’ll just take these talented hands elsewhere...” He gave Dean a playful look.
“Okay, but wait… how are you…?”
POOF
“...alive.” Dean blinked.
Gabriel was gone.
Dean threw the pillow in frustration and got up, grumbling about dead archangels cockblocking his own dick. He wasn’t sleeping now. He took the coldest, angriest shower, got dressed, then went and woke Sam up.
“Come on, sleeping beauty! Let’s go! You can sleep in the car.” He pounded on the door. At least Sam’s anger would distract Dean from his own.
Sure enough, Sam was pissed at him the whole car ride home, even though he slept through most of it. When Sam woke a few miles from the bunker, Dean decided it would be best to tell him that Gabriel was alive, if only to avoid him finding out later and getting even angrier.
“He what?”
“He just… showed up. So I figured we should get out of there.”
“Yeah, but… Dean. He’s supposed to be dead!”
“I know that, Sam.”
“So then, what? He came by just to say hi? What did he want?”
Dean shrugged.
Sam clearly didn’t believe him, but they were at the bunker before he could argue it further.
Dean didn’t think about the incident, or masturbate, for nearly a week. But whenever he had a moment to himself, he found his mind drifting back to that dream. It had been a very good one. Gabriel was behind him and Dean was sprawled out on the bed, his hips raised and captured by Gabriel’s warm hands. Gabriel must have been using his grace or something, because it felt like he was making love to his very soul. Dean’s every molecule was exploding with white hot pleasure. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. It melted his brain and made his whole body tremble in ecstasy. The point of entry was the best. Gabriel’s cock curved into him, pulling him under waves and waves of satisfaction. Dean recalled with a rush of embarrassment how he’d lifted his own ass in need and curled his fists into the sheets, groaning Gabriel’s name...
Sam woke him from his daydream, and he nearly fell out of his seat at the Men of Letters table.
“You need sleep.” Sam said.
“Shaddup and make me some coffee, will you?”
It was like being haunted by Freddy Kruger's porn star twin.
Sam needed the library to study, so Dean offered to help. He ignored Sam’s look of skepticism and pulled some books across the table to him. Anything to take his mind off that dream. But hours later, neither Sam nor Dean could figure out a sigil they’d seen on their hunt.
“Maybe it’s Aramaic.” Sam sighed.
Dean had brought the coffee pot right to the table and was pouring himself another cup.
“Dude. You’re going to give yourself a heart attack.” Sam stared at him in disbelief, then looked back at a book on angels. “The closest thing I’ve found is in this book. It says this language was used by gods. We could try calling Cas.”
“He hasn’t answered his phone in days, but if you want to try then be my guest.”
Sam huffed. “Why don’t you pray for Gabriel then?”
Dean went pale. “W...why would you say that?”
“I don’t know, maybe because he visited you out of nowhere and you’re still not telling me why?” He suggested coolly.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He set his cup down and cleared his throat. “Gabriel, oh Gabriel, wherefore art thou, you feathered dick?”
Sam laughed.
“We need your divine wisdom. Grace us with your unending innuendos.” Dean finished dramatically.
They both looked around despite themselves, but nothing happened.
“See?” Dean swiped the pot off the table and went to make more coffee. “Your turn.”
Sam sighed and pulled out his phone.
Dean wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he was disappointed nonetheless. It made him feel dirty. And not in the good way. Or was it? He finally gave up trying to help Sam and went to his room to take a nap.
“Yeah, just drink two pots of coffee and then go sleep.” Sam commented.
Dean proceeded to lay wide awake in his dark room for ten minutes, silently cursing Sam. At least he’d learned one thing from failing to summoning Gabriel – he wasn’t magically attached to Dean as he feared. After all, the mere thought of him hadn’t caused the earth to crack and suck Dean down into Gabriel’s zebra printed, lava lamp filled sex dungeon. Whether that was good or bad, Dean didn’t know. What he did know was, it was probably safe to masturbate. Thank god. No, that made him feel dirty, too.
Dean undid his pants and lay down on his bed. He had a stash of magazines, but he didn’t need them. He’d been pent up since that dream. Like hitting play on a movie, he was brought back to it: Gabriel’s hands on his hips, his breath on the back of his neck, the tantalizing caress of his feathers as he thrust endlessly into Dean’s aching, electrified body... Dean wrapped a calloused hand around his cock and stroked.
Soon his head was resting against the headboard and his lips were parted in silent pleasure as he fondled all his favorite spots. He squeezed around his base and twisted up, rubbing his thumb under his head. He worked up a good amount of precum and lubed himself up with it. His breathing became audible as he pumped himself closer and closer to orgasm. He could almost feel that dream – Gabriel’s cock was spreading him wide, filling him deep, stroking him from the inside so divinely. Gabriel’s hands smoothed around Dean’s hips and began stroking his cock for him. Dean moaned. Gabriel’s fingertips were too perfect. They made Dean writhe and buck back onto Gabriel’s cock even as it pinned him to the bed. Within seconds Dean was close to coming. He thrust his hips into his hand, gritting his teeth.
“Gabe… Gabriel.” He groaned.
POOF
Dean swore loudly.
Gabriel snapped the lights on and caught Dean aiming a shotgun at him with his pants around his thighs. He was flushed, breathless, and very erect.
“Oh... naughty boy.” Gabriel’s eyes twinkled.
“I prayed for you twenty minutes ago!” Dean shouted.
“Well obviously you didn’t pray right.” Gabriel bit back a smile.
Dean glared at him. He dropped a hand to the blankets and tried to cover himself with them, but the bed was made tight.
Gabriel watched happily as Dean struggled to pull his pants up over his erection with one hand.
“Dean… I’m an Archangel. I don’t care what you look like out here.” He spun his finger around at him. “Although, I must say… impressive.” He winked at him.
Dean frowned and gave up. “You… are a dick!”
“Interesting choice of words...”
“A seriously… fucked up… asshole...”
“Oh my...”
“Shut up!”
Gabriel bit back a little laugh, and it drove Dean crazy. He glared at him dangerously, his mind racing.
“Comebacks aren’t really your forte are they? Speaking of comebacks...”
“Alright you know what? Get in here or shut up.”
Gabriel’s expression fell. “What?” His brow twitched. “Seriously?”
Dean stared in resignation. “Yeah, seriously. You in or out?”
Gabriel’s face lit up deviously. “Oh I’m in. I’m so in.”
Dean swallowed.
Gabriel stalked over to Dean’s side and, before Dean could overthink it, Gabriel undressed him with a snap of his fingers and pushed him back onto the bed. Dean hit the bed with a gasp. Gabriel grinned and lowered his lips to Dean’s chest. Dean lay his head back and shut his eyes stubbornly, taking steady breaths. Until he felt Gabriel’s hand wrap around his cock. Dean groaned.
“Oh, so responsive.” Gabriel purred.
Dean grunted irritably, but the sound was sucked out of him when Gabriel bit his nipple. Dean’s breath hitched. “Just hurry up.” He said gruffly. In reality, he could’ve laid there all night with Gabriel stroking him. His hands were perfect. Gabriel squeezed around his base and twisted up, rubbing his thumb under his head, making Dean curse and leak precum on his fingers. It was so good. Too good….
Gabriel watched Dean connect the dots in his head and smiled victoriously.
“You were watching me?”
“Bingo.” Gabriel smirked, then flicked his nipple with his tongue and rubbed Dean’s glans with his thumb.
Dean fell back, mouth agape. “...You pervert.”
“Oh yeah, talk dirty to me.” Gabriel snapped again, disrobing himself, then hoisted Dean into the middle of the bed.
Even though Dean knew he was an Archangel, his strength in that situation surprised Dean. He made an embarrassing little noise, but Gabriel gratefully ignored it. He kept toying with his nipples and stroking him, making Dean lose it his piece by piece.
“Fuck, Gabriel…”
Gabriel smiled. “Tell me about you dream.”
Dean swallowed. “You uh… we were in bed. And you were behind me. F...” Dean couldn’t say it. Partly because it was humiliating, but partly because Gabriel was pinching his nipple and making Dean squirm. They were way more sensitive than usual. “F...fucking me.”
“Uh-huh...” He flicked him with his tongue, getting pleasure out of seeing Dean squirm.
“Fuck.”
“You said that already.”
“I am going to kill you.”
“Oh baby...” Gabriel teased. He let Dean’s cock drop and rose a glistening a hand in the air. With a third snap of his fingers, Dean was on his belly on the bed with Gabriel between his legs.
Dean gasped. “Sh...shit don’t do that!”
“Oh you love it, Dean-o.” Gabriel goaded him. “Why don’t you show me that dream of yours? Might make this easier...”
Dean wore. He was loving this, even if it was seriously fucked up. Dean felt a brief but powerful rush of sympathy for Sam regarding Ruby. This was… hot. He looked over his shoulder at him. “You can do that?”
“Duh.” Gabriel gave him a look.
Dean nodded slowly. “Okay… sure. Go for it.” Dean didn’t really know what he was agreeing to, but he realized something when Gabriel put a finger to his forehead. “Wait!”
“What?”
“Don’t possess me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He winked.
Dean felt himself relax a little. Gabriel was a pervert, but at least he was on their side. Right? Dean held his breath as Gabriel touched his forehead.
Immediately, Dean was back in his dream. He was belly down on that motel bed with the rain and thunder in the background, and he couldn’t move. He looked around wildly and saw Gabriel behind him. No, he was inside of him. Dean groaned and dropped his head on the mattress.
“Gabe… Gabriel!” He called out to him.
“Right here, Dean.” Gabriel breathed in his ear. Everything was the same, even Gabriel’s gigantic wings that were taking up half the room. Except Gabriel didn’t speak in his dream. This was the real Gabriel. “You just tell me if you want to stop. Got it?” He said.
Dean nodded weakly. “Holy… fuck.”
Gabriel smirked. “Bingo.”
Gabriel thrust deep, so deep that it could only happen in a dream, and Dean melted in ecstasy, moaning.
“Oh…” Gabriel purred. “So good, Dean. Atta boy.” He smiled, beginning to fuck him nice and slow. “I’m going to fuck you in here, and then I’m going to fuck you out there? Got it?”
Dean couldn’t move his head, so he gave him a silent thumbs up. Gabriel chuckled, rocking Dean’s body gently. Dean could vaguely feel himself back in the bunker with the real Gabriel. His body there was melting with pleasure, too. He could feel Gabriel’s fingers inside him, yet he was here with dream Gabriel’s cock inside him.
“Fuck, Gabe. This is… fucked up.”
“Oh, I know.” Gabriel smirked. “But you love it.”
Dean smiled breathlessly.
Gabriel wiped the smile off his face with a long, deep thrust. Dean had barely caught his breath before Gabriel was pulling back and doing it again. Dean groaned in earnest. The sound was music to Gabriel’s ears. He picked up the pace, making Dean writhe.
Dean grabbed the sheets to ground himself as Gabriel fucked his brains into outer space. His cock filled him unbelievably well, stirring all the pleasure spots Dean never knew he had. He was so thick and wet, and he glided right into Dean like he was made for this. Dean’s whole body felt electrified. Gabriel put his hands on Dean’s hips and Dean lifted his butt up for him.
“So good, Dean. I’m giving you a reward for that.” Gabriel purred.
Dean felt fingers reaching in and stroking a spot in him that made Dean feel like he was coming. Dean gasped and clenched down, but those muscles weren’t working for some reason. He couldn’t move them awake or asleep. Gabriel was milking his prostate in the bunker and fucking him here, all at the same time, and it made Dean short circuit, gasping and shaking uncontrollably.
“Good, isn’t it?” Gabriel grinned, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “You’re soaking the bed.” He told him. He sounded absolutely thrilled. “Oh, you’re definitely my favorite. I always knew you would be. So responsive, so pent up, I’m going to unwind you all night long.” He promised.
Dean groaned shamelessly. He could feel Gabriel’s fingers move and focus elsewhere back at the bunker, giving Dean a brief reprieve from the paralyzing pleasure. He sputtered and gasped. “Fuck Gabriel! Oh my god.”
Gabriel smirked.
Dean wasn’t even mad. “You gotta… you gotta do that again.”
“You got it, kiddo.” He found Dean’s sweet spot with his cock and stroked it hard. It wasn’t as intense, but it was enough to get Dean trembling again.
“Oh...yeah… right there.” Dean gritted his teeth.
Gabriel worked his hips expertly, giving Dean all the stroking, rubbing stimulation while still fucking him deep. It felt like he was making love to his very soul. Dean realized he probably was, and wanted to laugh. But he couldn’t. It felt like his nerves were exploding with white hot pleasure, making his whole body throb in ecstasy. Gabriel’s cock curved into him, soaking him in wave after wave of familiar yet entirely new satisfaction. It felt like it went on for hours.
“You ever done this before, Dean-o?”
Dean shook his head hastily. “No...no way.”
“Really?” Gabriel asked, enjoying his honestly. “A stud like you? Oh, I feel so lucky...” He gave Dean a long thrust, earning a shuddering moan from him. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it for you. I’ll ruin you for every other man, angel and demon.”
“Lucky me...” He smiled breathlessly.
Dean was grateful Gabriel wasn’t treating him like a virgin. As a pleasurable and downright kinky as it was being dominated like this, he still had his pride. Gabriel seemed to sense this, and he picked up the pace, taking Dean’s mind off it. Dean cursed and pressed his nose into the pillow.
Gabriel’s cock was spreading him so wide, filling him so deep; it didn’t seem possible to feel this good. Even the way Gabriel’s skin brushed against Dean’s stretched hole at the end of each stroke felt incredible. Then Gabriel’s hands were smoothing around Dean’s hips stroking his cock. Dean cried out in pleasure, bucking back onto Gabriel’s cock even as it pinned him to the bed. It was like it had all happened before, and yet was happening for the first time – like he was stuck in a time loop. Dean couldn’t count how many times Gabriel touched him just right, only to have it happen all over again. He felt completely distant from his body, and yet bound by it, experiencing each moment of pleasure to infinity.
After what felt like hours, Gabriel’s voice reeled him back. “Are you ready, babe?”
Dean nodded dumbly. He had no idea what Gabriel was talking about, but whatever it was, he was ready for it.
All at once, both Gabriels pushed in, and Dean felt his body expand with devastating pleasure.
“Gabriel!”
Gabriel must have been able to read his mind. He slowed, but he didn’t stop. Dean was grateful. Every little spark of pain complimented his pleasure so divinely. He couldn’t get enough.
“Keep...keep going!” He grunted, arching up uncontrollably and twisting his fists in the sheets.
Gabriel watched his back bow as he took everything Gabriel had, and it drove Gabriel wild. “Oh, Dean-o… you are absolutely... gorgeous.” He groaned. “That’s it. Take it. Take my cock. I want to fill you to the brim.”
Finally, Dean felt both versions of himself in perfect sync – two of Gabriel’s cocks filling him so heavily that Dean could barely move. Gabriel was panting against his back and Dean felt his wings drape over him, although he wasn’t sure in which bedroom. Gabriel kissed Dean’s neck in both realities, then he started to move.
Dean and Gabriel groaned in unison. It was unbelievable. Gabriel parted his tight, wet heat twice, filling Dean was impossible pleasure, all the while fondling his cock. It was like having four hands on him – stroking, petting, and rubbing him all over. Dean rolled his hips what little he could out of instinct, making Gabriel slide in even deeper.
Dream Gabriel pulled out a little and began focusing his thrusts on Dean’s prostate, while Gabriel in the bunker fucked him steadily. Dean groaned, burying his face in both beds. Soon he was gasping and moaning desperately.
“Gabe! Gabriel!”
When Gabriel replied, his voice was raspy and deep. “I’m going to bring you back now, Dean.”
Dean looked back at him and nodded. He was completely roughed up and tousled-haired. He looked drunk. It made Gabriel’s arousal soar. He pulled Dean into a kiss, their first kiss, and in the next second Gabriel’s wings faded and they were back in the bunker.
Dean’s bodies became one. The sensations, while less intense, suddenly felt more real. He felt his own sheets under his knees and chest. He smelled the familiar, stale smell of the underground bunker, mixed with his own cologne and the smell of their bodies intertwined. But most of all, he felt Gabriel’s cock heavy and hot moving inside him, and Gabriel’s hand stroking his leaking, throbbing cock.
“Good morning sunshine.” Gabriel rasped.
Dean groaned. He nearly came right there.
Gabriel fucked him a little more carefully out here, but it didn’t matter to Dean. It felt even better than anything that could happen in his head. Gabriel played him just right, and Dean felt an orgasm building up powerfully in his balls. He had no idea how long Gabriel was in him, but it must have been hours. That was the only way he ever orgasmed like this. It ate him up from the inside so slowly that it was almost painful. But it was the best kind of pain – a tingling, mind-numbing ecstasy.
“Gabe… keep going… just like that...” He groaned into his bed.
Gabriel squeezed his hand and twisted it over his cock, pounding into Dean’s prostate then gliding in deep. He rubbed his body against Dean’s entrance with each thrust, then slid part way out to do it again. And again.
Dean gaped soundlessly as his orgasm bubbled up just below the surface. He was shaking with the effort of keeping his butt up, and Gabriel seemed to have read his mind again.
“Come on, Dean. You’ve earned it.” Gabriel taunted with every thrust. “Let yourself go. Or I’ll just keep visiting you. I’ll make you come all night long. Every night...”
Dean whined, slamming his fist on the bed, his expression screwed up. With one more stroke and thrust, Dean’s orgasm finally broke the surface. He gasped loudly and spasmed for what felt like minutes. He arched up for Gabriel to ravage him, and ravage he did.
Gabriel fucked him through his orgasm, until he’d pushed every last drop of it out of Dean’s cock. Dean whimpered. He actually whimpered. He clawed at the sheets and grit his teeth. Gabriel came with a moan and slowed to a halt at last.
Dean collapsed. He barely felt Gabriel pull out of him, but he felt oddly empty when he was gone. Dean lay panting silently on the bed, laying in his own cum. He didn’t even care. He felt Gabriel’s warmth return as he pulled Dean to him. The pressure felt amazing. It pressed all of his reverberating bliss into a ball in the very center of his body, making his very soul ring in satisfaction. He looked up groggily and mustered out one word:
“Fuck.”
Gabriel chuckled. He let Dean ride out his pleasure high for a while. He was surprisingly patient. When Dean looked back up, Gabriel had turned a light on and had magicked him and his bed clean. He was laying on Dean, idly reading his copy of Busty Asian Beauties.
“Really?” Dean grumbled.
Gabriel flashed him a smile. “Morning, sunshine.”
Dean reached out and swatted the magazine out of his hand. Gabriel chuckled and set it down, then let Dean pull him into a sloppy kiss. Gabriel kissed back instantly. He cuddled Dean to him as they lay sideways on his bed, butt-naked.
“So uh...”
“Don’t tell Sammy?”
Dean grinned sleepily. “Yeah. That. But...”
Gabriel looked at him curiously.
“I can’t… I can’t keep me eyes open.” He admitted. “So I’m going to sleep. You’re going to give me a few hours, and then...”
“And then...” Gabriel smirked dangerously.
Dean flushed a little. “Then you’re to do all that stuff you said...”
“Oh?”
“...about visiting me in my sleep and... all that.” Dean informed him. There was the slightest bit of embarrassment behind Dean’s exhausted attempt at nonchalance, and it made Gabriel’s smirk widen.
“You got it, Dean-o.”
Dean smiled in satisfaction. “You’re a freak, Gabriel.” He dropped his head onto the sheets and closed his eyes.
Gabriel chuckled. “Oh, you have no idea.” He snapped them both under the blankets and turned the lights off, leaving them in darkness once more.
Dean grumbled as he sorted boxes in one of the storage rooms. It wasn’t fun but it needed to be done, and Sam had actually asked nicely so he had agreed.
To be fair it had been a bit since the last hunt and Sam was generally annoyed at the unavailability of Dean since Gabriel. Not that he seemed to mind the archangel in general, just that he kept running off with Dean. After the first accidental scarring, Gabriel had reluctantly agreed to generally soundproofing and locking whatever room they happened to be in. Which got them yelled at the day a door appeared at the entrance to the library, and then again when apparently Gabriel had just locked Sam’s room door. Per Gabe, “Well he didn’t want any new doors and we were in the war room…” which earned them another lecture about public spaces and at least waiting until he wasn’t there anymore.
