SPN: Mistakes We Make 22
Summary: All-human AU. From the ages of 10 - 15, Dean and Castiel were inseparable. Then Dean's dad died, and rather than lose his brother to CPS, Dean took him and ran. Years later, Castiel's big brother Gabriel finds Dean working as a prostitute, and decides to try and help him - but does Dean want to be saved?
A/N: I think things might be a little too neat in this one… let me know if things seem to be going too fast. In good news - Gabriel decides to push the threesome idea, even if he’s still having issues.
Also… I’ve started writing another horrible, dark story that started with one of the Angelic Shenanigans one-shots - the Lucifer/Castiel one. *whimper* Help! The fics are taking over!
Warnings: …don’t think there’s anything explicit in this chapter. References to past actions, that’s about it.
-MWM-
The next time Dean opened his eyes, he saw something that shocked him back to reality. He was looking up into the clearest blue eyes he’d seen in his life, and knew it was Castiel watching him. He tried to sit up, only to find that his wrists were restrained.
“Wha… what’s going on?” Dean rasped, voice scratchy. Castiel raised an eyebrow at him, then sat back, arms folded across his chest.
“You’re an idiot,” Castiel said simply, restrained venom in his voice.
“Cas,” a voice warned, and Dean looked over. To his shock, it was Gabriel, leaning against the wall next to the door. He wasn’t looking at Dean, but the fact that he was here at all…
“Gabriel,” Dean whispered. “Oh god, I can’t…” It felt as though his throat was closing up, and something sitting on his chest. His heart was beating far too quickly, and the machines were beeping ever more rapidly.
“Shit,” Gabriel swore before ducking out of the room. Clearly him being there wasn’t a good idea, if the mere sight of him was enough to drive Dean into a panic attack. The idea had been to face him and help Gabriel get over what had happened - but apparently Dean was just as affected as he was. He went and informed the nurse of what was happening, deciding to hang around the waiting room for a few minutes before heading back. Perhaps that would give Dean time to calm down.
Once the nurse had given Dean a sedative, he calmed again fairly rapidly. Castiel waited until they were alone before stepping forwards and sitting on the edge of the bed. The two stared at each other for a while, neither really knowing what to say.
“I’m so sorry,” Dean finally whispered, breaking the gaze and staring down at his hands. “I realised how bad I’d screwed up, how much I’d hurt Gabriel, and just… I couldn’t handle knowing that I’d done that. He deserves better than that, I should’ve… god, I don’t know. I should’ve had more trust in the both of you.”
“Yes, you should have,” Castiel agreed, though the venom had drained away. Now he just felt empty, which was never a good thing - he had always filled the hole with drugs or booze, or in more recent years, sex with Gabriel. “Gabe’s been good for me, helped me find balance again. I know that screwing my brother isn’t exactly socially acceptable, but neither is what you’re doing.”
“I know,” Dean whispered, closing his eyes against the tears that were threatening. He was not going to cry, damnit! He was stronger than this! But he couldn’t look at Castiel without knowing the truth - he wasn’t strong anymore. Hadn’t been for a long time. “I just… I love you. I always did.”
Castiel leaned forwards and pressed his lips to Dean’s. He couldn’t stop himself, he was addicted to Dean again.
“I love Gabriel,” he whispered against Dean’s lips. “He’s my world. But you…” He pressed down again, aware that he shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be giving in to his addictions, but unable to fight it.
He jumped then, when he felt another pair of lips on the nape of his neck, familiar and warm, arms going around his waist.
“Gabriel,” he broke away from Dean, who would probably be panicking again if not for the sedatives, and turned to look at his brother. “I-”
He was cut off as Gabriel captured him in a kiss, knowing exactly how to shut Castiel’s mind down and reduce him to a moaning pile of want. Gabriel pushed him back until he was lying across Dean’s chest, giving Dean a perfect view, then broke the kiss and steeled his nerves.
“Since we’re all equally screwed up,” he started as though it were the most natural thing in the world even as his heart was threatening to break through his ribs, “might I suggest a triad?”
With that, he turned his head and pressed his lips briefly to Dean’s. It took a few seconds for the youngest to realise what was being suggested and start kissing back. Him being restrained to the bed helped Gabriel feel secure enough to put himself on the line like this, and he dominated the kiss easily. He soon felt Castiel nipping at his neck and let out a chuckle, shifting to quickly peck at Cas’ lips before stepping back completely to admire his handiwork.
Dean was looking confused but hopeful. Castiel, on the other hand, was looking over the freaking moon, and Gabriel knew that he was doing the right thing for the moment. If he’d made Cas choose between them, there was a very real possibility that he’d lose his little brother. And it was clear that he couldn’t just ignore the attraction between the younger men, since every time they were left alone together they started snogging again.
As for him and Dean… that kiss had been a good start. He’d been outside the door longer than they’d realised, and had heard how shaken up Dean was by what he’d done. If he was truly that remorseful, and was willing to give Gabriel time to adjust to him… well, Gabriel would learn to deal with it, even if it would be a while before he felt comfortable doing anything else physical with him. And honestly, being in a threesome relationship really wasn’t the weirdest thing he’d done.
-MWM-
When Sam came back with Jess, it was to a much more relaxed atmosphere than he’d left. Dean was still restrained, but Castiel was sitting on the bed next to him, legs across Dean’s and half curled into him, as though the last ten years had never happened. Gabriel was sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed, scribbling away in a notebook. Sam was fairly sure that the bed wasn’t actually big enough to fit all three of them, but they seemed to be comfortable.
“Hey Sammy,” Dean whispered, and Sam ran to hug him. “Down boy, it’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad?” Sam repeated incredulously. “Dean, you tried to kill yourself! I thought… I thought you were gone! Don’t you dare tell me it’s not serious!”
“Okay then, I won’t,” Dean nodded. “I’m sorry for scaring you. I just… Sammy, are you ashamed of me?”
“What?” Sam blinked at him. “Why would you think that?”
“Uh, maybe because you haven’t wanted me to visit?” Dean suggested. “’Cause you stopped coming home? ‘Cause I don’t know any of your friends?”
“Dean… I know that we haven’t been close lately. That’s why I came back,” Sam motioned for Jess to come into the room from where she’d been loitering at the door. “Dean, this is Jess. Jess, this is my big brother Dean.”
“Hi,” Jess smiled. “I was kind of hoping to meet you under better circumstances.”
“No way,” Dean looked Jess up and down with a fairly obvious leer. “You are too fine for Sammy-boy.”
“Can I have her then?” Gabriel raised his head. “I always wanted a pet.”
“You’ve got Kali,” Castiel informed him.
“She’s going to India next month. Please?”
“No one’s stealing Jess,” Sam glared at the room in general, before taking a deep breath. “Dean, I… I asked her to marry me.”
“And she actually said yes?” Dean looked between the two, grinning. “You sure you know what you’re getting into, Sweetheart?”
“I’m sure,” Jess smiled, though she did look a little perturbed by the conversation so far. “I love Sam. And while my parents aren’t exactly thrilled, I don’t really give a crap.”
“Why wouldn’t they be happy?” Dean was immediately on the defensive. “Sammy not good enough for them or something?”
“Nope,” Sam shrugged. “I’m too common for their tastes. Oh, and her dad knows Crowley, and they hate each other.”
“Ah. And given Crowley had a hand in raising you…”
“They’re afraid that Sam’s going to corrupt me,” Jess finished. “Which is kinda stupid, but what can you do?”
“Elope,” Gabriel suggested.
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A/N: I think things might be a little too neat in this one… let me know if things seem to be going too fast. In good news - Gabriel decides to push the threesome idea, even if he’s still having issues.
Also… I’ve started writing another horrible, dark story that started with one of the Angelic Shenanigans one-shots - the Lucifer/Castiel one. *whimper* Help! The fics are taking over!
Warnings: …don’t think there’s anything explicit in this chapter. References to past actions, that’s about it.
-MWM-
The next time Dean opened his eyes, he saw something that shocked him back to reality. He was looking up into the clearest blue eyes he’d seen in his life, and knew it was Castiel watching him. He tried to sit up, only to find that his wrists were restrained.
“Wha… what’s going on?” Dean rasped, voice scratchy. Castiel raised an eyebrow at him, then sat back, arms folded across his chest.
“You’re an idiot,” Castiel said simply, restrained venom in his voice.
“Cas,” a voice warned, and Dean looked over. To his shock, it was Gabriel, leaning against the wall next to the door. He wasn’t looking at Dean, but the fact that he was here at all…
“Gabriel,” Dean whispered. “Oh god, I can’t…” It felt as though his throat was closing up, and something sitting on his chest. His heart was beating far too quickly, and the machines were beeping ever more rapidly.
“Shit,” Gabriel swore before ducking out of the room. Clearly him being there wasn’t a good idea, if the mere sight of him was enough to drive Dean into a panic attack. The idea had been to face him and help Gabriel get over what had happened - but apparently Dean was just as affected as he was. He went and informed the nurse of what was happening, deciding to hang around the waiting room for a few minutes before heading back. Perhaps that would give Dean time to calm down.
Once the nurse had given Dean a sedative, he calmed again fairly rapidly. Castiel waited until they were alone before stepping forwards and sitting on the edge of the bed. The two stared at each other for a while, neither really knowing what to say.
“I’m so sorry,” Dean finally whispered, breaking the gaze and staring down at his hands. “I realised how bad I’d screwed up, how much I’d hurt Gabriel, and just… I couldn’t handle knowing that I’d done that. He deserves better than that, I should’ve… god, I don’t know. I should’ve had more trust in the both of you.”
“Yes, you should have,” Castiel agreed, though the venom had drained away. Now he just felt empty, which was never a good thing - he had always filled the hole with drugs or booze, or in more recent years, sex with Gabriel. “Gabe’s been good for me, helped me find balance again. I know that screwing my brother isn’t exactly socially acceptable, but neither is what you’re doing.”
“I know,” Dean whispered, closing his eyes against the tears that were threatening. He was not going to cry, damnit! He was stronger than this! But he couldn’t look at Castiel without knowing the truth - he wasn’t strong anymore. Hadn’t been for a long time. “I just… I love you. I always did.”
Castiel leaned forwards and pressed his lips to Dean’s. He couldn’t stop himself, he was addicted to Dean again.
“I love Gabriel,” he whispered against Dean’s lips. “He’s my world. But you…” He pressed down again, aware that he shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be giving in to his addictions, but unable to fight it.
He jumped then, when he felt another pair of lips on the nape of his neck, familiar and warm, arms going around his waist.
“Gabriel,” he broke away from Dean, who would probably be panicking again if not for the sedatives, and turned to look at his brother. “I-”
He was cut off as Gabriel captured him in a kiss, knowing exactly how to shut Castiel’s mind down and reduce him to a moaning pile of want. Gabriel pushed him back until he was lying across Dean’s chest, giving Dean a perfect view, then broke the kiss and steeled his nerves.
“Since we’re all equally screwed up,” he started as though it were the most natural thing in the world even as his heart was threatening to break through his ribs, “might I suggest a triad?”
With that, he turned his head and pressed his lips briefly to Dean’s. It took a few seconds for the youngest to realise what was being suggested and start kissing back. Him being restrained to the bed helped Gabriel feel secure enough to put himself on the line like this, and he dominated the kiss easily. He soon felt Castiel nipping at his neck and let out a chuckle, shifting to quickly peck at Cas’ lips before stepping back completely to admire his handiwork.
Dean was looking confused but hopeful. Castiel, on the other hand, was looking over the freaking moon, and Gabriel knew that he was doing the right thing for the moment. If he’d made Cas choose between them, there was a very real possibility that he’d lose his little brother. And it was clear that he couldn’t just ignore the attraction between the younger men, since every time they were left alone together they started snogging again.
As for him and Dean… that kiss had been a good start. He’d been outside the door longer than they’d realised, and had heard how shaken up Dean was by what he’d done. If he was truly that remorseful, and was willing to give Gabriel time to adjust to him… well, Gabriel would learn to deal with it, even if it would be a while before he felt comfortable doing anything else physical with him. And honestly, being in a threesome relationship really wasn’t the weirdest thing he’d done.
-MWM-
When Sam came back with Jess, it was to a much more relaxed atmosphere than he’d left. Dean was still restrained, but Castiel was sitting on the bed next to him, legs across Dean’s and half curled into him, as though the last ten years had never happened. Gabriel was sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed, scribbling away in a notebook. Sam was fairly sure that the bed wasn’t actually big enough to fit all three of them, but they seemed to be comfortable.
“Hey Sammy,” Dean whispered, and Sam ran to hug him. “Down boy, it’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad?” Sam repeated incredulously. “Dean, you tried to kill yourself! I thought… I thought you were gone! Don’t you dare tell me it’s not serious!”
“Okay then, I won’t,” Dean nodded. “I’m sorry for scaring you. I just… Sammy, are you ashamed of me?”
“What?” Sam blinked at him. “Why would you think that?”
“Uh, maybe because you haven’t wanted me to visit?” Dean suggested. “’Cause you stopped coming home? ‘Cause I don’t know any of your friends?”
“Dean… I know that we haven’t been close lately. That’s why I came back,” Sam motioned for Jess to come into the room from where she’d been loitering at the door. “Dean, this is Jess. Jess, this is my big brother Dean.”
“Hi,” Jess smiled. “I was kind of hoping to meet you under better circumstances.”
“No way,” Dean looked Jess up and down with a fairly obvious leer. “You are too fine for Sammy-boy.”
“Can I have her then?” Gabriel raised his head. “I always wanted a pet.”
“You’ve got Kali,” Castiel informed him.
“She’s going to India next month. Please?”
“No one’s stealing Jess,” Sam glared at the room in general, before taking a deep breath. “Dean, I… I asked her to marry me.”
“And she actually said yes?” Dean looked between the two, grinning. “You sure you know what you’re getting into, Sweetheart?”
“I’m sure,” Jess smiled, though she did look a little perturbed by the conversation so far. “I love Sam. And while my parents aren’t exactly thrilled, I don’t really give a crap.”
“Why wouldn’t they be happy?” Dean was immediately on the defensive. “Sammy not good enough for them or something?”
“Nope,” Sam shrugged. “I’m too common for their tastes. Oh, and her dad knows Crowley, and they hate each other.”
“Ah. And given Crowley had a hand in raising you…”
“They’re afraid that Sam’s going to corrupt me,” Jess finished. “Which is kinda stupid, but what can you do?”
“Elope,” Gabriel suggested.
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