Six And One Part 5/5
When they decide to commit to a person or family, Tricksters are loyal to a fault. They make voracious and inventive lovers, and tend to put their partner first in their lives. Once they have claimed their partner, their homicidal tendencies tend to calm and they try not to draw attention to themselves, as they are aware that hunters could easily harm their loved ones.
-Thirty Two - Throw Your Arms Around Me-
“Please, Cas,” Dean begged his friend. “It’s all I ask. Just bring him back. I know you can, you’re stronger now than you were when you brought me back.”
“Gabriel turned his back on Heaven,” Castiel informed him, though he didn’t seem all that put off at the idea.
“He came through when it mattered. He watched out for me most of my life, tried to help. Hell, he stood up to Lucifer in the end, even though it got him killed! Please Cas, he’s… he’s all I want. I’ll follow you, worship you, whatever. Just give him back to me.”
Castiel tilted his head to one side, as though weighing Dean’s statement. Then he smiled a little, and Dean’s heart lifted.
“You won’t worship me. You’ve always worshipped him. But you are right - Gabriel died to save you. And if bringing him back will help you to see me as a better God, then I will do it for you.”
“Thank you, Cas.”
He went to turn away, but was stopped when Castiel put a hand on his arm.
“Dean, do you remember when you first realised he was Gabriel? The noise that then destroyed the building?”
“Yeah,” Dean shuddered. “Not gonna forget that in a hurry.”
“That was Gabriel’s true voice,” Castiel confirmed. “That was an archangel’s mating call. He claimed you as his that day. If you break his heart…”
Dean swallowed hard and nodded. He got the implication, loud and clear. It was the same speech he always bit back when Sam got involved with a girl - you hurt my brother, I hurt you.
The next day, Dean awoke to find himself wrapped around another person. He opened his eyes, hardly daring to believe it, and was met with the sight of the man he’d loved for years - Ricky, Steve, Trickster, Loki, Gabriel.
“Note to self,” the archangel muttered, moving closer into Dean’s embrace, “dying sucks. Don’t do it again.”
“Gabriel,” Dean breathed, causing the shorter man to look up at him and smile slightly.
“Yeah, I’m back. Little bro’s the man in charge now… he explained it to me. Said he offered you any reward to continue being God’s Warrior, and you asked for me.”
Dean lowered his head and caught Gabriel’s mouth, pressing forwards to lay his claim on the being in his arms. Gabriel didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, allowing Dean to roll on top of him.
“I’m ready,” Dean said as he pulled back just far enough to speak. “I’ve been ready for years. You’re all I want.”
“I know, Deano,” Gabriel ran a hand up and down Dean’s spine. “Stupid free will clause though - I had to wait for you to come to me. Had to wait until you knew exactly what you were getting involved with.”
“Enough talking,” Dean decided. “More touching.”
With that, he returned to kissing Gabriel, holding himself up with one arm while the other explored the flesh beneath him. He felt Gabriel responding, touching him as well, and his heart rejoiced in knowing that he was finally getting what he wanted from the male who’d followed him for so long. He could remember everything now, every time Gabriel had tested him and backed off and how much he’d missed the archangel, trickster, whatever he was pretending to be at the moment.
There would be no backing off this time.
Dean was caught unaware when Gabriel suddenly flipped them, landing on his back with a huff.
“What…”
“I’ve been waiting half your life for this,” Gabriel looked at him with serious eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now. You can have a turn later, just… I need to claim you.”
“So Cas wasn’t exaggerating with the whole mating-call thing,” Dean mused. Gabriel’s eyes turned dark and he growled - seriously growled, like he was some kind of animal.
“Don’t mention him,” Gabriel warned, “or anyone else. Not now.”
Dean blinked in confusion, then understood as Gabriel bent to place bite-marks across his neck. Gabriel was marking his territory, and mentioning someone else could be seen as a threat. It seemed that Gabriel had quite a few animalistic tendencies.
So Dean leaned back and spread his legs, wrapping his arms around the smaller frame above him. After waiting so long for someone to call his own, then having Gabriel taken away from him, Dean was willing to indulge the archangel in anything he wanted.
“Thank you,” Gabriel whispered into Dean’s hair, then claimed his lips again. Dean opened up to him easily, wanting this just as much.
He flinched a little when he felt Gabriel’s fingers rubbing along his arse, but forced himself to relax. It helped when he kept repeating ‘this is what you want, this is what you want’ to himself. Gabriel seemed to be picking up on his desire to get on to the good part, and pushed a slicked finger into him.
Although he wasn’t being particularly gentle or slow, Dean found that he was quickly shifting his hips to get more. It was as though Gabriel had plucked the perfect pace out of his mind… which, knowing Gabriel, he probably had. Was it abuse of telepathic powers to use them to fulfil a partner’s sexual fantasies?
“Stop that,” Gabriel was chuckling above him, and Dean grinned when he realised that Gabriel had indeed been reading his mind.
“Hey, if you don’t want to see what goes on in my head, don’t look.” Seemed simple enough to him.
“Fair enough,” Gabriel nodded, and promptly shoved a second finger into Dean.
Dean arched his back at the intrusion, but Gabriel didn’t falter in his pace. He started to scissor his fingers, stretching Dean so that he would be comfortable - well, as comfortable as one could be with a cock up their arse. It was bound to be a little disconcerting at first.
“Do you have a single serious thought in your head?” Gabriel started to laugh, hand shaking a little inside Dean. Dean, meanwhile, ran a hand up Gabriel’s back and cradled the back of his neck.
“Sometimes,” he admitted. “But it’s easier to go with humour. Makes life a little easier to deal with.”
“True. And your life can get pretty shitty,” Gabriel agreed. “I’ll make it better though. You like chocolate, right?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Dean was nonplussed, though he forgot the question temporarily when a third finger was inserted into him.
“Good. Chocolate can cure anything.”
“Maybe, but I prefer pie,” Dean managed to inform the archangel. It was getting difficult to concentrate on the conversation.
“Pie’s good,” Gabriel mused. “Chocolate pie! Best of both worlds. I’ll get you some chocolate pie when we’re done here.” He paused and looked a little disheartened for a moment. “You’re gonna have to help me get my pagan powers back.”
“I am?”
“Yeah. Then I’ll be able to snap pie into existence whenever you want it.”
“Fair enough then,” Dean muttered as he wrapped a leg around Gabriel’s waist. “Before that, though, are you ever gonna fuck me?”
“Hm. I guess you’re about ready for it,” Gabriel agreed and removed his fingers. There was some shuffling, and Dean was on his hands and knees again, this time with Gabriel crouched behind him. He’d caught sight of Gabriel running a hand up and down his own cock, leaving it glistening with some presumably lube-like substance.
Then Gabriel was entering him again, this time with the aforementioned dick, and Dean felt his thought processes shutting down. After all the pain and uncertainty of recent years, he was exactly where he wanted to be, and could afford to let his guard down. Could afford to let someone else take control.
So he did. He submitted to Gabriel here, where there was no one to judge him for it.
Dean felt it, when Gabriel realised he was submitting. The archangel started moving more firmly, thrusting deep into him, hands
gripping Dean’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. Dean did his best to shove back, but the hands were holding him still, leaving him only able to stay still and take whatever Gabriel decided to give him.
He could still talk, though.
“That’s it, Gabe,” Dean ground out. “You’ve got me, claim me so no one else will touch me. Make me yours, never want anyone else,”
“Fuck, Dean,” Gabriel growled out before leaning forwards, plastering his chest to Dean’s back and just moving his hips, much like a dog. Again with the animal comparisons… “Mine!”
“Yours, only yours,” Dean agreed happily as the new angle had Gabriel rubbing against his prostate quite effectively. More pleasure was added when Gabriel remembered to sneak a hand around to stroke Dean’s cock, slower than the frantic pace his own dick was setting. It was still perfect, however, and Dean groaned in satisfaction. “That’s it, that’s fucking perfect. My angel, my trickster, mine!”
“You fucking know it,” Gabriel was growling again, and trailed kisses along the curve of Dean’s spine - gentle in counterpoint to his other actions, and the disparity was enough to make Dean throw his head back and shout his climax.
“Gabriel! Fuck, yes, Gabe, yes…”
He was vaguely aware of a bright light and a screaming sound as Gabriel ceased all movement, and as soon as Gabriel loosened his grip they both collapsed onto the mattress.
Gabriel licked Dean’s neck briefly, then withdrew from him and nudged him until he rolled over.
The archangel then shifted to lie as close to Dean as possible, forcibly arranging the human around him so that they were curled together, one of Dean’s arms around Gabriel. Gabriel was effectively using him as a blanket, though Dean didn’t really mind. He was fairly sure that there should be a mess of some sort on the bed, and possibly on himself, but Gabriel had probably abused his powers again to clean them up. Not that Dean really minded.
“Dude, we’re not cuddling, are we?” He felt he had to make some sort of token resistance to the schmoopiness.
“Yes. Deal with it,” Gabriel muttered. Though Dean was fairly sure that angels didn’t have to sleep, Gabriel had never really followed the rules of any other creature.
“…Fine,” Dean grumbled. “Just don’t tell Sammy.”
“What makes you think I didn’t film that and send him a copy?”
“You wouldn’t!” Dean’s eyes flew open, and he glared at the angel in his arms.
“True,” Gabriel nodded, unfazed by Dean’s outburst. “I’m pretty jealous. No one touches what’s mine. And I won’t touch anyone else. Deal?”
“Can we not use that word?” Dean pulled a face.
“How about bargain?”
“Better.” Dean shifted to pull Gabriel into a lazy kiss, mostly to shut him up. It didn’t work all that well, as Gabriel just piped up again when Dean removed his mouth.
“So, road trip?”
“Why?” Dean looked down at the angel, exasperation showing. “And where?”
“Valhalla, of course,” Gabriel rolled his eyes, as though Dean was being purposely dense. “To fetch a few artefacts that will help get my full powers back. It was annoying, having to leave them behind in different places over the last few years.”
“That’s why you weren’t as powerful,” it finally clicked for Dean. “You were losing abilities from when I first met you.”
“Yeah,” Gabriel pulled him back down for more cuddling. “Had to keep moving though, and kept dropping the various items that made me stronger. We’ll have to go fetch them so I can go back to being super-powered Archangel Trickster God.”
“Okay,” Dean gave in, and pressed a kiss to the chest under his head. “Whatever you want.”
As they drifted off to sleep, both angel and hunter were smiling, genuine smiles of contentment.
Castiel nodded at them from where he’d been standing, and flew away. Everything would be okay on that front.
Now to secure Sam’s loyalty.
~Fin~
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-Thirty Two - Throw Your Arms Around Me-
“Please, Cas,” Dean begged his friend. “It’s all I ask. Just bring him back. I know you can, you’re stronger now than you were when you brought me back.”
“Gabriel turned his back on Heaven,” Castiel informed him, though he didn’t seem all that put off at the idea.
“He came through when it mattered. He watched out for me most of my life, tried to help. Hell, he stood up to Lucifer in the end, even though it got him killed! Please Cas, he’s… he’s all I want. I’ll follow you, worship you, whatever. Just give him back to me.”
Castiel tilted his head to one side, as though weighing Dean’s statement. Then he smiled a little, and Dean’s heart lifted.
“You won’t worship me. You’ve always worshipped him. But you are right - Gabriel died to save you. And if bringing him back will help you to see me as a better God, then I will do it for you.”
“Thank you, Cas.”
He went to turn away, but was stopped when Castiel put a hand on his arm.
“Dean, do you remember when you first realised he was Gabriel? The noise that then destroyed the building?”
“Yeah,” Dean shuddered. “Not gonna forget that in a hurry.”
“That was Gabriel’s true voice,” Castiel confirmed. “That was an archangel’s mating call. He claimed you as his that day. If you break his heart…”
Dean swallowed hard and nodded. He got the implication, loud and clear. It was the same speech he always bit back when Sam got involved with a girl - you hurt my brother, I hurt you.
The next day, Dean awoke to find himself wrapped around another person. He opened his eyes, hardly daring to believe it, and was met with the sight of the man he’d loved for years - Ricky, Steve, Trickster, Loki, Gabriel.
“Note to self,” the archangel muttered, moving closer into Dean’s embrace, “dying sucks. Don’t do it again.”
“Gabriel,” Dean breathed, causing the shorter man to look up at him and smile slightly.
“Yeah, I’m back. Little bro’s the man in charge now… he explained it to me. Said he offered you any reward to continue being God’s Warrior, and you asked for me.”
Dean lowered his head and caught Gabriel’s mouth, pressing forwards to lay his claim on the being in his arms. Gabriel didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, allowing Dean to roll on top of him.
“I’m ready,” Dean said as he pulled back just far enough to speak. “I’ve been ready for years. You’re all I want.”
“I know, Deano,” Gabriel ran a hand up and down Dean’s spine. “Stupid free will clause though - I had to wait for you to come to me. Had to wait until you knew exactly what you were getting involved with.”
“Enough talking,” Dean decided. “More touching.”
With that, he returned to kissing Gabriel, holding himself up with one arm while the other explored the flesh beneath him. He felt Gabriel responding, touching him as well, and his heart rejoiced in knowing that he was finally getting what he wanted from the male who’d followed him for so long. He could remember everything now, every time Gabriel had tested him and backed off and how much he’d missed the archangel, trickster, whatever he was pretending to be at the moment.
There would be no backing off this time.
Dean was caught unaware when Gabriel suddenly flipped them, landing on his back with a huff.
“What…”
“I’ve been waiting half your life for this,” Gabriel looked at him with serious eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now. You can have a turn later, just… I need to claim you.”
“So Cas wasn’t exaggerating with the whole mating-call thing,” Dean mused. Gabriel’s eyes turned dark and he growled - seriously growled, like he was some kind of animal.
“Don’t mention him,” Gabriel warned, “or anyone else. Not now.”
Dean blinked in confusion, then understood as Gabriel bent to place bite-marks across his neck. Gabriel was marking his territory, and mentioning someone else could be seen as a threat. It seemed that Gabriel had quite a few animalistic tendencies.
So Dean leaned back and spread his legs, wrapping his arms around the smaller frame above him. After waiting so long for someone to call his own, then having Gabriel taken away from him, Dean was willing to indulge the archangel in anything he wanted.
“Thank you,” Gabriel whispered into Dean’s hair, then claimed his lips again. Dean opened up to him easily, wanting this just as much.
He flinched a little when he felt Gabriel’s fingers rubbing along his arse, but forced himself to relax. It helped when he kept repeating ‘this is what you want, this is what you want’ to himself. Gabriel seemed to be picking up on his desire to get on to the good part, and pushed a slicked finger into him.
Although he wasn’t being particularly gentle or slow, Dean found that he was quickly shifting his hips to get more. It was as though Gabriel had plucked the perfect pace out of his mind… which, knowing Gabriel, he probably had. Was it abuse of telepathic powers to use them to fulfil a partner’s sexual fantasies?
“Stop that,” Gabriel was chuckling above him, and Dean grinned when he realised that Gabriel had indeed been reading his mind.
“Hey, if you don’t want to see what goes on in my head, don’t look.” Seemed simple enough to him.
“Fair enough,” Gabriel nodded, and promptly shoved a second finger into Dean.
Dean arched his back at the intrusion, but Gabriel didn’t falter in his pace. He started to scissor his fingers, stretching Dean so that he would be comfortable - well, as comfortable as one could be with a cock up their arse. It was bound to be a little disconcerting at first.
“Do you have a single serious thought in your head?” Gabriel started to laugh, hand shaking a little inside Dean. Dean, meanwhile, ran a hand up Gabriel’s back and cradled the back of his neck.
“Sometimes,” he admitted. “But it’s easier to go with humour. Makes life a little easier to deal with.”
“True. And your life can get pretty shitty,” Gabriel agreed. “I’ll make it better though. You like chocolate, right?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Dean was nonplussed, though he forgot the question temporarily when a third finger was inserted into him.
“Good. Chocolate can cure anything.”
“Maybe, but I prefer pie,” Dean managed to inform the archangel. It was getting difficult to concentrate on the conversation.
“Pie’s good,” Gabriel mused. “Chocolate pie! Best of both worlds. I’ll get you some chocolate pie when we’re done here.” He paused and looked a little disheartened for a moment. “You’re gonna have to help me get my pagan powers back.”
“I am?”
“Yeah. Then I’ll be able to snap pie into existence whenever you want it.”
“Fair enough then,” Dean muttered as he wrapped a leg around Gabriel’s waist. “Before that, though, are you ever gonna fuck me?”
“Hm. I guess you’re about ready for it,” Gabriel agreed and removed his fingers. There was some shuffling, and Dean was on his hands and knees again, this time with Gabriel crouched behind him. He’d caught sight of Gabriel running a hand up and down his own cock, leaving it glistening with some presumably lube-like substance.
Then Gabriel was entering him again, this time with the aforementioned dick, and Dean felt his thought processes shutting down. After all the pain and uncertainty of recent years, he was exactly where he wanted to be, and could afford to let his guard down. Could afford to let someone else take control.
So he did. He submitted to Gabriel here, where there was no one to judge him for it.
Dean felt it, when Gabriel realised he was submitting. The archangel started moving more firmly, thrusting deep into him, hands
gripping Dean’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. Dean did his best to shove back, but the hands were holding him still, leaving him only able to stay still and take whatever Gabriel decided to give him.
He could still talk, though.
“That’s it, Gabe,” Dean ground out. “You’ve got me, claim me so no one else will touch me. Make me yours, never want anyone else,”
“Fuck, Dean,” Gabriel growled out before leaning forwards, plastering his chest to Dean’s back and just moving his hips, much like a dog. Again with the animal comparisons… “Mine!”
“Yours, only yours,” Dean agreed happily as the new angle had Gabriel rubbing against his prostate quite effectively. More pleasure was added when Gabriel remembered to sneak a hand around to stroke Dean’s cock, slower than the frantic pace his own dick was setting. It was still perfect, however, and Dean groaned in satisfaction. “That’s it, that’s fucking perfect. My angel, my trickster, mine!”
“You fucking know it,” Gabriel was growling again, and trailed kisses along the curve of Dean’s spine - gentle in counterpoint to his other actions, and the disparity was enough to make Dean throw his head back and shout his climax.
“Gabriel! Fuck, yes, Gabe, yes…”
He was vaguely aware of a bright light and a screaming sound as Gabriel ceased all movement, and as soon as Gabriel loosened his grip they both collapsed onto the mattress.
Gabriel licked Dean’s neck briefly, then withdrew from him and nudged him until he rolled over.
The archangel then shifted to lie as close to Dean as possible, forcibly arranging the human around him so that they were curled together, one of Dean’s arms around Gabriel. Gabriel was effectively using him as a blanket, though Dean didn’t really mind. He was fairly sure that there should be a mess of some sort on the bed, and possibly on himself, but Gabriel had probably abused his powers again to clean them up. Not that Dean really minded.
“Dude, we’re not cuddling, are we?” He felt he had to make some sort of token resistance to the schmoopiness.
“Yes. Deal with it,” Gabriel muttered. Though Dean was fairly sure that angels didn’t have to sleep, Gabriel had never really followed the rules of any other creature.
“…Fine,” Dean grumbled. “Just don’t tell Sammy.”
“What makes you think I didn’t film that and send him a copy?”
“You wouldn’t!” Dean’s eyes flew open, and he glared at the angel in his arms.
“True,” Gabriel nodded, unfazed by Dean’s outburst. “I’m pretty jealous. No one touches what’s mine. And I won’t touch anyone else. Deal?”
“Can we not use that word?” Dean pulled a face.
“How about bargain?”
“Better.” Dean shifted to pull Gabriel into a lazy kiss, mostly to shut him up. It didn’t work all that well, as Gabriel just piped up again when Dean removed his mouth.
“So, road trip?”
“Why?” Dean looked down at the angel, exasperation showing. “And where?”
“Valhalla, of course,” Gabriel rolled his eyes, as though Dean was being purposely dense. “To fetch a few artefacts that will help get my full powers back. It was annoying, having to leave them behind in different places over the last few years.”
“That’s why you weren’t as powerful,” it finally clicked for Dean. “You were losing abilities from when I first met you.”
“Yeah,” Gabriel pulled him back down for more cuddling. “Had to keep moving though, and kept dropping the various items that made me stronger. We’ll have to go fetch them so I can go back to being super-powered Archangel Trickster God.”
“Okay,” Dean gave in, and pressed a kiss to the chest under his head. “Whatever you want.”
As they drifted off to sleep, both angel and hunter were smiling, genuine smiles of contentment.
Castiel nodded at them from where he’d been standing, and flew away. Everything would be okay on that front.
Now to secure Sam’s loyalty.
~Fin~
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