SPN: Alternate Realities Don't Have to Suck 3/3
Sam watched as Dean and Cas played pool, Dean somehow kicking the angel's ass at it. It was a wonderful sight, the two of them at ease in each other's company. Castiel rarely left now, content to stay and help them in the fight against Lucifer. What was even better on that front was that Gabriel had, for some unknown reason, also decided to stick around.
“Cute couple, aren't they?” Gabriel grinned across at him.
“Yeah,” Sam nodded. He still hadn't completely forgiven the Archangel for everything he'd put them through over the last few years - Winchesters could hold grudges like it was an Olympic sport - but Gabriel was slowly worming his way into Team Free Will.
“It's good to see another angel thinking for himself,” Gabriel continued. “So many of them just blindly follow orders... Castiel's gonna be fine, though. He's got Dean to balance him out, keep him thinking of humanity.”
Sam considered that, then turned to look more fully at Gabriel.
“Is that why you pushed them together?” He asked, slowly starting to understand. “To stop Cas from falling and becoming like Lucifer?”
“One reason,” Gabriel nodded. He seemed in a sombre mood tonight, which left Sam a little on edge. “With his Grace tied to Dean, Castiel will be safe no matter what happens. And let's face it... I did kinda owe you two for dicking you around.”
Knowing that was as close to an apology as he was likely to get, Sam smiled a little at Gabriel. It sometimes worried him just how similar Gabriel and Dean were, though Dean was a little more open with his feelings since getting together with Cas.
“Well,” Gabriel stood then, brushing imaginary lint from his shoulders as Dean and Cas approached the table, “I'm off. Might see you around some time... probably not though. Take care of yourself, Sammy.” He ruffled Sam's hair, and before Sam could retaliate, was gone.
“What was that about?” Dean asked. Sam just shrugged, confused.
“Guess he got sick of staying in one place. Sounded like he was taking off.”
~*~
Sometimes, Gabriel really hated being the only Archangel who cared about humanity. He loved his brothers, particularly Lucifer, but he finally saw that he had to act. No more sitting on the fence, no more keeping out of it. Time to choose a side.
Drawing the final symbol onto the ground, Gabriel let the barriers shielding him from detection fall away, then called out.
“Lucifer! Brother, I'm here. Please... come to me!”
~*~
A few days after the incident at the bar, Sam, Dean and Cas were in another hotel room trying to figure out what was going on in the town, when Castiel suddenly doubled over in apparent pain.
“Cas? Cas!” Dean was by his side in an instant, running his hands over the angel and trying to find the problem. “What's wrong? What's happened?”
“Gabriel...” Cas whispered. “No...” With that, he slipped into unconsciousness.
~*~
Dean was terrified. He'd sent Sam to try and summon Gabriel, but nothing had happened. Sam said that he'd tried every name he could think of that Gabriel went by, and all were bust. They'd tried calling Bobby, but while the old hunter had promised to look into it, he didn't have many ideas.
Meanwhile, Dean lay on the bed with Castiel, holding him and hoping that he'd wake up soon. He didn't know what else to do, and while he wanted to find a bad guy and shoot them, he didn't think it would do much good in this situation.
“Come on Cas,” he pleaded in a whisper. “Don't do this to me. Don't... you can't leave me. Not now.”
There was no answer.
~*~
An hour later, Dean heard Sam swear softly at his laptop.
“What's wrong?” Dean looked over, filled with dread.
“News article,” Sam was frowning at the screen. “Big disaster in Alaska. Unpopulated area, so no one was hurt but... it looks almost like...”
“Like what?”
“Like a pair of Archangels had a battle.”
Dean blinked as things clicked into place.
“You think... Gabriel took on Lucifer?”
“Yeah, it looks like it. But I can't tell who won.”
“Shit.”
“Pretty much,” Sam agreed. Dean held Cas closer, running a hand over his wings.
“Doesn't explain why Cas is suddenly a vegetable,” he muttered.
Sam had no answer for that.
~*~
Four hours had passed since Cas had collapsed. One minute Dean was watching him, willing him to wake up, and the next Castiel's eyes were open and focused on him.
“Cas? You back with us?” Dean knew that he was pleading, and didn't care.
“Yes Dean,” Castiel responded, sounding exhausted. “I'm back. I apologise for-” He was cut off as Dean kissed him hard. Cas kissed back immediately, wings wrapping around Dean as much as they could. Finding that this wasn't enough, Castiel lifted Dean and moved so that he was sitting with his human on his lap, all without breaking the kiss.
“Don't ever do that again,” Dean finally pulled away and tried to glare at Cas. He had a feeling that his relief somewhat dampened the effect though.
“I do not foresee it happening again,” Castiel nodded. “There are very few angels left who I would put myself in danger for.”
“So Gabriel went up against Lucifer?” Dean asked, heart pounding. Castiel stroked his back and nuzzled into his neck.
“Yes. Gabriel used the tricks he has learned on Earth to his advantage, and after many hours managed to defeat the devil. But he was grievously injured. I had to go to him, had to heal him and find a way to keep him safe.”
“You couldn't give us some warning?”
“No,” Castiel looked contrite. “There was no time. I had to leave my vessel and heal Gabriel in our true forms.”
“Oh.” They stayed curled up together for a few minutes. “Where's Gabriel now?”
“His vessel was destroyed beyond repair,” Castiel informed him. “We had to find another, while also keeping out of sight of the other angels, all while Gabriel was still healing. I am surprised that it didn't take us longer, but we found a suitable teenage boy in a bad home. Gabriel gave him a way out, and the boy took it.”
“Okay,” Dean shifted a little. He wasn't entirely down with the whole stealing-lives thing that happened when an angel took a vessel, but he could hardly complain when it allowed him to have Castiel.
“Cas!” Sam came back in then, and immediately ran over. “You're okay! We were worried about you.”
“I am fine,” Castiel confirmed. “Lucifer is gone. Gabriel is healing. He would most likely have died if I had not gone to him.” Before Sam could comment, Cas went on. “Now I'm going to take Dean away and have sex with him until we both feel better. We shall return after.”
Dean opened his mouth to protest, noting that Sam looked rather disturbed, but Cas had already spread his wings and with a strong flap, they were gone from the room.
~*~
Castiel knew that Dean would protest once they landed and want to talk. For someone who claimed to hate chick-flick moments, Dean initiated an awful lot of them. This time, Cas had no desire to indulge him and talk about anything.
As soon as they landed in a forest, far away from any humans, angels or other sentient beings, Cas claimed Dean's lips and ran his hands beneath his shirt, over the human's back. Though he stumbled a little at first, soon Dean was kissing back, always easily distracted by sex.
Filled with an overwhelming urge to be inside his mate, Cas made short work of undressing them both. Dean was apparently more than happy to go along with this plan, and almost before Cas could keep track they were both naked.
Dean pulled back a little then and winked at Cas before dropping to his knees. Completely fine with this, Castiel lightly ran his fingers through Dean's hair, and trailed his wing tips over Dean's skin.
“Fuck Cas,” Dean spoke for the first time, and Castiel had to smile. Of course those were his words... Dean couldn't keep a civil tongue in his head if his life depended on it, and since Cas wasn't easily offended by language, Dean didn't often bother to censor himself when they were together.
“In time,” Castiel responded. He knew how much Dean loved it when he could carry on a conversation during their intimate moments. Of course, they both enjoyed themselves when they were too far gone to say anything with real meaning too.
Dean rolled his eyes at Castiel's sass, but didn't let it deter him from his self-appointed task. Instead he wrapped one hand around Castiel's half-hard cock and bent forward to start suckling at the flesh. Soon Cas was fully erect and letting out little sighs of pleasure as Dean worked him over, sucking him down properly.
Looking down at his mate, Cas slowly felt his world righting itself again. He'd been thrown off-balance when Gabriel had screamed out for him, so much so that he'd left without thinking of how Dean would react beyond the knowledge that he'd keep Castiel's body safe.
Now, however, things were starting to look better. Dean clearly forgave him for his actions, they didn't have to talk about it, and they could move straight on to the make-up sex.
Deciding that currently the pleasure was all one-way, Cas reluctantly - but forcibly - removed his dick from Dean's mouth. He delighted in the disappointed sound that fell from Dean's lips, though he knew his mate would deny it.
“On your back,” Cas gently pushed at Dean's shoulder. At that, Dean gladly lay back, arms behind his head, giving Cas his best 'I'm sexy and you know it, so get down here' look. He had a few of those, actually.
“Cheeky,” Cas muttered as he lowered himself down to press a brief but intense kiss to his mate. “Love you anyway.”
“Yeah,” Dean shifted, suddenly embarrassed. “Uh, you...”
Cas smiled and pecked his lips again. He knew the truth, he didn't need Dean to say it, and he felt Dean relax under him as he realised it too.
Then he pulled back and arranged himself so that he could grasp Dean's cock and start licking at it, while Dean could resume the interrupted blowjob.
“A sixty-nine? Kinky angel,” Dean muttered, a smile in his voice, even as he took hold of the dick above his face. Castiel pulled back and looked down his body.
“Does that mean you want me to stop? We could try something more conventional if you want...”
“Don't you dare,” Dean glared back, before returning his attention to Castiel's cock.
“As you wish,” Castiel smiled before continuing to lap at Dean. Once he was coated in saliva, Cas wrapped a hand around the base of his dick and slowly jerked him, while sucking lightly on the tip. He felt as Dean moaned around the cock in his own mouth, heightening the sensations, and couldn't keep himself from thrusting lightly with his hips. Given that Dean started moving his head in time with the thrusts, it didn't seem to bother him too much.
Cas slowly let himself stop thinking, and just felt the sensations of Dean's dick heavy in his mouth, wet suction around his own cock, and Dean arching up now and then to press their torsos together. He was vaguely aware of time passing, but didn't pay much attention to it.
Eventually, Castiel felt his orgasm building, and pulled off briefly to inform Dean - who just continued to bob his head, sucking a little harder. Cas' hips moved with a little more force, and he started caressing Dean's balls in an attempt to get him off soon as well. Then his concentration blanked out as came in Dean's mouth, hips stuttering as he was stroked through it.
Cas was almost taken by surprise at the first taste of Dean's orgasm hitting his tongue, but quickly swallowed and kept suckling, taking everything Dean had to offer.
~*~
Dean let Cas move them until he was satisfied, Cas lying on his back with Dean curled up half on his chest, cocooned in wings. They traded lazy kisses, the taste of each other mingling in their mouths, until Dean was too tired to keep his eyes open. The last day had taken its toll on him - first worry about Cas, then a rather nice blowjob. Since he knew his mate, Cas would probably want to have sex later as well, just to reassure himself that they were both all right. He had no objections to that.
“Go to sleep,” Castiel spoke then, and Dean heard the fondness in his tone. “We'll finish up later.”
“Of course we will,” Dean mumbled, but he let himself drift off, perfectly content.
One of these days, he'd thank Gabriel for everything he'd given Dean and his family.
~*~
Gabriel lay back on the beach, smiling in contentment as he summoned whatever drink he felt like. Life was good again for the Archangel, who was back posing as Loki and other assorted Trickster types. The Apocalypse had been derailed, Lucifer was no longer a threat - here he felt a slight pang of regret, but he was good at ignoring it by now - and Dean was treating Cas right. They were a good couple, he thought.
Sam was still a bit of a wild card, but he seemed to be doing well. He'd fully kicked the demon-blood habit, and was giving his brother all the support he needed. Together, the Winchesters still roamed the country dealing with evil beasties and the general fallout of the failed Apocalypse, but they didn't have a Big Bad chasing them, or anything similar.
Castiel, meanwhile, was truly happy for the first time in his existence. He had a mate, he helped out with hunts, and his Grace was fully restored. One of the first things he'd done was heal Bobby, who was dealing well with the whole situation. Cas also had a true brother in Gabriel, who found himself quite fond of the little angel who'd managed to start thinking for himself. In his opinion, more of their brethren needed to do so.
And Dean... Gabriel smiled as his thoughts turned to the Righteous Man. Dean was centred and focused, an even more fearsome hunter than his father had been, but had a compassionate edge to him that meant they only hunted truly evil creatures. He clearly benefited from having Cas and Sam by his side.
Drinking up the last of his incredibly sweet milkshake, Gabriel stood and wandered on down the beach. Now that he'd fixed up that little group, it was time to get back to his old job. There were some bankers that rather desperately needed the attention of a Trickster.
~Fin~
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“Cute couple, aren't they?” Gabriel grinned across at him.
“Yeah,” Sam nodded. He still hadn't completely forgiven the Archangel for everything he'd put them through over the last few years - Winchesters could hold grudges like it was an Olympic sport - but Gabriel was slowly worming his way into Team Free Will.
“It's good to see another angel thinking for himself,” Gabriel continued. “So many of them just blindly follow orders... Castiel's gonna be fine, though. He's got Dean to balance him out, keep him thinking of humanity.”
Sam considered that, then turned to look more fully at Gabriel.
“Is that why you pushed them together?” He asked, slowly starting to understand. “To stop Cas from falling and becoming like Lucifer?”
“One reason,” Gabriel nodded. He seemed in a sombre mood tonight, which left Sam a little on edge. “With his Grace tied to Dean, Castiel will be safe no matter what happens. And let's face it... I did kinda owe you two for dicking you around.”
Knowing that was as close to an apology as he was likely to get, Sam smiled a little at Gabriel. It sometimes worried him just how similar Gabriel and Dean were, though Dean was a little more open with his feelings since getting together with Cas.
“Well,” Gabriel stood then, brushing imaginary lint from his shoulders as Dean and Cas approached the table, “I'm off. Might see you around some time... probably not though. Take care of yourself, Sammy.” He ruffled Sam's hair, and before Sam could retaliate, was gone.
“What was that about?” Dean asked. Sam just shrugged, confused.
“Guess he got sick of staying in one place. Sounded like he was taking off.”
~*~
Sometimes, Gabriel really hated being the only Archangel who cared about humanity. He loved his brothers, particularly Lucifer, but he finally saw that he had to act. No more sitting on the fence, no more keeping out of it. Time to choose a side.
Drawing the final symbol onto the ground, Gabriel let the barriers shielding him from detection fall away, then called out.
“Lucifer! Brother, I'm here. Please... come to me!”
~*~
A few days after the incident at the bar, Sam, Dean and Cas were in another hotel room trying to figure out what was going on in the town, when Castiel suddenly doubled over in apparent pain.
“Cas? Cas!” Dean was by his side in an instant, running his hands over the angel and trying to find the problem. “What's wrong? What's happened?”
“Gabriel...” Cas whispered. “No...” With that, he slipped into unconsciousness.
~*~
Dean was terrified. He'd sent Sam to try and summon Gabriel, but nothing had happened. Sam said that he'd tried every name he could think of that Gabriel went by, and all were bust. They'd tried calling Bobby, but while the old hunter had promised to look into it, he didn't have many ideas.
Meanwhile, Dean lay on the bed with Castiel, holding him and hoping that he'd wake up soon. He didn't know what else to do, and while he wanted to find a bad guy and shoot them, he didn't think it would do much good in this situation.
“Come on Cas,” he pleaded in a whisper. “Don't do this to me. Don't... you can't leave me. Not now.”
There was no answer.
~*~
An hour later, Dean heard Sam swear softly at his laptop.
“What's wrong?” Dean looked over, filled with dread.
“News article,” Sam was frowning at the screen. “Big disaster in Alaska. Unpopulated area, so no one was hurt but... it looks almost like...”
“Like what?”
“Like a pair of Archangels had a battle.”
Dean blinked as things clicked into place.
“You think... Gabriel took on Lucifer?”
“Yeah, it looks like it. But I can't tell who won.”
“Shit.”
“Pretty much,” Sam agreed. Dean held Cas closer, running a hand over his wings.
“Doesn't explain why Cas is suddenly a vegetable,” he muttered.
Sam had no answer for that.
~*~
Four hours had passed since Cas had collapsed. One minute Dean was watching him, willing him to wake up, and the next Castiel's eyes were open and focused on him.
“Cas? You back with us?” Dean knew that he was pleading, and didn't care.
“Yes Dean,” Castiel responded, sounding exhausted. “I'm back. I apologise for-” He was cut off as Dean kissed him hard. Cas kissed back immediately, wings wrapping around Dean as much as they could. Finding that this wasn't enough, Castiel lifted Dean and moved so that he was sitting with his human on his lap, all without breaking the kiss.
“Don't ever do that again,” Dean finally pulled away and tried to glare at Cas. He had a feeling that his relief somewhat dampened the effect though.
“I do not foresee it happening again,” Castiel nodded. “There are very few angels left who I would put myself in danger for.”
“So Gabriel went up against Lucifer?” Dean asked, heart pounding. Castiel stroked his back and nuzzled into his neck.
“Yes. Gabriel used the tricks he has learned on Earth to his advantage, and after many hours managed to defeat the devil. But he was grievously injured. I had to go to him, had to heal him and find a way to keep him safe.”
“You couldn't give us some warning?”
“No,” Castiel looked contrite. “There was no time. I had to leave my vessel and heal Gabriel in our true forms.”
“Oh.” They stayed curled up together for a few minutes. “Where's Gabriel now?”
“His vessel was destroyed beyond repair,” Castiel informed him. “We had to find another, while also keeping out of sight of the other angels, all while Gabriel was still healing. I am surprised that it didn't take us longer, but we found a suitable teenage boy in a bad home. Gabriel gave him a way out, and the boy took it.”
“Okay,” Dean shifted a little. He wasn't entirely down with the whole stealing-lives thing that happened when an angel took a vessel, but he could hardly complain when it allowed him to have Castiel.
“Cas!” Sam came back in then, and immediately ran over. “You're okay! We were worried about you.”
“I am fine,” Castiel confirmed. “Lucifer is gone. Gabriel is healing. He would most likely have died if I had not gone to him.” Before Sam could comment, Cas went on. “Now I'm going to take Dean away and have sex with him until we both feel better. We shall return after.”
Dean opened his mouth to protest, noting that Sam looked rather disturbed, but Cas had already spread his wings and with a strong flap, they were gone from the room.
~*~
Castiel knew that Dean would protest once they landed and want to talk. For someone who claimed to hate chick-flick moments, Dean initiated an awful lot of them. This time, Cas had no desire to indulge him and talk about anything.
As soon as they landed in a forest, far away from any humans, angels or other sentient beings, Cas claimed Dean's lips and ran his hands beneath his shirt, over the human's back. Though he stumbled a little at first, soon Dean was kissing back, always easily distracted by sex.
Filled with an overwhelming urge to be inside his mate, Cas made short work of undressing them both. Dean was apparently more than happy to go along with this plan, and almost before Cas could keep track they were both naked.
Dean pulled back a little then and winked at Cas before dropping to his knees. Completely fine with this, Castiel lightly ran his fingers through Dean's hair, and trailed his wing tips over Dean's skin.
“Fuck Cas,” Dean spoke for the first time, and Castiel had to smile. Of course those were his words... Dean couldn't keep a civil tongue in his head if his life depended on it, and since Cas wasn't easily offended by language, Dean didn't often bother to censor himself when they were together.
“In time,” Castiel responded. He knew how much Dean loved it when he could carry on a conversation during their intimate moments. Of course, they both enjoyed themselves when they were too far gone to say anything with real meaning too.
Dean rolled his eyes at Castiel's sass, but didn't let it deter him from his self-appointed task. Instead he wrapped one hand around Castiel's half-hard cock and bent forward to start suckling at the flesh. Soon Cas was fully erect and letting out little sighs of pleasure as Dean worked him over, sucking him down properly.
Looking down at his mate, Cas slowly felt his world righting itself again. He'd been thrown off-balance when Gabriel had screamed out for him, so much so that he'd left without thinking of how Dean would react beyond the knowledge that he'd keep Castiel's body safe.
Now, however, things were starting to look better. Dean clearly forgave him for his actions, they didn't have to talk about it, and they could move straight on to the make-up sex.
Deciding that currently the pleasure was all one-way, Cas reluctantly - but forcibly - removed his dick from Dean's mouth. He delighted in the disappointed sound that fell from Dean's lips, though he knew his mate would deny it.
“On your back,” Cas gently pushed at Dean's shoulder. At that, Dean gladly lay back, arms behind his head, giving Cas his best 'I'm sexy and you know it, so get down here' look. He had a few of those, actually.
“Cheeky,” Cas muttered as he lowered himself down to press a brief but intense kiss to his mate. “Love you anyway.”
“Yeah,” Dean shifted, suddenly embarrassed. “Uh, you...”
Cas smiled and pecked his lips again. He knew the truth, he didn't need Dean to say it, and he felt Dean relax under him as he realised it too.
Then he pulled back and arranged himself so that he could grasp Dean's cock and start licking at it, while Dean could resume the interrupted blowjob.
“A sixty-nine? Kinky angel,” Dean muttered, a smile in his voice, even as he took hold of the dick above his face. Castiel pulled back and looked down his body.
“Does that mean you want me to stop? We could try something more conventional if you want...”
“Don't you dare,” Dean glared back, before returning his attention to Castiel's cock.
“As you wish,” Castiel smiled before continuing to lap at Dean. Once he was coated in saliva, Cas wrapped a hand around the base of his dick and slowly jerked him, while sucking lightly on the tip. He felt as Dean moaned around the cock in his own mouth, heightening the sensations, and couldn't keep himself from thrusting lightly with his hips. Given that Dean started moving his head in time with the thrusts, it didn't seem to bother him too much.
Cas slowly let himself stop thinking, and just felt the sensations of Dean's dick heavy in his mouth, wet suction around his own cock, and Dean arching up now and then to press their torsos together. He was vaguely aware of time passing, but didn't pay much attention to it.
Eventually, Castiel felt his orgasm building, and pulled off briefly to inform Dean - who just continued to bob his head, sucking a little harder. Cas' hips moved with a little more force, and he started caressing Dean's balls in an attempt to get him off soon as well. Then his concentration blanked out as came in Dean's mouth, hips stuttering as he was stroked through it.
Cas was almost taken by surprise at the first taste of Dean's orgasm hitting his tongue, but quickly swallowed and kept suckling, taking everything Dean had to offer.
~*~
Dean let Cas move them until he was satisfied, Cas lying on his back with Dean curled up half on his chest, cocooned in wings. They traded lazy kisses, the taste of each other mingling in their mouths, until Dean was too tired to keep his eyes open. The last day had taken its toll on him - first worry about Cas, then a rather nice blowjob. Since he knew his mate, Cas would probably want to have sex later as well, just to reassure himself that they were both all right. He had no objections to that.
“Go to sleep,” Castiel spoke then, and Dean heard the fondness in his tone. “We'll finish up later.”
“Of course we will,” Dean mumbled, but he let himself drift off, perfectly content.
One of these days, he'd thank Gabriel for everything he'd given Dean and his family.
~*~
Gabriel lay back on the beach, smiling in contentment as he summoned whatever drink he felt like. Life was good again for the Archangel, who was back posing as Loki and other assorted Trickster types. The Apocalypse had been derailed, Lucifer was no longer a threat - here he felt a slight pang of regret, but he was good at ignoring it by now - and Dean was treating Cas right. They were a good couple, he thought.
Sam was still a bit of a wild card, but he seemed to be doing well. He'd fully kicked the demon-blood habit, and was giving his brother all the support he needed. Together, the Winchesters still roamed the country dealing with evil beasties and the general fallout of the failed Apocalypse, but they didn't have a Big Bad chasing them, or anything similar.
Castiel, meanwhile, was truly happy for the first time in his existence. He had a mate, he helped out with hunts, and his Grace was fully restored. One of the first things he'd done was heal Bobby, who was dealing well with the whole situation. Cas also had a true brother in Gabriel, who found himself quite fond of the little angel who'd managed to start thinking for himself. In his opinion, more of their brethren needed to do so.
And Dean... Gabriel smiled as his thoughts turned to the Righteous Man. Dean was centred and focused, an even more fearsome hunter than his father had been, but had a compassionate edge to him that meant they only hunted truly evil creatures. He clearly benefited from having Cas and Sam by his side.
Drinking up the last of his incredibly sweet milkshake, Gabriel stood and wandered on down the beach. Now that he'd fixed up that little group, it was time to get back to his old job. There were some bankers that rather desperately needed the attention of a Trickster.
~Fin~
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