Spn: Mistakes We Make 06
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: The Gabriel/Lucian showdown. I had great satisfaction writing that part. And Castiel seems determined to turn this into a threesome fic…
Chapter rating: M for drug addiction, mentions of psychological abuse, bit of language, brotherly snogging.
-MWM-
The walk home took longer than Gabriel expected, what with Castiel's highly altered perceptions of reality. He kept stopping to investigate things like a curious puppy, but refused to remove his arm from around Gabriel's waist. Gabriel wasn't entirely sure whether to laugh or cry at the whole situation.
They ran into their next problem when they arrived back at the house. As soon as Castiel realised where they were - which wasn't until halfway up the drive - he dug his heels in and refused to move, nearly throwing Gabriel off balance.
"No!" Cas declared, glaring at the house like a petulant five year old. Gabriel blinked in confusion.
"C'mon, Castiel, we need to get you cleaned up," he tried to reason.
"Don't wanna. Lucian's in there. He's mean."
Gabriel felt things moving around in his head, slowly falling into place even as he tried to deny it. Sure, Lucian and Castiel had never been particularly close, but surely things weren't that bad.
A glance at the way Cas was holding himself, however, told Gabriel that yes, things between his brothers were that bad. He felt like an idiot for no knowing about it, and silently promised to make things better.
"Look, Castiel… I'm here now, it's gonna be okay. Like it used to be-"
"Before you left?" Cas gave a bitter laugh that sounded just plain wrong to Gabriel's ears. "Why should I trust you when you're just gonna leave again?"
"Castiel, I won't-"
"Yes you will. Everyone leaves me. Dean, you… Michael can't stand to be home more than a few days with me around, he's always leaving again. Mom left before I was even breathing, Dad never wanted me to begin with - he left to get away from me. Lucian's the only one who stays, and I'm pretty sure it's only to make sure I'm miserable."
Gabriel's insides clenched at the sudden outpouring, and fought to keep his breathing steady. Was that really how Castiel saw his life? If so, he could understand why his little brother had turned to drugs to make things better. He didn't like it one bit, but if Castiel thought that he didn't have anyone to rely on…
"I'm not leaving you alone again," Gabriel spoke low and clear, grabbing Castiel's chin and forcing him to look him in the eye. "This time when I go back to Los Angeles, you're coming with me."
"…What?" Cas whispered, trying to focus on Gabriel.
"I want you to come back with me," he repeated. "If I'd known how much you were hurting I'd have come and gotten you sooner, work be damned. But I know now, and I'm not leaving you here again. So we're gonna get you cleaned up and pack your things, then we're leaving together."
"Together," Cas repeated already looking a little more hopeful. Gabriel nodded, and once again found Castiel leaning forward to kiss him. This time it was just a quick brush of lips, and Cas grinned at him after, though Gabriel glared a little.
"You've got to stop doing that," he muttered. "Seriously Cas, you're my brother, remember?" He paused and blinked as something occurred to him, then let out a laugh. "Never thought I'd see the day when I had to remind you about propriety."
"Fuck propriety," Castiel muttered as he wrapped himself around Gabriel again, nuzzling into the warmth his brother provided. Gabriel sighed and attempted to pull him into the house again. Once more, however, Castiel proved reluctant to go inside, and Gabriel realised he'd have to resort to more drastic measures.
"CASTIEL MISHA NOVAK!" He shouted, making Cas jump and look at him in shock. "Get your scrawny ass in that house and get cleaned up! I'm not taking you on a plane smelling like an art student's dorm room! MOVE!"
That was enough to override Castiel's drug-addled brain, and he was quickly scrambling up the porch steps and through the door, Gabriel following at a slower pace. Once Cas had disappeared in the direction of the bathroom, Lucian came out of his study and raised an eyebrow at Gabriel.
"I take it you convinced the brat to clean up?"
Gabriel turned and stared at his brother, rage once more sweeping through him. The things that Cas had said before… It sounded like something he'd been told over and over again. Add the part about Lucian only staying to make him miserable, and the pieces clicked.
"Lucian, you're my brother, and I love you," he took a deep breath. "But you're a great big back of dicks."
"What did you-"
"You've been telling him that he's worthless, haven't you?" Gabriel pushed on, appalled at how his family had fallen apart. "You were supposed to take care of him, and instead you've been piling all that shit on him about how everyone's gonna leave him. It's no wonder he prefers to be high or drunk if this is what home's become!"
"I never asked to be his father!" Lucian shouted, pushed to his own breaking point. "I was still a kid when Dad left, I remember when we used to be a family! Then Cas came and everything fell apart. We'd have been better off without him."
Gabriel's arm moved before his brain caught up with it, and he punched Lucian in the jaw. The two brothers stared at each other in shock for several minutes before Cas reappeared. He obviously hadn't cleaned up, just packed a few of his things before overhearing the argument. Gabriel turned to him and felt rage again - Cas looked more shocked that someone would stand up for him than hurt at the things Lucian had been saying.
"C'mon Cas," Gabriel held out his hand, and Castiel quickly latched onto him again. "We're leaving together this time."
With that, Gabriel pulled Cas out of the house and back towards his hire-car. They'd stay at a hotel in Washington until it was time to fly back to California, and hopefully by then he'd have convinced Cas to start detoxing.
-MWM-
Castiel was silent on the drive into Washington. He didn't speak at all as Gabriel took care of finding them a room and - for some reason - requesting a few buckets and plenty of towels. He was too confused to really take anything in. All he knew was that Gabriel was back, and had promised not to leave him. He had to make sure that he didn't do anything to drive Gabriel away, had to do whatever it took to make him stay.
-MWM-
Gabriel was unaware of his little brother's train of thought. He'd managed to charm the lady at the front desk into believing that Cas was ill - not that it had taken much effort, with the way Castiel had become listless and leaned against him - and giving them a discounted room until Friday. Soon enough he'd put their things away, and was tugging Castiel into the bathroom.
"Castiel, I know you want to go to sleep, but I meant what I said earlier. You need to wash, and then you can sleep. I promise."
"You too," Cas muttered as he followed, eyes half-lidded as a rather stupid plan started to form.
"Me too what?"
"You wash too."
"Of course, Cas," Gabriel grinned a little, confused. "I'll have you know that I bathe every day."
"No," Cas moved closer again, and Gabriel's eyes widened as he realised what Castiel was proposing. "You. Me. Shower. Now."
"Whoa there, little brother," Gabriel put his hands up at chest height, stopping Castiel's advance. "Remember that talk we had before? This really isn't brotherly conduct." Castiel simply tilted his head and watched Gabriel, which was really creeping him out. "Why are you so insistent on this anyway?" Gabriel figured that if he could find that out, he might be able to work out a way to stop Cas hitting on him.
"Need you to stay," Castiel said plainly, stepping forward again so Gabriel's hands were flat on his chest. "Have to make sure you stay. If I'm a good boy for you, you'll want to stay with me."
"Cas… no," Gabriel fought to find words. How much damage had been done to Castiel… how much damage had he done to himself? "You don't have to sleep with me to make me stay. I promise, I'll stay anyway."
"But you left before," came the petulant response. "You'll leave again."
"No, I won't. I'll never leave you again. Let's just… let's just get to tomorrow with no more kissing or fondling or anything, okay? You need to be in your right mind when we have this talk."
With that, Gabriel fled the bathroom, feeling the urge to go get drunk himself. But right now, that would do more harm than good, so he instead stripped one of the beds and covered it in towels and arranged the buckets within easy reach. The next few days were going to be difficult - coming off a cocktail mix of drugs was going to get messy, and he didn't know of anyone he could call to help out. Well, no one here anyway - he had friends back in California, several of whom would know what to do. Maybe he should send them an email for suggestions.
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