All Dogs Go to Heaven (Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel |PG)
Title: All Dogs Go to Heaven
Author: kijikun
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Implied Dean/Castiel, Implied Gabriel/Sam
Beta: schmevil
Word Count: 777
Spoilers: Up to 5x08
Warnings/labels: Debate on the souls of dogs
A/N: Based off this macro. And written with the encouragement of my best fandom enabler schmevil
Summary: In which two brothers argue and pie is eaten by all.
"Why are you eating pie?" Castiel asks Gabriel. He sits down in the dinner booth beside Dean. There is a piece in front of Dean and another piece in front of the spot next to Gabriel - where Sam had been sitting a few moments before. There is no pie in front of Castiel's 'spot'.
Gabriel looks up mid-bite. "Because it's good pie?"
Dean, mouth full of pie, grunts in agreement.
"We don't eat pie."
"Well I'm eating pie, little brother," Gabriel tells him, cutting into the piece again with his fork. He eats the overly large forkful with overly exaggerated glee. Though it was similar to the expression Dean often wore when he ate an especially good piece of pie, Gabriel had not the need nor the right to look that happy about apple pie.
"The fact remains that we do not need to eat, let alone eat pie," Castiel points out.
Gabriel takes another slow bite of pie as if to prove a point. And knowing his brother it probably is to prove some point, like that Gabriel is an asshole. Castiel thinks Dean would be proud of that thought, but Dean is probably too busy to care. Pie seems to take a great deal of concentration, and involves a great many little noises that make would make Castiel feel a bit jealous of the pie if he were human. Which he is not.
"We may not need pie, but I want pie. In particular I want this piece of pie, right now," Gabriel says smugly. "You know all about wanting things, Castiel." His eyes move meaningfully towards Dean, who is thankfully ignoring them.
"Wanting pie is not the same as wanting other things, brother," Castiel protests. "I want to find our Father, that is different." He does want other things but he is certainly not going to admit that to an Archangel, even if the Archangel is Gabriel.
"What are they arguing about now?" Sam asks in Dean's general direction, arriving back at the table with his arms full of books. "Oh hey, pie."
There is a moment, while Dean swallows his mouthful of pie, where Gabriel and Sam lock eyes. Sam frowns, narrows his eyes, and tilts his head to the side. Gabriel smiles back, then frowns, then glances away with a look Castiel can only think of as guilt. Castiel is amused this all takes place in the space of ten seconds. Then his elder brother is standing up so Sam can slide into the booth. Sam grins at Gabriel, looking half triumphant, half-affectionate. Gabriel shakes his head, but smiles before going back to his pie - Castiel wonders if his brother knows how clear the fondness he feels for Sam is written on his face.
"That's what they're arguing about," Dean tells Sam.
"About what?" Sam picks up his fork with one hand and opens one of the books with another. Gabriel reaches across Sam to snag another book.
Dean smirks. "Pie."
Sam gives both Castiel and Gabriel an incredulous look. "You guys are arguing about pie? Jeez, you two would argue about dogs going to heaven wouldn't you?"
Gabriel frowns. "Only humans go to Heaven, Sam. As is clearly stated in the Bible, and I'm afraid that rather quirky animated movie lied to millions of children."
"Our Father loves all his creations, Gabriel," Castiel reminds him. "Dogs included."
"Dogs do not have souls, baby brother," Gabriel says firmly, it's almost his Archangel voice. "This is not open for debate."
Castiel isn’t as intimidated as he once would have been. "Good dogs with masters that love and believe in our Father, will go to Heaven."
"Being a good dog doesn't factor into it," Gabriel says, jabbing his fork in the air. "And neither does the owner converting, magically grant the dog a soul."
"That's very small minded of you," Castiel says serenely. Beside him, Dean shakes with barely contained laughter.
Gabriel frowns a bit deeper, ignoring his pie now. "Look, dogs are animals. There aren't any rocks in heaven either."
"All rocks go to heaven?" suggests Sam with a laugh, stealing a bit of whipped cream from Gabriel's pie.
"Hey," Gabriel protests, but he laughs, and proceeds to steal a bite of Sam's pie in retaliation.
Dean shakes his head and holds out his fork to Castiel. "Cas, want some pie?"
"Yes, thank you," he says, eating the offered morsel from Dean's fork.
"Next time," Dean says, patting his leg affectionately under the table. "You can just ask for some, instead of picking a fight with your brother."
Castiel smiles. "I'll try to remember that, Dean."
Author: kijikun
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Implied Dean/Castiel, Implied Gabriel/Sam
Beta: schmevil
Word Count: 777
Spoilers: Up to 5x08
Warnings/labels: Debate on the souls of dogs
A/N: Based off this macro. And written with the encouragement of my best fandom enabler schmevil
Summary: In which two brothers argue and pie is eaten by all.
"Why are you eating pie?" Castiel asks Gabriel. He sits down in the dinner booth beside Dean. There is a piece in front of Dean and another piece in front of the spot next to Gabriel - where Sam had been sitting a few moments before. There is no pie in front of Castiel's 'spot'.
Gabriel looks up mid-bite. "Because it's good pie?"
Dean, mouth full of pie, grunts in agreement.
"We don't eat pie."
"Well I'm eating pie, little brother," Gabriel tells him, cutting into the piece again with his fork. He eats the overly large forkful with overly exaggerated glee. Though it was similar to the expression Dean often wore when he ate an especially good piece of pie, Gabriel had not the need nor the right to look that happy about apple pie.
"The fact remains that we do not need to eat, let alone eat pie," Castiel points out.
Gabriel takes another slow bite of pie as if to prove a point. And knowing his brother it probably is to prove some point, like that Gabriel is an asshole. Castiel thinks Dean would be proud of that thought, but Dean is probably too busy to care. Pie seems to take a great deal of concentration, and involves a great many little noises that make would make Castiel feel a bit jealous of the pie if he were human. Which he is not.
"We may not need pie, but I want pie. In particular I want this piece of pie, right now," Gabriel says smugly. "You know all about wanting things, Castiel." His eyes move meaningfully towards Dean, who is thankfully ignoring them.
"Wanting pie is not the same as wanting other things, brother," Castiel protests. "I want to find our Father, that is different." He does want other things but he is certainly not going to admit that to an Archangel, even if the Archangel is Gabriel.
"What are they arguing about now?" Sam asks in Dean's general direction, arriving back at the table with his arms full of books. "Oh hey, pie."
There is a moment, while Dean swallows his mouthful of pie, where Gabriel and Sam lock eyes. Sam frowns, narrows his eyes, and tilts his head to the side. Gabriel smiles back, then frowns, then glances away with a look Castiel can only think of as guilt. Castiel is amused this all takes place in the space of ten seconds. Then his elder brother is standing up so Sam can slide into the booth. Sam grins at Gabriel, looking half triumphant, half-affectionate. Gabriel shakes his head, but smiles before going back to his pie - Castiel wonders if his brother knows how clear the fondness he feels for Sam is written on his face.
"That's what they're arguing about," Dean tells Sam.
"About what?" Sam picks up his fork with one hand and opens one of the books with another. Gabriel reaches across Sam to snag another book.
Dean smirks. "Pie."
Sam gives both Castiel and Gabriel an incredulous look. "You guys are arguing about pie? Jeez, you two would argue about dogs going to heaven wouldn't you?"
Gabriel frowns. "Only humans go to Heaven, Sam. As is clearly stated in the Bible, and I'm afraid that rather quirky animated movie lied to millions of children."
"Our Father loves all his creations, Gabriel," Castiel reminds him. "Dogs included."
"Dogs do not have souls, baby brother," Gabriel says firmly, it's almost his Archangel voice. "This is not open for debate."
Castiel isn’t as intimidated as he once would have been. "Good dogs with masters that love and believe in our Father, will go to Heaven."
"Being a good dog doesn't factor into it," Gabriel says, jabbing his fork in the air. "And neither does the owner converting, magically grant the dog a soul."
"That's very small minded of you," Castiel says serenely. Beside him, Dean shakes with barely contained laughter.
Gabriel frowns a bit deeper, ignoring his pie now. "Look, dogs are animals. There aren't any rocks in heaven either."
"All rocks go to heaven?" suggests Sam with a laugh, stealing a bit of whipped cream from Gabriel's pie.
"Hey," Gabriel protests, but he laughs, and proceeds to steal a bite of Sam's pie in retaliation.
Dean shakes his head and holds out his fork to Castiel. "Cas, want some pie?"
"Yes, thank you," he says, eating the offered morsel from Dean's fork.
"Next time," Dean says, patting his leg affectionately under the table. "You can just ask for some, instead of picking a fight with your brother."
Castiel smiles. "I'll try to remember that, Dean."