XOVER: Skin Tight Jeans (SPN/GLEE) 1/3
Title: Skin Tight Jeans
Author: operationhades
Beta: ego_centrisme (guh, thank you so much. <3)
Fandoms: Supernatural/Glee
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Debriel (Gabriel/Dean)
Warnings: Spoiler for Season 2 SPN & Season 2 Glee. Smut.
Word Count: 4.7K~ (this chapter), 19K~ (all)
Summary: Gabriel hates his life. Being one of the older siblings of a long line of Novak's going to Darlton Academy for Boys is boring, back home it's hell, and the only good thing in his life is being friends with the troubled, possibly tone-deaf, Dean Winchester of McKinley High.
AN: I like crossovers okay? Will upload the next bit in a few days! (P.S. No skin tight jeans were harmed in the making of this story. And Blaine sings Katy Perry better than Katy Perry sings Katy Perry, right?)
SKIN TIGHT JEANS
PART ONE
Gabriel hated school. Granted, he hated his whole damn life actually, but school was such a particular hate he had to separate it from everything else. Darlton Academy was everything Gabriel wasn't. Posh, high class, orderly, strict and absolutely no fun. Who the hell made kids in this day and age wear uniforms anyway? But no~oo, Darlton was prestigious. Darlton had a high fee which just meant spoilt kids and 'quality'. More importantly, Darlton was the 'whatever the hell the Latin phrase was' for the Novak family.
"The Alma Matar." Balzathar drawled, rolling his eyes at Gabriel's rant.
Whatever. He still hated this place.
The lessons were all stuffy and boring. Everybody was expected to get full marks as if they were all mini geniuses or whatever. The teachers had no creativity whatsoever and the students even less. When Gabriel first joined - already dreading the next three years because, what the fuck was up with this uniform? - he'd been told the only thing 'fun' here was the Warblers.
The Warblers.
Somebody just kill him.
But even he had to admit they were pretty damn good, and pretty cool too. And heck yeah, if they let Gabriel sing his rock songs and Katy Pery's California Girls with obnoxious pouting of his lips and little hip sways, then he was all happy. He hated the damn bird though - roll your eyes again Balzathar and you'll be blind by tomorrow - almost got it killed while being forced to take care of it. So he hated the school, and he hated his life, and he most definitely hated the damn bird. But what could he do? He was stuck here until he could graduate and run off to college under the pretence of studying abroad. Yeah, definitely. He'd go somewhere awesome and cool like... Norway. Or some similar countries. He totally had a thing for the Scandinavians.
"You guys can go home by yourselves?" He asked, resting his head on his folded arms.
Balzathar scoffed at him, all dainty and charming, and absolutely thriving at Dalton's, and wrapped an arm around the intense silence of Castiel, who nodded once. Gabriel granted them a quick grin, his two younger siblings one of the only things he liked about his life. Balzathar, while at ease and happy with their life, had a subtle mischievous side and a snarky attitude that made him Gabriel's self proclaimed prodigy. Castiel though... Castiel was just... Castiel.
Gabriel still needed to work on him a bit.
"Going to go run off to your buddy buddy, Gabe?"
Gabriel frowned, sticking his tongue out much to Balzathar's irritation. "His lil' brother's started high school this year and I wanna see how it's been." At Castiel's cocked eyebrow, Gabriel blew out an exasperated breath. "Fine, yeah, whatever.I also want to spy on their Glee Club. So what? They have fun in there. No uniforms."
Waving a hand in the air, Balzathar rolled his eyes. "Whatever, big brother. Just make sure to be home by 8. Michael and Lucifer are coming to visit." At that, both Balzathar and Gabriel scowled heavily while Castiel watched on with only the smallest amount of amusement curling his lips.
As Gabriel stood up and hitched his school bag further up on his uniformed shoulder, Castiel dug through his own bag to take a magazine out and pushed it across the lunch table where they sat. Gabriel picked it up and looked at the cover, seeing cars splashed all over it with a grin.
"I informed Dean I would seek his approval for the car I wish to purchase once I have acquired my license." Castiel explained seriously. "On page 6 is my first choice. Tell him I'm open for discussion."
Saluting with the magazine in hand, Gabriel then stuffed it inside his own bag and bowed theatrically to his freshman siblings. The Novak family was a giant clan of adopted and orphaned children - some were lucky enough to come with siblings while others came alone. Gabriel was one of the first four actual children of their guardians, with twin brothers, Michael and Lucian (nicknamed Lucifer because he was a little bitch like that) being the oldest of their 'distinguished' family. Then there was Raphael, who'd graduated last year and gone off to who knew where, Gabriel - currently senior at Dalton Academy- and finally, Balzathar and Castiel as Juniors. Plus a whole bunch of ragtag adopted children Gabriel didn't know half of. Like that red head chick who hung around Castiel sometimes and who was really, really, pale.
Gabriel would have killed himself if he shared a class with Raphael or, you know, Uriel. Who thankfully had gone off with Michael somewhere to New York or whatever. Shit, it meant he'd be coming back too. Goddamn it, he hated that little stuck up brat even thought Castiel liked him for unfathomable reasons.
Bringing himself back to the present, Gabriel saluted his siblings one more time "Kay, guys. I'm outta here. See ya.", before leaving the school.
Outside, the weather was getting colder, autumn moved on to give way to winter, more clouds in the sky and less sunshine. McKinley High wasn't too far off, especially if he grabbed the bus, and by the time he arrived the bell was ringing just in time to signify the end of the school day.
Taking off his blazer and stuffing it into his bag, Gabriel drifted inside the school and weaved through the numerous corridors, grinning brightly and exuding confidence. Nobody spared him a second glance - why would they? He was just a kid wearing black pants and a white dress shirt. He walked past the football team's lockers room, whistling a tune until he passed in front of a room and immediately stopped when he heard an authoritative voice speak over the babble of teenagers.
"-so we need to start to seriously practise, guys." A man's voice was saying. Gabriel grinned harder, recognising the voice of McKinley High's Glee Club's supervisor - a Mr William Schuester. "And now that we have enough members thanks to Sam," a round of applause. "We can go to the Regionals!"
Sneaking up the door, Gabriel almost squealed in delight when he saw it was wide open. The auditorium was brightly lit, Mr. Schuester's back as usual faced Gabriel, while the cast of New Directions dotted about on the big stage. Creeping into the place with a very strong urge to hum the Mission Impossible tune, Gabriel hid underneath a couple of seats and peaked out, watching the crew of teenagers and their newest blushing member.
Sam Winchester was a gangly looking teen.
Gabriel had been one of the first few to welcome Kurt Hummel to Dalton Academy even if it hadn't been as enthusiastic as Blaine's welcome had been. Those two gay peas in a pod were so adorable together plus the new boy could actually sing, so all was good in Gabriel's world. But Sam Winchester taking on his spot?
Hilarious! Could the kid even sing?
Grinning widely, Gabriel made himself comfortable in his seat, making sure to keep his head ducked, peaking through the gaps of the row in front of him. He took note of the teenagers on the stage, all of them panting and smiling widely and patting the awkward looking Sam on the back. Pouting at the fact it looked like the so called rehearsal was over, he pulled himself across the seats and crawled his way out by using the same route he'd entered in, giving in to his urge and humming the tune to himself while that Rachel Berry ranted on about how talented she was.
By the time he got out, the kids were only just starting to filter towards the exit of the auditorium, heading on home or whatever kids on the lowest rung of the high school ladder did here. Gabriel steered himself out of the room and towards the school's football field, curving round the pitch and into the bleachers.
There, sitting behind the rafters lounging like a lazy lion cat, was Dean.
"Can Sam even sing?" He greeted the older Winchester, his cheeks hurting from the force restraining the grin that wanted to break free.
"Can you?" Dean shot back without missing a beat, scowling off in the direction of jocks entering the field, loud and boisterous. "I'm trying to ignore that Sammy ever did such a stupid thing. Don't remind me."
Plopping down next to him, Gabriel snatched one of Dean's sandwiches and bit into it. "I'm actually impressed." He garbled out, resisting the temptation to moan his pleasure at the tuna salad sandwich he was eating. Sam must have made lunch today - Dean didn't even like tuna. "Never knew he could sing, though."
"I don't think he can!" Dean replied, throwing his hands in the air. An odd noise came from his stomach, causing the green eyed teenager to blush, scowl and stare at his remaining sandwiches in depression. "Dude. Now the whole school'll hate him."
Gabriel perked up, remembering with a startling clarity how McKinley Highs Glee Club were considered losers at their school - way different then how the Warbler's were seen at Dalton. "Ouch. I heard from the new kid over in our group how badly they're treated here. Kid flinches every time he sees a slushie. Especially red ones."
Dean snorted before curling in on himself in desperation. "Dad's going to kill me if Sam gets slushied." He moaned desperately. "Or shoved into lockers. Or verbally abused by Coach Sylvester."
Feeling sorry for the guy, Gabriel dug into his bag and threw the car magazine at Dean, along with two, delicious, turkey sandwiches he bought from the baker round their house. Dean all but pounced on the food first, no qualms about groaning and moaning his pleasure out much to Gabriel's embarrassment before noticing the magazine. "Page 6." Gabriel told him after clearing his throat awkwardly, using the tuna sandwich to point in the magazine's direction. "Cas' choice. Told me to pass it on to you." As Dean flipped through to the designated page, Gabriel peered out at the growing group of footballers, whistling to himself when he saw a kid in a wheelchair getting pushed right into the middle of them. Wheelchair Kid was even wearing the uniform. "What's up with the wheelchair kid?"
"Hell if I know." Dean shrugged without looking up, coming to a stop at page 6 and whistling in awe. "Damn. Cas wants this? Just- damn." He finally glanced up at the football field, watching as the group of teenagers went through training exercises. "Maybe I can get Sam to join the football team too. Balance the uncoolness with the cool. He could totally make quarterback in like, a week."
Raising a single eyebrow in doubt, Gabriel shrugged and turned his attention back to the jocks, watching as Finn Hudson - the current quarterback, he was sure - wheeled around the wheelchair kid with that mohawk guy running alongside them. "So what you gonna do about the Regionals?"
Dean paused, hand stopping halfway in it's journey to put the sandwich in his mouth, and stared at Gabriel uncomprehendingly.
Rolling his eyes at the unflattering look, Gabriel shoved Dean's hand until the food smushed it's way around Dean's mouth, 50/50 on whether it ended up inside or not. "The Regionals, dumbass. Where we all get on a bus and drive somewhere and sing our lungs out in front of an audience and one group wins. What're you gonna do about the driving and going somewhere part? I know your Dad hates anything about Sam being on his own."
"Shit," Dean breathed, licking at a bit of tuna stuck on his upper lip. Gabriel did not eye the wet appendage at all, he didn't watch it leave a glistening trail of saliva over the lip or disappear back into the moist cavity behind sinfully plush lips. He didn't notice any of it, even if he had long ago admitted to himself he liked pretty things. And Dean Winchester was mighty pretty. "Shit! You're right! What the hell do I do? If Dad finds out about this - and he will - he'll force Sam to quit, and then they'll argue and I just can't handle that, Gabe."
Gabriel also understood that if any of the stories Dean had told him about were true, John Winchester would end up putting the blame on Dean for letting his little brother join. Not that Dean could see anything wrong with that; he probably was the only person Gabriel knew who still looked up to their father with something close to hero worship. Gabriel knew criticising the intimidating John Winchester would get you nowhere except in Dean's bad books, so he bit his tongue and kept his opinion of John's reaction to Sam joining a club, to himself.
"Maybe you should just tell Sam now, before it happens." Gabriel suggested, knowing it would get shot down immediately.
As expected, Dean immediately shook his head. "No, no, that's not fair. Sam deserves to do what he wants to, and if singing and getting bullied because of it is what he wants, then he should sing like a canary or whatever. Or you." He scratched at his chin, eyebrows screwing up in thought. "When are these Regionals stuff taking place, you say? Tuesday, right? You kept yapping on about it last time we saw each other."
"Yup." Gabriel answered, pinching his fingers to stop the rush of blood going to his face. He knew he blabbed a lot, took over whole conversations if given the chance, or even if he was just nervous. He always forgot that Dean, unlike others, actually listened to half the stuff he said. Even if he outright zoned out in other places like when Gabriel started making lewd suggestions of Dean and Castiel being together (What? The two were too adorable to be left alone!). That's when he noticed the strange expression on Dean's face. It was the same strange expression Gabriel had seen the day before Dean had rigged his walkman into an EMF meter and dragged Cas off to a 'ghost hunt'. And on the day when Dean was so pissed at a teacher's comment about his family, he stole important parts out of her car so it wouldn't work. Nobody could put the blame on him since Dean hadn't made it well known he was good with cars, or anything to do with his hands for that matter: his freaking Shop grades were barely passable. This look, this was the look that came right before Dean did something completely reckless but that would impress anyone deemed lucky enough to know anyway.
"Gabe." Dean spoke up, voice ominously serious. "I'm going to join Glee Club."
Or maybe it was just due to constipation and Dean was really as stupid as he made people think he was. "What?"
Dean nodded wildly, his eyes gleaming as whatever he was thinking off further cemented into his brain. "Yeah! Then Dad won't be able to complain because I'll be with him. We'll say some crap about the principal forcing me to join for my grades and Sam just joining to keep me company and make sure I actually go. It'll totally work."
Yeah, it might, but, "What about your grades? Won't he get pissed at you for that?"
Dean scoffed. "Seriously? Dad doesn't give a damn as long as I'm not bringing teacher's down on our head. The only reason why he won't let me drop out is because Mom would have wanted me to graduate or something."
Gabriel hummed to himself, thinking about his friend's plan of action, then grinned wickedly. "Oh and you'll sing? You sure they'll even let you in?"
"They accept anyone who wants to join." Dean grinned back. "Even if they suck. Sam told me. Kept going on about how that was awesome and wouldn't hurt anybody's little icky feelings."
"So are you going to sing?" Gabriel countered. "Because I doubt you can join a Glee Club, go to the Regionals and not even sing. Or dance."
"Oh please," Dean waved a hand dismissively. "I'll be a stage hand or something. They always need those. Or a sounding board, tell them when they suck or rock. Everybody could benefit from my awesome musical tastes. You just don't want me to go to the Regionals and whoop your ass."
Shaking his head in amusement, Gabriel licked the remaining sandwich off his fingers before giving Dean a thumbs up. "Challenge accepted. On one condition, though."
"What?"
"I get to watch you apply."
. . .
"Oh, um, hello Dean."
"Hey, Mr. Schuester." Dean Winchester greeted him with a nod, breezing into New Direction's headquarters. He stopped once he was inside, looking around the place with a critical eye, and seemed like he'd expected more. Behind him, a kid Will wasn't familiar with stood with a huge grin, swaying on the balls of his feet. "I want to join Glee Club."
Will blinked, blinked again, put the Spanish papers he'd been grading down before giving Dean his full attention. "You want to join Glee Club." He repeated, the words not entering his brain.
"Yeah," Dean answered him back easily. "Why? You guys are not taking any more people?"
"No! No! We're taking! I'm just... Surprised." He had to be careful about this, about how he worded his bewilderment so as to not offend the Junior. "Sam joined recently and we're glad to have him. I just didn't know you were interested too."
The kid behind Dean gave a "Can he even sing?", but Will was too busy staring as Dean gifted him with a wide, bright grin that was so unlike what Will had seen of him in the two years Dean had been his student. "Exactly." Dean answered, stuffing his hands in his pants. "Sam joined and he keeps babbling about how awesome this place was so I thought I'd give it a chance too. Can't exactly hurt can it?"
"Yeah, yeah, of course." The Spanish teacher answered, clasping his hands together. "We usually get everyone to audition though - nothing big, just you singing any song you want to - and that way we're all on the same page. The guys should be here soon, so why don't you and your friend take a seat?"
"Ohoho!" The kid behind Dean crowed, looking victorious as he skipped across the floor with too much energy, past Dean, and seated himself to a chair. "I told you! I have got to see this!"
Dean's face went pale, and the seventeen year old swallowed thickly before getting a hold on himself and plastering a cocky smirk on his face as he swaggered toward a chair, just like Puckerman. Will mentally groaned as he realised he was going to have two 'badasses' in his club. Those two who would probably be the death of him with all their alpha strutting to one another. He didn't know much about Dean, even with two years of having him in his Spanish class. The teen tended to keep his head down and pass his work, nothing more nothing less. It was hard to be a teacher and not hear some of the stories that passed through the student's grapevine. While three quarters sounded absolutely outlandish (like that story of how Dean was the reason Wilma's car wasn't working), a few were bound to have some matter of truth.
How were the others going to react to this? A few of the girls might be pleased as punch, Will could see Santana particularly enjoying this new development but Rachel was bound to be strongly against it. Maybe Dean being Sam's brother would ease her off a bit and the others who would be opposed to this, considering how everyone had grown incredibly fond of Sam. Will couldn't see any particular conflict happening between the boys, none except from Puck maybe, and then maybe Finn too by extension, but it really all depended on how the first meeting went.
As if feeling and responding to his dread, Rachel's voice boomed from the outside, coming closer and going at frightening speeds. He could also hear the chatter of the other kids around her, meaning most of them, if not all, were here.
They entered in a mess of teenage limbs, each mouth going a mile a minute with some form of greeting to him tossed in. Will watched with curiosity as they all stopped when they spotted Dean sitting on a chair. The only one that didn't freeze was Sam, who recovered almost instantly. He pushed through the crowd and walked toward his brother, only sparing a glance to the other teenager Will still couldn't put a name too. "Dean? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"
Wondering why Sam's reaction had first been that something wrong had happened, Will watched as Dean shook his head, lips pulling into his trademark smirk-grin Will had seen more times than he could count. It was usually directed at a girl in his class who would blush fire engine red. "Nope. You kept yammering on about how great this place was so I wanted to join and maybe see for myself."
Sam's eyebrows burrowed together but Will couldn't tell whether it was from worry or something else. Rachel burst out into a surprising joy and launched into a tirade about how great it was, about how it would benefit New Directions greatly and so on and so forth, while she shared meaningful looks with the others, all following her lead with some form of hesitation.
That's when Will realized why Rachel Berry, one who was all for talent and nothing but the best, wouldn't even demand hearing Dean sing before voicing her opinion. Dean Winchester was famous and Dean Winchester was one of the higher ups on the high school totem pole of popularity. Also, Dean Winchester being in New Directions might help the Glee kids gain some popularity of their own.
He didn't approve of the way the kids, one by one, realized this. Mercedes and Kurt picking up on Rachel's thoughts immediately and cluing the rest in. The reason they should want people to like them - ignoring the fact nobody should care about what other people thought - should be because they were talented, good at what they did, and be appreciated for it. He sighed softly, wondering if he was going to have a word with them when Dean wasn't around but, at the very least, some of their previous acceptance toward the older Winchester might be justified once Dean sang.
It was something he never thought of before: Dean Winchester singing. He didn't usually judge people by their looks, and he wasn't doing that with Dean, really, he wasn't, but everything he knew about Dean spoke of a teenager who was just doing the minimal amount of work in school until he would be done with it all. It meant not joining any projects, not showing any effort in class or homework unless forced too, and it definitely included not joining extracurricular activities. Maybe Sam talking about the Glee Club really piqued Dean's interest. It was a possibility, one Will was definitely willing to accept. He couldn't see any other reason why Dean would join, or anything sinister in the intent. What could he do anyway? See what their set list was and leak it to Sue?
Shit. Sue.
If anyone could find a way to get Dean to work for them, it would be Sue Sylvester. But why would Dean work against the club his little brother was in? And what could she be offering him? Or even blackmailing?
Will didn't know but he'd have to watch Dean carefully from now on.
Speaking of which, Dean was looking a bit overcome with the reception he was receiving, his chair scraping backwards inch by inch as Rachel continued bombarding him for his thoughts on Broadway shows. Will also noticed Sam talking to the kid he still couldn't place. A new kid maybe? Transferred over from another school and not in his Spanish class? That would explain it. He got the strange impression Sam was grilling the teenager about something. The two of them looked at ease with each other, the stranger going so far as to say something that had Sam spluttering and blushing fiercely in embarrassment but Will had a job to do here, and it didn't include eavesdropping on what appeared to be a really interesting conversation.
"So! Everyone!" He shouted above the dim of chatter, clapping his hands loudly to gain everyone's attention. "As you've all found out, Dean is here to join us. You all know the drill by now; you want to join, you audition. So why doesn't everybody sit down so Dean can come up here?"
As soon as he'd finished, Puck sauntered into the room, wheeling Artie in. The two made themselves comfortable in their places with a curious glance at Dean. Puck's eyebrows went up while Artie immediately leaned in to Mike and the two broke down into hushed whispering.
"Come on up, Dean." Will continued on anyway, waving his hand from his place at the piano, encouraging Dean to come up. "Don't worry, you don't have to feel nervous or anything. Just choose your favourite song, or one you like to sing a lot, and just give it a try. Me and the guys with the instruments here will back you back."
A snicker broke out, coming from the corner where the unnamed teenager sat on the edge of his seat, looking eager. Will was surprised to see it did not come from the teenager but from Sam who was desperately trying to smother it into a fist. The unnamed teenager, a lighter shade than Sam's but styled the same, simply smiled wickedly. The two of them starred as Dean, glaring back and fussing with a loose thread on his jeans, stood up and walked toward the centre of the room. Once there, he just stood awkwardly and faced the watching crowd, hands beating out a nervous rhythm against his thighs as he bit into his lip.
A minute or so passed in a similar vein, Dean trying to stall for as long as he could while Will mentally argued the pro's and con's of helping the poor kid out, when they were interrupted by Sam "psst"-ingfrom his corner. As Dean turned to look at him, Sam rolled his eyes and huffed, "Sing Use Somebody like you did yesterday in the shower. You sounded good."
Dean flushed but his eyes narrowed suspiciously at his brother. "Why were you listening to me in the shower for anyway, bitch?"
As Will's finger twitched at the language - the theory about Sue Sylvester looking actually plausible; obviously no love was lost between the brothers - Sam rolled his eyes again while the unnamed teenager turned to Sam with a scandalised look. "He sings in the shower and you never told me? Better yet, recorded it and sent it to me?"
"Just sing it, jerk." Sam replied, completely ignoring the kid next to him. "And stop standing there like a freak."
Dean gritted his teeth together, jaw locked in irritation, but didn't reply, instead turning to face the group again with a determined expression. "Okay so, Kings of Leon, Use Somebody, it is. Uh, is that okay?" He directed the last question at Will and the band, waiting for their nod before nodding decisively to himself. "Okay, um, here goes."
And Dean sang.
"I've been roaming around, looking always down, and all I see;
Painted faces, making places, I can't reach.
You know that I could use somebody.
You know that I could use somebody."
PART TWO
Author: operationhades
Beta: ego_centrisme (guh, thank you so much. <3)
Fandoms: Supernatural/Glee
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Debriel (Gabriel/Dean)
Warnings: Spoiler for Season 2 SPN & Season 2 Glee. Smut.
Word Count: 4.7K~ (this chapter), 19K~ (all)
Summary: Gabriel hates his life. Being one of the older siblings of a long line of Novak's going to Darlton Academy for Boys is boring, back home it's hell, and the only good thing in his life is being friends with the troubled, possibly tone-deaf, Dean Winchester of McKinley High.
AN: I like crossovers okay? Will upload the next bit in a few days! (P.S. No skin tight jeans were harmed in the making of this story. And Blaine sings Katy Perry better than Katy Perry sings Katy Perry, right?)
SKIN TIGHT JEANS
PART ONE
Gabriel hated school. Granted, he hated his whole damn life actually, but school was such a particular hate he had to separate it from everything else. Darlton Academy was everything Gabriel wasn't. Posh, high class, orderly, strict and absolutely no fun. Who the hell made kids in this day and age wear uniforms anyway? But no~oo, Darlton was prestigious. Darlton had a high fee which just meant spoilt kids and 'quality'. More importantly, Darlton was the 'whatever the hell the Latin phrase was' for the Novak family.
"The Alma Matar." Balzathar drawled, rolling his eyes at Gabriel's rant.
Whatever. He still hated this place.
The lessons were all stuffy and boring. Everybody was expected to get full marks as if they were all mini geniuses or whatever. The teachers had no creativity whatsoever and the students even less. When Gabriel first joined - already dreading the next three years because, what the fuck was up with this uniform? - he'd been told the only thing 'fun' here was the Warblers.
The Warblers.
Somebody just kill him.
But even he had to admit they were pretty damn good, and pretty cool too. And heck yeah, if they let Gabriel sing his rock songs and Katy Pery's California Girls with obnoxious pouting of his lips and little hip sways, then he was all happy. He hated the damn bird though - roll your eyes again Balzathar and you'll be blind by tomorrow - almost got it killed while being forced to take care of it. So he hated the school, and he hated his life, and he most definitely hated the damn bird. But what could he do? He was stuck here until he could graduate and run off to college under the pretence of studying abroad. Yeah, definitely. He'd go somewhere awesome and cool like... Norway. Or some similar countries. He totally had a thing for the Scandinavians.
"You guys can go home by yourselves?" He asked, resting his head on his folded arms.
Balzathar scoffed at him, all dainty and charming, and absolutely thriving at Dalton's, and wrapped an arm around the intense silence of Castiel, who nodded once. Gabriel granted them a quick grin, his two younger siblings one of the only things he liked about his life. Balzathar, while at ease and happy with their life, had a subtle mischievous side and a snarky attitude that made him Gabriel's self proclaimed prodigy. Castiel though... Castiel was just... Castiel.
Gabriel still needed to work on him a bit.
"Going to go run off to your buddy buddy, Gabe?"
Gabriel frowned, sticking his tongue out much to Balzathar's irritation. "His lil' brother's started high school this year and I wanna see how it's been." At Castiel's cocked eyebrow, Gabriel blew out an exasperated breath. "Fine, yeah, whatever.I also want to spy on their Glee Club. So what? They have fun in there. No uniforms."
Waving a hand in the air, Balzathar rolled his eyes. "Whatever, big brother. Just make sure to be home by 8. Michael and Lucifer are coming to visit." At that, both Balzathar and Gabriel scowled heavily while Castiel watched on with only the smallest amount of amusement curling his lips.
As Gabriel stood up and hitched his school bag further up on his uniformed shoulder, Castiel dug through his own bag to take a magazine out and pushed it across the lunch table where they sat. Gabriel picked it up and looked at the cover, seeing cars splashed all over it with a grin.
"I informed Dean I would seek his approval for the car I wish to purchase once I have acquired my license." Castiel explained seriously. "On page 6 is my first choice. Tell him I'm open for discussion."
Saluting with the magazine in hand, Gabriel then stuffed it inside his own bag and bowed theatrically to his freshman siblings. The Novak family was a giant clan of adopted and orphaned children - some were lucky enough to come with siblings while others came alone. Gabriel was one of the first four actual children of their guardians, with twin brothers, Michael and Lucian (nicknamed Lucifer because he was a little bitch like that) being the oldest of their 'distinguished' family. Then there was Raphael, who'd graduated last year and gone off to who knew where, Gabriel - currently senior at Dalton Academy- and finally, Balzathar and Castiel as Juniors. Plus a whole bunch of ragtag adopted children Gabriel didn't know half of. Like that red head chick who hung around Castiel sometimes and who was really, really, pale.
Gabriel would have killed himself if he shared a class with Raphael or, you know, Uriel. Who thankfully had gone off with Michael somewhere to New York or whatever. Shit, it meant he'd be coming back too. Goddamn it, he hated that little stuck up brat even thought Castiel liked him for unfathomable reasons.
Bringing himself back to the present, Gabriel saluted his siblings one more time "Kay, guys. I'm outta here. See ya.", before leaving the school.
Outside, the weather was getting colder, autumn moved on to give way to winter, more clouds in the sky and less sunshine. McKinley High wasn't too far off, especially if he grabbed the bus, and by the time he arrived the bell was ringing just in time to signify the end of the school day.
Taking off his blazer and stuffing it into his bag, Gabriel drifted inside the school and weaved through the numerous corridors, grinning brightly and exuding confidence. Nobody spared him a second glance - why would they? He was just a kid wearing black pants and a white dress shirt. He walked past the football team's lockers room, whistling a tune until he passed in front of a room and immediately stopped when he heard an authoritative voice speak over the babble of teenagers.
"-so we need to start to seriously practise, guys." A man's voice was saying. Gabriel grinned harder, recognising the voice of McKinley High's Glee Club's supervisor - a Mr William Schuester. "And now that we have enough members thanks to Sam," a round of applause. "We can go to the Regionals!"
Sneaking up the door, Gabriel almost squealed in delight when he saw it was wide open. The auditorium was brightly lit, Mr. Schuester's back as usual faced Gabriel, while the cast of New Directions dotted about on the big stage. Creeping into the place with a very strong urge to hum the Mission Impossible tune, Gabriel hid underneath a couple of seats and peaked out, watching the crew of teenagers and their newest blushing member.
Sam Winchester was a gangly looking teen.
Gabriel had been one of the first few to welcome Kurt Hummel to Dalton Academy even if it hadn't been as enthusiastic as Blaine's welcome had been. Those two gay peas in a pod were so adorable together plus the new boy could actually sing, so all was good in Gabriel's world. But Sam Winchester taking on his spot?
Hilarious! Could the kid even sing?
Grinning widely, Gabriel made himself comfortable in his seat, making sure to keep his head ducked, peaking through the gaps of the row in front of him. He took note of the teenagers on the stage, all of them panting and smiling widely and patting the awkward looking Sam on the back. Pouting at the fact it looked like the so called rehearsal was over, he pulled himself across the seats and crawled his way out by using the same route he'd entered in, giving in to his urge and humming the tune to himself while that Rachel Berry ranted on about how talented she was.
By the time he got out, the kids were only just starting to filter towards the exit of the auditorium, heading on home or whatever kids on the lowest rung of the high school ladder did here. Gabriel steered himself out of the room and towards the school's football field, curving round the pitch and into the bleachers.
There, sitting behind the rafters lounging like a lazy lion cat, was Dean.
"Can Sam even sing?" He greeted the older Winchester, his cheeks hurting from the force restraining the grin that wanted to break free.
"Can you?" Dean shot back without missing a beat, scowling off in the direction of jocks entering the field, loud and boisterous. "I'm trying to ignore that Sammy ever did such a stupid thing. Don't remind me."
Plopping down next to him, Gabriel snatched one of Dean's sandwiches and bit into it. "I'm actually impressed." He garbled out, resisting the temptation to moan his pleasure at the tuna salad sandwich he was eating. Sam must have made lunch today - Dean didn't even like tuna. "Never knew he could sing, though."
"I don't think he can!" Dean replied, throwing his hands in the air. An odd noise came from his stomach, causing the green eyed teenager to blush, scowl and stare at his remaining sandwiches in depression. "Dude. Now the whole school'll hate him."
Gabriel perked up, remembering with a startling clarity how McKinley Highs Glee Club were considered losers at their school - way different then how the Warbler's were seen at Dalton. "Ouch. I heard from the new kid over in our group how badly they're treated here. Kid flinches every time he sees a slushie. Especially red ones."
Dean snorted before curling in on himself in desperation. "Dad's going to kill me if Sam gets slushied." He moaned desperately. "Or shoved into lockers. Or verbally abused by Coach Sylvester."
Feeling sorry for the guy, Gabriel dug into his bag and threw the car magazine at Dean, along with two, delicious, turkey sandwiches he bought from the baker round their house. Dean all but pounced on the food first, no qualms about groaning and moaning his pleasure out much to Gabriel's embarrassment before noticing the magazine. "Page 6." Gabriel told him after clearing his throat awkwardly, using the tuna sandwich to point in the magazine's direction. "Cas' choice. Told me to pass it on to you." As Dean flipped through to the designated page, Gabriel peered out at the growing group of footballers, whistling to himself when he saw a kid in a wheelchair getting pushed right into the middle of them. Wheelchair Kid was even wearing the uniform. "What's up with the wheelchair kid?"
"Hell if I know." Dean shrugged without looking up, coming to a stop at page 6 and whistling in awe. "Damn. Cas wants this? Just- damn." He finally glanced up at the football field, watching as the group of teenagers went through training exercises. "Maybe I can get Sam to join the football team too. Balance the uncoolness with the cool. He could totally make quarterback in like, a week."
Raising a single eyebrow in doubt, Gabriel shrugged and turned his attention back to the jocks, watching as Finn Hudson - the current quarterback, he was sure - wheeled around the wheelchair kid with that mohawk guy running alongside them. "So what you gonna do about the Regionals?"
Dean paused, hand stopping halfway in it's journey to put the sandwich in his mouth, and stared at Gabriel uncomprehendingly.
Rolling his eyes at the unflattering look, Gabriel shoved Dean's hand until the food smushed it's way around Dean's mouth, 50/50 on whether it ended up inside or not. "The Regionals, dumbass. Where we all get on a bus and drive somewhere and sing our lungs out in front of an audience and one group wins. What're you gonna do about the driving and going somewhere part? I know your Dad hates anything about Sam being on his own."
"Shit," Dean breathed, licking at a bit of tuna stuck on his upper lip. Gabriel did not eye the wet appendage at all, he didn't watch it leave a glistening trail of saliva over the lip or disappear back into the moist cavity behind sinfully plush lips. He didn't notice any of it, even if he had long ago admitted to himself he liked pretty things. And Dean Winchester was mighty pretty. "Shit! You're right! What the hell do I do? If Dad finds out about this - and he will - he'll force Sam to quit, and then they'll argue and I just can't handle that, Gabe."
Gabriel also understood that if any of the stories Dean had told him about were true, John Winchester would end up putting the blame on Dean for letting his little brother join. Not that Dean could see anything wrong with that; he probably was the only person Gabriel knew who still looked up to their father with something close to hero worship. Gabriel knew criticising the intimidating John Winchester would get you nowhere except in Dean's bad books, so he bit his tongue and kept his opinion of John's reaction to Sam joining a club, to himself.
"Maybe you should just tell Sam now, before it happens." Gabriel suggested, knowing it would get shot down immediately.
As expected, Dean immediately shook his head. "No, no, that's not fair. Sam deserves to do what he wants to, and if singing and getting bullied because of it is what he wants, then he should sing like a canary or whatever. Or you." He scratched at his chin, eyebrows screwing up in thought. "When are these Regionals stuff taking place, you say? Tuesday, right? You kept yapping on about it last time we saw each other."
"Yup." Gabriel answered, pinching his fingers to stop the rush of blood going to his face. He knew he blabbed a lot, took over whole conversations if given the chance, or even if he was just nervous. He always forgot that Dean, unlike others, actually listened to half the stuff he said. Even if he outright zoned out in other places like when Gabriel started making lewd suggestions of Dean and Castiel being together (What? The two were too adorable to be left alone!). That's when he noticed the strange expression on Dean's face. It was the same strange expression Gabriel had seen the day before Dean had rigged his walkman into an EMF meter and dragged Cas off to a 'ghost hunt'. And on the day when Dean was so pissed at a teacher's comment about his family, he stole important parts out of her car so it wouldn't work. Nobody could put the blame on him since Dean hadn't made it well known he was good with cars, or anything to do with his hands for that matter: his freaking Shop grades were barely passable. This look, this was the look that came right before Dean did something completely reckless but that would impress anyone deemed lucky enough to know anyway.
"Gabe." Dean spoke up, voice ominously serious. "I'm going to join Glee Club."
Or maybe it was just due to constipation and Dean was really as stupid as he made people think he was. "What?"
Dean nodded wildly, his eyes gleaming as whatever he was thinking off further cemented into his brain. "Yeah! Then Dad won't be able to complain because I'll be with him. We'll say some crap about the principal forcing me to join for my grades and Sam just joining to keep me company and make sure I actually go. It'll totally work."
Yeah, it might, but, "What about your grades? Won't he get pissed at you for that?"
Dean scoffed. "Seriously? Dad doesn't give a damn as long as I'm not bringing teacher's down on our head. The only reason why he won't let me drop out is because Mom would have wanted me to graduate or something."
Gabriel hummed to himself, thinking about his friend's plan of action, then grinned wickedly. "Oh and you'll sing? You sure they'll even let you in?"
"They accept anyone who wants to join." Dean grinned back. "Even if they suck. Sam told me. Kept going on about how that was awesome and wouldn't hurt anybody's little icky feelings."
"So are you going to sing?" Gabriel countered. "Because I doubt you can join a Glee Club, go to the Regionals and not even sing. Or dance."
"Oh please," Dean waved a hand dismissively. "I'll be a stage hand or something. They always need those. Or a sounding board, tell them when they suck or rock. Everybody could benefit from my awesome musical tastes. You just don't want me to go to the Regionals and whoop your ass."
Shaking his head in amusement, Gabriel licked the remaining sandwich off his fingers before giving Dean a thumbs up. "Challenge accepted. On one condition, though."
"What?"
"I get to watch you apply."
. . .
"Oh, um, hello Dean."
"Hey, Mr. Schuester." Dean Winchester greeted him with a nod, breezing into New Direction's headquarters. He stopped once he was inside, looking around the place with a critical eye, and seemed like he'd expected more. Behind him, a kid Will wasn't familiar with stood with a huge grin, swaying on the balls of his feet. "I want to join Glee Club."
Will blinked, blinked again, put the Spanish papers he'd been grading down before giving Dean his full attention. "You want to join Glee Club." He repeated, the words not entering his brain.
"Yeah," Dean answered him back easily. "Why? You guys are not taking any more people?"
"No! No! We're taking! I'm just... Surprised." He had to be careful about this, about how he worded his bewilderment so as to not offend the Junior. "Sam joined recently and we're glad to have him. I just didn't know you were interested too."
The kid behind Dean gave a "Can he even sing?", but Will was too busy staring as Dean gifted him with a wide, bright grin that was so unlike what Will had seen of him in the two years Dean had been his student. "Exactly." Dean answered, stuffing his hands in his pants. "Sam joined and he keeps babbling about how awesome this place was so I thought I'd give it a chance too. Can't exactly hurt can it?"
"Yeah, yeah, of course." The Spanish teacher answered, clasping his hands together. "We usually get everyone to audition though - nothing big, just you singing any song you want to - and that way we're all on the same page. The guys should be here soon, so why don't you and your friend take a seat?"
"Ohoho!" The kid behind Dean crowed, looking victorious as he skipped across the floor with too much energy, past Dean, and seated himself to a chair. "I told you! I have got to see this!"
Dean's face went pale, and the seventeen year old swallowed thickly before getting a hold on himself and plastering a cocky smirk on his face as he swaggered toward a chair, just like Puckerman. Will mentally groaned as he realised he was going to have two 'badasses' in his club. Those two who would probably be the death of him with all their alpha strutting to one another. He didn't know much about Dean, even with two years of having him in his Spanish class. The teen tended to keep his head down and pass his work, nothing more nothing less. It was hard to be a teacher and not hear some of the stories that passed through the student's grapevine. While three quarters sounded absolutely outlandish (like that story of how Dean was the reason Wilma's car wasn't working), a few were bound to have some matter of truth.
How were the others going to react to this? A few of the girls might be pleased as punch, Will could see Santana particularly enjoying this new development but Rachel was bound to be strongly against it. Maybe Dean being Sam's brother would ease her off a bit and the others who would be opposed to this, considering how everyone had grown incredibly fond of Sam. Will couldn't see any particular conflict happening between the boys, none except from Puck maybe, and then maybe Finn too by extension, but it really all depended on how the first meeting went.
As if feeling and responding to his dread, Rachel's voice boomed from the outside, coming closer and going at frightening speeds. He could also hear the chatter of the other kids around her, meaning most of them, if not all, were here.
They entered in a mess of teenage limbs, each mouth going a mile a minute with some form of greeting to him tossed in. Will watched with curiosity as they all stopped when they spotted Dean sitting on a chair. The only one that didn't freeze was Sam, who recovered almost instantly. He pushed through the crowd and walked toward his brother, only sparing a glance to the other teenager Will still couldn't put a name too. "Dean? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"
Wondering why Sam's reaction had first been that something wrong had happened, Will watched as Dean shook his head, lips pulling into his trademark smirk-grin Will had seen more times than he could count. It was usually directed at a girl in his class who would blush fire engine red. "Nope. You kept yammering on about how great this place was so I wanted to join and maybe see for myself."
Sam's eyebrows burrowed together but Will couldn't tell whether it was from worry or something else. Rachel burst out into a surprising joy and launched into a tirade about how great it was, about how it would benefit New Directions greatly and so on and so forth, while she shared meaningful looks with the others, all following her lead with some form of hesitation.
That's when Will realized why Rachel Berry, one who was all for talent and nothing but the best, wouldn't even demand hearing Dean sing before voicing her opinion. Dean Winchester was famous and Dean Winchester was one of the higher ups on the high school totem pole of popularity. Also, Dean Winchester being in New Directions might help the Glee kids gain some popularity of their own.
He didn't approve of the way the kids, one by one, realized this. Mercedes and Kurt picking up on Rachel's thoughts immediately and cluing the rest in. The reason they should want people to like them - ignoring the fact nobody should care about what other people thought - should be because they were talented, good at what they did, and be appreciated for it. He sighed softly, wondering if he was going to have a word with them when Dean wasn't around but, at the very least, some of their previous acceptance toward the older Winchester might be justified once Dean sang.
It was something he never thought of before: Dean Winchester singing. He didn't usually judge people by their looks, and he wasn't doing that with Dean, really, he wasn't, but everything he knew about Dean spoke of a teenager who was just doing the minimal amount of work in school until he would be done with it all. It meant not joining any projects, not showing any effort in class or homework unless forced too, and it definitely included not joining extracurricular activities. Maybe Sam talking about the Glee Club really piqued Dean's interest. It was a possibility, one Will was definitely willing to accept. He couldn't see any other reason why Dean would join, or anything sinister in the intent. What could he do anyway? See what their set list was and leak it to Sue?
Shit. Sue.
If anyone could find a way to get Dean to work for them, it would be Sue Sylvester. But why would Dean work against the club his little brother was in? And what could she be offering him? Or even blackmailing?
Will didn't know but he'd have to watch Dean carefully from now on.
Speaking of which, Dean was looking a bit overcome with the reception he was receiving, his chair scraping backwards inch by inch as Rachel continued bombarding him for his thoughts on Broadway shows. Will also noticed Sam talking to the kid he still couldn't place. A new kid maybe? Transferred over from another school and not in his Spanish class? That would explain it. He got the strange impression Sam was grilling the teenager about something. The two of them looked at ease with each other, the stranger going so far as to say something that had Sam spluttering and blushing fiercely in embarrassment but Will had a job to do here, and it didn't include eavesdropping on what appeared to be a really interesting conversation.
"So! Everyone!" He shouted above the dim of chatter, clapping his hands loudly to gain everyone's attention. "As you've all found out, Dean is here to join us. You all know the drill by now; you want to join, you audition. So why doesn't everybody sit down so Dean can come up here?"
As soon as he'd finished, Puck sauntered into the room, wheeling Artie in. The two made themselves comfortable in their places with a curious glance at Dean. Puck's eyebrows went up while Artie immediately leaned in to Mike and the two broke down into hushed whispering.
"Come on up, Dean." Will continued on anyway, waving his hand from his place at the piano, encouraging Dean to come up. "Don't worry, you don't have to feel nervous or anything. Just choose your favourite song, or one you like to sing a lot, and just give it a try. Me and the guys with the instruments here will back you back."
A snicker broke out, coming from the corner where the unnamed teenager sat on the edge of his seat, looking eager. Will was surprised to see it did not come from the teenager but from Sam who was desperately trying to smother it into a fist. The unnamed teenager, a lighter shade than Sam's but styled the same, simply smiled wickedly. The two of them starred as Dean, glaring back and fussing with a loose thread on his jeans, stood up and walked toward the centre of the room. Once there, he just stood awkwardly and faced the watching crowd, hands beating out a nervous rhythm against his thighs as he bit into his lip.
A minute or so passed in a similar vein, Dean trying to stall for as long as he could while Will mentally argued the pro's and con's of helping the poor kid out, when they were interrupted by Sam "psst"-ingfrom his corner. As Dean turned to look at him, Sam rolled his eyes and huffed, "Sing Use Somebody like you did yesterday in the shower. You sounded good."
Dean flushed but his eyes narrowed suspiciously at his brother. "Why were you listening to me in the shower for anyway, bitch?"
As Will's finger twitched at the language - the theory about Sue Sylvester looking actually plausible; obviously no love was lost between the brothers - Sam rolled his eyes again while the unnamed teenager turned to Sam with a scandalised look. "He sings in the shower and you never told me? Better yet, recorded it and sent it to me?"
"Just sing it, jerk." Sam replied, completely ignoring the kid next to him. "And stop standing there like a freak."
Dean gritted his teeth together, jaw locked in irritation, but didn't reply, instead turning to face the group again with a determined expression. "Okay so, Kings of Leon, Use Somebody, it is. Uh, is that okay?" He directed the last question at Will and the band, waiting for their nod before nodding decisively to himself. "Okay, um, here goes."
And Dean sang.
"I've been roaming around, looking always down, and all I see;
Painted faces, making places, I can't reach.
You know that I could use somebody.
You know that I could use somebody."
PART TWO