Whiskey For My Men (Beer For My Horses)
Title: Whiskey For My Men (Beer For My Horses)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Gabriel
Spoilers/Warnings: Implied past homophobia
Summary: The Winchesters stay in Lawrence for three weeks.
Notes: Sequel/follow-up piece to Justice Is The One Thing and the second part of the Justice verse. Thanks to tigerist for looking it over for me. :)
Dean and Sam stay in Lawrence for three weeks before they head out again. Gabriel still works in the general store, cleaning and helping John with the accounting, as well as helping Bobby with whatever he has in the yard that day. But during his free time, Gabriel whiles away the hours with one or both of the Winchester boys, getting to know them better on his own.
Sam’s talkative and knowledgeable. He waxes poetic about various books and authors Gabriel’s never heard of and uses words like “existentialism” and “the societal decline.” Gabriel hums and nods during these talks, not knowing enough to engage in an actual conversation, but liking the sound of Sam’s voice when he gets going about something he’s really passionate about.
He asks Sam about it, once. About why if he’s so enthused about politics and society, he doesn’t spend his time doing that sort of thing.
The tall man just smiles. “I can’t leave,” he says. “I mean, I could, but…my dad and Dean and you…you’re too important for me to just leave behind while I hare off after some idealistic bullshit.”
Gabriel can’t think of a reply, but he smiles a bit at the sky and feels oddly warm on the inside.
Dean’s more prone to long periods of quiet, broken by loud laughter and bawdy jokes. It reminds Gabriel a bit of one of his brothers, the one that taught him about cars. And it’s nice, to be able to sit and say nothing and have it be normal and okay. With Sam’s chatter and Ellen and Jo’s near obsession with getting him involved in a conversation beyond the exchange of pleasantries, it’s a welcome change of pace. Almost like working with John or Bobby, but more comfortable.
It’s Dean that steps closer, two and a half weeks after they’d met, head ducked down and eyes dark. Not pushing Gabriel, or trapping him, but obviously with intent.
“Tell me no,” he whispers, face just inches from Gabriel’s and his eyes are steady, a deep forest green in this lighting. Gabriel opens his mouth, but doesn’t say anything, just sways forward a bit, as if drawn to Dean by a magnet.
Their first kiss is down by the pond, next to one of the giant trees, with Dean’s lips chaste on his and one huge hand warm against his hip.
Gabriel waits for the panic, the hasty declarations that Dean isn’t like that, that this is bad, a sin, a sickness. It never comes.
They kiss, again and again, soft and slow and full of promise and intent, until Gabriel is nearly drunk on the feel and taste and scent of such intimacy. He drinks in the sensations like a man dying of thirst.
Sam finds them still there, hours later, sitting against the tree and leaning on each other, just being together. He grins, wide and easy like Gabriel’s come to expect, and says, “Well, then. I expect you think I want to pack on my own, don’t you?”
Dean laughs at him and Gabriel smiles and they follow him back to town, where Bobby nods at them and Ellen greets them all like usual and nobody says anything about how close Dean and Gabriel stand, how Gabriel would be leaning on Dean if it weren’t for the inch of space between them.
It’s different, new to him and Gabriel thinks this is just another facet of something he’s starting to believe, not just in his mind, but in his heart. He’s safe here.
Then they leave the town three days later, riding laden horses down the dirt road and out into the wilderness and Gabriel realizes that it hadn’t been just in Lawrence. It was with the Winchesters, too.
And that sort of seals it.
He’s safe.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Gabriel
Spoilers/Warnings: Implied past homophobia
Summary: The Winchesters stay in Lawrence for three weeks.
Notes: Sequel/follow-up piece to Justice Is The One Thing and the second part of the Justice verse. Thanks to tigerist for looking it over for me. :)
Dean and Sam stay in Lawrence for three weeks before they head out again. Gabriel still works in the general store, cleaning and helping John with the accounting, as well as helping Bobby with whatever he has in the yard that day. But during his free time, Gabriel whiles away the hours with one or both of the Winchester boys, getting to know them better on his own.
Sam’s talkative and knowledgeable. He waxes poetic about various books and authors Gabriel’s never heard of and uses words like “existentialism” and “the societal decline.” Gabriel hums and nods during these talks, not knowing enough to engage in an actual conversation, but liking the sound of Sam’s voice when he gets going about something he’s really passionate about.
He asks Sam about it, once. About why if he’s so enthused about politics and society, he doesn’t spend his time doing that sort of thing.
The tall man just smiles. “I can’t leave,” he says. “I mean, I could, but…my dad and Dean and you…you’re too important for me to just leave behind while I hare off after some idealistic bullshit.”
Gabriel can’t think of a reply, but he smiles a bit at the sky and feels oddly warm on the inside.
Dean’s more prone to long periods of quiet, broken by loud laughter and bawdy jokes. It reminds Gabriel a bit of one of his brothers, the one that taught him about cars. And it’s nice, to be able to sit and say nothing and have it be normal and okay. With Sam’s chatter and Ellen and Jo’s near obsession with getting him involved in a conversation beyond the exchange of pleasantries, it’s a welcome change of pace. Almost like working with John or Bobby, but more comfortable.
It’s Dean that steps closer, two and a half weeks after they’d met, head ducked down and eyes dark. Not pushing Gabriel, or trapping him, but obviously with intent.
“Tell me no,” he whispers, face just inches from Gabriel’s and his eyes are steady, a deep forest green in this lighting. Gabriel opens his mouth, but doesn’t say anything, just sways forward a bit, as if drawn to Dean by a magnet.
Their first kiss is down by the pond, next to one of the giant trees, with Dean’s lips chaste on his and one huge hand warm against his hip.
Gabriel waits for the panic, the hasty declarations that Dean isn’t like that, that this is bad, a sin, a sickness. It never comes.
They kiss, again and again, soft and slow and full of promise and intent, until Gabriel is nearly drunk on the feel and taste and scent of such intimacy. He drinks in the sensations like a man dying of thirst.
Sam finds them still there, hours later, sitting against the tree and leaning on each other, just being together. He grins, wide and easy like Gabriel’s come to expect, and says, “Well, then. I expect you think I want to pack on my own, don’t you?”
Dean laughs at him and Gabriel smiles and they follow him back to town, where Bobby nods at them and Ellen greets them all like usual and nobody says anything about how close Dean and Gabriel stand, how Gabriel would be leaning on Dean if it weren’t for the inch of space between them.
It’s different, new to him and Gabriel thinks this is just another facet of something he’s starting to believe, not just in his mind, but in his heart. He’s safe here.
Then they leave the town three days later, riding laden horses down the dirt road and out into the wilderness and Gabriel realizes that it hadn’t been just in Lawrence. It was with the Winchesters, too.
And that sort of seals it.
He’s safe.