First Official Challenge - Entry Three: Happy Hearts
Title: Happy Hearts
Author: lilithrain
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: R (for language)
Word count: ~6700
Spoilers: Season 6
Warnings: None
Feedback: Yes please.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything even remotely
related to Supernatural.
Notes: Written for the First Official Challenge on
sabriel_bday. Happy Birthday, Dean Winchester!
Summary: Dean has a plan. It’s epic. He’s gonna have a happy birthday!
Dean here. Hello Ladies, and gentlemen. You all know my brother Sammy. Well I hate to break it to you Sam Girls out there and I know you're out there, but Sammy. Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy's gay. There, I said it. My brother bats for the other team and unfortunately you lovely ladies aren't on it. One person I know who is, is someone my brother very much digs. You all know who Gabriel is, don't you? I should hope so, if not, we're gonna have some problems. Let's just say, he's the archangel Gabriel and I guess if I swung that way, I'd want to jump him too. But I don't. I much prefer to go out drinking with him, or movie marathons.
Anyway, I'm digressing here. It's not often I've been able to have just my own company on my birthday. Not since Team Free Will scored another angel. Cass is off sorting things out and Gabriel's with us all the time. Well I guess if the guy you were keen on, was part of a team, you'd want to join up too. Even if you spent all your time on the bench admiring him from afar, but you know what people. This unrequited, ogling, lusting after each other from afar is getting old. Seriously. I'm sitting there sometimes. I feel like grabbing the back of Sam's head, and Gabriel’s and making them kiss. How hard is it for them both to see it.
Gabe likes Sammy. Sammy likes Gabe. A blind man could see it.
So for this year, I'm setting a plan into motion. It's been driving me nuts and this year, I'm having my birthday on my own and Sammy's getting his bells rung.
So, for your reading pleasure, this was my little introduction. So, if you would, slip on a little Asia and come with me while I take you through the streets of New York.
Chapter 1.
Now just to get this off from the start. I hate ABBA. Nothing against the members of the band, but I hate your music. I've never liked any one of your tracks, but Sammy. He loves those tracks. Dad said once Mom would have loved their stuff, or that she did. Are ABBA that old? Anyway, I think that's where my baby brother gets some of his taste. Mom. There's one in particular. That I've caught him singing. Unfortunately on the eve of our Trip to the Big Apple. Gabe heard him singing it too. He was oblivious we were both in the room, and there's Sammy. Ipod in one hand, and all the dance moves of a rabid ABBA fan in the other. he's dancing around, changing the lyrics to suit whoever he was singing about. Gabriel I suspect. For a while Gabe standing there with me, just watching. I'm smirking. I know I am, because it's the silliest thing, but when Sammy's happy. Well, I'm happy.
Part way through the chorus, I nudge Gabriel and he bats me off, in that friendly male friend. I tell him he should go dance with him. Keep in his blind spot. Shadow him. I knew he liked him, and you know what the archangel tells me folks. "No Dean, I'm shy." Him! Shy. It's a crying shame they haven't hooked up. I mean they have all that accidental crap going on. Just jump one another already. Come on people. There's only so much more of that I can take.
Chapter 2.
Then there's the stuff Gabriel listens too. I swear. Getting friends with taste is hard people. You know my saying in the car. Driver picks the music. Well. While I was watching my baby bro snoozing on the sofa in our hotel room, in the next room I hear some of Gabe's stuff. He told me the other day it was Big Bang, he'd been listening to. I guessed since he's the angel of music, well he would be into all sorts of music. Understandable with him being choir master in Heaven. Mind you this one, I'll admit wasn't bad. Some of it was in English. Then I heard him singing it, translating the Korean lyrics into English. "Tell me Goodbye, tell me good bye." I had a horrible feeling he was planning to bugger off at the end of this holiday and then, there would be me. Left with my little brother all melancholy and lamenting the loss of his angel. Not, on my watch people.
Chapter 3.
It's Friday night when we arrive in New York and I'm pulling into the parking lot of the luxury hotel we're staying in. I mean, I had to set the mood people. Also. I had a few hunters who owed me and this birthday was going to be special for me, and my little brother. He didn’t know it yet, but he wasn't going to be spending much time in our room, if I had anything to do with it.
Gabriel had actually been snoozing in the back seat of the impala while I went to check in. Sam came for the walk. Needed to stretch his legs he said. Uh huh. More like, "If Gabriel wakes up. Dean, I can't make small talk without you." The Hell he can't. Get them chatting about the Library of Alexandria or some other geeky topic and Sam's putty in Gabriel's hands. I'd booked for us a family room, with separating rooms. My, or more I should be saying, the room Sammy was sharing with me, until him and the archangel got their acts together. Sammy and me were sharing a room. As per usual.
Gabriel, I had arranged, or more this came with the room. Down a little hallway, on the way to the shared bathroom, was his room. It was the one I was told had the awesome view. It was actually the master bedroom, with this awesome view of the city out the big French windows. It was, I was told by the pretty girl at the desk, the parents room. Where they could have fun without the children. The room Sammy and I would be sharing was the kids room. It had its own bathroom, so that the parents too could have some privacy.
Well thank God for that. While I love my little brother dearly, and Gabe too. More like a good friend, than family. Unless he plans to make an honest man of my little brother then, well that's cool too. Maybe if he was tied down to that angel, or tied up if that's his preference. He wouldn't be so damned up tight all the time.
I told her as long it had beds, we'd all be happy. She said it did and if we needed anything day or night, room service was included with our room. No extra charge. Nice.
Can't say I've ever experienced room service, but if they're happy to bring up, anything with extra onions, or pie. I'll be a happy man.
Chapter 4.
Our first day in New York, it was actually spent in the hotel room, lapping up room service. We had planned to go out but wouldn't you know it. Mother Nature gave us a reason to stay in. Not rain. No rain is cool. I would have happily stood in a museum with Sammy and Gabriel, if it had been raining outside. No it was hailing outside. Glad my baby was in wrapped up tight in the underground parking. She even had her own garage. I'll have to call in some more favours again, because this place. I'll definitely come back to.
So Sammy and I are on our beds watching something mindless on the big plasma at the end of our beds, talking through the most of it. Sammy was going on about what he and Gabe were going to do for my birthday. I let him think that I was all in favour of their little surprise for me, but that was what they were thinking. Then just as he's in mid-sentence, around the corner comes a certain archangel. Barefoot, wet hair and well I guess you could say, he was cute. Sammy's just there staring. Mouth parted, like he's having trouble breathing and the angel hasn't even said hello yet.
"Hey guys, you call room service already?" he seemed a little disappointed, that he hadn't been able to order anything for himself, but there was one plate on the cart that was still uncovered.
"Nope, Sammy ordered something nice for you. We kept it covered for you so it wouldn't get cold." He lit up like a Christmas tree. Granted. Sammy had been in the shower when I ordered us some breakfast but hey, if he was getting off his rump, he'd have ordered it for the angel. It was triple layer angel cake with a middle layer being a layer of triple devils chocolate cake. He was like Sammy, silent. Just admiring the cake before he ran a finger through the icing.
I swear, I shake my head some times. I mean. He enjoyed it. Cut himself a slice, settled himself on the floor, and sat next to Sammy's bed, quietly uttered his thank you to Sam. Who behind him was going red and said "No problem man."
. . . . Do you think the cupids have a love arrow Uzi I could borrow for those two?
Takes all my will power not to shake my head in front of them both and say "Unbelievable."
I don't, I didn't because I was working on a plan. It was while I had them both in the same room that I explained my plan, or more. I said, "Hey I was thinking. Since we're here and I know you pair have something planned for me. Now I'm not going to ask. I'm happy for you pair to give me a surprise," they both exchanged smiles at that, yeah, that's what they were thinking. "I thought we could do some sightseeing, in the foodie style. I mean, if there's some museums you want to take me to, I'll go to those too, but, there are some places I've been reading about, I think you'll both get a kick out of. If that's O.K. by you two?"
Gabriel had gotten up to get himself another slice of his cake, he'd cut a slice for me and then, shyly he held the extra plate out to Sam. I wonder had Cass had something to do with this. I mean, I've been teaching my angel about personal space, but to no avail. He does apologise but I think, maybe its just his way, so now, I barely tell him off. Gabriel on the other hand, will respect it if you ask, so I've found. Maybe Sammy told him at one point, or that Kali chick he dated put him straight. I know that woman hated my girl, but I suppose if the car is lined with your sacred animal's skins, you're not going to be too happy about it either.
Chapter 5.
Dean Winchester. What can be said about him that hasn't already. Now I'm not one to judge. Oh who am I kidding, I done it many times before but when it was important apparently I was to keep my angelic trap shut, I scored myself a three week holiday from Heaven for it. However, if Dean is one thing. It's cunning. I like Dean. Don't get me wrong he's a fun guy. More like one of my brothers than a friend. Not sure if he feels the same way about little me, but yeah, he's a nice guy.
Sammy on the other hand. Happy sigh. Sammy Winchester. If I knew where I left my horn, I'd be out on top of that Chrysler building with it. However while I'm normally straight off the bat with anyone I've been keen on. Kali, perused her like a sahara wind storm. It didn't last but by gee, was she ever fun. Sammy's fun too, but for all, the completely different reasons. Now I guess you'd be thinking Dean's the reason why I haven't bothered chatting him up and you'd be partially right. On the Dean commentary, have you seen how over protective he is of Sammy. He's a grown man for crying out loud, but he's not the main reason.
It's going to sound stupid but hey, I've done some idiotic things in my time. Oh I love this song. Everybody wants to rule the world by Tears for Fears. Sammy thinks he got me onto this group. I've loved them for so long, I let him think it. Sammy is actually the other part of this reason. Have you seen the guy? Apart from it being one hell of a height difference. He'd be a runt if I took my true form. But he'd be my runt. If one thing.
I could see if he was keen on little me too. I mean I'm not going to throw myself at someone, who might not like me in that way, am I? No, not unless I want my little angelic heart stomped on.
Chapter 6.
However Dean. I'll tell you this, with all my experiences with all of you pretty little people. When he smiles. You can't always read him. Especially not on the first Saturday night of our New York stay. So he arranged with the hotel for us to take a limo ride to the restaurant. Sammy was suspicious too, but Dean had just said, with that million dollar smile of his, "Can't I show you guys how much I appreciate you both?" A little hard not to judge someone, or at least try to work out what their ulterior motives are. I know his brother can read him some times but as I sat with Sammy on the other side of the car, I asked him if he knew what Dean was up to, he had no idea either.
The place he picked had scored a groan from Sam outside it and when I asked why Sammy told me Dean has a fetish for anything Old West. I thought it was cute, not that I'd tell Dean that. Made me think if he was like John Wayne for that. Yeah, I went there. The little place was called Cowgirl. They gave us a booth in the back and we settled down to order something from their menu. The waiters and waitresses were all cute, decked out in western outfits. I could see why this place would appeal to Dean.
A pretty Cowgirl named Cindy was our girl for the night and she explained their specials and took our orders. I wondered while she was taking Dean's order was she going to be taking down his digits as well, until Dean asked her when the little one was due. She'd gushed and said it wasn't for another month. I hadn't noticed that, but, then, I had Sam sitting right up close to me, and when she'd shown up. Sam had settled a hand on my knee.
What the hell.
He didn't do anything, just squeezed my knee every so often, before he took it away. He'd done that when Dean and him started talking about the other places he wanted to go. There was a place called Serendipity but he was saving that for the last before whatever we'd planned for his birthday. He wanted to save that one as a thank you to Sam for saving his hide back in Omaha. I hadn't been with them on that hunt but, Dean had. Well, I would have had to resurrect him let's just put it that way.
I think Dean had spotted the look on my face, when his brother took his hand away, but his brother was oblivious, as usual. Then our drinks came, plus an entree of fries with various dipping sauces. Sammy was the first one to try one of the sauces. There was one little silver bowl that had a cream sauce, like a tartar sauce. Dean was just enjoying his beer. Sammy on the other hand, had dipped one fry in and that's where my mind went, well. I was glad for that booth and that heavy table. Sadist.
Then the music came up and I saw a slight grin from Dean. The Leader of the Pack was playing.
"Gabriel? Gabe?" I snapped out of my trance when Sammy nudged my shoulder and said. "Earth to Gabriel."
"Yeah," I felt like I had been floating. Then I saw it. Dean was leaving the booth. He'd been told they had a buffet, and he was off to get himself something. Leaving the ontre for us if we wanted it. Sammy had dipped on of the fries for me and handed it over.
"You have to try that hot sauce, Gabriel. I had to have some of Dean's drink it was so hot. I know you like hot things."
Sammy, you have no idea.
Chapter 7.
Hello, I'm back. Yeah you know who this is. Oh you thought Sammy was going to come next and tell you what was going on. Not likely. There's the Red Hot Chilli Peppers on and I'm not having Sammy chatter on during Californication. So where were we? Oh yes, we'd all agreed to go out to a little place I found online. Cowgirl. Now you know me, I love anything Wild West. I've been there. Really? Honest. Would I lie to you? Not when its something important. Prior to us coming to this little place. I'd made Sammy a bet, or more I'd told him, that I had a bet going with Balthazar. He was down in the Keys, something about taking the stick of Castiel's ass. Personally I like Cass the way he is but anyway. I told my baby brother I had a bet going with Balthazar.
I didn't but he didn't know that. He was all up in umbrage that how dare we and all that, how could I make a bet with Balthazar about him and Gabriel. "Oh please Sammy, you've been pinning for Gabriel since Mystery Spot. TV Land didn't help you out any either. He'd had to put his hands on you to put you in my car. You told me that yourself."
"That's different. He was being a screw-ball ass-hole." He'd hissed that at me, in a low whisper, so that Gabriel couldn't hear him. I'm pretty sure he could and did. He wouldn't meet Sam's eyes straight away when he came back out, after he'd got changed.
"Bull and shit, Sammy. He was doing all that, not to me, well he was but he wanted your attention. He's always wanted your attention and Balthazar has bet me a grand that you won't come up to the plate."
Sammy gaped at the figure Balthazar "had" laid out on the table. Then, slowly, Sammy's shocked demeanour left him and jackpot, the bitch-face. "Oh he thinks that does he, fine. Fuck him. Let him think it."
"That's what I told him. I said, you're out of your mind Balthazar. My brother more than has a thing for that angel and I'll tell you another thing, when we come back from New York you can give me two grand." Sammy walked past me to see where Gabriel was, there was music coming up from his bathroom. Turned out by the way my brother was looking, looked like, maybe Gabriel had heard us. Or more him. Then we heard it. Or more him. Gabriel singing. Roxette, I think it was.
"I know there's something in the weight of your smile. I get a notion from the look in your eyes," he was really putting some soul into that track. There was something else too. No mistaking it either. There was hurt in that voice of his too. "Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do, before you tell him goodbye."
"Shit," Sam was leaning against the wall where the plasma was sitting. "How much did he hear of that argument?"
"Well I'm guessing he heard you call him an ass hole Sam. Listen. It's cool."
"How is it cool Dean? That song's about breaking up,"
"And there are voices that want to be heard...Listen your heart when he's calling for you there's nothing else you can do."
"He really does have a nice voice. You can see why he's choir master up in Heaven," Sam shot me a pointed look, even though it was cutting him up. Anyone else would be thinking, maybe Gabriel just liked to sing when he was getting ready, but had I not heard him singing that other song. The Korean one about Goodbyes, then I wouldn't have thought anything of it. He was going to take off again. "Well, let's not give him a reason to take off."
"Hm," Sam was looking at the floor.
"How about tonight, screw Balthazar's bet. How about you, not blatantly, hit on him. It might not be that Gabriel is actually interested, it might just be him being a trickster as usual. But, you could flirt with him."
"I don't flirt with people Dean."
"Oh that's crap and you know it. Just a few light touches here and there. Maybe share your food with him. I'm sure he'll get a kick out of it. Or he'll just say, he wants to stay friends. At least then, you'll know where you stand with him."
"I guess."
Chapter 8.
So the evening was going well and we'd been talking, Gabriel for the most part had almost been in my lap at one point, I suppose that was down to me, "petting" him just that little bit too much. I blame you for that Dean. You and your fool ideas. I mean, of course I fancy Gabriel. Who wouldn't? I wouldn't tell him that it wouldn't have bothered me all that much, if Lucifer had taken out Kali. But, excuse me while I clear my throat. . . . That would make me no better than his brother, and I wasn't going to tell him that in the middle of desert either, when I just had to let him try some of my banana fritter. He was going to use his own spoon and I said, "No, Gabriel," I'd purred the next part, hovering the spoon in his direction. "Let me feed it to you."
Happy Dean, I flirted with him.
For all the good it did. We came back to the hotel. He went this room and, here I am, jotting this down while listening to Bolero. All Gabriel said before he left for his room was. "Night kids, sweet dreams." What the freaking hell?!
Chapter 9.
I watched Sammy that night, he dozed off not long after he'd closed his laptop and here I was thinking, "Oh the rest of this is not going to be like this." Not if I had anything to do with it.
Fast forward two days and I was sitting, or more longing on my bed with Gabriel next to me. We'd been watching TV with a never ending bowl of caramel popcorn between us. The advantages of having a trickster/angel for a friend. I thought I'd wait for the commercials before I put my plan into action. Sam had decided to soak in our bathroom. Wasn't often we got a bath, let alone one big enough for the sasquach to fit into comfortably, so he was lapping it up. Even laughed when I made the comment he was going to come out looking like a prune.
Gabriel was quiet during to commercials too, so I though, strike up a conversation before I set part two of my plan into action. "So, any clues as to what you and Sammy have planned for me?"
"Hm?"
"You're miles away dude, what's up?"
"Oh nothing, much. Dean can I ask you something?"
"Sure, what's on your mind Gabriel?"
"Sammy."
Jackpot. "Oh? What is it about Sammy that's got you away with the fairies?"
"I don't know how to explain this to you Dean." There was a deep sigh, was that anguish, or just frustration I heard in it. "No, you're his brother, you probably don't want to hear about it. I mean, if you were doing that with Cass I wouldn't want the details."
"Dude, he's a big boy," Gabe gave me one of those looks I might have given him if he was doing something screwy with Sam that I didn't approve of him doing. "No, no, what I mean is. Sam's a grown man." He still wouldn't quit with that look. You know the look, those of you with siblings or even family members 'if-you've-defiled-them-i'll-kill-you' face. That's what he was giving me. "No, I haven't done anything with Cass. Geez Gabriel. I wouldn't do that. No unless he was willing and consenting. Geez. I give a crap about Cass too you know."
"I know, I'm sorry Dean. Just, he gets picked on a lot you know."
"Yeah, you kicked his ass a fair bit in TV land."
"Yeah, did penance for it too."
Yeah, remind me one of these nights to tell you all about how Cass got his big brother to do penance for that. It's quite the funny story, or at least it was when Cass told it to me. I noted that the mood was getting sombre again. The movie we had on wasn't helping too much either so I flipped over to one of the music Shows. They were playing Within Tempation's Aquarius. Now I'm not normally a fan of their stuff but this song, well, it is kind of my favourite. Let you guess why. Gabe seemed to pick up a bit while it played through and told me about Balthazar asking him, where would be a nice place for him and Cass to go on holidays. Gabriel had been the one to suggest they go to the Keys in Florida.
"You know I was talking to those two before they left. You know your little brother Cass, he had some interesting things to say."
"Oh?" Gabriel smiled, genuinely curious. "What did Castiel have to say?"
"Said he was wondering if you were ever going to get over or get on with this unbridled sexual tension you have for my brother."
Gabriel gave me a look of shock, then smiled at me. "I don't believe you Dean. You almost had me going there. Dear, sweet, innocent little Cass would never say something like that."
"No," I replied then grinned at him, like the cat with the cream. "But Balthazar sure did." Now his mouth was well and fully open, so I continued with what Balthazar 'said' to me. "Said that all that Unresolved Sexual Tension between you and Sam was just that. You and him would just continue to accidently pet each other and give those heated gazes. But if it were him, Sam would have been screaming his name months ago."
Now I watched Gabriel's shocked expression go from one of 'he-said-what' to, "He said what?! That little, fucking. shit." Then something occurred to Gabriel. I was holding back on something. He hissed the next part when he heard something in our bathroom. Sam was out of the tub and moving around in there. "How much did he bet you?"
"Two grand," I grinned.
Now he was mad, and off my bed. Granted I perhaps shouldn't have got the archangel mad but, still, it was for a reason. "I don't fucking believe it! How could he, oh, no, no, this is right up his alley. Wait, was this, so we wouldn't hook up?"
"Yup, told me that I'd be paying out. Apparently there's this object he's short for and me paying out the extra would do him a treat." Now he was mad, clenched fists and a hiss every time he breathed out. I just hoped he didn't take off just to go smite Balthazar. That would have been a lot of explaining to do with Cass. Especially if they were having a nice time. Not sure if he'd speak to me afterward either. "But you know what I said to him?" Gabriel motioned for me to tell him, he was pretty pissed off. "That's bullshit Balthazar and let me tell you why, Gabriel will not only get over that, but you can hand over four grand."
Now Gabriel did smile, but I'll be honest with you all, that's one of the creepiest ones I've seen him sport. Don't think I want to see that again in a hurry.
"Well, then. Let's wipe that smile off the little shit, shall we Dean?"
"Sure Gabriel, whatever floats your boat, and I know that Sammy sure does."
Chapter 10.
Well, kids, let's put it this way. Dean was up to something. A two and four grand bet wasn't what threw me off, it was that him and Balthazar, talking. Let me tell you something kids, after Balthazar pinched that Winchester's rump, well, they've hardly been talking. Oh they're civil because of Cass but if they could get away with it. Well you know that painting of Jacob wrestling with the angel. Well you can guess what would happen there. Except I'd be the poor bastard separating them. Lest Balthazar hurt Castiel's precious Dean.
I've been wondering how to get those two to hook up, but I think that's going to be impossible. Back to what was at hand. Dean found this place online too. It was called Peanut Butter. It was cute inside. He'd downloaded the PDF file from the place's website to let me and Sammy have a look at the restaurant's menu. So much on that was sweet. They even gave us, a six pack of jars to take home with us. Sammy had opened one of them in the limo ride back here to the hotel, but I really wish he'd shared that jar. I mean, was I not suggestive with my food? Was I not putting the feelers out?
What does it take to get it through his skull that I want him?
Even if it is true, that Dean and Balthazar have a bet going. Maybe they buried the hatchet and got over what was never to be between them. Part of the way back to the limo Dean's cell went off, it was Cass on the other end and he was indeed having a nice time with his brother, did Dean mind if Balthazar had a word with him. "Nah, Cass, chuck him on. Balthazar, how's the trip going?" Sam and I just stood there, he was smiling and chatting away like I've seen him do when he was on the phone with a girl he really liked. "So, Bal, how's the hunt for getting the sick out of Cass' ass going? . . . Oh that sucks man. Listen about that bet we made . . . Yeah, I'm going to put you on with Gabriel and you can tell him about it." Dean grinned handing his phone over but I didn't get a chance to have a go at him, Sam did. Gave my brother a good going at, or a seeing to was Dean's expression. I think he knew he meant something else.
I'm pretty sure of that.
When Dean got his phone back he told my brother that he was sorry about that. He seemed to laugh about something then as he turned his back, his cheeks were red. Had I been reading this whole thing the wrong way?
I think I might have been reading Sammy, wrong-ish but not quite. He'd left his ipod in my room with a note. It said 'I thought you light like track five.' Track five, kids is 'Wish I had an Angel' by Nightwish. Wouldn't have thought of Sammy to be a Nightwish fan. I would have thought that was more Dean, since he listens to Within Temptation.
Here's the start of that song, "I wish I had an angel for one moment of love, wish I had you angel tonight." Then the first verse that isn't too bad, then in comes the chorus, "I wish had an angel for one moment of love I wish I had you angel" I didn't catch the words after that and then, this "I'm in love with my lust, burning angel wings to dust, I wish I had your angel tonight."
See a pattern arising kids? I don't normally get this type of frustration and this is really pissing me off.
Chapter 11.
Now I would have let those two do the last two chapters but, as I get all this down. Sorry Sammy, and you two Gabriel. I sort of copied your travel journal entries for this, but as you two are enjoyed each other's company. Finally. I'm going to do this up for our faithful readers. So as I was saying. Where. . . . Oh yeah, I was going to tell you the last parts, well this is the second last part. So while I'm here at my own laptop. Let me tell you. The last part of my plan came into fulwition when we went to the last place I was going to set them up at, and pray to whoever was up there and willing to fulfil that prayer. 'Let these two get on with resolving this unresolved sexual tension or move on, please.' I think using my manners at that point, got me somewhere with the Powers That Be, or whoever is up there.
There's another little place that is popular with kids and adults in New York, so the website was telling me. I went to one of those tour New York pages and found Serendipity. I was thinking, if my plan worked out and we ended up staying longer in New York, I'd go there again. Everything on their menu was sweet. Not often you find a place that makes milkshakes so good you want their recipe. I mean it's not hard to make one of those things but theirs, are something else I can tell you.
But what happened to Sam and Gabriel I hear you ask? What didn't happen? I leave them alone for, what, ten minutes and I come back and I'm just thankful there were no kids there. I mean, some kids don't care but the adults that were there, were cheering. I thought perhaps someone won something, so as I stuck my head out of the gents, there at our table is, well. I don't know if it had anything to do with The Pussycat Dolls track that was playing, but, Gabriel was in my brother's lap and do I really need to spell this out for all of you?
All I can say is Hallelujah. That drought between them was over and it was pouring rain.
I'll say this though, Sammy's not often the type for public displays of affection, not that I'd call what they were doing as affection. More like public display of unbridled lust.
Yeah, that's the perfect description of it.
Chapter 12.
So we get back to the hotel after Serendipity and well, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. They can thank me later. If I'd known it was going to be that much fun, then, well, I'd have done that ages ago. So we get inside. I thought, well, they're down at Gabe's room. I'll go check myself into the place across the road and leave them to it. I just had my bags out the door, my jacket over my arm when they both came out. Gabriel leading the charge. "What's up?"
"Gabe has a surprise for you, Dean." I was just hopping they'd let me leave, I mean one necking session in the elevator ride up was enough for me. Thank you very much. So Gabriel slipped me what would have been my winnings from Balthazar plus four thousand more and said, "Here you go cowboy. Now you scoot and have a very happy birthday." With that I was shoved out the door, jacket and winnings in hand, and the door locked behind me. At least I'd had enough foresight to put my bags out first. Mind you, I had to grin at that. However, those are some noises I never, ever want to hear from either of them ever again.
Me however, as I said. I legged it over to the place over the road, before those two changed their minds about me staying with them. Let them enjoy the o-furo styled tube in Gabe's bathroom and all that. The place I got was just as nice. Room service on call all night just like theirs. Mind you, I think Gabe would have been a little jealous. Sure his looked like the bathroom in Jeanie's little lamp but mine didn't have a doorway to it. Just an open space, so I could see the bath from my bed and vice versa. It was a little deeper than the tub Gabe had scored and I'll say this.
Showers are nice but soaking in a tub, well. Nothing like it. I thought, rather than go out that night, I'd have room service bring something up. I mean, when in Rome. I did that for both nights before my birthday, however I did go do some sight seeing while I was at it. Went to Staten Island, that was fun. Would have been nice to have Sam and Gabe with me but, then, I did deliberately hook them up. I wasn't even going to call them until the 25th to see if they wanted to go home and what not. I went to the Guggenheim museum. Yes, I went there. They had an exhibit I wanted to see. Sammy's not the only nerd in the family. Where do you think he gets it?
So then came the day of my birthday. I took my limo, I got another one at that place. For a change didn't have to use those credit cards in my possession. I told the driver I wanted to go to The Slaughtered Lamb. Oh yes, that place is real. It's a real restaurant in New York and the food, well, I'd be lying if I didn't say it wasn't awesome. They had werewolf decore and everything. Really great place. I'd told the place it was a birthday gift to myself, hell, it isn't often I just get to have my own company on my birthday, but this year, I damned well intended to and after this year I intend to do that more often. They had a special guest band too, just for that night. ZZ Top. This made my night. No actually what made my night was the place had told the band it was my birthday and not only did I get ZZ Top, plus crowd, plus staff singing a rocking Happy Birthday To You, but I got to give them requests. Freaking awesome.
. . .
Just a small note too, as well as the awesome dinner I scored for myself. You know what they gave me, it's pretty freaking awesome and, it was a good idea about getting out and getting my own little room to stay in, because I'm pretty sure, neither Sammy or Gabe would have let me back in. I'm pretty sure those gawkers near their side of the building enjoyed the show, something about a silhouette on the curtains, I'm just glad I had a enough sense not to look.
As well as the three pies I got to have when I was there, plus the birthday cake in the shape of a werewolf. Chocolate I might add. They gave me three pies, of my choice to take home. As a birthday treat. As I said, I had a freaking awesome birthday.
~ THE END ~