Not Exactly Wish Fulfilment
Title: Not Exactly Wish Fulfilment
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In an angel ruled society Dean Winchester hated angels. Naturally he fell for one. Aladdin AU
Disclaimer: This is an act of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters just the plot.
Dean was strolling the streets as fast as he could with a loaf of hot bread hidden in his jacket. Sam was pretty picky when it came to food even though more often than not they were broke and alone on the streets. Their dad was on business and probably wouldn’t be back for a few weeks. He had two apples in his pocket, too, just in case Sam felt the need to bitch about how bad bread was for them.
It was like living with a king who could never be pleased.
There was this phrase that was getting to be pretty funny. Born on the wrong side of the sheet. Dean Winchester found that funny mostly because he was born on the wrong side of the streets. He was happy that he was on the street though. There was this little apartment that no one lived in and he lived there with Sam. He was surprised that no one said anything about it; everyone in the building knew they lived there illegally.
They probably figured out that they had enough trouble without squatting on the list of crimes they committed.
Dean was three seconds from booking it out of the town square, because if he had to deal with Uriel and those other shitty angel guards he would be later than usual and despite the popular opinion of Sam he really didn’t’ enjoy hearing the kids bitch about everything. But he almost made it free when he caught wind of this guy who was probably breaking fashion laws. They were dicks, those angels who were in power. He wouldn’t put it past them to arrest the poor bastard.
Speaking of committed crimes, Dean thought to himself as he got a closer look at the guy
It was kind of humorous, if Dean really thought about it. He wasn’t really in homeless clothes, because at least the homeless could dress themselves. Dean was proof to that fact, and he always looked good.
He stuck out like a sore thumb even though it seemed like he was trying not to. He was in a suit--a suit! --and a coat and if he didn’t break angel code it was at least going into creeper territory.
It was a good thing that none of the guards was around because Dean knew that Raphael would have a field day with this guy who was just stumbling around all of the stands, looking like a lost puppy.
Dean needed to stop him before he got himself killed or got the guards. He was standing by an apple stand about three seconds from taking one. Little did this guy know that Gordon would shoot him on contact if he stole the sticker off of the apple.
Dean rolled his eyes and wondered briefly why he felt the need to help people. He ignored the kid stuck in a mud pile and went over to help the overdressed market virgin.
Dean rolled his eyes and wondered briefly why he felt the need to help people. He ignored the kid stuck in a mud pile and went over to help the overdressed market virgin.
He yanked his tie and tilted the man’s head to the side. He ignored the man’s feeble protests. “Stick the apple in my jacket pocket and follow my lead,” he hissed.
He had the most entrancing blue eyes and he couldn’t find it in him to look away from him. But the guy moved his hair so it was covering his eyes. Dean found himself pull away from the pull of his eyes and he handed the apple over.
And that is where the story starts. The single gift of an apple, and two boys.
The man nodded and Dean stepped in front of him. “Hey, Gordon. What’s going on?”
Gordon smiled and held his hand out and shook Dean’s. “Winchester, nothing much. Nice job on the last ghoul hunt.”
Dean tried not to seem smug, well too smug as him and Gordon fell into a quick fire of bullshitting back and forth. The man was getting antsy as Dean ended the conversation.
“Well, I thought I’d show Sam’s friend the town before he left. So I’m headed out,” he said, inching his way towards the exit when his cell phone shrilled loudly “I’m a Barbie Girl” which was inexplicably a call from Sam. It’d be alright except for two things.
One, he told Sam never to call him while he was in town on the off chance Uriel was around. And two, Uriel just happened to be around them when it rang.
“Shit,” Dean muttered as Uriel’s eyes met his.
“Winchester!” He shouted, making his way through the crowd, a few angel lackeys behind him.
Dean turned to the man. “Okay, follow me if you wanna live.”
The man looked confused. “Live?”
Dean groaned. “Just come on,” he yanked on the man’s arm and made a run for it. He chanced a look behind them and of course Uriel was gaining. Thank God for the no teleportation in town law. One good thing those good for nothing angels did.
Dean rounded the corner, smirking at them. “So long, Junk-less.”
It was a small victory because the angels only gained and Dean was running out of time. Shit. He couldn’t figure out a way to lose them.
The man pulled on Dean’s jacket. Dean rolled his eyes. “What?” He bit out.
“I would like to offer my services, if you would not mind.”
“What services?”
The man hesitated. “If we split up I could trap them where they couldn’t get us.”
Dean pondered it for a moment or two before ducking around another corner. “You mean I have to be the bait, right?”
“Naturally.”
*
Dean had agreed to stupider things in his life. He still had all the food, to that was always something. He didn’t really trust Castiel, the badly dressed man’s name, but he really didn’t have a choice. He trusted him more than those angels though.
Then they appeared in front of him and Castiel really needed to hurry up. “Finally, we got you Winchester.”
Dean snapped his fingers half-heartedly. “Shucks, Junk-less. I really enjoyed being The One Who Got Away though.”
Uriel glared. “Silence, boy. Where you’re going you won’t be making any jokes. Maybe I’ll get a vacation because you’ll finally be locked up. Actually, no. I’ll just try to find your abomination of a brother.”
Dean wanted to rush forward but that wasn’t part of the plan. He just grits his teeth at them. “You won’t touch Sammy.”
“That abomination? Trust me, there are plans for him. But I don’t plan on touching him more than I have to.”
“So come and get me,” Dean threatened. The angels started to come closer and right when they passed the limits of the city, Dean lit the match and suddenly they were surrounded by a circle of fire.
They looked furious but confused. Then Castiel popped back up and dammit he was a damn angel. Maybe he wasn’t one of the Royals at least. Dean had a second to gloat with his eyes before he tugged on Castiel’s trench coat. “Let’s go to home base.”
Within seconds they were gone.
*
“You really have to show me what you did one day.”
They were walking up to the apartments him and Sam were borrowing for the time being. Dean figured Castiel had proven himself worthy of coming to the house. “The holy fire?”
“Sure, was that the ring of fire?”
Castiel nodded after Dean decided to do an impromptu karaoke version of the song. “Yes, that was a circle of Holy Oil. Angels can’t pass through it.”
Dean opened the door and let Castiel pass through first. “And why did you need the holy oil? You got a witch mad at you or something?”
Castiel stopped in the living room and he looked honestly confused. “I have never met any witches before.”
Dean rolled his eyes and sped in front of Castiel so Sam didn’t freak out.
Or try to shoot him.
“What took you so-who the hell is that?”
Freak out much.
“Oh, Cas? Cas here had to get me out of a jam. How many times have I said not to call me in town? We had to fight off Junk-less and his brigade of dumb ass angels!”
Sam crossed his arms. “You could always just change your ringtone.”
“You could stop bitching and eat your damn bread.”
Sam groaned. “Bread Dean? Why do you do these things to me?”
Dean mimicked a talking hand to Castiel who didn’t get it but it was still funny to Dean. “I’m trying to give you love handles.”
Sam made a disgruntled noise and headed for the kitchen. Dean watched Sam disappear with an easy grin on his face and he just loved getting him all riled up. One of his favourite pastimes. He looked over to Cas who was looking in awe at the two brothers.
“You love your brother very much and even when you fight it’s not out of malice,” he said in a soft voice
Dean scoffed. “Fight? That wasn’t a fight, man. Wait until he gets his bitchface on. That wasn’t it,” he offered when Cas looked even more confused. That was just a regular Sam face. Just wait until the guy is really turning it on.”
Cas nodded and stood next to him awkwardly. It most definitely was not endearing and Dean didn’t perceive it that way either. It was awkward and didn’t bring a smile to Dean’s face.
Dean gestured to the next room. “Come on, let’s take the big tour and bother Sam a little bit.” Cas followed Dean without seconds thought and Dean tried to keep an actual smile off his face. He might just have to keep this angel.
*
“I know it’s not much,” Dean tells Cas as they climb the stairs up to the attic. Sam apparently bonded with the kid when Dean wasn’t paying attention because he asked if Cas was going to stay. Dean didn’t figured arguing with him would change his mind so with a smirk he asked if Cas wanted to spend the night.
“I don’t require room and board, Dean. I don’t sleep.”
Dean hmphed as they reached the attic. ‘Uh huh. Humor me then.” He turned to Cas and he nodded. Angels, he muttered to himself.
He headed towards the window to salt it down just in case. He sat down and vaguely noticed Cas sit down next to him. He salted the window and just looked out into the distance as the curtain kept blowing in Cas’ face. Dean snuck in a smile at Cas’ utter confusion as the curtain kept whipping to hit his face. It was an innocent gesture that Dean couldn’t help but enjoy watching.
When Cas started swatting at it like a cat Dean took the initiative to throw it outside so it was blowing in the wind still but not against the angels face. Cas looked down and a slight curve of his lips, very very slight, drew Dean’s attention. If Dean wasn’t hyperaware of his presence he would have missed it.
“I left,” Castiel whispered after a few silent moments. Dean looked his way but Cas wasn’t looking at him. “I was born a warrior and that’s what I’ve been doing since the Earth was created. A warrior watching as my brothers became corrupt and destroyed each other.”
Dean could believe it because they were probably all rotten princes over there. Dean didn’t dare say a word because no matter what they were still Castiel’s brothers. He didn’t say anything else for a while and Dean just sat with him. He didn’t need to have a conversation he was just fine being there.
“Thank you, Dean,” the angel mumbled.
“Dude, it’s just a curtain,” Dean joked with him.
Cas shook his head. “Not just for that, Dean. For today. You saved me from that hunter and took me into your home. For that I am eternally thankful.”
“It’s no problem, man. Just what I do.”
Cas looked over to him before looking back out to the city. It was full of buildings and in the far distance Dean could just barely make out the palace where the angels all lived. He’s never been there but he’s never had to. It was nice that they were some how separated.
The angels didn’t bother Dean too much because most of the time Sam and Dean were on a hunt and their friend Bobby lived in the next town over but they liked to squat here occassionally. No one really bothered them until now.
“I know it’s wrong but I am quite envious of your relationship with your brother. My brothers and I don’t share that same relationship.”
“You can have Sam if you want. He farts a lot and will complain most of the time. If you take him I’ll probably tag along because that’s just something I do. Two for one deal.”
Cas looked out into the distance. “As good as that sounds I will have to pass. I do have one brother that I had some relationship with. Besides Uriel.”
Dean turned swiftly to look at the angel next to him, surely he had to be kidding.
“You and Uriel are friends?” He demanded.
Cas nodded and he looked very focused once again. “Oh yes. We are very close.”
Dean laughed out loud at that. If that was close in Cas’ book he was slightly afraid what he thought of his friendship with Dean. If he would even call this a friendship. All they had done all day was lounge around and talk with Sam. With an alliance of some sort happening between the two and really when the hell did that happen. Dean was surprised to hear Sam ask if Cas was staying almost as much as Sam was when they walked through the door.
“Thinking now I am unsure if we are close at all. I find friendship quite…easy with you and your brother. It was never like this with anyone else.”
Dean shrugged and shot him a smile. “We’re the Winchesters, what did you expect?” He looked over and Cas was still staring at him. He looked bewildered and Dean didn’t know if he came on too strong. Dean opened his mouth to say something, anything but Cas wasn’t moving. “Cas?”
“Hey did you guys want---ah!” Sam exclaimed as he made it to the top of the stairs with papers flying everywhere. How he found a stack of papers, Dean will never know. Dean had the decency to feel a little bit uncomfortable at what Sam thought he walked in. “Did you guys want to be…alone?” He squeaked before he coughed to his regular octave.
Cas finally looked away from Dean and meets Sam’s eyes. “You can join us if you wish.”
“Um,” Sam mumbled.
“Calm down we weren’t doing anything,” Dean chastised because they weren’t. They weren’t! Dean didn’t acknowledge the fact that he wished they were because the look on Sam’s face would be priceless and he really wouldn’t mind some blasphemy in his life, more than usual.
Sam looked anywhere but at Dean. “Uh huh, sure you weren’t.”
All of a sudden Cas’ body froze which garnered the attention of both brothers. It didn’t even look like he was breathing. His eyes were closed, head slight bent and sitting still. Then his head popped up and when his eyes opened they were wild, unlike any angel Dean had ever seen.
They were always calm and collected and here Cas’ eyes weren’t like that.
“You have to leave. Both of you,” he grasped out. “Now.”
“What are you talking about, Cas?”
Cas rushed forward to Sam and Dean, hands out ready to touch their foreheads but before he could make contact he was disappeared before their eyes.
“Cas?” Dean called.
There was a deep laugh behind them. “Sorry Castiel has left the building.” They both turned around and sure enough there was Uriel, the bastard.
Sam glanced Dean’s way. “Dean,” he tried to mouth without moving it too much. “Did we ever figure out how to kill angels?”
“Nope.”
“Fuck.”
Uriel took a step forward. “You wouldn’t be able kill me you pieces of filth but I have some good news. Today is your lucky day. Today is the day I’ve been looking forward to for months. The day the mighty Winchester brothers fall.”
Dean tried to think quickly on his feet. As often as they tried to think of ways to kill an angel or at least injure one neither Sam nor Dean himself had been able to come up with anything. But he was kind of worried about their lives so he had to do something.
Dean grabbed a handful of salt and threw it in Uriel’s eyes. Dean didn’t think it did anything and he was right. He blew the remaining grains of salt off of his face and grabbed both Dean and Sam’s necks to hold them against the wall.
“I have had it with you two and now it’s over for you once and for all. Too bad Castiel is going to miss your funeral but now he’ll know his place.”
Dean tried to work against Uriel but it wasn’t working he was too strong. He knew there had to be something to do. Dean went to check his pocket to see if he had anything useful but Uriel slammed him up against the wall again and then the next thing Dean knew he was out like a light.
Uriel looked at his now mostly empty hands in disgust. Where the hell did they go? He looked down and there was a pile of mud in each hand. He knew who was responsible for this but luckily for him he would never show his face again so the Winchester’s were good as dead.
*
“What the hell?”
Dean wakes up and both he and Sam are lying in some cave that Cas obviously sent them to with magic or voodoo; whatever angels do. It looks like Sam was already up long before Dean woke up. The bitchface that Sam was projecting was just downright imminent. “Oh I don’t know, Dean. But nice job inviting an angel into our lives.”
Dean took a breath and glared at his brother. What was that supposed to mean? He was vaguely sure that Sam actually liked Cas but he could be wrong. Sam rolled his eyes and put on his best Dean impersonation. “’Never trust Royals, Sammy. They’re untrustworthy. Dad said so it must be true’ but yeah let’s bring home a royal angel. Never mind my rules to never trust an angel. He’s probably the reason they found us.”
Defenses leap to his tongue but Sam started up again. He just sat there until Sam got it all out of his system. “It’s funny that we don’t trust royals but the first time we do we’re lead straight to danger and Uriel. Super interesting, Dean. And I’m the one who is always blamed for bad decisions in this family. Wait until Bobby hears this one.”
“Sammy, come on. I don’t think Cas would do that. He-“
Sam slammed his palm on his forehead and walked around the cave laughter on the tip of his tongue. “‘Cas’? Cas. You gave him a nickname? Wow, Dean. You have it bad.”
“You do realize that you liked Cas and you were the one to invite him to stay the night.”
Sam pursed his lips. “Regardless, he’s a no good royal angel.”
Dean was going to keep going after Sam but he heard movement in the corner of the cave. He gave Sam a look and he matched it which meant that he heard it too. Of course how could they be in a dark cave and nothing bad happened at all. “The son of a bitch didn’t even zap us with weapons or salt. How convenient,” Sam whispered under his breath.
Dean didn’t have time for this and his first instinct was to protect Sam so he found a nearby rock and took the lead into searching for whatever was in the cave with them. He was officially agreeing with Sam about the fishy situation, even though it seemed fishy that Cas would go to all the trouble of sending them off only to betray them hours later. Perhaps what he was feeling- exactly why the only two people in the world he needed was Sam and Bobby.
He didn’t need some bimbo in his life or some angel that would betray them in a second. Like any other of his kind. Fucking angels.
“The most damage that’s going to do is give me a headache,” a disembodied voice rang out of the darkness. Sam exchanged yet another look with Dean and seriously thanks Cas. Thanks for giving us all these weapons, buddy. Appreciate it Dean thought to himself. He hoped the bastard heard that, too.
Dean braced himself for whatever the hell just made that noise to emerge from the darkness. And if he didn’t show himself in three minutes Dean was just going to start throwing rocks even though it wouldn’t work. Luckily for him as soon as the voice showed its face Dean threw the rock as hard as he could.
It bounced right off his head. “That really hurt my feelings, Dean-o.”
Sam blinked at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I thought we killed this guy, Dean?”
The Trickster sneered. “Yeah, not so much.”
The fact that they’re ideally weapon less to The Trickster worries Dean a lot and he wonders if Sam could escape at all. He hopes The Trickster will happily just take him because under no circumstances will Dean let Sam get hurt by this bastard at all. This is actually all of his fault and he won’t let Sam take any harm because of it.
“Oh calm down, I’m the one who saved you from Uriel so if I wanted you dead you would be dead.”
Sam and Dean just stared at him because that didn’t make sense. Monsters always wanted them dead but all of a sudden one didn’t. It was just…odd.
“Now you two must have done something really bad if you have an angel after you.”
“How do you know about angels?”
The trickster shrugs and the smile is still on his face but not as prominent as it was a few moments ago. “I know a lot of things, Dean. I guess first things first, my actual name is Gabriel.”
“Gabriel?” Sam demands. “Like the archangel?”
Gabriel rolls his eyes. “No, Gabriel Capone, nimrod.” Dean shared a look with Sam and it was evident that was a reference that not even he got. He gave Gabriel a look. “Alphonse?” Dean shook his head. “Al Capone ring any bells in that empty head of yours?” He spit and Sam had to hold Dean before he went off because Dean hated this guy so much.
“So you’re an archangel,” Sam amended but Gabriel still evaded the question. Kind of.
He shrugged. “Archangel, pagan god, genie. I am whatever your giant heart wants me to be.”
He puffed up and they watched him grow at least eight feet taller and he even started to take the shape of a genie. A fictional genie because he was emulating every cartoon drawing of a genie Dean had seen.
Dean held up his hands because this was just getting ridiculous now. “Genie’s don’t exist. Unless you’re a dijinn in which case I think I can find a way to gank you using only materials in this here cave.”
Gabriel glared at Dean before he puffed back down to his normal size and opacity. “Okay you’re right. But I’m the closest thing you have to one at least. And I’m exactly what you need because I am offering my non-genie archangel powers for good out of the kindness of my heart.”
Dean raised an eyebrow.
“I owe someone a favour and I think if I help you two mutton heads they’ll accept it as their own.”
Dean still didn’t believe anything that was coming out of this guy’s mouth. It wasn’t just he was a pagan god, he was a pagan god, a trickster and an angel for crying out loud. He didn’t trust him and frankly he didn’t trust any angels right now. Well probably one but that didn’t matter anymore.
Dean nudged Sam’s arm and they started to take their leave out of the cave.
“I think we have a common acquaintance, Dean. We both care a lot for Castiel,” he called out after Dean which made him stop where he stood. He turned around and Gabriel looked a bit melancholy.
Dean took a few steps toward him. He didn’t really know what he was doing or why just the name struck a chord with Dean. That angel in the beat up trench coat. How did one person, thing he corrected in his head, have such an effect on Dean and they met the day before. It didn’t make sense. Things didn’t happen like that in real life.
Dean understood lust but this was something different. This was something he couldn’t explain. This wasn’t something Dean felt for people who weren’t directly family. This protectiveness, swelling in his chest only belonged to his brother, his dad and Bobby. It didn’t make sense in his head.
Gabriel locked eyes with Dean and for the first time Dean could really see just how old he was. He looked weary and betrayed and just plain tired. This wasn’t The trickster that they had run into who was all smiles and jokes and death. This was an angel who had his own moments.
“So you have the hots for my brother, this is awesome! Let’s have a family reunion at the palace!”
And as soon as he thought it, felt badly for Gabriel, he was back to wishing he was out of his life.
Sam scoffed. “How are you going to help Dean win Cas.”
Gabriel held up a finger and he was transformed into a genie, what he thought was a genie anyway, before their eyes. “For all intents and purposes I am your genie. You know the gimmick, you get three wishes and then I get your soul.”
Sam’s face froze and looked over at his brother. Dean took a breath. “I’m pretty sure that’s not the rules.”
Gabriel’s face broke out into a laugh.
“Man you guys are too easy. Okay, three wishes for sure. Except you know, you only get one because I said so. Then the limitations: I can’t make anyone fall in love, can’t bring anyone back from the dead and I can’t kill anybody.”
“That’s a lie.”
Gabriel smirked at them and draped his arms over the brother’s shoulders, bringing the three of them closer together. Dean noticed Sam’s slight intake of breath when Gabriel went closer and Dean tried to block that out of his head.
That was number one on the list of things he did not want to think about.
“So problem. Gender changes aren’t really in my contract.” The genie pointed out to Dean. Dean gave him another look, an unimpressed look. He didn’t ask for that at all. If he did he was pretty sure he was going to deny it until his dying day. Sam obviously found it funny because he busted out laughing but fuck him. Dean kicked him in the back of the shin.
“You do realize that Castiel is an angel prince right? If you did want to woo him or whatever the hell you humans do that isn’t sex you’d have to be a woman.”
Dean stopped breathing for a moment. He didn’t know Cas was a prince. That was kind of heavy. How in the world did he fall for him?
“Is there another way?” Sam asked.
Dean turned away, not really. If what Gabriel was saying was true then one of the stipulations of a prince marrying a princess was essentially the princess part of the equation. Was Castiel was worth all of that?
“I was just messing with you, guys. Really it’s like you haven’t been paying attention the last couple of years. Sure. All you have to do is woo him, like I said in the first place.”
Dean punched Gabriel in the arm but it only hurt his fist. He should have learned the first time he hit Uriel but it was still worth a try. “That’s the best damn think you’ve said today, Gabriel. Let’s go get us an angel.”
*
Castiel was waiting in the castle for Uriel’s return. He knows that Uriel went with Dean and Sam and angels didn’t feel emotions. Well most of them. But there was this bout of…anxiety going on in his vessel’s body. Once he made it back into the castle he couldn’t find it in him to leave his vessel. Perhaps it was the mans’ dying wish to be an angels vessel he didn’t know.
It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that on the off chance that Uriel brings Dean back he wouldn’t recognize Castiel any other way.
He watched as Uriel materialized, alone with a smug smile on his face. Castiel just stared at him, it was odd that he was still wearing his vessel as well but didn’t embark on it even though it was really peculiar because Uriel hated the humans.
“I do not know what you are waiting for, brother. The humans you were with are gone.”
With that he left Castiel alone once more.
Castiel couldn’t think or feel he just sat there. Gone. How is it that of all his father’s creations he would create two that Castiel enjoyed only to have Uriel kill them later. It made no sense and Castiel couldn’t understand this…this anger he was feeling. His vessel’s body felt like it was on thin ice so close to breaking.
He knew what he had to do. He closed his eyes and the next time he opened them his brother Lucifer was staring right at him.
“What brings you down in the basement Castiel?”
*
If Dean didn’t hate angels before he travelled with one he certainly did now. He did not like angel travel at all. First of all Gabriel waving those two fingers did not sit well with him at all in the very least. Then as soon as they made it into the angel’s palace he felt sick to his stomach. Sam looked like he was feeling the same exact way. But that was eerily similar to one of his infamous looks so he wasn’t too sure and wasn’t going to ask.
“Dean can I ask you something?” Sam asked.
“Sure.”
Sam hesitated for a moment. “Now, I’m happy for you, really. If you want to be in a-be with Castiel. Really happy. Ecstatic even. But what are we going to do after?”
Dean didn’t know where Sam was going with this. “After what?”
“You know. What happens after you woo him or fail to woo him? We’re hunters. We travel around together. I know I could humor the idea but there is no way you’re going to stay with a bunch of angels for the rest of your existence.”
That would be the last thing Dean would want to do.
Dean waved him away. “Sam, come on. We’re gonna keep on hunting, me and you.”
Sam forced a smile. “But what if Cas doesn’t want to come?”
Dean’s smiles faded in reflection with Sam’s. Dean knows he probably wouldn’t say something unless he was really trying to be a pain in the ass or if it was really bothering him. The kid has enough abandonment issues that if he shrunk a little bit he could be confused for Dean.
Dean would never do that to him, falling for an angel or not.
“Sam who the hell do you think I am? It’s me and you til the end. If Cas wants to be there he will. I’m not leaving you, okay?”
Sam’s smile was brought back to his face and opened his mouth to say something else but Gabriel thundered into the room.
“This lady chat is really becoming of you two girls but we have to go. Preferably now. Uriel is such a degenerate.”
“Mind explaining why we have to leave so quickly?”
Gabriel drops his voice so low Dean’s almost convinced he’s praying but he’s just mumbling nonsense. He rolls his eyes and shoves Sam and Dean into the direction he wants them to go.
“Uriel told Cassy you’re dead and now he’s making a deal with Lucifer right this moment to find your dumb ass.”
Sam dug his heels into the ground. “Okay cut the shit, Gabriel. Lucifer doesn’t exist. Now where the hell are we going?”
“Sometimes Sam you’re dumb as rocks,” he stopped and a giant smile. “Remind me to expand on that later but for now go save Cas.”
Then they were in a dark dungeon. Dean spun around attempting to get used to the darkness. He hated the angel travelling he really did. So much. Within seconds Sam was next to him. Thank god. He didn’t need Sam’s arm sticking out the top of his head or some other time travel freak accident.
Dean looked around and it seemed pretty safe so they started walking forward. “No matter what Gabriel is never doing that to us again.” Sam absently nodded and took the lead in the dark. Dean trusted Sam’s judgment and hell he could probably see the sun up there so it was very helpful.
They didn’t know exactly where they were going but the fact that Castiel was visiting with Lucifer was at the back of his head pushing him to keep walking further into the unknown dungeon. At least he had a knife in his pocket this time not that it would help matters any.
At least they had something to protect themselves with.
Sam nudged Dean and they sped their walking up a little bit then Dean found Cas. He wasn’t really doing anything but he was by a cage which wasn’t the best situation that Dean was hoping for. He really hoped the devil wasn’t in that cage.
“Cas what? What…what are you doing?”
Cas looked up and Dean scoffed at his brother. “What are you my sassy gay brother?”
“Dean?” Cas croaked, very unangel-like if Dean might add. It was his normal tone but there was some emotion there that Dean couldn’t really place. He immediately stood up straight and fixed his trench coat. “What are you-I thought you were dead.”
Dean nonchalantly moved forward closer to Cas a weight off his back because the stupid angel was in front of him. He wasn’t being zapped anywhere and he was just solid in front of him. “What’d I tell you about that? C’mon we’re Winchesters. We don’t die, your highness,” he mocked.
Castiel looked away and he looked almost embarrassed. “Don’t call me that. I’m not much of a prince.”
Dean waved an arm away from the dungeon. “Are we done with this? I was hoping we can talk somewhere that didn’t include dark and Lucifer.”
He nodded and then the three of them were back in the main level of the palace. Dean didn’t see this part before so he was curious if this was Castiel’s room. Dean couldn’t help but look at Cas and vaguely realized when Sam said he was going to find Gabriel.
“What would have happened if I didn’t come when I did?”
Cas shrugged. “Offer my servitude to Lucifer,” he answered and before Dean had a chance to show his shock to the full extent he was feeling Cas cracked that little half smile he pulled back at their place. “I would never. Gabriel is not the only one of my brothers who owes me a favour or two.”
Dean started nodding. He didn’t know what was next. He knew certain steps to get where he wanted to go but for some reason he got the feeling that he wanted more than just a few (dozen) romps with the angel in front of him, however badly that scared him.
But he did come all the way here when he could have just left. He knew Cas was never truly in danger yet he couldn’t help but follow him. He didn’t know what that meant either.
“What do I have to say to get you to hunt with us?” Dean asked.
That was the closest to asking someone to go steady with him than he had in his entire life. That is probably the best offer he would ever say out loud and it wasn’t as bad as if he didn’t ask. He had to ask and if Cas said no he didn’t know what he was going to do.
Cas leaned forward and his head hovered right next to Dean’s ear. “Ask.”
A half smile curved on Dean’s lips. “You wanna give all this fancy royal pain the ass shit up and come hunt with me and my brother?”
Cas leaned forward and pressed his lips against Dean’s. It took everything in Dean’s power not to push him up against a wall but he did reach a hand to hold his head steady. Cas took the initiative and before Dean knew it he was pressed against the wall with angel lips kissing him.
He let Cas lead the kiss until he pulled back and his eyes were more wild than they were before. His hair was a mess and Dean was getting used to that trench coat.
“I saw you before,” he confessed. When Dean just looked confused he continued. “In town. I saw you and your brother. I know I shouldn’t have but I wanted you then.”
Dean laughed. “Aren’t you just a pedophile angel,” he teased.
“I don’t know what that means.”
Dean kissed his lips once more to shut him up which ended up being very effective. He would definitely use this in the future as long as they did have a future.
There was a crash in the other room and Cas sighed against Dean’s lips.
“Gabriel just turned your brother into a rock.’
Dean tensed and clenched his jaw. Gabriel was just a giant pain in his ass. He didn’t give a shit if he was Cas’ brother or not. “I’m going to kill him.”
*
Dean didn’t know an angel and a human could argue that much. As soon as Cas turned Sam back into Sam he went and found Gabriel, how don’t fucking ask Dean because he doesn’t know, and he ripped him a new one. And Gabriel apparently liked yelling back because that’s what they’ve been doing for the last 30 minutes.
“I think I enjoyed it better when your brother was a rock,” Cas said next to him.
Dean laughed despite himself. “Dude that’s my brother.”
“I also wish my brother was sedimentary as of present if that makes you feel any better.”
Dean shot Cas a look to see if he was joking and his face was as serious as it had always been which made Dean just smile. It was funny because he would like to drop Gabriel into frozen carbonite Han Solo style but Cas saying it even seriously is just fucking funny to him.
“I’m hoping they get it out of their system now and we can have some peace and quiet in this place,” Dean told him. He looked over and Sam was making the bitchface at Gabriel and all he was doing was smiling. Dean was half tempted to show Cas what the bitchface looked like but right now he couldn’t be bothered.
Cas signed which made Dean bring his full attention back to him. “Is this what it’s going to be like with you? Bickering and sexual deviance?”
Dean froze. Cas technically didn’t say he’d come with them and every single insecurity he had came rising up like a bad chill up his back.
He couldn’t lie about it though.
“Probably.”
“Then you have my answer,” Cas told him with an answering kiss. Dean smiled against him and that was the best answer Cas could give him even if there was shouting in the background. This was perfect.
He could get used to this even if Cas was a good for nothing royal angel.
end
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In an angel ruled society Dean Winchester hated angels. Naturally he fell for one. Aladdin AU
Disclaimer: This is an act of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters just the plot.
Dean was strolling the streets as fast as he could with a loaf of hot bread hidden in his jacket. Sam was pretty picky when it came to food even though more often than not they were broke and alone on the streets. Their dad was on business and probably wouldn’t be back for a few weeks. He had two apples in his pocket, too, just in case Sam felt the need to bitch about how bad bread was for them.
It was like living with a king who could never be pleased.
There was this phrase that was getting to be pretty funny. Born on the wrong side of the sheet. Dean Winchester found that funny mostly because he was born on the wrong side of the streets. He was happy that he was on the street though. There was this little apartment that no one lived in and he lived there with Sam. He was surprised that no one said anything about it; everyone in the building knew they lived there illegally.
They probably figured out that they had enough trouble without squatting on the list of crimes they committed.
Dean was three seconds from booking it out of the town square, because if he had to deal with Uriel and those other shitty angel guards he would be later than usual and despite the popular opinion of Sam he really didn’t’ enjoy hearing the kids bitch about everything. But he almost made it free when he caught wind of this guy who was probably breaking fashion laws. They were dicks, those angels who were in power. He wouldn’t put it past them to arrest the poor bastard.
Speaking of committed crimes, Dean thought to himself as he got a closer look at the guy
It was kind of humorous, if Dean really thought about it. He wasn’t really in homeless clothes, because at least the homeless could dress themselves. Dean was proof to that fact, and he always looked good.
He stuck out like a sore thumb even though it seemed like he was trying not to. He was in a suit--a suit! --and a coat and if he didn’t break angel code it was at least going into creeper territory.
It was a good thing that none of the guards was around because Dean knew that Raphael would have a field day with this guy who was just stumbling around all of the stands, looking like a lost puppy.
Dean needed to stop him before he got himself killed or got the guards. He was standing by an apple stand about three seconds from taking one. Little did this guy know that Gordon would shoot him on contact if he stole the sticker off of the apple.
Dean rolled his eyes and wondered briefly why he felt the need to help people. He ignored the kid stuck in a mud pile and went over to help the overdressed market virgin.
Dean rolled his eyes and wondered briefly why he felt the need to help people. He ignored the kid stuck in a mud pile and went over to help the overdressed market virgin.
He yanked his tie and tilted the man’s head to the side. He ignored the man’s feeble protests. “Stick the apple in my jacket pocket and follow my lead,” he hissed.
He had the most entrancing blue eyes and he couldn’t find it in him to look away from him. But the guy moved his hair so it was covering his eyes. Dean found himself pull away from the pull of his eyes and he handed the apple over.
And that is where the story starts. The single gift of an apple, and two boys.
The man nodded and Dean stepped in front of him. “Hey, Gordon. What’s going on?”
Gordon smiled and held his hand out and shook Dean’s. “Winchester, nothing much. Nice job on the last ghoul hunt.”
Dean tried not to seem smug, well too smug as him and Gordon fell into a quick fire of bullshitting back and forth. The man was getting antsy as Dean ended the conversation.
“Well, I thought I’d show Sam’s friend the town before he left. So I’m headed out,” he said, inching his way towards the exit when his cell phone shrilled loudly “I’m a Barbie Girl” which was inexplicably a call from Sam. It’d be alright except for two things.
One, he told Sam never to call him while he was in town on the off chance Uriel was around. And two, Uriel just happened to be around them when it rang.
“Shit,” Dean muttered as Uriel’s eyes met his.
“Winchester!” He shouted, making his way through the crowd, a few angel lackeys behind him.
Dean turned to the man. “Okay, follow me if you wanna live.”
The man looked confused. “Live?”
Dean groaned. “Just come on,” he yanked on the man’s arm and made a run for it. He chanced a look behind them and of course Uriel was gaining. Thank God for the no teleportation in town law. One good thing those good for nothing angels did.
Dean rounded the corner, smirking at them. “So long, Junk-less.”
It was a small victory because the angels only gained and Dean was running out of time. Shit. He couldn’t figure out a way to lose them.
The man pulled on Dean’s jacket. Dean rolled his eyes. “What?” He bit out.
“I would like to offer my services, if you would not mind.”
“What services?”
The man hesitated. “If we split up I could trap them where they couldn’t get us.”
Dean pondered it for a moment or two before ducking around another corner. “You mean I have to be the bait, right?”
“Naturally.”
*
Dean had agreed to stupider things in his life. He still had all the food, to that was always something. He didn’t really trust Castiel, the badly dressed man’s name, but he really didn’t have a choice. He trusted him more than those angels though.
Then they appeared in front of him and Castiel really needed to hurry up. “Finally, we got you Winchester.”
Dean snapped his fingers half-heartedly. “Shucks, Junk-less. I really enjoyed being The One Who Got Away though.”
Uriel glared. “Silence, boy. Where you’re going you won’t be making any jokes. Maybe I’ll get a vacation because you’ll finally be locked up. Actually, no. I’ll just try to find your abomination of a brother.”
Dean wanted to rush forward but that wasn’t part of the plan. He just grits his teeth at them. “You won’t touch Sammy.”
“That abomination? Trust me, there are plans for him. But I don’t plan on touching him more than I have to.”
“So come and get me,” Dean threatened. The angels started to come closer and right when they passed the limits of the city, Dean lit the match and suddenly they were surrounded by a circle of fire.
They looked furious but confused. Then Castiel popped back up and dammit he was a damn angel. Maybe he wasn’t one of the Royals at least. Dean had a second to gloat with his eyes before he tugged on Castiel’s trench coat. “Let’s go to home base.”
Within seconds they were gone.
*
“You really have to show me what you did one day.”
They were walking up to the apartments him and Sam were borrowing for the time being. Dean figured Castiel had proven himself worthy of coming to the house. “The holy fire?”
“Sure, was that the ring of fire?”
Castiel nodded after Dean decided to do an impromptu karaoke version of the song. “Yes, that was a circle of Holy Oil. Angels can’t pass through it.”
Dean opened the door and let Castiel pass through first. “And why did you need the holy oil? You got a witch mad at you or something?”
Castiel stopped in the living room and he looked honestly confused. “I have never met any witches before.”
Dean rolled his eyes and sped in front of Castiel so Sam didn’t freak out.
Or try to shoot him.
“What took you so-who the hell is that?”
Freak out much.
“Oh, Cas? Cas here had to get me out of a jam. How many times have I said not to call me in town? We had to fight off Junk-less and his brigade of dumb ass angels!”
Sam crossed his arms. “You could always just change your ringtone.”
“You could stop bitching and eat your damn bread.”
Sam groaned. “Bread Dean? Why do you do these things to me?”
Dean mimicked a talking hand to Castiel who didn’t get it but it was still funny to Dean. “I’m trying to give you love handles.”
Sam made a disgruntled noise and headed for the kitchen. Dean watched Sam disappear with an easy grin on his face and he just loved getting him all riled up. One of his favourite pastimes. He looked over to Cas who was looking in awe at the two brothers.
“You love your brother very much and even when you fight it’s not out of malice,” he said in a soft voice
Dean scoffed. “Fight? That wasn’t a fight, man. Wait until he gets his bitchface on. That wasn’t it,” he offered when Cas looked even more confused. That was just a regular Sam face. Just wait until the guy is really turning it on.”
Cas nodded and stood next to him awkwardly. It most definitely was not endearing and Dean didn’t perceive it that way either. It was awkward and didn’t bring a smile to Dean’s face.
Dean gestured to the next room. “Come on, let’s take the big tour and bother Sam a little bit.” Cas followed Dean without seconds thought and Dean tried to keep an actual smile off his face. He might just have to keep this angel.
*
“I know it’s not much,” Dean tells Cas as they climb the stairs up to the attic. Sam apparently bonded with the kid when Dean wasn’t paying attention because he asked if Cas was going to stay. Dean didn’t figured arguing with him would change his mind so with a smirk he asked if Cas wanted to spend the night.
“I don’t require room and board, Dean. I don’t sleep.”
Dean hmphed as they reached the attic. ‘Uh huh. Humor me then.” He turned to Cas and he nodded. Angels, he muttered to himself.
He headed towards the window to salt it down just in case. He sat down and vaguely noticed Cas sit down next to him. He salted the window and just looked out into the distance as the curtain kept blowing in Cas’ face. Dean snuck in a smile at Cas’ utter confusion as the curtain kept whipping to hit his face. It was an innocent gesture that Dean couldn’t help but enjoy watching.
When Cas started swatting at it like a cat Dean took the initiative to throw it outside so it was blowing in the wind still but not against the angels face. Cas looked down and a slight curve of his lips, very very slight, drew Dean’s attention. If Dean wasn’t hyperaware of his presence he would have missed it.
“I left,” Castiel whispered after a few silent moments. Dean looked his way but Cas wasn’t looking at him. “I was born a warrior and that’s what I’ve been doing since the Earth was created. A warrior watching as my brothers became corrupt and destroyed each other.”
Dean could believe it because they were probably all rotten princes over there. Dean didn’t dare say a word because no matter what they were still Castiel’s brothers. He didn’t say anything else for a while and Dean just sat with him. He didn’t need to have a conversation he was just fine being there.
“Thank you, Dean,” the angel mumbled.
“Dude, it’s just a curtain,” Dean joked with him.
Cas shook his head. “Not just for that, Dean. For today. You saved me from that hunter and took me into your home. For that I am eternally thankful.”
“It’s no problem, man. Just what I do.”
Cas looked over to him before looking back out to the city. It was full of buildings and in the far distance Dean could just barely make out the palace where the angels all lived. He’s never been there but he’s never had to. It was nice that they were some how separated.
The angels didn’t bother Dean too much because most of the time Sam and Dean were on a hunt and their friend Bobby lived in the next town over but they liked to squat here occassionally. No one really bothered them until now.
“I know it’s wrong but I am quite envious of your relationship with your brother. My brothers and I don’t share that same relationship.”
“You can have Sam if you want. He farts a lot and will complain most of the time. If you take him I’ll probably tag along because that’s just something I do. Two for one deal.”
Cas looked out into the distance. “As good as that sounds I will have to pass. I do have one brother that I had some relationship with. Besides Uriel.”
Dean turned swiftly to look at the angel next to him, surely he had to be kidding.
“You and Uriel are friends?” He demanded.
Cas nodded and he looked very focused once again. “Oh yes. We are very close.”
Dean laughed out loud at that. If that was close in Cas’ book he was slightly afraid what he thought of his friendship with Dean. If he would even call this a friendship. All they had done all day was lounge around and talk with Sam. With an alliance of some sort happening between the two and really when the hell did that happen. Dean was surprised to hear Sam ask if Cas was staying almost as much as Sam was when they walked through the door.
“Thinking now I am unsure if we are close at all. I find friendship quite…easy with you and your brother. It was never like this with anyone else.”
Dean shrugged and shot him a smile. “We’re the Winchesters, what did you expect?” He looked over and Cas was still staring at him. He looked bewildered and Dean didn’t know if he came on too strong. Dean opened his mouth to say something, anything but Cas wasn’t moving. “Cas?”
“Hey did you guys want---ah!” Sam exclaimed as he made it to the top of the stairs with papers flying everywhere. How he found a stack of papers, Dean will never know. Dean had the decency to feel a little bit uncomfortable at what Sam thought he walked in. “Did you guys want to be…alone?” He squeaked before he coughed to his regular octave.
Cas finally looked away from Dean and meets Sam’s eyes. “You can join us if you wish.”
“Um,” Sam mumbled.
“Calm down we weren’t doing anything,” Dean chastised because they weren’t. They weren’t! Dean didn’t acknowledge the fact that he wished they were because the look on Sam’s face would be priceless and he really wouldn’t mind some blasphemy in his life, more than usual.
Sam looked anywhere but at Dean. “Uh huh, sure you weren’t.”
All of a sudden Cas’ body froze which garnered the attention of both brothers. It didn’t even look like he was breathing. His eyes were closed, head slight bent and sitting still. Then his head popped up and when his eyes opened they were wild, unlike any angel Dean had ever seen.
They were always calm and collected and here Cas’ eyes weren’t like that.
“You have to leave. Both of you,” he grasped out. “Now.”
“What are you talking about, Cas?”
Cas rushed forward to Sam and Dean, hands out ready to touch their foreheads but before he could make contact he was disappeared before their eyes.
“Cas?” Dean called.
There was a deep laugh behind them. “Sorry Castiel has left the building.” They both turned around and sure enough there was Uriel, the bastard.
Sam glanced Dean’s way. “Dean,” he tried to mouth without moving it too much. “Did we ever figure out how to kill angels?”
“Nope.”
“Fuck.”
Uriel took a step forward. “You wouldn’t be able kill me you pieces of filth but I have some good news. Today is your lucky day. Today is the day I’ve been looking forward to for months. The day the mighty Winchester brothers fall.”
Dean tried to think quickly on his feet. As often as they tried to think of ways to kill an angel or at least injure one neither Sam nor Dean himself had been able to come up with anything. But he was kind of worried about their lives so he had to do something.
Dean grabbed a handful of salt and threw it in Uriel’s eyes. Dean didn’t think it did anything and he was right. He blew the remaining grains of salt off of his face and grabbed both Dean and Sam’s necks to hold them against the wall.
“I have had it with you two and now it’s over for you once and for all. Too bad Castiel is going to miss your funeral but now he’ll know his place.”
Dean tried to work against Uriel but it wasn’t working he was too strong. He knew there had to be something to do. Dean went to check his pocket to see if he had anything useful but Uriel slammed him up against the wall again and then the next thing Dean knew he was out like a light.
Uriel looked at his now mostly empty hands in disgust. Where the hell did they go? He looked down and there was a pile of mud in each hand. He knew who was responsible for this but luckily for him he would never show his face again so the Winchester’s were good as dead.
*
“What the hell?”
Dean wakes up and both he and Sam are lying in some cave that Cas obviously sent them to with magic or voodoo; whatever angels do. It looks like Sam was already up long before Dean woke up. The bitchface that Sam was projecting was just downright imminent. “Oh I don’t know, Dean. But nice job inviting an angel into our lives.”
Dean took a breath and glared at his brother. What was that supposed to mean? He was vaguely sure that Sam actually liked Cas but he could be wrong. Sam rolled his eyes and put on his best Dean impersonation. “’Never trust Royals, Sammy. They’re untrustworthy. Dad said so it must be true’ but yeah let’s bring home a royal angel. Never mind my rules to never trust an angel. He’s probably the reason they found us.”
Defenses leap to his tongue but Sam started up again. He just sat there until Sam got it all out of his system. “It’s funny that we don’t trust royals but the first time we do we’re lead straight to danger and Uriel. Super interesting, Dean. And I’m the one who is always blamed for bad decisions in this family. Wait until Bobby hears this one.”
“Sammy, come on. I don’t think Cas would do that. He-“
Sam slammed his palm on his forehead and walked around the cave laughter on the tip of his tongue. “‘Cas’? Cas. You gave him a nickname? Wow, Dean. You have it bad.”
“You do realize that you liked Cas and you were the one to invite him to stay the night.”
Sam pursed his lips. “Regardless, he’s a no good royal angel.”
Dean was going to keep going after Sam but he heard movement in the corner of the cave. He gave Sam a look and he matched it which meant that he heard it too. Of course how could they be in a dark cave and nothing bad happened at all. “The son of a bitch didn’t even zap us with weapons or salt. How convenient,” Sam whispered under his breath.
Dean didn’t have time for this and his first instinct was to protect Sam so he found a nearby rock and took the lead into searching for whatever was in the cave with them. He was officially agreeing with Sam about the fishy situation, even though it seemed fishy that Cas would go to all the trouble of sending them off only to betray them hours later. Perhaps what he was feeling- exactly why the only two people in the world he needed was Sam and Bobby.
He didn’t need some bimbo in his life or some angel that would betray them in a second. Like any other of his kind. Fucking angels.
“The most damage that’s going to do is give me a headache,” a disembodied voice rang out of the darkness. Sam exchanged yet another look with Dean and seriously thanks Cas. Thanks for giving us all these weapons, buddy. Appreciate it Dean thought to himself. He hoped the bastard heard that, too.
Dean braced himself for whatever the hell just made that noise to emerge from the darkness. And if he didn’t show himself in three minutes Dean was just going to start throwing rocks even though it wouldn’t work. Luckily for him as soon as the voice showed its face Dean threw the rock as hard as he could.
It bounced right off his head. “That really hurt my feelings, Dean-o.”
Sam blinked at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I thought we killed this guy, Dean?”
The Trickster sneered. “Yeah, not so much.”
The fact that they’re ideally weapon less to The Trickster worries Dean a lot and he wonders if Sam could escape at all. He hopes The Trickster will happily just take him because under no circumstances will Dean let Sam get hurt by this bastard at all. This is actually all of his fault and he won’t let Sam take any harm because of it.
“Oh calm down, I’m the one who saved you from Uriel so if I wanted you dead you would be dead.”
Sam and Dean just stared at him because that didn’t make sense. Monsters always wanted them dead but all of a sudden one didn’t. It was just…odd.
“Now you two must have done something really bad if you have an angel after you.”
“How do you know about angels?”
The trickster shrugs and the smile is still on his face but not as prominent as it was a few moments ago. “I know a lot of things, Dean. I guess first things first, my actual name is Gabriel.”
“Gabriel?” Sam demands. “Like the archangel?”
Gabriel rolls his eyes. “No, Gabriel Capone, nimrod.” Dean shared a look with Sam and it was evident that was a reference that not even he got. He gave Gabriel a look. “Alphonse?” Dean shook his head. “Al Capone ring any bells in that empty head of yours?” He spit and Sam had to hold Dean before he went off because Dean hated this guy so much.
“So you’re an archangel,” Sam amended but Gabriel still evaded the question. Kind of.
He shrugged. “Archangel, pagan god, genie. I am whatever your giant heart wants me to be.”
He puffed up and they watched him grow at least eight feet taller and he even started to take the shape of a genie. A fictional genie because he was emulating every cartoon drawing of a genie Dean had seen.
Dean held up his hands because this was just getting ridiculous now. “Genie’s don’t exist. Unless you’re a dijinn in which case I think I can find a way to gank you using only materials in this here cave.”
Gabriel glared at Dean before he puffed back down to his normal size and opacity. “Okay you’re right. But I’m the closest thing you have to one at least. And I’m exactly what you need because I am offering my non-genie archangel powers for good out of the kindness of my heart.”
Dean raised an eyebrow.
“I owe someone a favour and I think if I help you two mutton heads they’ll accept it as their own.”
Dean still didn’t believe anything that was coming out of this guy’s mouth. It wasn’t just he was a pagan god, he was a pagan god, a trickster and an angel for crying out loud. He didn’t trust him and frankly he didn’t trust any angels right now. Well probably one but that didn’t matter anymore.
Dean nudged Sam’s arm and they started to take their leave out of the cave.
“I think we have a common acquaintance, Dean. We both care a lot for Castiel,” he called out after Dean which made him stop where he stood. He turned around and Gabriel looked a bit melancholy.
Dean took a few steps toward him. He didn’t really know what he was doing or why just the name struck a chord with Dean. That angel in the beat up trench coat. How did one person, thing he corrected in his head, have such an effect on Dean and they met the day before. It didn’t make sense. Things didn’t happen like that in real life.
Dean understood lust but this was something different. This was something he couldn’t explain. This wasn’t something Dean felt for people who weren’t directly family. This protectiveness, swelling in his chest only belonged to his brother, his dad and Bobby. It didn’t make sense in his head.
Gabriel locked eyes with Dean and for the first time Dean could really see just how old he was. He looked weary and betrayed and just plain tired. This wasn’t The trickster that they had run into who was all smiles and jokes and death. This was an angel who had his own moments.
“So you have the hots for my brother, this is awesome! Let’s have a family reunion at the palace!”
And as soon as he thought it, felt badly for Gabriel, he was back to wishing he was out of his life.
Sam scoffed. “How are you going to help Dean win Cas.”
Gabriel held up a finger and he was transformed into a genie, what he thought was a genie anyway, before their eyes. “For all intents and purposes I am your genie. You know the gimmick, you get three wishes and then I get your soul.”
Sam’s face froze and looked over at his brother. Dean took a breath. “I’m pretty sure that’s not the rules.”
Gabriel’s face broke out into a laugh.
“Man you guys are too easy. Okay, three wishes for sure. Except you know, you only get one because I said so. Then the limitations: I can’t make anyone fall in love, can’t bring anyone back from the dead and I can’t kill anybody.”
“That’s a lie.”
Gabriel smirked at them and draped his arms over the brother’s shoulders, bringing the three of them closer together. Dean noticed Sam’s slight intake of breath when Gabriel went closer and Dean tried to block that out of his head.
That was number one on the list of things he did not want to think about.
“So problem. Gender changes aren’t really in my contract.” The genie pointed out to Dean. Dean gave him another look, an unimpressed look. He didn’t ask for that at all. If he did he was pretty sure he was going to deny it until his dying day. Sam obviously found it funny because he busted out laughing but fuck him. Dean kicked him in the back of the shin.
“You do realize that Castiel is an angel prince right? If you did want to woo him or whatever the hell you humans do that isn’t sex you’d have to be a woman.”
Dean stopped breathing for a moment. He didn’t know Cas was a prince. That was kind of heavy. How in the world did he fall for him?
“Is there another way?” Sam asked.
Dean turned away, not really. If what Gabriel was saying was true then one of the stipulations of a prince marrying a princess was essentially the princess part of the equation. Was Castiel was worth all of that?
“I was just messing with you, guys. Really it’s like you haven’t been paying attention the last couple of years. Sure. All you have to do is woo him, like I said in the first place.”
Dean punched Gabriel in the arm but it only hurt his fist. He should have learned the first time he hit Uriel but it was still worth a try. “That’s the best damn think you’ve said today, Gabriel. Let’s go get us an angel.”
*
Castiel was waiting in the castle for Uriel’s return. He knows that Uriel went with Dean and Sam and angels didn’t feel emotions. Well most of them. But there was this bout of…anxiety going on in his vessel’s body. Once he made it back into the castle he couldn’t find it in him to leave his vessel. Perhaps it was the mans’ dying wish to be an angels vessel he didn’t know.
It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that on the off chance that Uriel brings Dean back he wouldn’t recognize Castiel any other way.
He watched as Uriel materialized, alone with a smug smile on his face. Castiel just stared at him, it was odd that he was still wearing his vessel as well but didn’t embark on it even though it was really peculiar because Uriel hated the humans.
“I do not know what you are waiting for, brother. The humans you were with are gone.”
With that he left Castiel alone once more.
Castiel couldn’t think or feel he just sat there. Gone. How is it that of all his father’s creations he would create two that Castiel enjoyed only to have Uriel kill them later. It made no sense and Castiel couldn’t understand this…this anger he was feeling. His vessel’s body felt like it was on thin ice so close to breaking.
He knew what he had to do. He closed his eyes and the next time he opened them his brother Lucifer was staring right at him.
“What brings you down in the basement Castiel?”
*
If Dean didn’t hate angels before he travelled with one he certainly did now. He did not like angel travel at all. First of all Gabriel waving those two fingers did not sit well with him at all in the very least. Then as soon as they made it into the angel’s palace he felt sick to his stomach. Sam looked like he was feeling the same exact way. But that was eerily similar to one of his infamous looks so he wasn’t too sure and wasn’t going to ask.
“Dean can I ask you something?” Sam asked.
“Sure.”
Sam hesitated for a moment. “Now, I’m happy for you, really. If you want to be in a-be with Castiel. Really happy. Ecstatic even. But what are we going to do after?”
Dean didn’t know where Sam was going with this. “After what?”
“You know. What happens after you woo him or fail to woo him? We’re hunters. We travel around together. I know I could humor the idea but there is no way you’re going to stay with a bunch of angels for the rest of your existence.”
That would be the last thing Dean would want to do.
Dean waved him away. “Sam, come on. We’re gonna keep on hunting, me and you.”
Sam forced a smile. “But what if Cas doesn’t want to come?”
Dean’s smiles faded in reflection with Sam’s. Dean knows he probably wouldn’t say something unless he was really trying to be a pain in the ass or if it was really bothering him. The kid has enough abandonment issues that if he shrunk a little bit he could be confused for Dean.
Dean would never do that to him, falling for an angel or not.
“Sam who the hell do you think I am? It’s me and you til the end. If Cas wants to be there he will. I’m not leaving you, okay?”
Sam’s smile was brought back to his face and opened his mouth to say something else but Gabriel thundered into the room.
“This lady chat is really becoming of you two girls but we have to go. Preferably now. Uriel is such a degenerate.”
“Mind explaining why we have to leave so quickly?”
Gabriel drops his voice so low Dean’s almost convinced he’s praying but he’s just mumbling nonsense. He rolls his eyes and shoves Sam and Dean into the direction he wants them to go.
“Uriel told Cassy you’re dead and now he’s making a deal with Lucifer right this moment to find your dumb ass.”
Sam dug his heels into the ground. “Okay cut the shit, Gabriel. Lucifer doesn’t exist. Now where the hell are we going?”
“Sometimes Sam you’re dumb as rocks,” he stopped and a giant smile. “Remind me to expand on that later but for now go save Cas.”
Then they were in a dark dungeon. Dean spun around attempting to get used to the darkness. He hated the angel travelling he really did. So much. Within seconds Sam was next to him. Thank god. He didn’t need Sam’s arm sticking out the top of his head or some other time travel freak accident.
Dean looked around and it seemed pretty safe so they started walking forward. “No matter what Gabriel is never doing that to us again.” Sam absently nodded and took the lead in the dark. Dean trusted Sam’s judgment and hell he could probably see the sun up there so it was very helpful.
They didn’t know exactly where they were going but the fact that Castiel was visiting with Lucifer was at the back of his head pushing him to keep walking further into the unknown dungeon. At least he had a knife in his pocket this time not that it would help matters any.
At least they had something to protect themselves with.
Sam nudged Dean and they sped their walking up a little bit then Dean found Cas. He wasn’t really doing anything but he was by a cage which wasn’t the best situation that Dean was hoping for. He really hoped the devil wasn’t in that cage.
“Cas what? What…what are you doing?”
Cas looked up and Dean scoffed at his brother. “What are you my sassy gay brother?”
“Dean?” Cas croaked, very unangel-like if Dean might add. It was his normal tone but there was some emotion there that Dean couldn’t really place. He immediately stood up straight and fixed his trench coat. “What are you-I thought you were dead.”
Dean nonchalantly moved forward closer to Cas a weight off his back because the stupid angel was in front of him. He wasn’t being zapped anywhere and he was just solid in front of him. “What’d I tell you about that? C’mon we’re Winchesters. We don’t die, your highness,” he mocked.
Castiel looked away and he looked almost embarrassed. “Don’t call me that. I’m not much of a prince.”
Dean waved an arm away from the dungeon. “Are we done with this? I was hoping we can talk somewhere that didn’t include dark and Lucifer.”
He nodded and then the three of them were back in the main level of the palace. Dean didn’t see this part before so he was curious if this was Castiel’s room. Dean couldn’t help but look at Cas and vaguely realized when Sam said he was going to find Gabriel.
“What would have happened if I didn’t come when I did?”
Cas shrugged. “Offer my servitude to Lucifer,” he answered and before Dean had a chance to show his shock to the full extent he was feeling Cas cracked that little half smile he pulled back at their place. “I would never. Gabriel is not the only one of my brothers who owes me a favour or two.”
Dean started nodding. He didn’t know what was next. He knew certain steps to get where he wanted to go but for some reason he got the feeling that he wanted more than just a few (dozen) romps with the angel in front of him, however badly that scared him.
But he did come all the way here when he could have just left. He knew Cas was never truly in danger yet he couldn’t help but follow him. He didn’t know what that meant either.
“What do I have to say to get you to hunt with us?” Dean asked.
That was the closest to asking someone to go steady with him than he had in his entire life. That is probably the best offer he would ever say out loud and it wasn’t as bad as if he didn’t ask. He had to ask and if Cas said no he didn’t know what he was going to do.
Cas leaned forward and his head hovered right next to Dean’s ear. “Ask.”
A half smile curved on Dean’s lips. “You wanna give all this fancy royal pain the ass shit up and come hunt with me and my brother?”
Cas leaned forward and pressed his lips against Dean’s. It took everything in Dean’s power not to push him up against a wall but he did reach a hand to hold his head steady. Cas took the initiative and before Dean knew it he was pressed against the wall with angel lips kissing him.
He let Cas lead the kiss until he pulled back and his eyes were more wild than they were before. His hair was a mess and Dean was getting used to that trench coat.
“I saw you before,” he confessed. When Dean just looked confused he continued. “In town. I saw you and your brother. I know I shouldn’t have but I wanted you then.”
Dean laughed. “Aren’t you just a pedophile angel,” he teased.
“I don’t know what that means.”
Dean kissed his lips once more to shut him up which ended up being very effective. He would definitely use this in the future as long as they did have a future.
There was a crash in the other room and Cas sighed against Dean’s lips.
“Gabriel just turned your brother into a rock.’
Dean tensed and clenched his jaw. Gabriel was just a giant pain in his ass. He didn’t give a shit if he was Cas’ brother or not. “I’m going to kill him.”
*
Dean didn’t know an angel and a human could argue that much. As soon as Cas turned Sam back into Sam he went and found Gabriel, how don’t fucking ask Dean because he doesn’t know, and he ripped him a new one. And Gabriel apparently liked yelling back because that’s what they’ve been doing for the last 30 minutes.
“I think I enjoyed it better when your brother was a rock,” Cas said next to him.
Dean laughed despite himself. “Dude that’s my brother.”
“I also wish my brother was sedimentary as of present if that makes you feel any better.”
Dean shot Cas a look to see if he was joking and his face was as serious as it had always been which made Dean just smile. It was funny because he would like to drop Gabriel into frozen carbonite Han Solo style but Cas saying it even seriously is just fucking funny to him.
“I’m hoping they get it out of their system now and we can have some peace and quiet in this place,” Dean told him. He looked over and Sam was making the bitchface at Gabriel and all he was doing was smiling. Dean was half tempted to show Cas what the bitchface looked like but right now he couldn’t be bothered.
Cas signed which made Dean bring his full attention back to him. “Is this what it’s going to be like with you? Bickering and sexual deviance?”
Dean froze. Cas technically didn’t say he’d come with them and every single insecurity he had came rising up like a bad chill up his back.
He couldn’t lie about it though.
“Probably.”
“Then you have my answer,” Cas told him with an answering kiss. Dean smiled against him and that was the best answer Cas could give him even if there was shouting in the background. This was perfect.
He could get used to this even if Cas was a good for nothing royal angel.
end