For storms will rage and oceans roar 1 (Canst...? Interlude 2)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gabriel/Crowley, Dean/Castiel (implied)
Title: For storms will rage and oceans roar 1 (Canst thou...? Interlude 2)
Rating: 15 or so
Genre: AU, angst, romance
Summary: Gabriel does shots.
Author's Notes: I don't know why I keep writing. There's a demon in my fingertips forcing me to type.
Master Post
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Gabriel watched Castiel's car speed down the road before he turned to head back into the cafe.
"Okay, so that could've gone better."
"It doesn't matter." Gabe turned to see his father standing on the curb. He took his keys from his pocket and gestured towards his car. "Do you require a ride?"
"No, thanks, Dad. I think it's dark enough to hit the bar. I'll get a cab later."
He pulled his wallet out and took some bills from the fold to give to Gabriel. Gabriel took them with a quiet word of thanks and watched his father's retreating figure before turning. He walked a few blocks over to where a few bars were clustered together down an alley between some buildings in the business district.
There were two patrons inside when he entered the establishment. No one looked at him as he took a seat at the bar proper. The bartender filled his order and he nursed the drink for awhile.
The bar slowly filed up as the work day ended and he started to perk up. He always did better with an audience.
He smirked and downed his drink as he honed in a on a table behind him where four women sat laughing and doing shots. After joining them his memory started to blur. He was pretty sure he'd gotten a blow job in the bathroom but he wasn't sure if it was from one of the women or not.
At some point the bartender had called him a cab and he found himself in the back seat of it much too suddenly. The cabbie was laughing at him. He glared through the partition and tried to read the man's I.D. but he could only make out the man's last name: Crowley.
"You're an asshole, Crowley." He slurred.
Crowley guffawed. "And you, Sir, are drunk."
He woke up on the bathroom floor in Castiel's apartment. His pants around his ankles and his shirt missing. He glanced down at his chest to find hickeys and bite marks covered him along with a phone number written in Sharpie.
He stood up and headed into the living room. He grabbed some clothes from his bag and jotted the phone number down on the notepad on the end table before heading back into the bathroom for a long shower. He gulped the cool water as he scrubbed away the night's misdeeds.
He headed back into the living room, once changed, intent on sleeping the whole day when he heard a voice from Castiel's room that was decidedly not belonging to his brother. He stalked over and threw the door wide open.
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Pairing: Gabriel/Crowley, Dean/Castiel (implied)
Title: For storms will rage and oceans roar 1 (Canst thou...? Interlude 2)
Rating: 15 or so
Genre: AU, angst, romance
Summary: Gabriel does shots.
Author's Notes: I don't know why I keep writing. There's a demon in my fingertips forcing me to type.
Master Post
~~~
Gabriel watched Castiel's car speed down the road before he turned to head back into the cafe.
"Okay, so that could've gone better."
"It doesn't matter." Gabe turned to see his father standing on the curb. He took his keys from his pocket and gestured towards his car. "Do you require a ride?"
"No, thanks, Dad. I think it's dark enough to hit the bar. I'll get a cab later."
He pulled his wallet out and took some bills from the fold to give to Gabriel. Gabriel took them with a quiet word of thanks and watched his father's retreating figure before turning. He walked a few blocks over to where a few bars were clustered together down an alley between some buildings in the business district.
There were two patrons inside when he entered the establishment. No one looked at him as he took a seat at the bar proper. The bartender filled his order and he nursed the drink for awhile.
The bar slowly filed up as the work day ended and he started to perk up. He always did better with an audience.
He smirked and downed his drink as he honed in a on a table behind him where four women sat laughing and doing shots. After joining them his memory started to blur. He was pretty sure he'd gotten a blow job in the bathroom but he wasn't sure if it was from one of the women or not.
At some point the bartender had called him a cab and he found himself in the back seat of it much too suddenly. The cabbie was laughing at him. He glared through the partition and tried to read the man's I.D. but he could only make out the man's last name: Crowley.
"You're an asshole, Crowley." He slurred.
Crowley guffawed. "And you, Sir, are drunk."
He woke up on the bathroom floor in Castiel's apartment. His pants around his ankles and his shirt missing. He glanced down at his chest to find hickeys and bite marks covered him along with a phone number written in Sharpie.
He stood up and headed into the living room. He grabbed some clothes from his bag and jotted the phone number down on the notepad on the end table before heading back into the bathroom for a long shower. He gulped the cool water as he scrubbed away the night's misdeeds.
He headed back into the living room, once changed, intent on sleeping the whole day when he heard a voice from Castiel's room that was decidedly not belonging to his brother. He stalked over and threw the door wide open.
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