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      Michael/Dean_Winchester
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      (Supernatural), Ruby_(Supernatural), M, Meg_Masters_(Human), Crowley_
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      (Supernatural), Ash_(Supernatural)
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      Eventual_Sex, Child_Abuse, Underage_Drinking, Drinking, Alternate
      Universe_-_High_School, Gabriel_Loves_Candy
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      Published: 2014-05-05 Updated: 2014-12-22 Chapters: 8/17 Words: 11286
****** A Rose of Summer Air ******
by Kana_Azuleum
Summary
     Dean and Sam's mother has married a man named Lucifer. Dean gets all
     kind of negative vibes from the seemingly sweet man, especially
     around his new step father is around his son and Deans new love
     interest, Castiel. With a house full of brothers, friends and lovers,
     an un-suspecting mother, and an abusive father, things can only be
     described as both heaven, and hell.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Moving In (Dean) *****
Chapter Summary
     After avoiding meeting what he finds to be a simple replacement for
     the gap his father left behind, Dean finally is forced to help move
     into what will be his new home with the Novaks, but after meeting his
     new step brother, Castiel, his mind is quickly changed as to weather
     or not his life will really be so bad.
Dean slipped his hands around a heavy box, the messy writing on the front read
"Silverware" in thick black sharpie. Sliding it off the back of the large truck
he glanced around for a moment, peering up at the sky to catch a bird swoop
down into a large elm tree that stood just outside of what would be his
bedrooms window. He managed to miss a large rock that had found its way under
his foot, he fell backwards, readying himself to be greeted by the ground as he
was caught by his mother, laying a hand on his back.
"You really have to be more careful, we can't have you getting hurt every day
now can we?"
His mother helped steady him before cupping a hand around his face to inspect a
now purplish bruise from the day before. He did not want to worry his mother so
he told he that he had slipped and crashed into a telephone pole. He knew she
didn't beleive it, but he hoped that she could try.
"Uh, yeah. Thanks."
He gave a quick, half-hearted smile before trudging onto the patio, managing to
kick off his boots just outside the door. He stepped inside, not for the first
time, but with ever gaze it took his breath away. The house was huge, not just
run of the mill huge, but enormous. It had high arched ceilings, white marble
foors that seemed to span the entire floor, but took up nothing more than the
kitchen. After a slight drop off it led into a den, a warm fireplace crackling
to keep out the autum chill, with a large sectional couch that was directed to
the wall mounted television. He gazed down the hall at the few oak doors that
dotted its length. He snapped back into his task and placed the cardboard box
onto the island in the middle of the kitchen.
He swivelled around only to stumble backwards, narrowly catching himself on the
edge of the counter behind him. He stares at the unfamiliar male who had
seeminly appeared out of no where. As he glances up and down the small, fragile
but handsome looking boy, he finds himself drawn to him in a more than plutonic
way.
"I appologize, I did not mean to frighten you. Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I-I'm fine"
Dean straightens himself up, taking a step back from the attractive boy. He
runs a hand quickly through his hair before stuffing them into his pockets,
only to be greeted by the sharp indents of his new house key digging into the
tips of his fingers, wincing slightly at the odd, cold pain.
"I do not beleive we have met. I am Castiel."
The boy who is now known as Castiel holds out a weak but soft looking hand
towards the him, the edge of his heavy grey sweater reaching to the centre of
his palm. Dean grips it softly and shakes it for a moment before nervously
shoving it back into his front pocket.
"Hey Castiel, I'm Dean...Uh, nice house, if you live here, I mean."
"Thank you, but it's my fathers."
Dean chuckles for a second at the boys logic before glancing over to catch his
mother coming through the doorway. She gives him a knowing smile, Dean barely
catching it as his cheeks glaze a light pink. He turns, now facing Castiel
again, not knowing weather or not to say something to try and keep the
conversation going.
"Dean, your cheeks are flushed, is it too hot in here?"
"Would you like me to turn down the central heating?"
Castiel places a surprisingly cool hand on his warm cheek, softly caressing for
a brief time before standing on his tip-toes to place the back of his hand on
Deans forehead, as he gives Dean a worried glance.
Great.
With his cheeks a much darker red than before, Dean hurries out the door
mumbling
"I'm fine, just gotta unpack."
___
Dean shuffled out onto the patio, messily slipping on his shoes, not bothering
to lace them up before stalking out towards the moving truck.
Just great, I've already embarassed myself infront of my new step brother, not
that he would notice. Doesn't help that he's beyond hot I mean-
Dean hears the click and grinding sounds of a heavy window sliding open behind
him, he turns around to see another unfamiliar boy poke his head out of a the
second story window, a small smile curling onto his lips as he pulls a lollipop
out of his mouth with a loud pop.
"Hey there pretty boy, need a hand, I've got two I could lend you for a while."
The boy placed his elbows on the window ledge, leaning out dangerously far as
he flicked the now baren white stick into the vegetable garden below, pulling
another candy out from his pocket, and letting the colourful wrapping float
down as well.
"No, I'm perfectly fine, oh and don't go falling, I wouldn't want to be
cleaning all that up."
Dean gesurted to him, with a smirk before truning around and climbing into the
back of the truck, pretending to look for a certain box or bag, not wanting to
have to return to the large house any quicker than he has to.
What if someone asks what I'm looking for? Books for Sam? My laptop? Why would
someone ask?
He continues to sift through the boxes, eventually finding his way to the steel
back of the truck.
"Are you looking for something in perticular, Dean?"
Dean turned a little to quickly knocking over a large cardboard box, its
contents making clanging noises as it almost tumbled over the edge of the van.
If not for Castiel placing his hands on its side, proping it up again, the
items in the box would surely be strewn and broken across the pavement.
With a loud, embarrassed groan Dean let his face fall into his hands, before
letting them dangle at his sides. He hears the childish laughing of Gabriel
through the open window as he clambers out, standing next to the boy who had
probably saved a few expensive things, and his ass.
"No, but thanks,"
"hey who's the dick who thinks this is just hilarious?"
His gaze slipped to Castiels eyes,
god, they are so freaking blue
only for a moment before he shot up his glance quickly, looking at nothing in
particular, as long as it wasn't his eyes, or him, eventually resting on the
window where Gabriel could still be seen laughing, the candy hanging out of his
mouth loosely.
I hope you choke
"That is my brother, Gabriel. He is a few years older than me...
"You have a brother, correct?"
Dean rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, uh Sam, is his name...He's around here somewhere, I'm sure you'll meet
him sooner or later."
"I already have, briefly."
Castiel gave a small but genuine smile,
Perfect teeth, anything else?
before turning back into the house, his coat swaying slightly in the crisp wind
behind him. Dean pulled himself out of his trance like state, letting his eyes
drift from the boys ass to the open window above him.
"Someones got a crush on my brother. It's okay, your brothers kinda cute too."
Gabriel smirked as he plopped the candy that had fallen onto the window sill
back into his mouth, biting down and shattering it as he kept his courageous
gaze locked on Dean.
"Wha- I! No I don't! And stay away from my brother you freak!"
Dean blushed a deep shade of pink, not that Gabriel would be able to tell from
as far away as he was, but he guessed that he knew even without having to see
him.
"Whatever you say pretty boy, oh and watch your back, you've got trouble."
Gabriel shut the window quickly as Dean turned around. He saw a large, black
truck spin into the drive, narrowly missing the mailbox as its back tire dipped
slightly into the ravine. It narrowly slid by the moving van and pulled into
the open garage on the right side of the patio.
Through the just slammed door came his step-dad.
Lucifer.
***** Family Dinner (Castiel) *****
Chapter Summary
     Lucifers abuse towards Castiel, and how often Gabriel runs his mouth
     becomes apparent after a small disagreement on Castiels part on
     whether or not Mary is his mother. After the small fight between the
     3 everyone sits down for a nice, calm, family dinner, everyone going
     there separate ways after their supper, Dean and Castiel finding
     themselves alone in the large basement of the house.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The gravel cracked under the mans heavy work boots, his laces neatly tucked
under the large grey tounge of his shoes, the silver clips the lined both
sides, reflected the last breaths of the fading sunlight as he walked towards
the open door. Castiel watched from the large white framed window, eaning
against the wall that separated the main hall from the dining room, timidly
looking down at the ground as he catches his fathers eyes for a brief moment.
"Cassie, I'm home!"
His father called to him, his voice honeyed and slick, as he turned the corner
to tower over the boy.
"Do you know where your mother is?"
She's not my mother, my mother is thankfully far away from you.
"Mary is-"
Lucifer cut him off with a sharp flick of his wrist, the back of his hand
impacting his son's cheek with a hard slapping noise that was accompanied by a
small whimper, his lips curling into a sick and telling smile, making Castiel
flinch as he looked to the ground. Lucifer grasped his chin, lifting it
upwards.
"You shouldn't look to the ground so often Cassie. You do have such pretty
eyes. But Mary is your mother now and you will call her as such. Understood?"
Castiel nodded, knowing the seriousness of the situation by his fathers flat
tone.
"Yes sir."
Gabriel snorted as he trotted down the carpeted stairs, tapping his fingers as
his hand lightly brushed over the long banister. Reaching the bottom he gave a
small jump, planting two bare feet on the small rug that lay directly infront
of the doorway to the dining room.
"If you're done making sex eyes with your son, I thought I'd let you know I'm
going out."
Lucifer shot a vicious glance at his older son, his head turning quickly to him
as he tensed what Castiel could have guessed to be every muscle, joint or
ligament in his body simultaneously as he slithered next to Gabriel, placing
one cold hand on his shoulder as he gripped it tightly, Gabriel holding back a
small cry, knowing that it would only make his father laugh.
"We're going to have a nice dinner, for the first time as a family, unless you
have a problem with that."
"Yeah, well I actually still think I'm going out, an honestly I can't really
think of anything you can do to stop me pops."
Lucifer gave him a short, cold stare, straightening up to his full size, and
now towering over his son as he looked down upon him, speaking softly as he
cooed.
"Well Gabriel, lets just say if you leave, then someone is going to have to
suffer the consequences and if you're not here then that just falls onto poor
Cassie."
He gave a dark and chilling smile as he glanced for a moment at his younger son
who has been standing witness to their little dispute, and winked, his sick and
twisted smile only growing larger as he cracked his opened his mouth again.
"Or maybe it will be your new little pet, Sam was it?"
"You stay the hell away from them!"
Gabriel spoke loudly, but not loud enough for the sound to travel into the
kitchen, knowing his father would only be angrier if Mary heard their arguing,
but even the sound at the degree it was making the shaking Castiel flinch.
Lucifer gave a loud, mocking laugh before sauntering into the kitchen as he
followed the smell of food being prepared, most likely by Mary.
Gabriel gave his sibling a half-hearted smile, his eyes looking sad and angry
in comparison to his usual chipper nature as he clambered back up the stairs,
shutting a large door behind him as he fled into his room.
Why doesn't he just run?
Castiel sullenly shifted his attention from the rising moon thats light ever so
slightly shone against the artificial light that filled the room, to the
passing of two laughing boys through the doorway, both around his age, one
younger, one older, both whom he had already met.
He threw on a fake but believable emotionless attitude as he approached the now
bored looking pair who had sat down on a different step of each stair.
"Hello Dean"
He looked over to pink cheeked Dean, before cocking his head to look down at
who he guessed was Sam, Dean's younger brother. He held his hand out to Sam,
who grasped it firmly,
just like his brother
and gave it a few shakes before Castiel let go.
"I'm Castiel. And you are Sam, I am guessing?"
Sam gave a small chuckle, his lips curling ever so slightly, giving him small
dimples in each of his cheeks.
"Yeah, it's nice to meet you more formally Castiel, Dean wouldn't shut up about
yo-"
Sam was cut short by his older brother giving him a sharp elbow in the ribs, he
took a moment to catch his breathe before he mumbled out a few words to brush
off the topic, quickly standing up to make his way to the kitchen.
"Do you think we should join him, Dean? It would appear dinner is being served
as we speak."
Castiel offered a hand to help him up, Dean's cheeks glowing with a rose tint
as he went to open his mouth, letting only a small sound escape, as he stood up
and hurried off to the kitchen, leaving Castiel with a confused and hurt look
upon his face.
___
"Excited for your first day at a new school?"
Mary glanced across the large rectangular table, smiling, she let her elbows
rest on the cool oak edge as she curiously looked between her two sons.
"Yeah, sure."
Dean took a large bite out of the warm, home made pizza, a crisp peice of green
pepper tumbling from the mouthful. His mother gaze him a warning glance once
before turning toward the younger one of the pair.
"I can't wait! ... "
Has he never been to school before? Castiel pondered as he peeled of a couple
mushrooms, setting them in a pile with the rest. Sam rambled on and on,
continuing to express how exciting a new school would be, until Lucifer
politely interrupted, raising a hand for a moment to signal Castiel.
"Castiel, would you go an call Gabriel again? His dinner is getting cold."
"Ye-"
Sam stood up, his chair making a large scrapping noise as it roughly slid
across the hardwood flooring of the dinning room. He quickly manuvered around
and pushed in his chair, a large smile plastered on his face.
"I'll do it!"
Before any of the members at the table were able to protest, Sam had already
dashed up the stairs and to the end of the hall, his light footsteps giving
small creeks as he slowed down and gave a quiet knock to his new step-brother's
bedroom door.
"Seems like those two are going to get along nicely."
Mary said happily, as she took a small bite of the food before her, turning her
eyes as the floor above them gave another small creaking noise and voiced
echoed down the hall.
The pair came down the stairs moments later and quickly sat down. Gabriel ate
what was found on his plate quickly, and finished just as everyone else had
too, making sure that his eyes never came in contact with his fathers.
I don't know why he's so scared of him, he could run away if he wanted to. 
Castiel lifted a crumb to his mouth a chewed it for a moment before he was
pulled out of his thought bubble.
"Thank you for dinner darling. Gabriel, clear the table."
Lucifer grinned as he looked from his wife to his eldest son, Gabriel standing
up withing seconds of the command, and began to pick plates up off the table,
pilling the silverware on top.
"Sam, do you think you could lend a hand? I have some reports to write up
before work tomorrow."
Sam skittered into the kitchen, the sound of plates and cups clattering against
the sink rang through the open door, as water trickled over the dirty dishes.
Lucifer and Mary walked up the stairs. Lucifer retreating to his room, as Mary
holding her laptop in one hand shut off the lights in their bedroom and closed
the door, making her way down the upstairs hall went into an office space and
shut the door, quiet as a mouse. 
"So what do you do for fun around here?"
Dean questioned as he stood up, pushing his chair in behind him and sitting on
the edge of the cleared table, looking down to the boy that now sat just next
to him.
"I prefer to read, or cook, but Gabriel has a gaming system downstairs which he
insists is "more fun than some shitty book"."
Castiel air quoted his brothers words, a small chuckle escaping Deans lips as
he looked to his far right at a door that led to the basement.
"Sounds good to me, want to come?"
Castiel, appearing to be slightly confused by the request, shook his head. He
was never really fond of games, or fond of being with people for that matter,
and especially not fond of being with some person who had just stumbled into
his life this morning. He stood up, attempting to flee to his room before he
felts a light hand around his wrist, holding him back but seeming as though it
would let him go with even the slightest pull.
"You sure?"
Dean sounded almost pleading, not expecting such a pitiful tone from such a
harsh looking person, Castiel almost gave in and said yes. But he quickly bit
his tongue, backing away as Dean's grip slipped. His eyes darting to the ground
as he tried to make himself seem small, hoping that Dean wouldn't reach in an
angry way.
"Thank you, for the offer, but I think I'm fine."
Castiel quickly raced to his room down the basement stairs, shutting the door
behind him quietly as if he were trying to hide from the boy he had so rudely
turned down. Moments later he heard the heavy footsteps of his step-brother
come down the wooden stairs, the creak of the old fabric couch that sat in the
far corner of the open basement, and the trill of the television turning on.
Instead of the shooting games, and yelling he would normally hear from his
obnoxious brother, he heard what he guessed would was some sort of movie. He
was almost lulled into a sleep from the sheer boredness that was brought on
from not wanting to make a sound to alert anyone of his presence, almost. A
loud shattered echoed down the stairs, he rolled over on his bed and stood up
stretching, he heard Dean get off the couch to but continued on to the stairs,
pretending to be unaware of the boys existence as he went to investigate the
noise.
He opened the door and walked into the kitchen, Dean close behind.
Chapter End Notes
     In case you're un-aware yet, the characters name at the top (ex.
     (Castiel)) means most words found written like so, are their personal
     thoughs, might seem a bit complicated and stupid, but just tell me
     your opinions on said subject if you feel obligated to, and I'll look
     about changing it. Thanks so much for reading the second chapter of
     many!
     *Update*
     So the end of this chapter was re-written to make Dean and Castiels
     make-out scene non-existant, I'm straying away from the whole cute
     and cuddly immediate Destiel to build their relationship more slowly.
     DO'NT PANIC, Sabriel smut is coming up.
     -Kana
***** Dirty Dishes (Sam) *****
Chapter Summary
     The task of cleaning up the families dinner dishes has fallen on Sam
     and Gabriel, but after sneaking up behind his new step-brother, just
     to try to suprise him, Gabriels actions turn into ones of affection,
     or at least that's how he sees the situation.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sam placed the large armful of food spotted plates into the empty sink
mindlessly as he looks out the large window infront of him at the setting sun.
Of course, I go to help with the dishes and he's gone after a minuet.
He looks down, tossing the plug into its spot as he watched the sink fill with
bubbles and hot water. He haphazardly threw in what little silverware was used,
each fork or knife making a small plop sound as they hit the water. He reached
for the foriegn bristled scrub that sat infront of him, a thin pool of water
gather at the bottom of its white bristles as he plucked it off of the small
marble shelf that sat behind the sink, its unfamiliar angles digging into his
palm as he scrubbed the plates free of any grime.
Dishwasher?
Still lost within his own thoughts as he mindlessly rinsed off a shining fork,
placing it into the large but seemingly untouched drying rack that sat above
the dishwasher, he did not pick up the small sounds of his step-brothers
footsteps slinking closer towards him.
Most popular kid and me, sure, whatever you say Ga-...
"Hey Kiddo,"
Gabriel cooed, his enticing tone ringing through Sams ears, as he slipped his
cold hands under the edge of the thin green shirt "constricting" Sams well
built body, a small shiver racing up the boys spine at the cold touch as
Gabriel grasped his prominent hips, as he was pulled backwards into a tight
hug. A larger smile tugged at Sams now upturned lips for a moment before a
sucker was shoved into his mouth,
Cherry,
Gabriel's snickers muffled by his own candy, as he rested his arms on top of
Sams head.
Gabriel pulled the sucker out of his mouth, tossing what was left into the
garbage before beginning to nibble lightly on the bottom cartilage of Sams ear,
trailing his hands lightly up and down the stomach they were wrapped around,
This is wrong
before Sam suddenly spun around, backing up into the counter, only briefly
making eye contact with the man in front of him as he dropped the candy from
his mouth into the sink.
"I-Im sorry Gabriel, it's just I've never done anything like...this...before."
Sam embarrassedly looked away from the small amount of odd eye contact they
were maintaining, feeling ashamed forever thinking of going any farther than a
simple kiss and for being so inexperienced. Gabriel took a small step towards
him, wrapping his arms around his waist once again as he pulled him close,
looking down into his innocent green eyes.
"Oh c'mon Sammy, everyone's else is either in bed or all the way downstairs, if
anyone decides to come our way we'll hear."
Gabriel kissed the young boy, running his tongue along Sams bottom lip before
pushing through, the flavour of the candy previously in his mouth still
lingering on his tongue.
Grape.
Just as he managed to find the buckle to Sams belt, his hands were being
slapped off, his step brother slipping through the now open gap, mumbling an
apology. Not managing to get far before Gabriel tightly grabbed one of Sams
wrists, pulling him back towards him, a small cry escaping Sams mouth.
"Oh Sam, such a tease, I could almost believe that you don't really want it."
Stopstopstopnogabriel
"Gabriel stop! Please, I don-"
Sam was cut off as Gabriel harshly pressed his lips against his own, the
desperate and messy kissing, slowly melting into something more passionate.
Gabriel realizing his fault of trying to hard to quickly, as he let out a sigh,
taking a step back away from the now confused Sam.
"Fuck."
"Sam, Im sorry, I didn't mean to rush you, things just get out of hand sometime
I guess, I mean..."
Gabriel ran both his hands through his hair, stressfully pulling it back
tightly before letting it go to look down to Sam.
"I-it's alright, we all make mistakes I guess."
Sam rubbed the side of his arm, looking away to break the awkward eye contact
between the two of them, but his soft green eyes slowly being drawn back to
Gabriel's hazel ones, who were still locked on him.
After closing the seemingly large gap between them with a few strides, Sam had
wrapped his arms around Gabriel's waist, burying his face in the large sweater
the older boy was wearing as Gabe lightly let his arms rest around Sams neck, a
small light-hearted smile growing on his lips, incidentally the same one found
on Sams.
A loud, purposeful cough could be heard from the hall around the corner that
lead to the kitchen. Lucifer stepped out of hiding, his piercing gaze shooting
down Sam, the young boy now blushed as he stood to the left of Gabriel, who
stood strong as he covered his step-brother with one arm. Lucifer took a few
steps towards the pair, Gabriel's heart race increasing each time his foot
landed on the ground or an evil chuckle rolled out of his vocal cords.
"It's not what it looks li-"
"Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel, I thought we already had a discussion about this,
we don't borrow other people's things without asking first,"
Lucifer glanced over at his son, a look of anger and maliciousness washing onto
his pale disgusted face as he took one final step to make the small space, that
was filled with the smell of fear, between them non-existant. He harshly tugged
at the top of Gabriel's sweater, looking into his eyes for only a moment before
throwing him aside, no noise coming from the boys mouth as his head collided
with the stainless steel fridge, a loud thump shaking the hardware.
After letting a vicious short laugh free, Lucifer turned to the younger, green-
eyed boy, who shook violently as he was backed against the marble counter,
Lucifers chest pressing against his shoulders, a crooked smile on his face as
he tightly and aggressively grabbed the sides of Sams face, pulling his lips
towards his ones that seemed to be constantly smiling.
The loud sound of glass shattering came from the floor, Lucifer pulling away to
grimace as he looked down at Gabriel, who he guessed purposefully had shattered
the mug that lie on the white tiling.
Thank you Gabriel
He pushed away Sam to raise his fist to swing at Gabriel, only to stop as the
sound of footsteps came from both sets of stairs, the ones that led to the
basement, and the ones that led to the second story. He quickly shifted his
attitude to a fake one of concern and calm before helping up his son off the
floor by the edges of his sweater.
Mary walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eye before shoving her
hands into the pockets of her housecoat, as she looked from the clock to her
boys who stood beside each other in the kitchen (apart from Lucifer who was
cleaning up the broken glass). Only a few seconds behind her, Dean and Castiel
found their way into the kitchen, Castiel shifting his position to one behind
Dean as he caught his fathers gaze for a moment.
"Everything alright?"
Finally asked Mary, breaking the silence that had developed between the six of
them, everyone's heads turning towards him, but only for a second before
Lucifers gruff voice could be heard, as he muttered a response.
"Everything's fine darling, just go back to bed, Ill be up as soon as I finish
cleaning up, okay?"
Mary gave a single nod before walking back up the stairs. Gabriel and Sam
brushed past their father as quickly as they could, along with Castiel and Dean
joining them as they began to walk up the stairs, not a word muttered between
as they climbed, but each of them stopped when they heard Castiels name being
called by Lucifer. He froze, unsure weather to go to him or run, surely he
wouldn't try anything with the others around? He decided to go to him, getting
to his father as fast as his legs would carry him.
Lucifer grabbed his wrist and pulled him close, the only thing he heard for a
the first split second was His fathers breathing in his ear, before he finally
spoke in a sweet, quiet voice,
"You should start to worry Castiel, I've found myself another plaything."
Castiel pulled free from his fathers grasp, his breath uneven as he backed
away, horrified at the thought as Lucifer brushed past him, chucking slightly
under his breath as he passed the trio on the stairs. Dean reached Castiel
quickly, pulling him into a tight hug as he quietly hummed a lullaby into the
crying boys ear, Gabriel having ushered Sam upstairs following Deans orders.
Dean could have stayed like that all night if that's what it took, but Castiels
cries slowed to broken hiccups just as Dean had lifted him onto his back and
clambered up the stairs, dropping him off in his bedroom and wrapping the warm
heavy blankets around the the both of them as he cradled the worn out boy,
Castiel falling asleep within minuets and Dean slowly shifting from the boys
bed to his own, not wanting to wake Castiel as he had finally fallen asleep.
__________
Gabriel finishes brushing his teeth, rinsing his mouth with water quickly
before wiping it off with the hand-towel that lie on the side of the sink,
lifting his head to look at the forming bruise on his face, but the shape of a
tired Sam blurred in the still foggy glass, catching his eye.
"What happened, I thought you had fallen asleep?"
Sam stifled a yawn, covering his mouth with his hand as he took a small step to
the left, the pair of pyjamas he had bored from Dean a few weeks before
covering his feet up to his toes as he tried to stretch out his limbs.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay,"
Sams voice trailed off, looking down to the ground as Gabriel turned to face
him, the prominent purple and blue bruise that lined the right side of his face
now in Sams line of sight. Gabriel let out a small sigh as he walked up to the
young boy, holding him tightly as he rocked back and forth for a second, before
scooping him up and carrying towards the bed that sit just outside the
washroom, flicking off the light before passing through the doorway.
He chucked Sam onto the bed a small smile forming on his lips before he winced
at the pain of the moving muscles in his face, he sat down beside him, wrapping
his arms around his waist and resting his head on top of the one that say on
Sams shoulders, smiling through the pain and he gave a relieved and happy sigh,
the gust of air that came from his nose tickling Sams scalp. Gabriel quickly
flicked off the light switch that sat beside his bed, the darkness not fully
enclosing the room as a small trickle of moonlight shone in through the window.
Gabriel lied down, pulling the young boy along with him, their heads resting on
the same, long, down filled pillow.
What?
"Gabriel?"
"Yeah kiddo?"
"Are your sure you want me in here? I mean, if you want to get a goodnight
sleep before tomorrow-"
Gabriel burst out-laughing, Sam could tell that it wasn't with his natural
level of happiness but he rolled over to look at the little that could be seen
of Gabriel's face, a large wave of confusion washing over his own as he tilted
his head to the side quizzically, wondering what his brother could find so
funny.
"You think I won't get any sleep with you in here? Oh Sammy how forward."
"What! I did- I didn't mean it like that- I just meant- well if-"
Sam stuttered, unable to find the ability to speak in full words or sentences,
he quickly gave up, frowning as he sat up, beginning to pull himself out from
under the covers, but he was quickly stopped by Gabriel pulling him back down
towards him, his arms wrapped around his waist.
"I was kidding Sam, of course I want you to sleep in here, but sleep okay? It's
good for you."
"Alright Gabriel, goodnight."
"Goodnight Sam."
Sam fell asleep quickly, Gabriel followed soon but not before he had set his
alarm for the morning, and pulled the blankets tighter around them, nuzzling
into Sam with an ear to ear smile, sitting on his face even as he slept.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for the horribly written angst in this chapter, ahaha *cries*
     anyways, I promise the next chapter is 100% fluff, fluff and more
     fluffy fluff, (its waffles and pancakes for breakfast and whipped
     cream shenanigans ヽ(；▽；)ノ
     Also, on the fact of the rushed into relationships, sorry about that,
     not in my hands anymore, I'll probably kinda fix the destiel rush
     next chapter but y'know, horrible writing.
     Thanks for reading chapter 3 ^.^
     -Kana
***** Breakfast *****
Chapter Summary
     After waking up to find Dean gone from his bed, and his brother
     flirting with Sam, Castiel simply continues on with his morning
     rituals that prepare him for the horrible day of school ahead.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Castiel slapped his beeping alarm clock, his fingers dragging over the round
buttons as he limply slung his arm over the side of the high bed, he grumbled
slightly  as he ran a hand through his messy mop of hair, standing up to get
dressed and prepare for his first day back over the long-weekend. He turned
around still rubbing the sleep out of his eye to alert Dean of the time, only
to be greeted by an empty and cold half of his queen-sized bed, an imprint
still molded into the plush, purple pillow Dean had laid his head the night
before, it probably even still smelt like him.
"Oh..."
He sat back down, stretching out his arms as he tried to forget about what had
happened the night before, sleping with Dean, the way he held him tightly, and
that he was gone before he got up, everything. He clenched his toes around the
fibers of his carpet for a moment before standing up again to throw on a pair
of tight-fitting jeans, a simple grey t-shirt, and a hoodie that was two sizes
to big, just the way he liked it. He looked over himself in the mirror,
straighting out his hair as much as he could, then turned around to take one
last look at the alarm clock, it's green numbers reading 6:45, half an hour
until his bus came, just enough time to grab something from the kitchen. Just
as he reached for his phone that sat under his pillow he noticed a note that
lie on his wicker nightstand, messy writing scribbled along the bottom in blue
pen. He lifted it up, reading it inside his head as he mouthed some of the
words to himself;
 
Hey Cas, it's Dean, shit you probably guessed that
 Goodmorning Cas, sorry about last night, I'm not really one to just jump into
a relationship like that, and I know you'll probably hate me for this but do
you think we could just forget that all that happened?
Sory, I know, I suck. Sorry.
Dean
 
Castiel crumpled up the note, tossing it into his backpack before slinging it
over his shoulder to quietly walk down the stairs, the sound of laughing and
the smell of food being prepared reached him on the last step. He peaked around
the corner to see his brother and Sam sitting at the kitchen counter, Gabriel
holding two large stacks of waffles on white plates in both hands, syrup under
his arm, and Sam looking up every so often from his book to gaze at him.
Gabriel placed down one plate infront of each of them, Sam looking horrified as
he took half of the stack and placing it onto the boy beside hims plate. The
bickered playfully about something, Castiel unable to hear but guessing it had
something to do with what they were eating and how much Sam was not. 
Castiel continued off the last step of the stairs and walked into the kitchen,
the two boys laughing stopping as it died down to a quiet chuckle. He opened
the refridgeorator, pulling out a large carton of yougurt and some pre-sliced
berries and placing them on the black marble counter-top. 
"Yo Cassie, there's more waffles on the stove if you want them."
Gabriel stuffed a large slice of one into his mouth, a small line of syrup
dribbling down his chin for a second before he wiped it awaya with his thumb,
sticking it into his mouth. Castiel frowned at the loud popping sound he made
when he pulled his finger from his mouth, opening the lid to the yogurt to
scoop some into a bowl and throwing the container of strawberries and
blueberries on top.
"No, my breakfast is much healthier than your pastry with syrup. And I plan to
live past my thirties, thank you."
Gabriel cracked up, almost choking of the slice of his breakfast that he had
just stuffed into his mouth, shrugging as he poured more of the brown liquid
onto his plate, Sam sitting quietly beside him. Castiel threw a small spoon
into his bowl, he walked towards the high black chair beside his brother,
pulling it out and sitting down. He finished the small bowl of the dairy
product quickly, Gabriel and Sam still eating their food as he stood up, taking
his dishes to the sink to rinse them out and toss them in the dishwasher. He
stood for a moment, doing nothing but staring out the window, Gabriel and Sam
coming up beside him to throw their dishes in the sink and grab their bags.  He
glaced over at the clock, 7:25. Five minuets until his bus came to take him
back to school, he threw his bag over his shoulder, zipping it up then pulling
the other strap over his other shoulder. He heard a loud thump shake the floor
from the bedroom above his head and a few curse words echo down the vent. He
wrinkled his brow quizically, looking over at Sam who was slipping on his red
converse shoes.
"It's probably Dean."
Speak of the devil. Dean came crashing down the stairs, his brown-blonde hair
sticking up in odd places as he pulled an un-matching sock onto his left foot,
his backpack hanging open off his elbow. He muttered curse words over and over
again as he quickly walked through the kitchen, sticking a waffle into his
mouth as he passed the still warm plate of them, stopping in his tracks as he
saw Castiel, an embarassed blush flooding his freckled cheeks. Castiel turned
away and stepped into his un-tied shoes, Dean close behind, slipping on his
heavy looking leather work boots, before passing him to slip out the open door,
a waffle still hanging out of his mouth. Castiel quickly caught up to his
brothers just as the bus pulled up to the driveway. He took a deep breath, than
stepped onto the loud bus.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry about the mini-chapter, my heads not really in the game right
     now and I'm also trying to fix the whole "jumping to relationships"
     problem I caused. Oops on my part, anyways, like always, hope you
     enjoyed!
***** Back to School (Castiel) *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Castiel sat down in the plastic bus seat behind the bus driver, a gross sound
reaching his ears every time he figitted around on the torn material. He
slipped in his headphones for barely a moment before he felt the seat lean to
one side, an obvious ammount of weight now beside him. He glanced over, the
tall sandy-haired boy who lived in his house apperently decided that it would
be wise to sit with him, Castiel hoped that it would bring him down to the same
level on the pecking order as him, but knowing that nobody would be able to
pick on such an attractive and fear entralling teen. He shook his head free of
any thoughts other than how he'd deal with the day and slipped back on his
headphones, the classical music lulling him into a trace like state as he
mentally prepared himself for another day.
Something hard hit the back of his head, his headphones falling off as he went
to rub the spot where he had been assulted. He heard laughing through his now
uncovered ears and waited for it to die down as it always did after everyone
had found something else to do. But before he could protest any sort of scene
Dean turned around, a noticable grimace on his face as his dark eyes scanning
over the rows of now quiet seats.
"Who threw the book?''
Dean growled, the angriest Castiel had seen every seen him act, although, he
really only knew the boy for a little under 24 hours so this could be his
normal personality around groups of people. Dean gazed around the group of
teenagers again, a chuckling trio sat near the back, unsuccessfully trying to
hold back their fits of laughter. The black haired boy seeming to be finding
this funnier than his two henchmen. Castiel embarassedly shrunk down farther
into his seat as Dean stood up, ignoring the bus drivers threats as he
sauntered towards the back of the bus like a coyote stalking towards its prey,
stopping infront of the attackers.
"So I'm guessing it was you, "
Dean said with a heavy topping of sarcasm, looking down at the still sitting
male.
"Well looks like you've guessed right."
The too-old-for-highschool looking teens thick english accent gave his
sarcastic retort a foot up on Deans, his voice sounding much like that of a
1980's villan. Castiel's new step brother gave a snort before he picked up the
man by the front of his shirt, pushing his against the metal back of the bus, a
loud thump noise coming from the impact.
"I like it kinky too love but don't you think your boyfriend might get a bit
jelous?"
He dropped him, a snicker coming from the boys thin lips as he slinked back
into his seat, a redish tint forming across Deans cheeks and nose. He stuttered
for a moment, like a fish gasping for water, before he huffed, his brow
furrowing.
"He's not my boyfriend!"
He said deffiantly, sounding much like a child refusing to admit to stealing
the last cookie from the jar, his arms even corssing over his chest, Castiel
assuming that he would stomp his foot next. The group of boys laughed again,
the one Dean had harassed moments ago sending a blow to his stomach, the impact
making Dean cringe as he tried to ignore the pain. Gabriel came up behind him,
the shouting of the driver being ignored as he dragged Dean back towards his
seat, pushing him in and sitting down in the empty seat across from them, Sam
squeezing into the small space between the window and Gabe, following him
around like he had been doing since day one. Gabriel leaned towards Dean, his
elbows resting on his knees as he began to speak in a calm, serious tone.
"Listen champ, I'm not really one for the serious talks but to be honest, you
really don't want to mess with Crowley. Our highschool is basically a shared
kingdom between him and Michael, who with you're luck, you'll bump into sooner
or later, but point is, he's bad news and theirs nothing you can do about it,
it's just best to stay out of his way."
Dean huffed, turning to look at Gabe.
"Thanks for your input, but I'm not just going to stand idally by while your
little brother gets beat up, and you're not doing anything about it so somebody
has to."
Dean spit out his words, the vile so thick it left a bad taste in Gabriels
mouth and a sick feeling in his stomach. With nothing more than an angry and
sad look, he stood up and took back his seat, Sam close behind.
****
Castiel pulled the heavy pile of his books from his locker, not wanting to be
caught in the swarming crowds that filed through the narrow halls, he always
made his way here 30 minuets early, while everyone else socialized outside the
school, waiting for their first class to start. He did lock eyes with the
occasional person who seemed to haver the same idea as him, but it happened
infrequently enough that 30 minuets seemed a good ammount of time.
Just as he had finished letting his books tumble into his worn backpack, he
heard the footfalls of someone coming towards him. He froze like a deer who had
been confronted by the blinding headlights of an oncoming automobile, his heart
race jumping as he felt to afriad to look to see who it was. The breath he had
been holding onto for dear life was finally let lose as the person passed him,
but the noise being made seemed more like 2 people rather than one, and the
difference in their voiced confirmed this for Castiel.
What else it confirmed was that it was his brothers, Gabriel and Sam, who had
passed him, rather than just some strangers. Usually Gabriel would have stopped
to playfully punch him or toffer him a sweet he knew that his little brother
would refuse, but today he seemed wrapped up in his own small world as he
wrapped his hands around Sams waist, pulling him into the dark library.
Curious, Castiel followed. Thankful for his small size for this brief moment,
for it made sneaking around and going un-noticed much easier, his light
footsteps going without regognition as he pressed he non-shalently slid down
the doorframe of the library, opening a random book to a random page and
staring at the picture, keeping both ears open to listen in on their
conversation. It's not that Castiel did not feel remorse for always being such
a snoop, but it made him feel worse when he was out of the loop or unknowning
of something.
His ears and mind perked when he hear the faint but distint whispering of his
brother talking to Sam.
"C'mon Sammy, we've know each other for what, half a year now? And we've barely
even touched eachother since a few weeks ago."
Gabriel said, a small whine lingering on his voice, Castiel knew this pleading
tone, the same childish one Gabriel always used to "borrow" his money for drugs
and candy.
"But- Gabe- we're a sch-"
His words were constantly cut off by what Castiel could only guess as feverish
kisses, he felt odd and embarrassed listening to his brothers endeavours, but
his curiosity always got the better of him, his need to know about others
affairs satisfying.
"Gabriel..."
Sams voice was filled with need but the amount of wanting to stop over rid such
desires. A low and childish groan came from the abandoned library, he knew his
brothers distaste for being interrupted or stopped during certain activities,
the moan of dislike followed by the clicking of a turning handle.
Castiel quickly took off, not wanting to be caught by his brother, especially
not wanting to be caught listening to him. He was saved when the bell for first
class rang and students began to file through the hallways. He let out a sigh
of relief as he slipped into his first class, Science, late as usual. Only to
be greeted by Crowley, the only student without a partner.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry it's taken so long, love me, personal stuff has been going
     down, I love you guys,
     （ ｉ _ ｉ ）
***** Deans Little Secret (Dean) *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dean walked into into the science class a few minuets after the bell, he was
trying to work past the embarrassment of having to take grade 9 science, but
when his eyes first scanned the rows of students who had turned to look at him,
his embarrassment over being a little behind his classmates was quickly
replaced by the humour of seeing a student a grade over him sitting at one of
the tables. At least now he had something on Crowley.
Dean snapped out of his conversation with his brain as an older woman started
tapping her foot, her weak and sleeve covered arms folded across her chest, and
her eyes filled with an are you shitting me look that he often got from most
teachers.
"Please take a seat Mr.Winchester, class began 6 minuets ago."
He once again scanned the classroom, noticing no empty seats he turned back to
the teacher who's gaze still pierced him.
"There aren't any."
He felt stupid, not being able to come up with one of his usual sassy remarks,
but his head still wasn't all there after the weekend he'd had. The teacher
rolled her eyes and began to walk towards the back of the class room, her heels
making small tapping sounds each time she took a step. She grabbed hold of on
of the empty stools from the back of the room and dragged it to the nearest
table. Deans head began feeling even lighter as he noticed just who's table she
planned on setting him at.
"Do you plan on standing there all day or would you mind if I got back on with
my class?"
The teacher raised one over-plucked eyebrow at the leather coated teenager, her
arms now dangling at her sides. Dean quickly made his way to the back of the
classroom and slumped onto the stool, trying to turn his back away from the
pair as much as possible without being noticed as the teacher began talking
again.
"Sorry pretty boy, I didn't mean to get between you and your boyfriend, these
things just happen."
Dean swivelled around on the stool, turning to look at the smug faced Crowley,
who mockingly leaned towards Castiel. Dean felt the need to grab him by his
black shirt and throw him to the ground, pounding him into a bloody mess. But,
keeping calm and non-violent were also on his list of to-do's.
With as much tranquility as he could muster, Dean spoke without looking away
from the chalk board,
"Don't worry, I'm not the jealous type."
Crowley 1 Dean 2. He smiled at his remark, turning to look over to see the boys
reaction, only to be greeted by an even larger smirk. Maybe the response wasn't
so amazing after all,
"So it is true, Winchester is gay."
Deans stomach dropped, this is exactly what he thought he was getting away from
at his old school, the constant taunting about his sexuality. He needed to
think of something quickly, even though he was probably blushing or sweating,
he could try to cover that up with another lie.
"I was kidding."
Crowley 1 Dean 0. He mentally slapped himself for yet other failed retort. He
heard Crowley snicker and laid his head down on the corner of the desk that
held his notebook. He knew he had to pay attention, but right now he only felt
like curling up somewhere where nobody would ever find him. It could be worse
though, couldn't it?
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By lunch time, somehow everyone had found out about Deans little secret, not
that it really mattered, Dean had already worked out how he would fake his own
death and live in the woods for the rest of highschool, but his plan still
didn't help him out with the fact that all the kids around him were whispering
and turning their heads towards him. He dropped into the seat beside the
smitten Gabe and Sam with a loud groan followed by a huff. The pair turned to
look at him, confused and curious. They probably haven't heard yet, they've
been to wrapped up in each other to notice the world around them.
"Trouble in paradise Dean-o?"
With another huff he turned away, covering his face with his folded arms. But
as the gears in his mind started turning, he almost jumped out of his seat,
standing up quickly and gazing around the cafeteria.
Why hadn't he though of this sooner? He was a pretty gruff looking guy, even
though he was treated differently it was rare anyone ever actually picked on
him, but Cas? He would be the perfect target for these attacks, because if they
found out about him, Crowley had probably told everyone about Cas too.
He spotted him sitting at a table with a small group of people, he sat back
down and pulled out his phone, shooting him a quick text.
|Hey, is it alright if I sit with you?|
His phone vibrated half a minuet later, even though it felt like half an hour.
He quickly typed in his password and went to his messages, one new message from
Castiel is what the screen read.
|That would be nice.|
Dean let out a sigh of relief and gathered his book bag, not bothering to say
goodbye to his brother, knowing it would go un-noticed. He walked over towards
the table where he had seen his step-brother and sat down beside him, feeling
slightly un-nerved at the now silent group.
"So you must be Dean, I was begging to wonder who had snatched our little Cas
up."
A blonde haired boy with a thin beard and a thick accent leaned onto the table,
a playful smile appearing on his face as he locked eyes with Dean.
"I am the amazing Balthazar, a-"
"The only thing you're amazing at is getting dressed and leaving before whoever
you managed to sleep with the night before wakes up."
A red haired girl threw a price of popcorn at the boy know known as Balthazar,
he giggled playfully as he returned it, and began picking it out of his
straight hair before turning to Dean.
"I'm Anna, I'm Castiels aunt. I know I know, it's weird, but Lucifer was the
first born and I was the last."
She smiled as Dean gave a small chuckled. Their state broke as she reached
across the table and pinched Castiels cheek, speaking in a "baby voice."
"Who's my favourite nephew?"
"Is it me? Please tell me it's me."
Gabriel plopped down beside the green eyed boy, Sam followed closely behind,
like always. Anna rolled her eyes, giving a taunting and un-authentic laugh as
released the boys cheek, sticking her tongue out. The blue eyed teen reached up
to rub his face, earning an happy smile from Dean, which in turn, only made
Castiels face more red.
"Well, I think that most of the introductions have probably been over and done
with, so let's play a little game! The name game, where we go all the way
around the table and shout our names, and I know you all love this one.-"
A loud groan came from most of the members of the table.
"-Groan and moan all you want but we have some new members here, so I'll start,
Gabriel!"
"Hael."
Her tone was flat but she still gave a smile.
"Anna!"
She said, her sing song voice earning another chuckle from both Dean and Sam.
"Castiel."
His voice was quiet like always but Dean still loved to hear him talk.
"Dean."
He said it as normally and calmly as possible, but it still came out a shaken
mess.
"Balthazar."
His words seemed almost alluring, but not enough yet.
The next member in line looked as though he was going to kill someone but still
managed to seem as though he was some sort of guardian or leader.Dean had
noticed him before but was too caught up in Anna's words that he didn't fully
comprehend what sort of aura he gave off.
"Michael."
His tone was a stone cold as he looked, his eyes never leaving Dean. If he
haven't been noticeably scared before he obviously was now. He could guess that
he might not approve of his relationship with Castiel, but other than that he
hadn't really done anything.
The bell rang and the uncomfortable silence broke. Everyone at the table stood
up, said their goodbyes and began to file out of the lunch room. But their
group was at the farthest table away from the doors, so they were the last
group out anyways, even with their speedy reaction to the bell.
As Dean walked out of the empty cafeteria, he was stopped by a hand lightly
placed on his shoulder, and a whisper in his ear.
"I think I want you for myself."
Chapter End Notes
     Wow, look at all this unlikely drama, apart from this I wonder who
     would want Dean, I mean, it's not like there's anyone if the show who
     has a counterpart wanting Sam, who wants Dean to himself or anything.
     Anyways, sorry for the shortness but hurray for BREVITY!
***** A Not So Average Day In The Life Of Gabriel *****
Chapter Summary
     (I don't think I have done a lot of Gabriel point of veiw yet, and I
     CERTAINLY don't think there is enough emotion packed things yet,
     sorry in advance. Oh yeah, Kana isn't dead yet, wow, a whole 5 month
     of no updating, you guys must hate me more than Lucifer. Although we
     all love Lucifer... Yeah not really a summary but ANGST."
"And?"
Gabriel leaned back on his chair, hands behind his head as he wore a grin only
he could muster up. He looked over at the now pouting Anna, she always wore a
frown whenever she didn't get her own way, especially when it came to rivalling
against Gabriel. He let out an exasperated groan and threw a crumpled ball of
paper in his general direction before they both turned around in their seats,
to look like perfect students as their English teacher finished her writing on
the board.
"Gabriel I'm serious, he's barely 14 years old, and what if his mother finds
out? Or worse, your father?"
Anna did have a good point, I would certainly make family dinners a bit more
awkward, and their friendship wouldn't be an excuse as to why they we're
spending so much time together. But he had fallen in love before they were step
brothers, it wasn't his fault his father decided to get married.
"So what if they do? I'm a big boy and my father doesn't scare me as much as he
does everyone else."
Anna glared at him, trying to look menacing, but the sadness in her eyes was
too strong as she leaned in closley towards her nephew.
"And what about Sam? I haven't forgotten about what you told me. How Lucifer
basically mo-"
"Then we'll run away, okay?"
Gabriel interrupted her, not wanting to have the images of that night reappear
in his head. He folded his arms across his chest and turned to face to
chalkboard the teacher was writing on. He knew Anna was just trying to help him
out, but he didn't want to hear about it. He loved Sam and that was all there
was too it.
___________________________
The final bell rang through the school, Gabriel quickly unlocked his locker,
stepping up onto the floor of it so he could reach the top shelf to grab a
sweet from the miscellaneous basket he kept hidden at the back. With a smile,
he felt his hand wrap around the crinkly paper of a chocolate, feeling
successful in his plight, he hopped down, popped the treat in his mouth, and
threw his candy filled backpack over his shoulder.
He turned and began walking towards the door, when he caught his new house-mate
out the corner of his eye. Without Sam also in seeing range, he tapped Dean on
the shoulder, wanting to inquire about the location of his dearest companion.
"Hiya Dean-o, you seen Sa-"
Dean turned around, his face looked ghastly, he had large dark circles under
his eyes, he looked like a ghost in the moonlight, he looked dead. He hadn't
looked anything like this at lunch, he could have just gotten sick, but Gabriel
could sense it was more than that. He glanced in the direction of Deans blank
faced stare, his facial expression zoned out in the direction of a figure with
his back to the pair, his hood up as the tall boy walked away.
"Sam. He's uh, he in the library, probably. Always is."
Dean muttered, his monotone dialect, loud in Gabriel's ears, even if it was
quiet to the world. He gave Dean a quick nod in thanks and began walking
towards the library, trying to think of a way to cheer his step-brother up
later, when he saw his father walk in through the front doors of the school.
His eyes made contact with the man looming in front of him. He didn't tremble,
he didn't run, he froze.
"Round up the rest of your brothers, there's been an incident, we have to go to
the hospital."
For once, Gabriel saw an emotion in his father's eyes, one that he never
believed he could see. Fear
___________________________
"There was a car-accident, the other members died on impact when they swervedo
into your wife's lane, were lucky that she's made it this far,"
Gabriel could hear the white coated man speaking to his father. He could hear
Sams crying that sounded more like screams. And he could hear Dean shouting at
the staff as he punched the glass covering a fire extinguisher, bits and pieces
falling to the ground along with droplets of his crimson blood. But he muted it
out. He didn't want to hear anything, not the sorrow from the brothers, nor the
voices inside his own head. Nothing
He knew his father would be worse now. He would yell more, get angrier easier
and he would try to-
No.
He had to be there for Sam, with his mother unable to protect him from Lucifer
anymore, he couldn't let himself fall apart.
He knew Deans life in the past, drinking, drugs, running away from his
problems. Even if he tried not to, even if he tried to be there for Sammy, he'd
fall back into the same life as he did before, but this time he might not get
back up. If there was ever a time to grow-up, it was now.
Snapped back into reality from his father's right grip on his shoulder, he felt
their group moving towards the parking lot, Sams screams dying down to subtle
weeps, and Deans hand bandaged up. Castiel trotted behind them, making sure
that Dean didn't try to punch another doctor. And Gabriel, he walked steadily,
trying to be strong. But he knew, with Mary Winchester in the coma, things were
going to be hell on earth in their house.
___________________________
When they got home, everyone went their separate ways, each to their own
bedroom to either finish crying or start crying. Except for Dean, who Gabriel
heard climb out his creaky wooden window and slide down the wall of the house.
Not that Gabriel expected any thing more from him, he had just lost- he had
just found out his mother was in a coma, when his mother died he ran away too.,
but he would hope he would come back soon, for Sammy's sake at least.
His father didn't wait around much either, probably going to crawl into the
nearest bar and crawl out from another one half way across the city a week
later, when he realised his money wasn't going to run out any time soon.
So much for the cliché This is a time when we need to be together speach, from
his father. It could always be worse, last time his wife died Lucifer became
who he was these days.
That's when he heard his door open. He saw Sam standing in the doorway, the
pale light from the setting sun dimly illuminated his face, he looked tense, he
looked angry, in the right circumstances Gabriele might have tried to make a
move, but right now could not have been worse.
"Gabe... I need a favor."
Sams voice was low, as if this was the most important thing he would everwet
ask someone,
"Anything, what do you need,"
Gabriel stood up off the bed, so he wasn't quite as dwarfed by the boy before
him.
"I need to go some where, I need to forget."
If Sam had asked for a good time, Gabriel knew an amazing club downtown that
doesn't card anyone with him, if Sam had asked for a relaxing day, Lucifer
owned a small private beach he never used. But to forget, Gabriel knew just the
kind of place for the job, an underground joint Michael owned, and who knows,
they might even see Dean there.
***** Bass Drop (Dean) *****
Chapter Summary
     A night of drinking, drugs and a man who always gets what he wants,
     what could go wrong for Dean?
Chapter Notes
     Aha, I'm such an awful writer, also because I'm lazy but mostly
     because I forget that stuff and things are important. And I also
     forget the plot line. Anyways smutty chapter, also it's really
     short... Yeah,
What was he doing, he shouted at himself to stop, that's all he wanted, but the
alcohol and the drugs that had invaded Deans body had plans of their own. He
could feel Michael pin him against the cold brick wall in the corner of the
underground joint, his hands traveling over his body as electronic music
pounded through his ears. Michael was feverishly nipping at Deans neck, leaving
small bite marks and hickies in his wake as he grinded his hips against Deans.
He whispered compliments in to Deans ear, over and over in a sickly sweet
voice, grooming Deans ego with his words, his compliments only getting more and
more enticing.
Dean wanted it over, he wanted to push Michael away and run home. He wanted to
curl up beside Cas in his little single bed where they had to hold onto each
other, just so they didn't fall off. But with each word the rolled off
Michael's tongue, with each stroke of hands down his sides, Dean was falling
more and more under Michael's spell.
The combination of music and ecstasy was hypnotizing, making Deans vision blur
anything that wasn't in front of him and it made him forget anything behind
him. Michael leaned up towards Dean, as he hooked two fingers into each side of
the boys jeans, his hot breath invading Deans ear once more,
"I always get what I want Dean. And what I want, is your lips wrapped around my
cock,"
Dean didn't have time to respond before he felt himself being pulled towards a
rusty looking door, out of the corner of his eye he could swear he saw Gabriel
at the bar, but that didn't really matter as he tried to fight his bodys
compliance. Mind over matter just doesn't work when your mind is all fuzzy.
When he snapped back into reality, Dean was in a small, dark alleyway behind
the club, it smelled of alcohol and burnt wood, it was freezing in comparison
to the room filled with bodies they had just left. He saw Michael leaning up
against the wall beside him, staring the boy down with a predatory gaze, a
wicked smile on his face as he began to unzip his pants, his erection full.
"You just going to stand there or do you need a little push?"
Deans body dropped down to its knees in front of Michael, wrapping his lips
around the head of the older boys cock as he bobbed his head back and forth
slowly. With a growl he felt Michael's hand of the back of his head, pushing
himself deeper into Deans mouth. He felt himself choking and could hear himself
gagging as Michael gave a small chuckle, grabbing Deans hair, and using it as a
control, pulling and pushing him back and forth, quickly, until Dean fell into
the pattern himself.
Michael's moans echoed off the walls of the alley way, along with vulgar
insults directed at Dean, with one last moan, Dean could feel what Michaels
orgasm produced running over his tongue, he went to spit it out, wanting the
vile gone, but a hand covered his mouth,
"Swallow like the good slut you are Dean."
He listened and the hand was un-covered from his mouth. He could feel his body
growing limp and his extremities numbing. Before he fully blacked-out, he saw
Michael walk away, a sneer on his face before he entered back into the club.
___________________________
Dean awoke on the cold ground the next morning, the sun had barely risen in the
sky and the sky was dotted with dark gray clouds. He must have fallen asleep on
the patio, he thought you himself, then, he felt himself grow nauseated, and
just as his stomach bile rose, so did the memories from night before. Now he
couldn't tell if he was puking because of the alcohol or because of what he had
done. Either way, his stomach was empty and he wished his head was too.
He picked himself up off the ground and checked his phone. No missed calls,
that was good. He looked around to try and get his bearings, but decided he
would get a better sense it direction on the street. As he stumbled out into
the street, he smiled. Ash, an old friend of his who always knew how to nurse a
hangover, even though he never seemed to have one, his house was pretty close,
a half hour walk tops. He began in the direction of his friends house, wanting
nothing more than to leave the last two days behind him.
That's when he saw them. He saw Michael and Gabe in the small, rundown café
beside the club. He only hoped they didn't see him to as he stumbled as fast as
he could out of their line of sight. He could have sworn he'd seen Gabe last
night to, then it hit him. Where Gabe goes, Sam follows. If Gabe had even
thought about bringing Sammy to a rat hole liked that, he'd ring his neck...
Just as soon as he wasn't hung over.
End Notes
     Well look at that, another Supernatural fanfiction of mine that you
     bothered to read! Well thanks so much and I can't wait to continue
     writing, unfortunately I write in over angst and try to make up for
     it with a fluff chapter afterwards so yeah, anyways, thanks so much
     for your time and the next few chapters should be posted soon!
     -Kana
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