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Title: Gabriel’s Warning
Author: Sweetness (Aaronlisa@gmail.com)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester, Gabriel
Rating: FR13 (there’s some M/M interaction and some swearing)
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: Written for extraonions for the 2009 round of spn_holiday. I wrote for this prompt: Gabriel (The Trickster)/Dean, would love a little dub con / Gabriel’s POV / fascination with Michael’s would be vessel. I really hope that you like it even though it kind of veers from what you wanted.
Notes: Set during Season Five after 5x08 “Changing Channels.”
Summary: Gabriel comes to Dean with a warning about Sam.
Word Count: 2771
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Dean finds himself pushed against the cold metal of the Impala’s door by an angry trickster. Even now, after the secret has been revealed, he still thinks of Gabriel as a rule-breaking trickster instead of an angel. He reminds Dean of the legends about Raven that he had studied when tracking down another trickster in Washington. Deceitful at times, bored at other times but still managing to do some good. He doesn’t remind Dean anything about the tales that Pastor Jim had told him about the angels, including Gabriel. Then again, none of the angels resemble the glorious beings that Pastor Jim had taught him and Sam about.
Dean’s thoughts are interrupted when Gabriel’s hands tighten around his biceps. The grip is painful and cruel, Gabriel is clearly pissed about something and instead of struggling, Dean goes limp. He has no desire to fight an angel, not after the grueling night he has just had.
“What do you want?” Dean grinds out.
“Do you know what Sam is doing right now?”
Dean sighs in anger, how can he know what his brother is doing right now when Sammy’s with Bobby in South Dakota. Instead of remaining limp, Dean pushes against Gabriel. It only causes Gabriel’s grip to tighten more and it makes Dean angrier, he’s beyond tired of being pushed around by angels.
“He’s with Bobby in South Dakota,” Dean replies.
“Wrong,” Gabriel snarls, “As of this moment, your stupid brother is chasing a ghost sent to him by Lucifer.”
“What?”
“You’re not that stupid, Dean.”
Gabriel’s grip tightens even more as he pushes himself closer to Dean, until their bodies are flush. Dean goes limp as he realizes the truth in Gabriel’s words, and for a brief moment he feels as if he’s enclosed in raven-black wings until Gabriel releases him and steps away.
“Castiel and Bobby were with him,” Dean wearily replies.
“They were but Lucifer tricked them both into thinking…” Gabriel trails off.
“Into thinking what?” Dean demands.
“Into thinking that you were hurt, Sam raced out of there as fast as possible.”
“Fuck,” Dean spits out.
He pulls out his cell phone and attempts to call Sam only to find the phone completely drained of battery. Gabriel barks out a bitter laugh at Dean’s efforts.
“Do you really think that you could contact your brother that easily?”
“It was worth a try,” Dean replies before he shoves the phone back in his pocket.
He knows that no matter what he tries, he won’t be able to get a hold of Sammy. That knowledge doesn’t stop him from walking over to the payphone and feeding it with quarters after dialing Bobby’s phone number. At the very least he can let Bobby and Castiel know the truth. The conversation is brief and Castiel promises that he’ll go after Sam. Something about the conversation fills Dean with a sense of hopelessness, perhaps it is only a matter of time before Sam falls and then where will that leave him? The future that Zachariah showed him isn’t pleasant nor is being a meat suit for an angel, yet if Sammy falls what choice does he have?
Dean tiredly hangs up the phone and slumps against the glass confines of the booth. Somehow Gabriel is there and Dean allows the trickster, no the angel, to guide him where he will. He’s beyond tired and he’s almost at the point of giving up, if there’s no way that they can prevent their destinies, then what’s the point of fighting.
Somehow they wind up in the hotel room, although Dean has no real recollection of walking across the parking lot from the payphone to the room, or of Gabriel using the key to gain them access. Then again, he’s an angel; surely locked hotel rooms are nothing for an angel. Yet Gabriel drops the key on the bedside table and sneers at the shoddy room, just another cheap motel room in a long line of them. By now Dean’s beyond caring about the worn carpets, the water stains on the ceilings and walls, and the cheap and tired polyester bed spreads that last saw better days in the 1970s.
“You live in such filth and it doesn’t seem to bother you,” Gabriel sneers.
“Fuck you,” Dean tiredly snarls.
The angel is upon him and pushing him up against the hotel room door. Their bodies once again flush and Dean overwhelmed by the sensation of beating raven-black wings. It confuses him because he’s not sure if Gabriel is really the archangel or the trickster god anymore.
“You never learn, do you Dean?” Gabriel asks. “You never learn to watch your mouth, even after everything you’ve seen. Do you think that just because you know me, that I’ll let you get away with being that disrespectful?”
For a brief moment, Dean is back in Hell and Alastair is torturing him on the rack. The fear that makes his bones turn to liquid is back and if it wasn’t for Gabriel holding him up, Dean would probably have sunk to the ground.
“You don’t scare me,” Dean lies.
“Oh but I could,” Gabriel replies, his words full of dark promise. “I’m not like Castiel, you can’t browbeat me into doing what you want.”
“You’re just like Zachariah. Another angel who’s so full of himself.”
Gabriel doesn’t respond to Dean’s accusations, instead he seems to change tact. The grip that’s holding Dean pinned to the door eases up and Gabriel’s face softens. He remains pressed against Dean and suddenly Dean realizes what’s about to happen before Gabriel’s lips meet his own. He doesn’t fight against instead he submits and gives into the kiss. Dean allows Gabriel to think that he wins something and when the angel pulls back with a smug smirk, Dean leans forwards and kisses Gabriel. Even though he’s still pinned to the door, Dean turns the kiss from the earlier gentleness to something more punishing, their lips and teeth fight for dominance until they both pull back. Gabriel sits on the bed and Dean remains leaning against the door.
“You can’t seduce me into becoming Michael’s vessel,” Dean plainly states.
“Do you think that this is still about your destiny, about Michael and Lucifer?” Gabriel asks.
“Then what was is it about?”
“Maybe this is about you.”
“What do you want?” Dean demands.
Gabriel seems to pause before he stands up, Dean’s question left unanswered. The angel starts to pace along an already worn path in the carpet. Back and forth, back and forth and Dean remains against the door as he watches the angel. He’s tired of the angels, even Castiel, but there’s something about Gabriel that’s different. Perhaps it’s because he’s proven to be more of a trickster than an angel. He’s never really done much to harm either Sam or Dean, even if Sam still has nightmares about Florida. Dean has always been able to see that Gabriel has only tried to teach the boys a lesson, just like any trickster would, just like Raven of legend always manages to do.
“I came here to warn you about your brother,” Gabriel states, “To tell you that it’s only a matter of time before Sam Winchester becomes a liability and falls to Lucifer’s charms.” “I think that you’re underestimating my brother,” Dean responds.
“You haven’t seen what I’ve seen, Dean. You don’t know what your brother is capable of. You’ve only had a small taste of it.”
“I told you I am not interested in hearing another recruitment speech.”
Dean starts to move but once again Gabriel is pushed up against him. This time, he seems to change in front of Dean’s eyes until a beautiful buxom blonde is pressed up against, her long fingernails pressing into his biceps.
“Perhaps you’d listen to me if I looked like this?” Gabriel asks. “No, this isn’t what you want?”
Gabriel morphs into the very image of John Winchester.
“How about this? You never had a problem blindly following your father.”
Once again, Gabriel morphs from John and changes into the lanky body of his brother.
“What about your baby brother? No, this isn’t right, is it?”
“Stop, just tell me what you want,” Dean shouts.
“For you to realize that your faith in your brother is misguided,” Gabriel replies, this time as himself, or at least whom Dean has come to think of as him.
“And what should I do then, you’re not hear to recruit me, but you want me to realize that Sammy’s one step away from being a meat suit, what should I do?”
“Start planning for the worse.”
Dean pushes Gabriel away and surprisingly the angel allows him to do so.
“I don’t anymore what you’re supposed to do, I don’t know if you’re better off giving into Michael and the others, or if you’re better off fighting this on your own,” Gabriel honestly admits.
“Why are you here, you could have easily warned Bobby and Castiel of what was happening. Used your angel mojo to stop Sam. But instead you’re here, doing nothing but wasting time.”
“I am here because of you,” Gabriel replies.
Dean looks up sharply at the angel.
“I don’t understand,” Dean states.
“I don’t really either. You’re definitely too pig-headed to listen to the many reasons why you should submit to Michael, and you’re most definitely not my type.”
“Did you just make a pass at me?” Dean confusedly asks.
Gabriel shrugs in response.
“At first, I thought that you and Sam were just like my brothers. You couldn’t agree on your father and the rightness in his choices. Sam even turned his back on you and your father. Yet you’re not like them not in the least. On the surface, I can see why you’ve been chosen for your particular destinies. But scratch beneath that surface, and you, Dean, are very different than what you present. Sam not so much, that boy’s been tainted too much by Lucifer’s minions and your mother’s choices. But you, Dean, you’re not what you appear to be. Zachariah seems to think that you’re dumb and that you can be controlled but he’s blind to the truth.”
Gabriel falls silent and sits back down on the bed, his head cradled in his hands.
“And what might that truth be?”
“Did you know that even now when all of the angels should be amassing together in one cohesive army, ready to smite down Lucifer’s army, they’re all divided?”
“No,” Dean replies as he shakes his head.
“At first it was just Castiel and Anna but others are following them, they think that you have a chance at finding our Father, at bringing down Lucifer, at stopping this war with less bloodshed than if you were to just submit to Michael. Of course, there are some who want this war regardless of the cost.”
Dean wearily sits down on the other bed as he processes what Gabriel has just admitted to him.
“And what about you? Where do you fall in this mess?”
“I am starting to see the truth in what you told me in Ohio, that perhaps it’s time I stood up to my family instead of blindly following.”
“Maybe I am wrong, maybe what Zachariah showed me is the truth,” Dean replies.
“He’s an angel, you don’t think that he can’t warp things to show you exactly what he wants to show you? He can’t actually show you the future; you do realize that, don’t you? He can show you what might happen if things continue and he can always show you what he wants to show you, but he can’t actually you the future.”
Dean looks at Gabriel with confusion on his face and the angel laughs at him.
“Let me show you what I mean,” Gabriel replies and before he can respond, Dean is enveloped in invisible wings.
In the next breath, he is no longer in his hotel room; instead he and Gabriel are standing in front of a large picture window in what is clearly a five star hotel room. On the couch, Jo and Ellen are sitting and talking with Castiel who is standing beside another Dean. One who looks older, with more than a hint of grey in his hair, gone is the carefree attitude, and in its place is the quiet fortitude of a general. He can’t really hear what they are saying but Gabriel fills him in.
“This is ten years in the future, you’ve said no to Michael time and time again, Castiel is just one of many angels who follow you and you’re slowly winning the war against Lucifer.”
“Where is Sam?” Dean fearfully asks.
Before Gabriel can answer him, Sam walks into the room, looking like himself. He’s clearly worn out but he’s still the Sam that Dean left in South Dakota twenty-four hours ago. Dean turns to Gabriel in confusion.
“It’s not been easy for you or the others, but you have kept Sam safe from Lucifer over the years, and you’re slowly but surely destroying his armies.”
Before Dean can ask more questions, he is once again enveloped in wings and this time he’s almost certain that he’s caught a glimpse of glossy black wings. When he blinks, he is in another room, this one not as plush as the last. He is sitting at a table and pinned to the wall is Sam, the look on his face is malicious and it causes Dean to shiver.
“Where are we?” Dean asks.
“In a future where you have submitted to Michael but your brother hasn’t submitted to Lucifer.”
“Then what is he doing to Sam?”
“Torturing him and eventually he’ll break your brother into so many little pieces until Lucifer’s vessel is completely destroyed.”
“But…” Dean starts before Gabriel as whisked them back to Dean’s original shoddy little motel room.
“The future is flexible. It changes each day, each moment that you and Sam hold out a little longer to my brothers, it changes. I could show you an eternity of futures and never be close to what actually happens. Zachariah showed you what he wanted to show you.”
Dean stares at Gabriel and tries to calculate what the angel is trying to tell him.
“Why are you telling me this?” Dean asks.
“Why not tell you?” Gabriel asks in response.
This time Dean moves from his bed to Gabriel’s bed. He’s uncertain of how to proceed, and the angel seems to take pity on him. Gabriel captures Dean’s chin with his hand and kisses him. This time the kiss is somewhere between the first gentle kiss and the second bruising and demanding one that Dean had initiated. When they pull apart, Dean is feeling warm on the inside.
“Zachariah once accused me of going soft because I’ve spent too many years amongst humans. I think he’s the one who’s gone soft, spending too much time sequestered in Heaven, only coming down to cause an unnecessary war. I don’t know how much I can help you Dean, but I’ve decided that it’s time I stop hiding from my brothers and that it’s time I throw my lot into this war.”
He leans forward and kisses Dean once again, this time chaste and gentle, a mere brushing of lips. Dean is reminded of the time he kissed the crossroads demon and sold his soul for Sammy’s life. There is a certain weight to this kiss, no matter how deceptively gentle it is, when Gabriel pulls back, Dean sees a glimmer of lust in his eyes.
“I am not a coward Dean, I never have been. I am just tired of all the blood shed, the fighting and the destinies; I am not as bad or as soft as I’ve been accused of being. I’ll help you Dean, but mark my words, if your brother falls, the world is in grave danger.”
With that Gabriel winks out of the room in a flurry of what seems like beating wings and the croaking of ravens and once again, Dean is left wondering if he’s more angel or more trickster. Before he can think too long on it, his phone rings and Dean pulls it out of his pocket in surprise. He answers it without looking at the number and on the other end is the voice of his brother.
“Dean, I’m in trouble.”
It’s all Dean needs to move him into action and he’s back in the Impala on the road again and he races against time to save Sammy from himself. Gabriel’s finally words weighing heavily upon him.
**END**
Author: Sweetness (Aaronlisa@gmail.com)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester, Gabriel
Rating: FR13 (there’s some M/M interaction and some swearing)
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: Written for extraonions for the 2009 round of spn_holiday. I wrote for this prompt: Gabriel (The Trickster)/Dean, would love a little dub con / Gabriel’s POV / fascination with Michael’s would be vessel. I really hope that you like it even though it kind of veers from what you wanted.
Notes: Set during Season Five after 5x08 “Changing Channels.”
Summary: Gabriel comes to Dean with a warning about Sam.
Word Count: 2771
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Dean finds himself pushed against the cold metal of the Impala’s door by an angry trickster. Even now, after the secret has been revealed, he still thinks of Gabriel as a rule-breaking trickster instead of an angel. He reminds Dean of the legends about Raven that he had studied when tracking down another trickster in Washington. Deceitful at times, bored at other times but still managing to do some good. He doesn’t remind Dean anything about the tales that Pastor Jim had told him about the angels, including Gabriel. Then again, none of the angels resemble the glorious beings that Pastor Jim had taught him and Sam about.
Dean’s thoughts are interrupted when Gabriel’s hands tighten around his biceps. The grip is painful and cruel, Gabriel is clearly pissed about something and instead of struggling, Dean goes limp. He has no desire to fight an angel, not after the grueling night he has just had.
“What do you want?” Dean grinds out.
“Do you know what Sam is doing right now?”
Dean sighs in anger, how can he know what his brother is doing right now when Sammy’s with Bobby in South Dakota. Instead of remaining limp, Dean pushes against Gabriel. It only causes Gabriel’s grip to tighten more and it makes Dean angrier, he’s beyond tired of being pushed around by angels.
“He’s with Bobby in South Dakota,” Dean replies.
“Wrong,” Gabriel snarls, “As of this moment, your stupid brother is chasing a ghost sent to him by Lucifer.”
“What?”
“You’re not that stupid, Dean.”
Gabriel’s grip tightens even more as he pushes himself closer to Dean, until their bodies are flush. Dean goes limp as he realizes the truth in Gabriel’s words, and for a brief moment he feels as if he’s enclosed in raven-black wings until Gabriel releases him and steps away.
“Castiel and Bobby were with him,” Dean wearily replies.
“They were but Lucifer tricked them both into thinking…” Gabriel trails off.
“Into thinking what?” Dean demands.
“Into thinking that you were hurt, Sam raced out of there as fast as possible.”
“Fuck,” Dean spits out.
He pulls out his cell phone and attempts to call Sam only to find the phone completely drained of battery. Gabriel barks out a bitter laugh at Dean’s efforts.
“Do you really think that you could contact your brother that easily?”
“It was worth a try,” Dean replies before he shoves the phone back in his pocket.
He knows that no matter what he tries, he won’t be able to get a hold of Sammy. That knowledge doesn’t stop him from walking over to the payphone and feeding it with quarters after dialing Bobby’s phone number. At the very least he can let Bobby and Castiel know the truth. The conversation is brief and Castiel promises that he’ll go after Sam. Something about the conversation fills Dean with a sense of hopelessness, perhaps it is only a matter of time before Sam falls and then where will that leave him? The future that Zachariah showed him isn’t pleasant nor is being a meat suit for an angel, yet if Sammy falls what choice does he have?
Dean tiredly hangs up the phone and slumps against the glass confines of the booth. Somehow Gabriel is there and Dean allows the trickster, no the angel, to guide him where he will. He’s beyond tired and he’s almost at the point of giving up, if there’s no way that they can prevent their destinies, then what’s the point of fighting.
Somehow they wind up in the hotel room, although Dean has no real recollection of walking across the parking lot from the payphone to the room, or of Gabriel using the key to gain them access. Then again, he’s an angel; surely locked hotel rooms are nothing for an angel. Yet Gabriel drops the key on the bedside table and sneers at the shoddy room, just another cheap motel room in a long line of them. By now Dean’s beyond caring about the worn carpets, the water stains on the ceilings and walls, and the cheap and tired polyester bed spreads that last saw better days in the 1970s.
“You live in such filth and it doesn’t seem to bother you,” Gabriel sneers.
“Fuck you,” Dean tiredly snarls.
The angel is upon him and pushing him up against the hotel room door. Their bodies once again flush and Dean overwhelmed by the sensation of beating raven-black wings. It confuses him because he’s not sure if Gabriel is really the archangel or the trickster god anymore.
“You never learn, do you Dean?” Gabriel asks. “You never learn to watch your mouth, even after everything you’ve seen. Do you think that just because you know me, that I’ll let you get away with being that disrespectful?”
For a brief moment, Dean is back in Hell and Alastair is torturing him on the rack. The fear that makes his bones turn to liquid is back and if it wasn’t for Gabriel holding him up, Dean would probably have sunk to the ground.
“You don’t scare me,” Dean lies.
“Oh but I could,” Gabriel replies, his words full of dark promise. “I’m not like Castiel, you can’t browbeat me into doing what you want.”
“You’re just like Zachariah. Another angel who’s so full of himself.”
Gabriel doesn’t respond to Dean’s accusations, instead he seems to change tact. The grip that’s holding Dean pinned to the door eases up and Gabriel’s face softens. He remains pressed against Dean and suddenly Dean realizes what’s about to happen before Gabriel’s lips meet his own. He doesn’t fight against instead he submits and gives into the kiss. Dean allows Gabriel to think that he wins something and when the angel pulls back with a smug smirk, Dean leans forwards and kisses Gabriel. Even though he’s still pinned to the door, Dean turns the kiss from the earlier gentleness to something more punishing, their lips and teeth fight for dominance until they both pull back. Gabriel sits on the bed and Dean remains leaning against the door.
“You can’t seduce me into becoming Michael’s vessel,” Dean plainly states.
“Do you think that this is still about your destiny, about Michael and Lucifer?” Gabriel asks.
“Then what was is it about?”
“Maybe this is about you.”
“What do you want?” Dean demands.
Gabriel seems to pause before he stands up, Dean’s question left unanswered. The angel starts to pace along an already worn path in the carpet. Back and forth, back and forth and Dean remains against the door as he watches the angel. He’s tired of the angels, even Castiel, but there’s something about Gabriel that’s different. Perhaps it’s because he’s proven to be more of a trickster than an angel. He’s never really done much to harm either Sam or Dean, even if Sam still has nightmares about Florida. Dean has always been able to see that Gabriel has only tried to teach the boys a lesson, just like any trickster would, just like Raven of legend always manages to do.
“I came here to warn you about your brother,” Gabriel states, “To tell you that it’s only a matter of time before Sam Winchester becomes a liability and falls to Lucifer’s charms.” “I think that you’re underestimating my brother,” Dean responds.
“You haven’t seen what I’ve seen, Dean. You don’t know what your brother is capable of. You’ve only had a small taste of it.”
“I told you I am not interested in hearing another recruitment speech.”
Dean starts to move but once again Gabriel is pushed up against him. This time, he seems to change in front of Dean’s eyes until a beautiful buxom blonde is pressed up against, her long fingernails pressing into his biceps.
“Perhaps you’d listen to me if I looked like this?” Gabriel asks. “No, this isn’t what you want?”
Gabriel morphs into the very image of John Winchester.
“How about this? You never had a problem blindly following your father.”
Once again, Gabriel morphs from John and changes into the lanky body of his brother.
“What about your baby brother? No, this isn’t right, is it?”
“Stop, just tell me what you want,” Dean shouts.
“For you to realize that your faith in your brother is misguided,” Gabriel replies, this time as himself, or at least whom Dean has come to think of as him.
“And what should I do then, you’re not hear to recruit me, but you want me to realize that Sammy’s one step away from being a meat suit, what should I do?”
“Start planning for the worse.”
Dean pushes Gabriel away and surprisingly the angel allows him to do so.
“I don’t anymore what you’re supposed to do, I don’t know if you’re better off giving into Michael and the others, or if you’re better off fighting this on your own,” Gabriel honestly admits.
“Why are you here, you could have easily warned Bobby and Castiel of what was happening. Used your angel mojo to stop Sam. But instead you’re here, doing nothing but wasting time.”
“I am here because of you,” Gabriel replies.
Dean looks up sharply at the angel.
“I don’t understand,” Dean states.
“I don’t really either. You’re definitely too pig-headed to listen to the many reasons why you should submit to Michael, and you’re most definitely not my type.”
“Did you just make a pass at me?” Dean confusedly asks.
Gabriel shrugs in response.
“At first, I thought that you and Sam were just like my brothers. You couldn’t agree on your father and the rightness in his choices. Sam even turned his back on you and your father. Yet you’re not like them not in the least. On the surface, I can see why you’ve been chosen for your particular destinies. But scratch beneath that surface, and you, Dean, are very different than what you present. Sam not so much, that boy’s been tainted too much by Lucifer’s minions and your mother’s choices. But you, Dean, you’re not what you appear to be. Zachariah seems to think that you’re dumb and that you can be controlled but he’s blind to the truth.”
Gabriel falls silent and sits back down on the bed, his head cradled in his hands.
“And what might that truth be?”
“Did you know that even now when all of the angels should be amassing together in one cohesive army, ready to smite down Lucifer’s army, they’re all divided?”
“No,” Dean replies as he shakes his head.
“At first it was just Castiel and Anna but others are following them, they think that you have a chance at finding our Father, at bringing down Lucifer, at stopping this war with less bloodshed than if you were to just submit to Michael. Of course, there are some who want this war regardless of the cost.”
Dean wearily sits down on the other bed as he processes what Gabriel has just admitted to him.
“And what about you? Where do you fall in this mess?”
“I am starting to see the truth in what you told me in Ohio, that perhaps it’s time I stood up to my family instead of blindly following.”
“Maybe I am wrong, maybe what Zachariah showed me is the truth,” Dean replies.
“He’s an angel, you don’t think that he can’t warp things to show you exactly what he wants to show you? He can’t actually show you the future; you do realize that, don’t you? He can show you what might happen if things continue and he can always show you what he wants to show you, but he can’t actually you the future.”
Dean looks at Gabriel with confusion on his face and the angel laughs at him.
“Let me show you what I mean,” Gabriel replies and before he can respond, Dean is enveloped in invisible wings.
In the next breath, he is no longer in his hotel room; instead he and Gabriel are standing in front of a large picture window in what is clearly a five star hotel room. On the couch, Jo and Ellen are sitting and talking with Castiel who is standing beside another Dean. One who looks older, with more than a hint of grey in his hair, gone is the carefree attitude, and in its place is the quiet fortitude of a general. He can’t really hear what they are saying but Gabriel fills him in.
“This is ten years in the future, you’ve said no to Michael time and time again, Castiel is just one of many angels who follow you and you’re slowly winning the war against Lucifer.”
“Where is Sam?” Dean fearfully asks.
Before Gabriel can answer him, Sam walks into the room, looking like himself. He’s clearly worn out but he’s still the Sam that Dean left in South Dakota twenty-four hours ago. Dean turns to Gabriel in confusion.
“It’s not been easy for you or the others, but you have kept Sam safe from Lucifer over the years, and you’re slowly but surely destroying his armies.”
Before Dean can ask more questions, he is once again enveloped in wings and this time he’s almost certain that he’s caught a glimpse of glossy black wings. When he blinks, he is in another room, this one not as plush as the last. He is sitting at a table and pinned to the wall is Sam, the look on his face is malicious and it causes Dean to shiver.
“Where are we?” Dean asks.
“In a future where you have submitted to Michael but your brother hasn’t submitted to Lucifer.”
“Then what is he doing to Sam?”
“Torturing him and eventually he’ll break your brother into so many little pieces until Lucifer’s vessel is completely destroyed.”
“But…” Dean starts before Gabriel as whisked them back to Dean’s original shoddy little motel room.
“The future is flexible. It changes each day, each moment that you and Sam hold out a little longer to my brothers, it changes. I could show you an eternity of futures and never be close to what actually happens. Zachariah showed you what he wanted to show you.”
Dean stares at Gabriel and tries to calculate what the angel is trying to tell him.
“Why are you telling me this?” Dean asks.
“Why not tell you?” Gabriel asks in response.
This time Dean moves from his bed to Gabriel’s bed. He’s uncertain of how to proceed, and the angel seems to take pity on him. Gabriel captures Dean’s chin with his hand and kisses him. This time the kiss is somewhere between the first gentle kiss and the second bruising and demanding one that Dean had initiated. When they pull apart, Dean is feeling warm on the inside.
“Zachariah once accused me of going soft because I’ve spent too many years amongst humans. I think he’s the one who’s gone soft, spending too much time sequestered in Heaven, only coming down to cause an unnecessary war. I don’t know how much I can help you Dean, but I’ve decided that it’s time I stop hiding from my brothers and that it’s time I throw my lot into this war.”
He leans forward and kisses Dean once again, this time chaste and gentle, a mere brushing of lips. Dean is reminded of the time he kissed the crossroads demon and sold his soul for Sammy’s life. There is a certain weight to this kiss, no matter how deceptively gentle it is, when Gabriel pulls back, Dean sees a glimmer of lust in his eyes.
“I am not a coward Dean, I never have been. I am just tired of all the blood shed, the fighting and the destinies; I am not as bad or as soft as I’ve been accused of being. I’ll help you Dean, but mark my words, if your brother falls, the world is in grave danger.”
With that Gabriel winks out of the room in a flurry of what seems like beating wings and the croaking of ravens and once again, Dean is left wondering if he’s more angel or more trickster. Before he can think too long on it, his phone rings and Dean pulls it out of his pocket in surprise. He answers it without looking at the number and on the other end is the voice of his brother.
“Dean, I’m in trouble.”
It’s all Dean needs to move him into action and he’s back in the Impala on the road again and he races against time to save Sammy from himself. Gabriel’s finally words weighing heavily upon him.
**END**