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“So which one are you? Grumpy, Sneezy or Douchey?” Sam hissed, or sexy… his brain piqued, it was the unwanted junk mail thoughts - but it wasn’t wrong. He wouldn’t say that one out loud.
“Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel.” He said, the abandoned warehouse breezy at best chilling the human boys. Sam watched Gabriel, Gabriel watched Sam.
“The archangel?” Sam hissed,
“Guilty” he said with a chipper smile,
“Okay Gabriel, how does an archangel become a trickster?” Dean asked, obviously annoyed.
“My own private witness protection, I skipped outta heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world till, you two screwed it all up. So, boys, now what? Stare at each other for the rest of eternity?” he sarcastically remarked, or me he hoped, continuing his staring contest with little Sammy.
“Well first of all you’re gonna bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him” Dean yelled, Sam would’ve rolled his eyes at his brother’s hopelessness but he loved Cas too, and also wanted him back and safe.
“Oh, am I?” Gabriel snarked back,
“Yeah. Or we’re going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep fry ourselves an archangel.” Gabriel sighed, snapping his fingers Castiel returned, panting lightly. He would never hurt the kiddo,he just temporarily displaced him. Plus it was fun to watch Dean squirm, not that he didn’t want to see Sam squirming in an entirely unrelated setting.
“Cas you okay?” Dean asked worriedly,
“I’m fine.” Cas panted out, “hello Gabriel,”
“Hey bro, how’s the search for daddy going? Let me guess, awful.”
“Okay we’re outta here, come on Sam.” Dean was done.
“Uh? Okay? Guys? So, so what, huh you’re just gonna, you’re gonna leave me here forever?” Gabe yelled out as the boys were walking away.
“No, we’re not, because we don’t screw with people the way you do. And for the record, this isn’t about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can’t be stopped this is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family.” Dean pulled the fire alarm, freeing the angel. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.” he called back over the ringing alarm and the sound of spraying water filling the room.
“Dean,” Sam said quietly, “I know he’s annoying, but maybe we shouldn’t get on his bad side.”
“Shut up Sammy, you just think he’s hot.” Sam blushed, these were lines, very important lines that need not be crossed, the two got into the Impala, and no further words were spoken.