#deanxgabriel

“Look, Gabe. What I need is for you to shut the hell up, okay? I don’t need your-” Dean turned, and his brow furrowed as he watched Gabriel stirring his coffee with what looked like a rapidly melting chocolate dick. “What the fuck is that?”

Gabriel grinned. “It’s my dick. Made of chocolate. Wanna try?” He held it out, and Dean’s whole face scrunched up. “Come on. You know you want to.” Gabe wiggled his eyebrows.

“It’s too fucking early for this.” Dean turned and walked out.

“It’s never too early for a good dicking, Dean!” Gabe called after him.

“Sammy!”

Dean was massaging his temple as he read up on a case Sam had shown him. It was weird, even by hunter standards, and Dean couldn’t figure out what it could be. Sam was in the books, leaning on one of the shelves across the room. “It’s probably Gabriel trying to get attention again.” Dean resigned, and sat back in his chair.

“I don’t think it is.”

“Then it’s some lunatic. Let the cops figure it out.”

“They can’t, Dean. That’s why I showed it to you.”

“Well, I don’t know what it is, Sam.” Dean’s hand rose and fell as he leaned forward again. “And I’m getting a headache. I’m taking a break.”

“I’ll keep looking in the books..”

“You do you, Sammy.” Minimizing what he’d been reading, Dean opened a new browser window and started looking for something to take his mind off of the possible case and relax. But as he went about his search, he started to notice a pattern in the advertisements that kept popping up on the side of the pages. “GABRIEL!”

Gabe strolled into the room, almost as if he’d been waiting just out of sight. “What can I do for you, Dean Bean.”

“What the fuck is this?”

“Porn? Bad porn?” Sam glanced up from his book as Gabe spoke, his interest peaked.

“Not that.” Dean growled out through clenched teeth. “That.” he pointed to the side.

“Ads? Short for advertisement. You see-”

“I know what fucking ads are, Gabe.” Dean snapped. “Why are they all for chocolate in bulk and dick molds?” Sam cocked an eyebrow, glancing between the two men.

“Alright..” Gabriel cleared his throat. “So, the internet has this thing, where when you search for something, something or other happens, and-”

“Algorithms.” Sam chimed in. “It's algorithms.”

“Yeah.” Gabe pointed to Sam and nodded. “The algorithms do their thing and now you have ads for the kind of stuff you'd be interested in based on your searches.” Gabe smiled with a hint of pride.

Deans jaw worked and he fought to keep from yelling. “I didn't fucking search for bulk chocolate and dick molds, Gabriel.”

“No, I did that.”

The smile still on Gabriel's face seemed to make Dean angrier. “You can literally  bring things into existence, and yet, you still searched for that stuff on my laptop?”

“Labour of love? I wanted to do things the human-”

“Get out.” Dean growled. Gabe hurried out, and Dean slammed his laptop shut.

“Dean-”

“Don't, Sam. He tried to stir my fucking coffee with a chocolate dick this morning.” Sam's eyebrows shot up. “Don't fucking say a word.”

“Wasn't going to..” Sam mumbled, nose back in a book. “Don't even know where to start with that one..”

“I'm sorry.”

Dean glanced up from his plate of food to Sam then up at Gabriel standing beside the table. “About?”

“The laptop.” Gabe glanced down at his foot and scuffed his shoe against the floor. Gabe looked at Sam through his lashes, and the younger Winchester motioned with his head to his older brother. Gabe sighed. “I shouldn't have used your laptop without your permission, especially for a search like that and I'm sorry.” Dean watched him for a minute. “Will you forgive me?”

“I'll think about it.” Dean's voice still held his obvious anger towards the angel, but less than it had earlier.

Gabe pouted for a moment while Dean went back to his meal. “Would it help if I told you I made you a pie?”

Dean's face almost lit up, before the suspicion he felt showed on his face as he looked up at Gabe again. “You made pie?”

Gabe nodded. “Just for you.”

Dean's brow furrowed a bit before smoothing out again. “What kind of pie?” Sam shook his head at how easy it was to distract Dean from his anger.

“It's kind of like blackbird pie, but different.”

“Blackbird..?” Dean grew more confused. “What? What is that and how is it different?”

A huge grin spread over Gabe’s face. “Four and twenty chocolate dicks baked in a pie.”

Dean's face took on a look of absolute horror as Gabe produced the offending pie. Chocolate dildos, surprisingly unmelted - likely due to it being made by angel mojo and not the oven, sticking out from the top.

“Jesus Christ!” Dean stood abruptly from the table. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Sam was laughing hysterically as Dean stormed out of the kitchen.

Gabe placed the pie on the table, pulled out one of the chocolate dildos and followed Dean, waving it around. “Come on, Deanie Baby! Just try one! I promise you'll like it!”

“Fuck off!!” Dean yelled before slamming his bedroom door.

Sam couldn't help himself, he leaned over the table and glanced in through the hole left behind by the one Gabriel took. It looked like a simple chocolate pie. Dipping his finger in, he scooped up some filling and popped his finger in his mouth. “Not bad..”

“I know! And he won't even try it.” Gabriel was pouting again.

“Maybe you should tone down the dicks.” Sam pointed out with a chuckle.

“But they're the best part!” when Gabe heard the door open again, he leaned out into the hall. “Sam liked it!”

“Then Sam can fucking eat your dicks! I'm going out.”

Dean stumbled into the kitchen long after everyone had gone to sleep. It was the drunkest he'd felt in years. But Gabriel had that effect on people. “Asshole.” he muttered to himself as he pulled open the fridge for a beer.

He rolled his eyes at the sight of chocolate dicks lined up neatly and taking over an entire shelf to themselves.

“Of course.” he grumbled, grabbing a beer.

He popped the top off and chugged back most of the bottle, eyes locked on the chocolate dicks that had made his day hell. Lowering the bottle, he licked his lips and looked around the fridge again.

Spotting the pie from earlier, he glanced around behind him before leaning into the fridge to dip his finger in. The glob of cooled chocolate filling entered his mouth, and Dean had to admit, it tasted good. Reaching in, he dipped in for a second glob and happily licked his fingers clean as his eyes drifted back to the chocolate dicks. If the pie really had those baked into it, they must be good. Right?

“Right.” Dean muttered in answer to his thoughts. Reaching into the fridge again, he grabbed one of the dicks from the back corner hoping no one would notice it missing from there. When he pulled his arm back, he knocked a few over and scrambled to catch them, letting the beer bottle drop from his hand. “Shit!”

Setting them back as they were, Dean looked at the one left in his hand. Slowly he raised it, cock tip aimed at his mouth. He gave his head a shake before taking it into his mouth and biting off the head.

“Hmm. Not bad..” Dean stood in front of the opened fridge and chewed, enjoying the taste. Just as he was about to take another bite, the light flicked on and he jumped, spinning around.

“Told you you'd like it.” Gabe was grinning, ear to ear.

“It's not bad, alright? Now fuck off.” Gabe continued to smile at him, so he was too self conscious to take another bite. “Why dicks? And why this dick?”

“Because it's mine.” Dean froze. “I made them in a mold of my own cock.” Gabe reached down and grabbed himself, giving it a shake.

“Oh shit..” Dean doubled over, gagging. “Oh thats..” he heaved again. “What the fuck, Gabe!!”

“You're the one who put my dick in your mouth.” Gabe shrugged.

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Dean furrows his brow, shaking his head. “I'm not...I just like power. You taught me that a powerful mate is everything.” He pauses, leaning toward John and raising his eyebrows. “Come on, when you met mom, she tried to squeeze you to death with her tentacles,” he says. John laughs in response, sighing. “Call Gabe what you want, but he's perfect.” John stares ahead, picking his tooth with his pinky nail as Dean talks. “His voice...his eyes...and I think he has another leg hidden."

“Another leg? Humans have two, I thought.”

“Well there was something big in his pants,” Dean grumbles, furrowing his brow. “Anyways, trust me, when you and Sam meet him, you're gonna be in love, too.” He gives his father pleading eyes, gaining a sigh in return. John pinches the bridge of his nose, reluctantly nodding.

“I don't like it. But you're an adult, do what you want –” He cuts himself off as Dean takes him into a bone crushing hug, rolling his eyes. “Your mystery man's on a ship. How do you figure you'll find him?”

“I got his scent,” Dean says, pulling out of the hug and tapping his nose. He slides down into the sea, darting away before John can get another word in.

–

Gabriel

Gabriel stares up at the night sky, closing his eyes as a gust of wind blows by. The air is salty and warm, and the ocean beneath them is calm, gently swaying his ship. A successful treasure hunt has his entire crew celebrating. Dancing, music, food, and lots of alcohol. But his mind is only on that god damn fish. He looks down as a pair of arms wrap around him, followed by soft humming.

“Donna,” he begins, looking back at her with a smile. He pauses, inhaling. She smells like pure whiskey. “You're drunk, sugar snap,” he whispers soothingly, patting her hand and turning into her embrace. She stares up at him with a lazy grin, her eyes hooded.

“Geez Louise, you speak the obvious,” she says, chuckling and closing her eyes. “Dance with me cap'n.”

“You know who loves to dance?” he asks, gripping her arms and gently urging them from around him. “Garth. Especially when he's drunk.”

“But I wanna dance with you,” she groans, perking up as the music changes to something quick. “Please?” she whines, her eyes closing.

“He won't, he's too in love to dance,” Castiel says as he approaches, two bottles of rum in hand. He forces one into Gabriel's hands. “Drink.” He turns his eyes to Donna, smiling and resting a hand on her back. “I'll dance with you, let him stew in loneliness,” he says, shooting Gabriel a quick glare. They both make their way down the stairs of the ship, and Castiel closes the door behind him, muffling the music. Gabriel goes back to staring at the night sky, swigging from the bottle.

Maybe he's being dramatic. He met Dean once, – he'd probably never see him again, what's the point of even thinking about him? Besides, it's only been three days since he last saw him, he shouldn't be missing him this much. He straightens up as a shooting star passes, chuckling to himself.

“I wish I could see Dean again,” he whispers. Just like that, something shoots up out of the ocean.

“Hey, sweetheart –”

“OH MY GOD!” Gabriel squeaks, punching it square in the nose and making it fall back into the ocean. Gabriel holds a hand over his mouth when he realizes that it was Dean, watching as the pissed off merman resurfaces. “I'm...soo sorry – ow!” he hisses as Dean punches him in the arm. Seconds later, their lips are together, and Gabriel is breathless.

“We're even,” Dean mumbles, bracing Gabriel's shoulders. “Tell me when I have to stop doing that,” he adds, chuckling. Even in the dim lighting, Gabriel can see the flush of his cheeks.

“You're actually here," he says, chuckling and looking around. He lands on his bedroom, and he strokes his chin. “How heavy are you?” he asks. Dean shrugs, hoisting himself up onto the boat and sitting on the edge.

“Why?”

“I wanna get you to my room,” he says. Dean smirks, biting his lip. “Not for anything dirty – to talk – fuck it.” He hooks an arm underneath Dean's tail, hooking the other around Dean's back.

“Ok, you might have a mean left hook, but I doubt you can –” Dean cuts himself off with a gasp as he's lifted, wrapping his arms around Gabriel's neck and holding on for dear life. “This is terrible put me down.”

“One second,” Gabriel says, slowly making his way toward his bedroom. Dean opens the door for him, glancing around suspiciously. The pirate quickly brings Dean into his bathroom, setting him down inside of his metal bathtub. “There you go,” he says, smiling to himself before meeting Dean's gaze.

“You're strong...you're handsome....when are we getting married, again?” Dean asks, frowning as Gabriel opens a cabinet. The pirate drags out a large bucket of water, turning to the other man with a frown.

“Do you need this heated up?” he asks. Dean gives him a taken aback look, his lips parting.

“Are you gonna cook me?” he mumbles, his face going blank when Gabriel laughs. “What? You put me in this giant pot –”

“It's a bathtub,” Gabriel says as he dumps the water over Dean.

“A what?” He scrunches his nose, looking almost offended. “This smells funny,” he says, sniffing once more. “There's no...I don't know, it's weird.”

“It's fresh water, no salt,” Gabriel says, sinking down to the edge of the tub. Dean gives him a perplexed look, looking like a confused child. “We don't like bathing in salt. How'd you find me?”

“You smell good,” Dean says, wrapping his arms around Gabriel's waist and nuzzling close to him. Gabriel didn't notice it before, but Dean's skin is splattered in pale freckles, and his shoulders are wide and stocky. He would make a good pirate. “That's how I found you,” he says, snapping Gabriel out of his thoughts. “I followed your scent.”

“My scent?”

“Mhm,” he says, his fingers gripping into Gabriel's shirt harder. “Hey, I got a question.”

“Yeah?”

“Do some humans have third legs?” Dean asks, turning his eyes up to the pirate. Gabriel slowly shakes his head, stiffening as Dean pokes at his crotch. “Then what's this? A fin?” he asks, frowning and poking it once more. “Holy shit, I thought it was big before, is it growing?”

“I'm gonna get you some clothes,” Gabriel squeaks, standing up with his face flushed. As he does, he gets a knock on his door, and he huffs. “Busy,” he yells, glaring as the door flies open anyways.

“Join us,” Castiel says, walking into the room with even more liquor. “It's so boring without you, captain.”

“I can't my – I mean Dean is here,” he says, pulling down a button up shirt from his shelf. Castiel frowns, flicking his eyes to the bathroom. He scowls when his eyes land on Dean, and he shakes his head.

“If you wanted a pet so badly, we could've gotten you a gold fish,” Castiel grumbles, gaining a glare from the merman.

“So I'm guessing he doesn't have to go far to find a douche?” Dean asks, smiling sweetly. Castiel unsheathes his homemade blade, quirking his lip up and heading for the bathroom. Gabriel holds his brother back, much to the amusement of Dean.

“Take it easy, sugar,” Gabriel says, chuckling and patting Castiel's shoulder.

“Sure. Take up for the fish,” Castiel hisses, snatching away from Gabriel and storming off. Gabriel frowns, lowering his eyes to the ground with a sigh.

“Look, man, I'm not tryin' to get in between you and your family,” Dean says, gaining Gabriel's attention. “I mean, I like you a lot – like so much -- but –” He cuts himself off as Gabriel throws the shirt at him, catching it with a furrowed brow. “Thanks...what do I do with it?”

“Put it on,” he chuckles as he pulls his shirt off. Dean hums in return, shifting in the bathtub.

“But you took yours off,” he cooes. Gabriel rolls his eyes, turning to Dean. He smirks at the awestruck look on the merman's face, shaking his head.

“I'm putting another one on,” he says, making his way to his clothes. “I know humans and merpeeps rarely get along, your family wouldn't like it either, I bet.”

“My brother hates it, my dad doesn't like it, but that isn't stopping me,” Dean says, chuckling. They both go silent, and the sound of muffled music fills the room.

–

Dean

Over the next few weeks, Dean's visits become more frequent, and soon he has a personal tub in each room of the ship, with all of the crew always awaiting his return. He and Gabriel's brother consistently butt heads, but at this point, he's decided against eating him. For now. Dean gives Donna a suspicious look as she dumps the hot water into his tub, immediately relaxing as it loosens the muscles of his back.

“Ok, I get it now,” he says, closing his eyes with a grin. She chuckles in response, pouring in another bucket, along with a small vile of pink water. He frowns, leaning up. “What's that?”

“Rose water. You smell like salt,” she says. He grins, showing off his rows of teeth.

“I live in salt. It's a good thing down there,” he says, rubbing the water over his arms. He and Donna look to the stairs as Gabriel comes down them, and Dean perks up, continuing to rub the water on himself.

“Get out” Gabriel orders, making Donna immediately scurry out of the room. He sits down in the chair next to Dean, letting his pirate persona disappear. “Hey sweetpea,” he says, smiling and running his fingers through Dean's hair.

“How'd the raid go?” Dean asks, leaning forward with a wide smile.

“Great...” he lets his voice trail away as he grabs Dean's hand, giving it a gentle sniff. “You smell like flowers,” he says, chuckling.

“Don said I smelled like salt.”

“You did, but I liked it,” Gabriel says, chuckling once more and pressing a kiss against Dean's hand.

“Yeah? Will I get fewer kisses if I smell different?” Dean cooes, wiggling his eyebrows. Gabriel answers with an array of soft kisses leading up the other man's arm, leaving tingles on Dean's skin. When Gabriel leaves a gentle bite on Dean's neck, he gains a stifled noise, and he pulls away immediately. “Holy crap,” Dean says, his face flushed and his chest heaving. Gabriel frowns, releasing Dean's hand.

"How do we..." Gabriel rolls his wrist, gaining a perplexed look from Dean. "Are you a virgin?"

"I haven't knocked anyone up if that's what you're asking," Dean says, chuckling. "Why, do you want to do more than kissing?" he asks, tilting his head when Gabriel nods. "What more is there?"

"Well...nevermind, I'm ok with just kissing," he says, smiling and pressing a kiss against Dean's neck. 

"Does it have to do with your magical growing fin?" Dean asks, eyes going wide as Gabriel nips at his skin. 

"A little," he whipers, pressing a quick kiss against Dean's lips. Gabriel snaps his fingers, standing from his seat. “That's why I came down here, someone's here for you,” he says. Dean frowns, leaning up.

“Who?”