#dedreel

Dean on his knees letting Gadreel fuck his face, and Gadreel is being really gentle about it and Dean is a bit frustrated but whatever, it's fine, and so he's about to come up for air when he feels a big hand shove him down another half inch on Gadreel's cock so his nose is pressed up against his stomach and he has a split second to think 'that's not Gadreel' and then he really needs air but the hand is just holding him there and just when he's got tears in his eyes and is on the edge of starting to truly panic and possibly try something drastic to get away the hand lets him go, and Dean is left gasping and sputtering on the floor, turning around and looking up at Sam smirking at him. And Sam is telling Gadreel that when Dean wants him to fuck his face he wants Gadreel to really mean it. 

Fists balled at his sides, he marched to the offending cubicle. Gadreel suddenly looked a lot bigger than Dean seemed to remember. He took your food, Winchester. Gadreel looked up from his computer and sat the sandwich down on its wrapper.

"You keep taking the last sandwich," Dean gritted out, stomach growling to prove his point.

"I wasn't aware there was a problem with that. It is a public vending machine."

"That I buy a turkey sandwich from everyday."

"As do I now. I believe there's egg salad left," Gadreel said, spinning his chair back around.

Dean hissed under his breath before turning and stalking away. If Gadreel wanted a war over lunch then he would get one.

The next week sure enough there was the last sandwich in the machine- the one that had been there that morning gone. The next week he bought the sandwich when he got in. It was soggy and warm by the time lunch rolled around but it was his. He heard footsteps stop at his cubicle and turned, not at all surprised to see Gadreel standing there, arms crossed.

"Really?" was all he said before turning away.

The week after Dean did the same, glad it had been so effective. He was almost looking forward to the next confrontation between them. A confrontation with the tall, broad shouldered- food stealer. He wanted this settled and he wanted to win. When he got back from the bathroom the sandwich he had left on his desk was gone.

"Is this sandwich really worth it?" Dean asked after he had cleared a path through the lunch congestion.

"Your reaction is," Gadreel said, around a mouthful.

"Come on. Just let me have the damn sandwiches." It was low but it would work.

"Tell me why."

"They're," Dean was cursing himself, turning red. "They're all I can afford. I know they're shitty but the turkey is the least shitty and Stanford ain't cheap man."

"Let me take you to lunch Friday and I'll leave them be."

Dean looked at him, incredulous.

"Are you blackmailing me into a date?" he asked.

"You're welcome to say no. I was going to stop anyway, after that."

"You know what? Fine."

I can kind of get around it with angels, personally. Because although I’ve read PLENTY of Destiel smut, within the realms of the actual show I prefer to think of angels as asexual, and that they see the trueform/soul rather than the meatsuit (Cas staring at Hannah’s [well, Caroline’s] breasts bothered me so much just for that reason…although with his grace situation I can kind of justify putting him somewhere between angel and human…it still bugged me). So BASICALLY I think Castiel’s love for Dean transcends ideas of sex and/or monogamy, and I think Dean’s love for Cas is more of a soul love as well (and it’s not like he’s anywhere CLOSE to admitting he wants buttsex in canon), sooooo if there was some Dean/Gadreel happening in season 9, it was just something that Dean needed at the time, not necessarily sexual, in absence of Cas.

I’m just so crazy about the idea of Dean and Gadreel having these late-night conversations in the car or in the bunker when Sam is sleeping, Dean opening up and starting to trust him, telling him all the things he could never say to Sam or even Cas because he’s TOO close to them, and there are things you have to keep hidden from your family. And Gadreel falling for Dean almost as hard as Castiel has in the process, because he’s had so few friends in his life and been isolated and hated for so long. And there’s this whole unrequited thing of Dean loving Sam SO MUCH and Gadreel trying to absorb that love because he’s in Sam’s body, but he knows that even when Dean’s trusting him, he’s uneasy about it and he could never truly love him the way he loves Sam. GAH SO MANY FEELINGS <3

“Yes, I’m fine.”

Gadreel looks away. The way Dean stands close to Cas, their shoulders brush slightly, the way Dean looks at Cas. It hurts. It shouldn’t.

A hand comes to rest on his shoulder. It’s Sam’s. Gadreel tries to focus.

“Guys, we think we have something on Metatron.”

Sam looks over to Dean and Cas and swallows. He squints at Deans hand on Cas’ arm. Rage rises, Sam can’t hold it back, pulls Dean away.

“Are you fucking him?”

“What?”

“You and Cas?”

“Dude, not your business.”

“I’m your brother you can tell me.”

“You said you don’t wanna be brothers.”

“I– “

Cas and Gadreel stare, brow knitted in confusion and surprise.

“Sam –“

Sam glares, pushes Cas away, rushes out. Dean’s after him.

“Sam. It ain’t like that.”

The door shuts,  Sam's on the other side.

“Fuck.”

Cas turns away, heart in pieces, wants to leave. Gadreel sits down, face in his hands, wants to cry.

Dean can’t look at any of them.

There's a new tamer working with them. They say his name’s Dean, and he's the best. Gadreel holds his head high and growls his hatred.

The lights are so bright when he’s out on the wire, he can hardly see where he’s supposed to step. So he jumps, and waits.

A broken wing. It’s the worst injury he’s ever sustained, and he knows it will keep him from performing. Will they put him down? Probably.

Dean smiles cautiously and talks to him. No one ever talks to him. They lock him up, they poke. They don’t talk. But Dean does.

Gadreel doesn’t understand Dean’s kindness. He soothes the pain in the broken wing, sets the bone, and keeps talking. Why is he being so kind?

When Dean opens the door to his enclosure, Gadreel finds himself sitting straighter. For once, though, it isn’t meant to intimidate. He’s happy Dean’s here.

After several months Gadreel finally pieces it together. Dean and Sam are related. Sam used to work here, then he set half the circus free.

Dean knows when Gadreel has figured it out, and all he does is smile. His secret is safe. Gadreel can’t talk, and he never would.

The shouts of the workers is nothing compared to the screams of the “monsters” as they flee. Gadreel remains and risks recapture. He needs Dean.

ARE THERE ANY GADREELS COME AT ME I DARE YOU!