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Gabriel blinked and looked into the emeralds that served as Dean’s eyes. “Dean, I wasn’t planning on this happening.” At least, not like this. Not covered in flour. Maybe covered in chocolate or whipped cream, but this? This had never occurred to him. “Now that it’s happening, though, I see no reason why it should stop.” 

Dean sighed into the kiss and he pulled Gabriel up against his chest and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He tentatively brushed his tongue against Gabriel’s list, delving past them to taste him. Gabriel still tasted like the pecan pie filling, but there was some other underlying sweetness.

Being so close to Dean was like a dream. Feeling the warmth of the hunter’s body against his own, the sensation of Dean’s hands sliding up his chest, tasting his tongue against his lips... It all amounted up to one very happy Archangel. 

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Gabriel blinked and looked into the emeralds that served as Dean’s eyes. “Dean, I wasn’t planning on this happening.” At least, not like this. Not covered in flour. Maybe covered in chocolate or whipped cream, but this? This had never occurred to him. “Now that it’s happening, though, I see no reason why it should stop.” 

It was purely habitual. Dean didn’t even think about it,  at least not until Gabriel’s finger was in his mouth. He looked up into golden eyes and his heart thudded in his chest and he pulled away, feeling the deep burn of a crimson blush on his cheeks. That was… intimate. And Dean had no idea how to deal with it. “Yeah,” he said. “It is good.” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck as he looked literally anywhere but Gabriel’s face.

Dean chuckled awkwardly, completely unsure of where the hell he was supposed to go from there. Gabriel was blushing all the way up to the tip of his ears, and Dean knew he probably wasn’t much better off. And they still had another thirty minutes before the pie would be ready to come out of the oven. 

Gabriel looked around for anything he could do to not be laid down in awkward town, and jumped at the chance to clean up. Anything to relieve the tension. He was normally a lot smoother than this, but there was something about Dean that made him nervous.

Dean bit back a laugh, trying and failing not to smile at the archangel covered in white flour. “It ain’t that bad,” he said, grabbing a mostly clean dishrag and walking over to Gabriel. Apparently being anywhere in the angel’s vicinity meant that Dean’s brain just stopped working properly.

Yep. Gabriel’s brain totally flatlined as he looked up at Dean. He must have looked like a beet red toddler next to this Adonis of a man. He realized he wasn’t breathing, and reminded his body that his vessel did in fact need oxygen. With his brain stuttering the way it was, it never occurred to him that he could clean everything with a snap of his fingers. 

Dean wasn’t going to ask about the horse. He definitely wasn’t going to ask about the goat. The thing was, if he had any questions about it, he couldn’t think of them at that moment. Not with the way Gabriel’s honey eyes had gone ridiculously wide.

Time felt like it slowed down, and for an angel? It very well might have. He felt the fingers lacing through his hair, felt himself melt into the touch. Dammit, Gabriel, you’re better than this. Soon enough, he felt Dean’s full lips press against his, and every thought he might have had at that point flew out of his mind. 

It was purely habitual. Dean didn’t even think about it,  at least not until Gabriel’s finger was in his mouth. He looked up into golden eyes and his heart thudded in his chest and he pulled away, feeling the deep burn of a crimson blush on his cheeks. That was… intimate. And Dean had no idea how to deal with it. “Yeah,” he said. “It is good.” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck as he looked literally anywhere but Gabriel’s face.

Dean chuckled awkwardly, completely unsure of where the hell he was supposed to go from there. Gabriel was blushing all the way up to the tip of his ears, and Dean knew he probably wasn’t much better off. And they still had another thirty minutes before the pie would be ready to come out of the oven. 

Gabriel looked around for anything he could do to not be laid down in awkward town, and jumped at the chance to clean up. Anything to relieve the tension. He was normally a lot smoother than this, but there was something about Dean that made him nervous.

Dean bit back a laugh, trying and failing not to smile at the archangel covered in white flour. “It ain’t that bad,” he said, grabbing a mostly clean dishrag and walking over to Gabriel. Apparently being anywhere in the angel’s vicinity meant that Dean’s brain just stopped working properly.

Yep. Gabriel’s brain totally flatlined as he looked up at Dean. He must have looked like a beet red toddler next to this Adonis of a man. He realized he wasn’t breathing, and reminded his body that his vessel did in fact need oxygen. With his brain stuttering the way it was, it never occurred to him that he could clean everything with a snap of his fingers. 

It was purely habitual. Dean didn’t even think about it,  at least not until Gabriel’s finger was in his mouth. He looked up into golden eyes and his heart thudded in his chest and he pulled away, feeling the deep burn of a crimson blush on his cheeks. That was… intimate. And Dean had no idea how to deal with it. “Yeah,” he said. “It is good.” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck as he looked literally anywhere but Gabriel’s face.

Dean chuckled awkwardly, completely unsure of where the hell he was supposed to go from there. Gabriel was blushing all the way up to the tip of his ears, and Dean knew he probably wasn’t much better off. And they still had another thirty minutes before the pie would be ready to come out of the oven. 

Gabriel looked around for anything he could do to not be laid down in awkward town, and jumped at the chance to clean up. Anything to relieve the tension. He was normally a lot smoother than this, but there was something about Dean that made him nervous.

It was purely habitual. Dean didn’t even think about it,  at least not until Gabriel’s finger was in his mouth. He looked up into golden eyes and his heart thudded in his chest and he pulled away, feeling the deep burn of a crimson blush on his cheeks. That was… intimate. And Dean had no idea how to deal with it. “Yeah,” he said. “It is good.” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck as he looked literally anywhere but Gabriel’s face.

Dean watched Gabriel, watched the emotions playing across his face and the shame that he tried to hide in his golden eyes. It was entirely too familiar, if Dean was honest with himself. Gabriel was right; they were a lot more alike than people might see from the outside.

“No chick flick moments,” Dean said, shoving Gabriel gently and smiling. It was different, Dean being the one to comfort people. Usually, that was Sam’s purview. But Sam wasn’t there. So, Dean was doing his best. And it seemed to be helping. Gabriel was smiling now, at least. And, to Dean’s surprise, he felt less exhausted then he had when he got home.

Dean raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Gabriel with a smirk. “Is there such a thing when it comes to pie?” It had been a long time since Dean had been able to share the kitchen with anyone like this. Castiel, of course, didn’t eat. And Sam was hopeless. He could burn water.

Dean watched Gabriel, watched the emotions playing across his face and the shame that he tried to hide in his golden eyes. It was entirely too familiar, if Dean was honest with himself. Gabriel was right; they were a lot more alike than people might see from the outside.

“No chick flick moments,” Dean said, shoving Gabriel gently and smiling. It was different, Dean being the one to comfort people. Usually, that was Sam’s purview. But Sam wasn’t there. So, Dean was doing his best. And it seemed to be helping. Gabriel was smiling now, at least. And, to Dean’s surprise, he felt less exhausted then he had when he got home.

Dean watched Gabriel, watched the emotions playing across his face and the shame that he tried to hide in his golden eyes. It was entirely too familiar, if Dean was honest with himself. Gabriel was right; they were a lot more alike than people might see from the outside.

“No chick flick moments,” Dean said, shoving Gabriel gently and smiling. It was different, Dean being the one to comfort people. Usually, that was Sam’s purview. But Sam wasn’t there. So, Dean was doing his best. And it seemed to be helping. Gabriel was smiling now, at least. And, to Dean’s surprise, he felt less exhausted then he had when he got home.

Dean watched Gabriel, watched the emotions playing across his face and the shame that he tried to hide in his golden eyes. It was entirely too familiar, if Dean was honest with himself. Gabriel was right; they were a lot more alike than people might see from the outside.

That Was My Pie

Gabriel had just finished closing his mouth around the fork when Dean walked in. He froze, as if facing down a T-Rex, like if he didn’t move Dean wouldn’t see him. After a moment, he swallowed the pie and blinked at the hunter. “I didn’t see your name on it, Dean-o.” He totally saw his name on it. But, of course, once a trickster, always a trickster. 

“There better still be beer in my fridge,” Dean grumbled, swooping past Gabriel and opening the door to see that the archangel hadn’t drunk all of his beer. Thank… well, someone. Sighing, he pulled out a bottle and popped the top off on the edge of the counter before reluctantly joining Gabriel.

Dean snorted. “Fucking witches, man,” he said around another bite of pie. “I lost my favorite flannel to some goopy shit I couldn’t get rid of. I hate witches.” He continued to chew his pie as he watched Gabriel pop open a beer. Something wasn’t quite right with the archangel, and before all the apocalypse world bullshit, Dean probably wouldn’t have cared. But Gabe had really put his ass on the line for them with Michael, and he’d kind of grown on the elder Winchester.

“Welcome to the family,” Dean said, shrugging. He wasn’t exactly the greatest at this whole heart-to-heart thing, but he knew exactly–well, maybe not exactly–how Gabriel felt. He had been dead a number of times, and he’d seen and lived with every person he’d ever cared about dying. In some cases, multiple times. 

“Look, you gotta take that part up with Sammy,” Dean said with a smile. “I don’t remember it.” He set the empty pie tin down on the counter and looked over at Gabriel. “I mean that first time we ran into you. You were doing the whole just desserts thing. Candy and strippers and shit.”

Gabriel cracked the bottle open and took a thoughtful sip from it. Well shit. If Dean Winchester could learn to be happy with himself, why couldn’t he? He looked down at the ground in something akin to shame. “You know, bucko? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re not that different. No one hates you more than you do, and no one hates me more than me ... and maybe Loki, but who’s keeping score anymore?”

That Was My Pie

Gabriel had just finished closing his mouth around the fork when Dean walked in. He froze, as if facing down a T-Rex, like if he didn’t move Dean wouldn’t see him. After a moment, he swallowed the pie and blinked at the hunter. “I didn’t see your name on it, Dean-o.” He totally saw his name on it. But, of course, once a trickster, always a trickster. 

“There better still be beer in my fridge,” Dean grumbled, swooping past Gabriel and opening the door to see that the archangel hadn’t drunk all of his beer. Thank… well, someone. Sighing, he pulled out a bottle and popped the top off on the edge of the counter before reluctantly joining Gabriel.

Dean snorted. “Fucking witches, man,” he said around another bite of pie. “I lost my favorite flannel to some goopy shit I couldn’t get rid of. I hate witches.” He continued to chew his pie as he watched Gabriel pop open a beer. Something wasn’t quite right with the archangel, and before all the apocalypse world bullshit, Dean probably wouldn’t have cared. But Gabe had really put his ass on the line for them with Michael, and he’d kind of grown on the elder Winchester.

“Welcome to the family,” Dean said, shrugging. He wasn’t exactly the greatest at this whole heart-to-heart thing, but he knew exactly–well, maybe not exactly–how Gabriel felt. He had been dead a number of times, and he’d seen and lived with every person he’d ever cared about dying. In some cases, multiple times. 

“Look, you gotta take that part up with Sammy,” Dean said with a smile. “I don’t remember it.” He set the empty pie tin down on the counter and looked over at Gabriel. “I mean that first time we ran into you. You were doing the whole just desserts thing. Candy and strippers and shit.”

That Was My Pie

Gabriel had just finished closing his mouth around the fork when Dean walked in. He froze, as if facing down a T-Rex, like if he didn’t move Dean wouldn’t see him. After a moment, he swallowed the pie and blinked at the hunter. “I didn’t see your name on it, Dean-o.” He totally saw his name on it. But, of course, once a trickster, always a trickster. 

“There better still be beer in my fridge,” Dean grumbled, swooping past Gabriel and opening the door to see that the archangel hadn’t drunk all of his beer. Thank… well, someone. Sighing, he pulled out a bottle and popped the top off on the edge of the counter before reluctantly joining Gabriel.

Dean snorted. “Fucking witches, man,” he said around another bite of pie. “I lost my favorite flannel to some goopy shit I couldn’t get rid of. I hate witches.” He continued to chew his pie as he watched Gabriel pop open a beer. Something wasn’t quite right with the archangel, and before all the apocalypse world bullshit, Dean probably wouldn’t have cared. But Gabe had really put his ass on the line for them with Michael, and he’d kind of grown on the elder Winchester.

“Welcome to the family,” Dean said, shrugging. He wasn’t exactly the greatest at this whole heart-to-heart thing, but he knew exactly–well, maybe not exactly–how Gabriel felt. He had been dead a number of times, and he’d seen and lived with every person he’d ever cared about dying. In some cases, multiple times. 

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        “    Me? Jealous? You got the wrong archangel dear brother.”