Title: Of Brothers & Lovers
Pairings: Dean/Cas, Sam/Gabriel, Adam/Ruby & Others
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: When his brother Adam's girlfriend ends up being sister to the man Dean basically stalks, Dean knows this must be a sign. Now that he has an excuse to be near Castiel things could be perfect if not for Gabriel & Sam, who just won't go away.
Warning: SLASH. Don't like? DON'T READ.
"Dude, just how many books are there in this series?" Dean asked, trying to juggle his handful of books and navigate down to Sam's Prius. He would have preferred to be in his own Impala, but he'd lost Gabriel's card with the address, and so Sam was driving, and Dean refused to let Sam behind the wheel of his baby.
"So far? Sixteen." Sam responded, juggling his own handful. "There's different cover versions for the first four books though, depending on if you're getting the ones printed before or after the movie franchise took off."
Dean went still. "Movie franchise?"
"Dude, I can't believe you haven't heard of Paradise of the Fallen
." Sam shook his head. "The first four books, which deal on the eldest brother Michael and his struggles with not only taking care of his family but helping everyone fit in with humans and develop human relations with those around them, were made into hit movies."
Dean shook his head, unable to believe this.
Sure, science fiction or fantasy really weren't his thing so even if he'd seen the commercials for the movies he would have ignored them or flipped the channel. But now?
Now he was going to have to visit Blockbuster.
At least he wouldn't have to read the books because damn, those things were thick!
"The next four books deal with Lucifer, the second born. And it's cool because unlike in the bible version where Lucifer is evil and causes a third of heaven to fall, in this version Lucifer is friggin nice, if not very proper, and he decides to leave heaven to be with his family, not because of his being a sinner or anything." Sam continued to prattle on, somehow managing to open the trunk and carefully put the books in the large box waiting for him there. "But it's harder for Lucifer because he really didn't want to leave, and he doesn't like humans much, thinking them inferior to him. He starts to change his thoughts after Michael marries Amelia and has Claire, but it still takes his own four books for Lucifer to finally realize he likes living with humans, and is in love with the woman he works with, whom he ends up moving in with."
Cas was apparently very much a romantic.
"Let me guess, Gabriel is the Angel in the next four books?" Dean chuckled, shaking his head as he too unloaded his arms of the fuckload of books.
"Nah, we all expected that, but Gabriel disappears and instead Raphael is the hero of the next four books." Sam shook his head, closing the trunk and heading around the car to the front, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his keys. "Raphael and Castiel work together to try and find Gabriel and what has happened to him, and they realize that they aren't the only group of angels who have defected from heaven to live amongst the humans."
Dean looked up at that. "Castiel is in that one?"
"Well, he's in all of them, but he was more of a background character. Cas writes under the name Jimmy Milton, so he can get away with writing himself as a character and no one knows." Sam explained as they slid into the Prius and he started the ignition, easing out into the street. "Castiel returns home to help Ananchel, the youngest sister, when she gets injured, but Raphael continues on the search of what has happened to Gabriel. He meets up with a nephilim named Ava, and together they realize that Gabriel is being held by Purists-or the Unfallen Angels."
"Wait, what's a nephilim?" Dean made a face, surprised because while he didn't like fantasy or sci fi, this was actually kinda interesting.
"The child of a human and an angel."
Dean blinked. "Angels can...you know?"
"These angels can." Sam grinned, taking a corner.
Dean raised an eyebrow, wondering if his brother was reading erotic paranormal novels.
But that would mean Castiel was writing erotic paranormal novels.
And that would also means Castiel was straight.
Then again, the fact that all the couples were straight in the story was depressingly pointing in that direction.
"So they find and free Gabriel and end up together?" Dean looked out of the window.
"No, when they get there Gabriel had already managed to escape the Purists and they get captured instead." Sam shook his head, easing into a stop at a red light. "Raphael gets his wings sliced off, protecting Ava, and that makes him more human than angel. Just as they're going to do the same to Ava, Gabriel, Michael, and Lucifer storm the place and beat the shit out of the Purists, sending them back to heaven. Raphael survives, but he's always going to be weaker than the others, and his back is scarred. An angel is meant to always have wings, and not having them leave him in a depression that nearly destroys him. But Ava slaps him up a bit and sets him straight, and in the end they get engaged."
"Azrael is the main angel of the next four books, and he's hopelessly in love with Jess Moore." Sam continued on. "Even before he rebelled and Fell he was in love with her, but she was a bit younger than him, and she was somewhat wild, and way too gutsy. Azrael tries to be the sort of human he sees her going out with, but he's completely terrible at it and can't keep down his liquor and actually accidentally starts a blood feud between his family and a local lycan pack while drunk. So now not only are the angels having to deal with being human and hiding what they are, but they're enemies with lycans, and there are some incredibly detailed fighting scenes."
"What are lycans?" Dean asked, feeling more and more ignorant by the moment and glad that Sam was giving him the rundown now that they were alone. He wouldn't want Cas seeing how completely ignorant of these things he was.
"Werewovles." Sam explained, honking at the person who'd cut in front of him. "Look there you're driving you idiot!"
Dean ignored his little outburst. "So what happens?"
"They realize that they have an enemy in common when the Purists attack the lycan pack, trying to eradicate the 'halfblooded beasts', and Raphael and his family help them. Together they learn to work as one, and drive the Purists back and out of earth, and Gabriel sacrifices himself in an old ritual that banishing the Purists from touching earth for a hundred years." Sam explained, a frown on his face. "Before he died, the daughter of the lycan pack, Madison, admitted to being attracted to him and him to her, so since Castiel said he'd bringing Gabriel back, he'll probably pair him up with her."
Dean shifted a look in his brother's direction. "You don't seem too happy with that."
"I'm not." Sam replied quickly. "I have always loved the pairings Castiel wrote, but from the moment this Madison came onto the scene I detested her, and while Gabriel might be an arrogant and annoying little guy, he's actually my favorite character. I think Castiel will ruin the next books if he puts Trickster with Madison. And most of the fans feel the same way. They don't think Madison is a good match for him, if anything..."
Dean raised an eyebrow at the hesitation. "If anything what?"
Sam cleared his throat, eyes in front of him. "Well, from what I've read on fan forums and fan fictions and such, everyone thinks Gabriel should end up with a guy."
Dean blinked. "They're for a homosexual relationship?"
Sam grinned. "You'd be surprised. The fandom is actually filled with angelcest then the actual cannon pairings-despite everyone loving the pairings in the books."
"Angelcest." Dean didn't need Sam to explain that term to him. "Sammy, what exactly are you reading?"
Sam cleared his throat once more. "Here we are."
Dean looked up, forgetting the suspicion that'd sparked in him.
He cleared his throat and checked himself in the mirror.
Castiel growled, erasing four full paragraphs with vengeance.
Gabriel looked up from where he was fixing something on the shelf. "The writer's block still there?"
Castiel nodded, finally lowering the lid of his laptop closed. He rubbed his fingers over his tired eyelids, groaning. "I do not understand why this is happening to me. With the previous books the stories came so easily and rapidly I hardly slept or ate because I was scared that if I stopped writing I'd stop getting inspired."
"Maybe it's the new movie contract that has you in a bind?" Gabriel reached his side and collapsed on a chair, playing with a plastic chicken. "I mean, Lucifer wasn't very happy with having his and Jo's names in the books, much less the movies."
"Jo is ecstatic about the next four books becoming movies." Cas admitted, smiling slightly as he remembered her enthusiasm at the news. "She keeps wondering who will play her."
"I'm thinking Gwyneth Paltrow." Gabriel admitted, pointing the plastic chicken at his younger brother. "Or maybe Amber Heard."
"Those are very different actresses." Cas noted in amusement. "The castings director actually told me that Elisha Cuthbert has auditioned for the role and so far she's the most promising."
"That's perfect." Gabriel grinned. "Jo hates Elisha Cuthbert."
Cas chuckled, shaking his head. "At least she likes Chris Evans."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot that he played Luc in the first four movies." Gabriel nodded, before his gaze went to the closed laptop. "So Cassy, what's giving you so much trouble with my story, huh? I mean, I'm amazing, you'd think that you'd be more inspired than ever."
"I don't know." Cas admitted, leaning back hard on the seat and reaching for the coffee Gabriel had brought him before but had remained untouched. "I know what I'm supposed to be writing, but it doesn't feel right."
"You sure the problem isn't really author's block, but the fact that Dean has you all twitterpated?" Gabriel chuckled, proving that he shouldn't be allowed to watch all those disney cartoons with Claire.
Cas glared at his brother. "I'm not twitterpated."
"But you think he's hot. You're attracted." Gabriel leaned over the table, expression daring Cas to deny those words.
"He's...very good looking, yes." Cas could feel the blush rising from his neck and he hated it.
He was a grown man for fucks sake!
He shouldn't be-blushing-over a guy he'd just met last night!
Especially since a guy like Dean Winchester was 'all man' and probably had fifty girls at his beck and call.
Cas refused to go through the same thing he had with Luthor.
"Only good looking. Nothing more." Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Cas, you two were playing that annoyingly girly 'I'll-look-at-him-when-he's-not-looking-a
t-me' game all last night!"
"We were not." Cas denied before pausing, eyeing his brother curiously. "Were we?"
"Does Sam's big ass hands make you curious to see if the whole hand-size myth is real?" Gabe shot back. "Because, if it is, it's really unfair."
Cas blinked for a moment, a little confused as to how they'd gone from twitterpated to hand/penis sizes.
"I myself like to believe that its only a myth, since I'm no freakin' giant but I've never gotten any complaint about Mr. Trickster-but everything else on that kid is huge and its making me curious." Gabriel pulled out a lollipop from his pocket and unwrapped it, expression pensive.
Cas didn't like it when Gabe got that expression on his face.
Nothing good ever happened when it did.
"Gabriel." He spoke slow and low, trying to convey just how serious he was right now. "You will not orchestrate some prank with the purpose of getting Samuel Winchester to pull down his pants."
"I just want a peek." His older brother replied, as if this solved any moral debate they might have over the issue.
Cas shook his head, trying to remember why exactly he preferred to hang out with Gabriel. "You do remember that you're straight, right?"
Gabe scoffed. "I was in the pokey for six months, Cassy. Prison changes you."
Cas went still, worried, a question he'd never thought before horrifying him. "Were you-?"
"Do not finish that question. Ever. Not even in your head." Gabe glared at him, indignant. "I may not be...very tall...but I am the Trickster." He then grinned a filthy grin. "Some of the inmates might have been confused at the beginning, but by the time I was let out everyone knew that I didn't put out...but I sure as hell could give them a good time if they did."
Cas just stared at him lecherously grinning brother, the man obviously remembering his time in prison with smug satisfaction.
He'd been a fool to ever worry about Gabe.
"Does Madison know this?" Castiel asked, desperate to scrub his brains out of the image of his brother being the prison pimp.
Gabriel sighed, smile fading. "Things with Madison-I don't think you should write her character and mine ending up together-that's all I'm going to say about the matter."
Cas frowned, wanting to push and ask what in the world was going on in their relationship that would have Gabe say that, but he knew his brother and knew not to pry. When the time was right and Gabriel felt like sharing, he would, and Castiel would be there to listen to him and hopefully give him good advice-although knowing Gabriel he probably wouldn't listen to the advice anyway.
The sound of the bell above the door jingling caused them to look up.
Sam stood in the doorway, holding a box of books, grinning with slight embarrassment. "Hello."
"Sammy." Gabriel grinned, standing up. "Come on in big guy, where's your brother?"
"He's behind the mountain." Dean's voice announced from somewhere behind Sam.
Cas bit on his bottom lip, amused.
Sam didn't look amused, and yet just sighed and rolled his eyes. "I brought all the books." He walked further inside, giving Dean the space he needed to slip out from behind him and enter as well.
"Hey Gabe." Dean nodded to the shortest of the men and then his eyes found Cas' and he smiled, shucking his hands in his jeans pockets. "Hey Cas, how's the writing coming along?"
Telling himself to calm down and just be friendly, Cas returned the smile, though his was a little tired. "It isn't."
"How come?" Dean asked, stalking towards him and hesitating before sitting down on the chair that Gabriel had vacated.
"I had a plot planned out for the next four books, but I'm beginning to realize that I don't have the inspiration to actually write it." Cas sent a little glance in Sam and Gabriel's direction, realizing that his brother had placed the box of books on the counter and was now showing the younger Winchester around the shop.
"Does that happen a lot?" Dean asked, curiously.
Cas' gaze returned to him, and he was pleased to see that Dean was seriously curious about the answer and not just being polite. "Not really. Not to me at least." He ran a hand over his hair. "I have a friend, Chuck, who writes as well. We usually edit each others rough drafts. He complains about this happening to him all the time, but its the first time I've ever come face to face with the situation."
"Bummer." Dean frowned. "So you think you'll have to rewrite everything?"
"Oh thank god no." Cas shook his head. "I haven't even finished the first chapter, so basically there's not much to rewrite."
A slight awkward silence fell over them as they looked away from each other, not exactly sure what to say.
"So..." Dean cleared his throat. "Sammy tells me that the first four books became movies? How's was that experience? Who acted in them? Anyone known?"
"Eduardo Verastegui was cast as Michael, and Scarlet Johansson as Amelia." Cas replied. "And it was interesting, because I was on set as a consultant. They wanted to make sure that the characters would be true to my vision, and so I was able to tweak the scripts or lines that I thought weren't right. Eduardo and Scarlet were very professional and friendly and I enjoyed being able to work with them."
Dean was looking at him in awe.
Cas began to fidget, wondering if it sounded like he was boasting.
A lot of people complained about that.
Said that everything had gone to his head and that he liked showing off when all he really was doing was answering their questions.
He-he didn't want Dean to think he was some arrogant-.
"Dude." Dean shook his head. "You're awesome."
Castiel didn't know how to react to that.
He'd-he'd never been told that before.
"Uh..." He cleared his throat, ducking his gaze and hating himself even more when he felt that blush darkening on his skin. "Thank you."
When he finally got the courage to look up, Dean was smiling at him in a way that caused butterflies to make a mess of his stomach, and Castiel couldn't look away.
Dean's smile grew.
Cas' throat got very dry.
Suddenly a box of books plopped onto the table, jarring Cas and Dean, the author looking away, embarrassed at how his hormones had just-.
Shaking his head in disgust at himself, Cas took in a deep breath and smiled up at Sam after taking a quick peek in the box. "You really do have all the books."
"I'm a fan." Sam chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "Thanks again, for signing them. It probably is a bother and I'm being a fangirl like Dean likes to call it but-."
"No, not at all." Castiel shook his head, chuckling, as he reached in for the first book. "This might sound pompous but I love meeting with my fans and having conversations about what they liked about the books and what they didn't. It helps me remember that there are people out there who my writing reaches and it usually helps me write better."
"Here's a thought." Gabriel had that look on his face again, the one Castiel didn't trust. "Cas is having some trouble with writing the next part of the saga. He's having a writer's block. Maybe if he runs some things by you, you, as an obviously faithful reader, could help him sort out his thoughts and such."
Cas glared at his brother. "Sam is a busy man, I couldn't-."
"I wouldn't mind at all." Sam grinned, sitting down. "I actually would love to."
"Really?" Cas asked, surprised, not noticing the glare darkening Dean's face.
"Totally." Sam nodded. "And you don't have to worry about me blabbing any details out to anyone. I'm silent like a tomb."
"You don't want to push yourself on him." Dean mumbled. "If Castiel doesn't want-."
"No, no, if Sam doesn't mind then I have no problem." Cas suddenly smiled. "I'd love it actually."
Sam grinned at him.
Cas grinned back.
Dean's glare went dark.
And Gabe just surveyed his handy work, and smirked.