Happy Hollandween

Blending In

If looks could kill, Dean’s scowl would’ve killed everyone in sight, “This is not what I meant when I said we needed to blend in.”

“Should’ve been more specific D-Boy,” Gabriel said. Cheery as ever while painting his mug. Dean looked at his own and rolled his eyes. He had painted it red and considered putting Baby on it, but figured it felt wrong to put her on a cheap mug.

“Don’t call me that,” Dean grumbled. Gabriel spun his mug around revealing it to be him and Gabriel. Gabriel looked carefree, and he looked miserable, “Kay Babe,” Gabriel quipped. Dean ignored it in favor of giving Gabriel credit, he nailed his misery.

Dean shook his head, “Just don’t refer to me.” Despite himself he felt his face redden and of course Gabriel noticed, “That one made you blush, didn’t it? You match this red paint.”

“Gabriel, shut up,” Dean said, pushing away his mug, praying for someone to put him out of his misery.

Gabriel shook his head, “Sorry, Babe, there’s only one way to shut me up.” Winking at Dean while blowing a kiss. And of course that was the moment Sam cleared his throat, “What are you two doing?”

“Blending in,” Gabriel said, barely suppressing any of his glee. Sam nodded, his confusion clearly painted on his face, “Okay… Um, sure.”

Dean frowned, “What are you doing here?”
“We tried calling you to tell you that we found the monster...but you never answered,” Sam said, pulling up his call log as proof. Dean patted his pockets, where the Hell was his phone? “We caught it and y’know… But we couldn’t get ahold of you or Gabriel.”

Dean looked up to see Gabriel looking incredibly amused, “You knew, didn’t you."
“Knew what?” Gabriel asked, feigning innocence. Sam shook out his hair, feeling quite like a third wheel. Maybe this is how Dean feels around him and Cas.

Dean crossed his arms, “Unbelievable. Did you steal my phone?”

Gabriel shrugged, “You said no distractions, phones are distractions. Besides, I did try telling you before we came in here,” He defended with a smile, “but I believe your exact words were, 'Shut your piehole, unless you have a plan to blend in I don’t want to hear it.' So, this one is on you. Babe.”

Sam let a chuckle slip out. Dean's death glare did not help him trying to keep in his laughter, “I’ll let you two finish, whatever this is.” Sam promised, “But first,” He snapped a photo of the two. Gabriel pulled Dean into an embrace, kissing him on the cheek.

It happened so fast Dean barely registered it at all; but Sam was grinning at his phone like a mad man. Dean pushed Gabriel away and tried standing up, “Sam! Delete that!”

“Oh, not in a million years, bye!” Sam said, running away.

Looking back at Gabriel who went back to painting his mug, smugly. “I hate all of you.” Dean muttered.

Resisting the urge to feel the spot Gabriel kissed Dean shut down all thoughts around the archangel and wanting the kiss to be elsewhere.

It was bad enough Sam was in love with an angel, he didn’t also need to be involved with one. Especially not Gabriel.

It meant nothing. Absolutely nothing that he stayed and finished painting his stupid mug. And it definitely meant nothing that it had golden trims and wings. Definitely nothing.