Family Don't End With Blood /Destiel//Sabriel//Michifer

Ships are Sailing

"I'm just saying. There's no way The Black Widow could beat Dr. Strange in a fight."

Gabriel was sat on the table in the canteen, lollipop twirling in his hand, having what was know as a 'Weekly Wednesday argument' with Charlie.  Something that was never a good idea but, somehow, almost always happened. 

"She absolutely could!" The redhead retorted.

"I'm with Charlie," Sam agreed, "Sorry, Gabe."

"But Dr. Strange has super powers."

"Hold on," Balthazar interrupted from across the table, "I think the more important question at hand is: did Sam just call my brother babe?"

Sam nearly choked on his drink.

"Yeah," Gabriel teased, "Samsquash called me babe, we're a thing now. Problem?"

"I didn't!" Sam had recovered himself enough to speak.  "I called him Gabe. And we are not dating!" He added, glaring at the Novak to hide his growing blush.

"Awww, the Sabriel is just too cute!"  Charlie had completely forgotten about the argument, now holding on to Kevin's arm in an attempt to remain as calm as possible in the given situation. It had only been two weeks since school had started and she was absolutely determined to get her new ships sailing.

"I need them to be canon by the end of the month," Charlie announced, "I'm looking at you too, Destiel."

Dean and Cas, who were squeezed so close together that they were practically sitting on top of each other, turned to look at Charlie across the table, who through them a devilish wink.

~~

"Do you think we should tell her?" Dean watched Cas move around his room, looking through what little possessions he'd acquired over the course of his life.

Cas knew exactly what he meant, remembering Charlie's elaborate scheming at the lunch table. "I don't know," he mused, moving to join Dean on the bed.  "It's sort of fun watching her try to get us together, seeing as we are already are."

Dean hummed in agreement, snaking his arms around the Novak's waist.  "I kind of want people to know though, you know?"

"We've barley been together a week, Dean."

"Your point?"

Cas pursed his lips.  "I'm not entirely sure I have one."

A loud bang erupted from outside, followed by a moment of complete silence. 

Dean was at the window in seconds.  "Sammy?  Elsa?"

The sudden sound of laugher shattered the stillness, echoing from the scrap yard below and guiding Dean's now less-panicked eyes.  He spotted his siblings near the end of the yard, standing by an old, blue Ford pickup truck, whose open hood was giving off an insane amount of smoke.

"What the hell are those two idiots doing now?" Dean muttered, watching as Sam tried to wave the smoke away with his hands, Elsa attempting to assist through fits of giggles: both of their faces ashen with dirt.

Dean rolled his eyes and turned to Cas.  "This is what happens when Bobby goes out."

"Dean?" The Novak had his head tilted to the side, his eyes narrowed slightly in a gaze that was both adorable and unnerving.

"Yeah?"

"If Bobby is your father, why do you always call him by his first name?"

Dean faltered.  "I don't know," he waved it off, "I've always done it."