Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

“Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though”

Gabriel sang out loud as he thought no one was around. He absolutely loved this song, and played it as loud as he could, especially when no one was around.

“Who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
No liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
You shoulda' seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I was the king of this hologram
Where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
Memories tend to just pop up
Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves
Five-thousand people with designer drugs
Don't think I'll ever get enough (don't think I'll ever get enough)”

Gabe began to sway and dance as the buildup to the chorus began. He had loved Panic! At The Disco for as long as the band had been around. He had never told anyone, though, because of the harsh stereotyping that came with liking any band like it. Gabriel almost frowned at that thought, but he didn't stay down about it for long.

“Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm”

Gabriel belted out all the notes, nearly yelling, and hit them all perfectly.

“The night is heating up,

Raise hell and-”

“Hey Gabri- uhh am I interrupting something?” Dean asked, barely keeping from laughing. Gabriel winced at the sound, thinking for sure Dean was going to make fun of him. So, naturally, he did what most people wish they could do. He disappeared.

“What was that all about? De- uh Dean? Earth to Dean Winchester. You okay?” Sam asked as he walked into the room. Dean, lost in his own thoughts, didn't even notice him. “Damn… he hit those notes spot on…” Dean whispered in awe.

Out of the blue, Cas appeared. “Gabriel! Are you alright brother?!” He called out. “It’s alright babe,” Sam laughed “Dean just interrupted him.” “Oh, I didn’t know my brother did that type of thing.” “Not that!” Dean shouted, his blush very nearly visible. “He was listening to music.” “Hm. I didn’t know he enjoyed that either.” Cas mused. “Oh well” Sam sighed. “Let’s leave them to their business, eh Cas?” “Okay.” The two walked out, linked arm in arm.

‘Huh’ Dean thought, ‘Is it weird that I’m jealous of Sammy? I mean, I don’t like Cas or anything, but I feel like Sam has something I don’t.’ Dean, instead of continuing with his train of thought, opted to put some headphones on and listen to his favorite band, Breaking Benjamin. More specifically, Dance With the Devil. He had always found it ironic that this was his favorite song, and he had no doubt that anyone who heard him listening to it would think so too.

Offhandedly, after he had finished dancing, well, more like headbanging to the chorus, he wondered where Gabe had gone off to. He also wondered why the angel kept popping into his head. Pushing both of those thoughts aside, he continued to enjoy himself without a care in the world.

-The Next Day-

“Hey Cas, have you seen Gabe around?” Sam asked his lover, slightly concerned.

“No, Sam, as a matter of fact, I haven’t. Why do you ask?” Castiel turned his head quizzically.

“Well, I was just thinking, we haven’t seen or heard from him since Dean walked in on him, and Dean has been acting a little…” Sam hesitated, racking his brain for an adjective to describe his brother’s actions as of late. “Strange… lately, you know?” Strange was most likely an understatement for Dean’s habits since yesterday. He hadn’t been acting anywhere near normal, and for a hunter, even acting normal really isn’t all that normal. So it was really out of the ordinary. Dean hadn’t been out of his room in hours, and the only time he came out was when he needed food. It was either that, or he restlessly paced the hallways, obviously worried about something.