Special Sauce (Destiel)

Chapter Eleven

"What did the witnesses say?" Dean heard Sam say, and he frowned. He walked quietly into the room, doing his best to stay silent. They were standing in the war room, papers strewn over the table. Sam was leaning over it, his hands planted on the surface.
"They were very distressed, and intoxicated. I'm not sure that their statements are completely trustworthy," Cas tried to explain, but Sam sighed. Dean could tell, even though he couldn't see his face, that Sam was getting frustrated.
"Okay, but what were their statements?"

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean interrupted. Sam looked guilty, and he narrowed his eyes at Cas.
"Dean, you're looking well," Cas greeted him, and Dean held up a hand.
"Can it, sweetcheeks," he said, sternly, and turned his attention back to his brother. "Are you hunting? Without me?" Sam cringed.
"We didn't want to bother you," he tried. Dean looked at Cas.
"You in on this?" he asked him, and the angel raised an eyebrow at him.

"Dean," he began, and the hunter knew there was a lecture coming.
"Don't start," he interrupted him. "What, you thought you'd just go hunting without me? Leave the cripple at home? I don't think so!" Cas' jaw clenched.
"Dean, you're not crippled," Sam tried, but Dean wasn't listening anymore.
"You think that just because I'm pregnant I can't do anything anymore? That's bullshit!"

A crack of thunder sounded outside, loud enough to rattle the chairs around them. The brothers froze, and Sam grabbed his knife - ready. "Dean," a loud, deep voice said. The boys looked at Castiel, who was staring right at Dean. His eyes were glowing blue, and the lights flickered around him. Sam's hand clenched around the handle of the blade, still wary. As quickly as the commotion started, it stopped again when Dean paid attention. Cas' eyes faded to their normal shade of blue, and the rain stopped. The bunker was silent. The brothers were silent. Cas spoke, eventually. "I will not have you belittling our children," he said sombrely, and walked away.

They didn't say anything, then Dean looked at Sam guiltily. "That's not what I was saying, you know that, right?" He put a hand over his stomach gently. It came naturally to him now.
"I don't think it's me you need to be apologising to, Dean," he said, without malice, and left the room. Dean sat down.

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Sam walked through the halls of the bunker, aimlessly, and ended up in the kitchen. He turned on the coffee machine, and noticed Gabriel sitting at the table. He was making a three tiered cake. "Heard the thunder," he commented absently. He didn't look at Sam. "What'd he do?"
"Who?"
"Dean, obviously," he snorted, "How'd make Cassie go full angel? Fighting or freaky times?" Sam frowned at him, and Gabriel looked back. A smile lingered on his face. "Or both..?"
"Fighting," Sam said, grimacing at the thought of his brother and his friend having sex.

"Too bad," Gabriel laughed, and returned his attention to icing the cake. "I would have congratulated him if it was the other thing". Sam frowned slightly at him. Gabriel's sleeves were rolled up because, unlike Castiel, he seemed to know how clothes worked. The table was covered in flour, spilled milk, and stray sprinkles. But Gabriel was clean, not a spot on his clothes. Sam realised that he probably wouldn't get dirty unless he decided to. He had the piping bag in hand, and was carefully decorating the outside of the bottom tier.

Sam looked at his hands, which were holding the bag gently. They were perfectly steady, and he didn't seem to be running out of icing no matter how much he used. The coffee machine beeped, and Sam turned to make himself some. "Coffee?" he offered, and Gabriel pretended to gag.
"Yuck, no," he laughed. "It's almost as bitter as your brother, about me being here". Sam decided to ignore that.
"Is this what you do all day?" he asked, "Make a mess of the table?" Gabriel smirked at him.
"Well, it's not all I make a mess of". Sam wondered if it took a lot of practice to fit that much innuendo into one sentence, or if it was something you were born with. Like webbed toes.

"Have you ever gone 'full angel'?" he heard himself ask, and Gabriel froze for a second. Then he kept icing.
"What do you mean?" he played dumb.
"You said before, 'Fighting or freaky times'. Have you ever gone full angel?" Gabriel didn't answer for awhile, and Sam started to wonder if he should just drop it.
"Once," he finally said.
"Because of... you know?" Sam asked. He didn't want to say 'freaky times' again. How ridiculous.
"No, Sam". The hunter swallowed, but his mouth was dry. He stepped forward and laid a hand on Gabriel's back.
"Have you ever tried?" he asked quietly. He didn't know what the hell he was doing, but he could blame it on his lack of sleep. Gabriel was tense under his hand, but he leaned into it.
"No," he admitted, and Sam didn't even see his next question coming.
"Do you want to?"

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Dean walked slowly towards his room and hoped to, well anyone, that Cas was there. He was. Castiel was sitting on their double bed, reading silently. 'The Great Gatsby'. Dean sighed. He didn't bother being quiet, because he already knew Cas was aware of him. "Looking for something new?" he asked, referencing the book. Cas turned a page, still silent. He sat down on the bed next to him.

"Cas," he tried, but the angel interrupted him.
"Do you truly believe that I have incapacitated you?" he asked, putting the book away. Dean's facade crumpled.
"No," he said, desperately. "Cas, I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't mean what I said, and I didn't mean to hurt you". He put his hand on Castiel's knee, a comfort, but the angel did nothing.
"Why did you say it, Dean?"

"I thought that you guys were hunting without me, because you didn't need me anymore," he explained, clearly. He marvelled at the fact that he could. He was so comfortable with Cas. He could be so open, he could talk to him about anything. He had come so far.
"Dean, I only didn't tell you about the hunt because I knew you would want to come with us. And I don't want you to," he told him. "Not after what happened," he tacked on, sadly.

'What Happened', of course, referred to his accident. He was thankful that Gabriel had healed him. "I know, Cas. I understand". An idea struck him, "But don't keep me out of the loop. Just 'cause I can't hunt, doesn't mean I'm useless, I can be on desk duty. I can be your Man in Havana," he smiled. Cas didn't understand it, but he smiled.

"You're not useless, Dean. You're 'something extraordinary and beautiful and simple and intricately patterned.' You're mine," he covered Dean's hand with his own.

A/N: Okay well there you go