The One like a Hallmark (Destiel)

Chapter 3: I think I broke Gabriel

Cas (Dean has given up using his full name) showed him the guest room. It was up on the second floor, and Dean asked if he could have a minute alone. It was almost eight o'clock and John was bound to call any minute now, probably furious that Dean hadn't checked in yet. He couldn't stop thinking about what his father would think that he put a halt on the tour because he wanted to enjoy his time with the blue-eyed Shurley.

John only allowed the phone to ring two times before picking up. "How's the case going? You're not hurt, are you?" Dean rolled his eyes.

"I'm fine. There's a snowstorm outside and the phone connection was slow." Dean tried not to let his impatience show.

"Did you get any information on the case?" John asked.

Yes. There's nearly two feet of snow on the ground, it's been snowing heavily for twelve hours straight, and I was barely able to get baby out as far as I did. I was totally able to dig up new information. Dean thought sarcastically. "I'll have new information by tomorrow. Baby doesn't really like driving through the snow."

John hummed: a mixture of understanding and disappointment all laced together. It was the small things like this that Sam got so pissed at and Dean couldn't blame him. It was pretty aggravating but Dean knew John couldn't help it. Hunting was like waiting for the next episode of your favorite TV show to come out. You wait all day for it to start only to realize it's going on hiatus for a few weeks.

That, and Dean knew his father hated the thought of innocent people being in danger.

"Alright. Stay safe out there, Dean. Remember to check in with me tomorrow." John said, bringing the call to a close.

"Yes, sir." Only seconds after he spoke, the connection cut out. Dean pulled the phone away from his ear and gave the device an offended look. It wasn't until connection lost flashed across the screen that Dean realized it wasn't his father that had hung up on him. He could barely hear the faint murmur of a nearby power box going out, followed by everything simultaneously turning off.

"Goddammit!" A voice echoed from somewhere downstairs. Frowning, the hunter whipped out his flashlight and quickly opened the door, jogging down the stairs. Soon he found himself in the kitchen, accidentally shining the flashlight in Cas's face.

Dean's hunter instincts kicked in as he flashed the light around. It was similar to how they portray the protagonist's thoughts during a fight scene. He could practically see the glowing eyes of a shapeshifter before him or the dozens of sharp teeth that belonged to a vampire. Instead, Dean saw a very angry Gabriel glaring at the small TV placed on the counter.

"Are power outages normal up here?" Dean asked, turning to direct his question to the other brother.

"Sadly, yes. I hope that doesn't concern you too much." Cas gave the hunter an apologetic look.

"I've dealt with worse." Dean reassured. Cas squinted at him as if he didn't actually believe the hunter.

"How am I supposed to watch Casa Erotica now?!" Gabriel groaned sadly before giving Dean a weird look. "Do you always carry that big of a flashlight around with you?"

Dean was caught off guard by the question. "I guess?" He wasn't even going to acknowledge the first comment Gabriel made.

Cas started to rummage through the cabinets. "I don't believe we have much food that doesn't involve a stove to cook, and Gabriel didn't believe we needed a gas stove." He glared at the shorter man.

"It's not like we normally get company up here! How was I supposed to know that the one day we have someone over the power would go out?" Gabriel pointed out.

"Wouldn't you still get a gas stove just in case the outage lasted more than a night?" Dean asked. Cas gave Dean a distant but grim look.

"It has." The frozen nights of eating nothing but sugar and pure carbs would forever haunt Castiel. Even to Dean (though, Sam would argue otherwise) the thought of eating junk food for more than two days seemed disgusting to him.

"Awe, come on Cassie. It wasn't that bad." Dean couldn't tell if Gabriel was an idiot or unique. Probably both, it he were being nice.

"Maybe not to you. I actually prefer full meals over empty carbs." Cas argued back. Dean held back his smile; they both, in a way, reminded him of himself and Sam. They both had arguments over the smallest things, and yet they wouldn't change the other person for the world.

"I'm easy. I'll eat pretty much anything as long as it doesn't involve rabbit food as the main dish." Dean commented. "Though, I guess I'm not really a cake guy either. Their just fake, poor excuses for pie."

"I agree and disagree with you there, Deano." Gabriel said. "Whereas I agree with your dislike for what would be labeled as "healthy foods", I have to disagree with your statement on cake." Dean raised an eyebrow in question. "You see, cake can be magical if you let it be. Have you ever ate icing out of a can?"

"No."

"Then you're missing out, my dear stranger. Icing is what makes cake so magical that it's a shame that pie has kept you from such an experience." Gabriel explained. Dean was confused if this argument was over cake as a whole or just icing.

"How does that uphold your argument of cake being as good as pie?" Cas asked, adding his own input into the strange debate. "At this point you've, at the most, convinced Dean he should appreciate icing and not the cake itself."

Gabriel was silent for a minute, rethinking over what he said. "Maybe I've been underestimating cake." The shortest Shurly seemed truly blown away by his own statement.

Cas scooted over and leaned close to Dean so only the hunter could hear him. "I think you broke my brother." Gabriel sunk into one of the chairs surrounding a small table in the kitchen.

"Should I feel bad?" Dean asked, watching as Gabriel stared into nothing. Their house was literally pitch black and Dean was the only one with a light source at the moment. There was literally nothing he could be staring at besides the darkness.

"I'd understand if you felt the slightest bit of pride for a solid ten minutes before being concerned if he doesn't move anytime soon." Cas responded. They watched Gabriel for any signs of movement before giving up. "I believe there's some candles stored downstairs if you wouldn't mind leading the way?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Dean paused for a moment. "Are you sure he'll be fine up here alone?" Cas shrugged his shoulders.

"I doubt he'll notice we're gone." With that, Dean handed Cas his flashlight and followed the owner of the house downstairs.