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There Can Be No Peace	By : TerraZeal Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-There Can Be No Peace
- 2-Chapter 2
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Author's Note: Starts off with Sam and Loki interaction. Cas and Dean have a dinner date. Death is now delivering pizza. More of a humorous chapter than the last. Not complete drivel, actual plot development, just added humor. No sex this time. Sorry to disappoint. Plenty of innuendo though. Loki REALLY loves pouring drinks on people.

There Can Be No Peace

Ch 2.

Sam drove the Impala back to the house, still dripping wet from Loki's pathetic ice water jokes. At least it was far better than being put in another timeloop, or a movie. Still, it didn't keep him from wanting to strangle the bastard. Sam had attempted to get rid of him with an angel banishing sigil, but it hadn't worked, so Loki had been telling the truth. He really wasn't Gabriel anymore, no longer an angel. Perhaps that would curb some of his dark humor, since angels seemed to be more bad than good, in Sam's view. But then...he'd read stories about Loki, and he was almost worse than angels. A wicked traitor and murderer. Gabriel, no, Loki, didn't seem to be too murderous now. Just annoying. Sam sighed.

"What now, big boy? Still mourning your lost love?" Sam almost growled and crashed the Impala. WHY wouldn't Loki leave him alone? He just wanted to go home now, and figure out what the hell to do now, without annoying tricksters pestering him. "Get out of my car, Loki. Before I make you." Sam didn't even bother looking at the trickster, knowing the jackass would only be smirking at him.

"MAKE me? Now, that sounds like fun. Say it again, only softer. MAKE me, Sam Winchester. I want you to make me..." Loki's drabble was cut short as Sam punched him, without taking his eyes off the road. He knew he'd made direct contact with the trickster's face. Blood trailed down Loki's nose. "I. Said. Get. Out. NOW!" He pulled the Impala over and got out, going round to the other side and dragging Loki out by the back of his shirt. "And don't you DARE teleport back in here. I'm asking Bobby for something to repel the likes of you. To keep you out of my car."

Loki managed a grin, though blood was still trickling down his face. "You don't like me, Sammy? I can be good you know. Very good..." He leaned in close to Sam's face, but stopped short of kissing him, as he had intended to do, when he saw the livid expression on his face. If he had continued, Sam would likely have killed him then and there, someway, somehow. Though pagan gods like himself reincarnated after so long, he still didn't want to die again. "Hmph. Fine. We'll play again some other time. You haven't seen the last of me, Sammy." He blew Sam a kiss and ducked the fist that was swinging at him. "Now, now...I know you like it rough, but later, buddy." Loki teleported back to the burger joint, intending to prank some of the patrons since he was out of luck with Sam for now.

Sam shook his head. That goddamn jackass. He and Bobby would have to vanquish him back to Scandinavia or where ever before he caused too much mayhem in Sam's hometown. He wished he had done more than bloody his nose a bit. The trickster deserved far more than that for what he had done to Sam and Dean in the past. Just the Groundhog Day bit had been enough for Sam to want to murder him violently. He got back in the Impala, thankfully Loki-free now, and headed home.

Bobby was eating some pizza he had found in the fridge when Sam finally returned. He raised an eyebrow at Sam, who was dripping wet. "What happened to you? Fall in a puddle?" Sam shook his head angrily and plopped the burger he had bought for Bobby on the table. "Gabriel happened. The jackass is here in town. Only he's not Gabriel anymore. He's just Loki. The Trickster pagan god. I even tried the angel banishing sigil and it didn't work. You got anything in your bag of tricks to get rid of a pagan god? Hey, where did you get the pizza? I bought you a burger, dude!"

Bobby shrugged. "It was in the fridge. It looked appetizing. I was hungry. Its great, by the way. You should try it." Bobby looked at the pizza thoughtfully, before telling Sam what else he'd found. "There was a note on the box. It was a gift from Death. He said to thank ya'll for putting shit back in order. Apparently he thinks pizza is an awesome gift for averting the apocalypse once again. Cheap jackoff." Bobby went back to eating the pizza. Sam laughed. "So Death's God's pizza delivery boy now? He really got demoted, huh?" Even though he'd tried eating a burger earlier, he hadn't been able to due to Loki's presence and constant dumping of ice water on his head, so he followed Bobby's suggestion and got some pizza out. He glanced around, looking for signs of the Trickster. At least the jackoff wouldn't ruin this meal. He took a bite of the pizza. Oh Lordy...it was heavenly. No wonder even Death loved it. "So, how about the pagan god banishing thing?" Sam wasn't about to let Death's pizza make him forget about Loki, and how badly he wanted him GONE.

Bobby shook his head. "I think we're out of luck here. The only real way I've found to get rid of them is to kill them. But they'll just come back, as you know. Pagan gods reincarnate after awhile once they're 'killed'. Best you'll have to do is kill him and hope he doesn't have a really short resurrection timer." Bobby bit into the pizza again.

"I'm sorry, a what? What's a resurrection timer?" Sam was confused. Clearly he hadn't played World of Warcraft, in which the rez timer was quite important, and didn't catch the joke. Bobby resisted the urge to roll his eyes once again. "I MEAN, kill him and hope he doesn't reincarnate any time soon. Thats the best we can do. Really though, if GOD did this, and punted him here, he's gotta be here for a reason, right? I don't think its just to douse you with cold water, either. You might want to hold off sticking a knife into him until we figure out what the hell he's doing here, besides getting you wet." Bobby returned to his pizza again, leaving Sam to think on that, and leaving him a bit irritated at the innuendo.

Dean and Castiel had gone out for dinner, Dean said it was his treat, since it was Cas's first time as a human, he wanted his first meal as a human with human senses to be special. Unfortunately, the small town didn't have that many great restaurants, so he had to settle for a nice Italian place that, while cheap, was still excellent, at least in Dean's memories. He got a few raised eyebrows when he entered the restaurant holding Cas's hand, but most people just ignored them. Dean was a bit embarrassed still. He was still kinda new to being openly homosexual, and some people weren't as accepting as others. Still, he didn't care what they thought. He squeezed Cas's hand. The former angel apparently hadn't noticed the odd looks or they just flew over his head, as some things seemed to do, since he was unfamiliar with humanity.

Once they'd been seated, Dean had looked over the menu and of course chose the most expensive thing on it. Some weird chicken with pasta meal. Whatever it was called, it had been great the last time he'd had it. Castiel chose a salad. Apparently he was a vegetarian now. Or had always been. Dean had really never saw him eat anything except that time with Famine...but that hadn't really been Cas's fault.

"Uh, you know dude, I'm paying. You can get whatever. You don't have to get a bowl of leaves and sticks or whatever." Cas gave him an odd look. "What do you mean leaves and sticks? Its better than eating dead animal flesh. Besides, I've never tasted anything as a human. I wanted to get the most appetizing thing on the menu."

Dean snorted. "And you chose a salad? With NO DRESSING OR MEAT IN IT! That is so not the most tasty thing here. If you don't want to eat meat, at least get some noodles or whatever. I'll order some for you and MAKE you taste them." Cas raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how exactly are you going to MAKE me taste anything?" Dean grinned, and pulled Cas into a liplock, using liberal tongue. "Like that. Baby, you're already a meat eater. Why not get some meat that you can swallow? Swallow and digest, that is." Cas totally didn't get the reference or the sexual innuendo. Apparently he was as dense as Sam when it came to that.

"What do you mean? I've never consumed a dead animal! Except for that time Famine..." Dean cut him off, totally NOT wanting to think about that disgusting bag o' dicks, lest he lose his appetite. "Never mind. You eat your leaves and sticks. I'll eat my chicken pramega or whatever its called, and order you some pasta to taste. It'll buff your socks off, totally." Even after all these years, Cas still couldn't comprehend some of Dean's strange speech mannerisms.

Cas's face wrinkled in confusion as he caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the crowd, seated at the table behind Dean. Gabriel? What was HE doing here? He seemed to notice Cas staring at him and shot him a smile and a wink, blowing him a kiss and raising a glass of wine in a toast to him, but not getting up and coming over. It didn't seem as if Gabriel recognized him and just thought he was some man who was captured by Gabriel's natural attractiveness. The 'come-hither' gestures were ignored by Cas, who only had eyes for Dean. Gabriel seemed to have another date anyway. Or perhaps not. The woman who had been sitting with him ran screaming once he poured his wine down her shirt. The scream caught Dean's attention, who immediately turned around and caught the Trickster's eye. Gabriel grinned broadly, definitely recognizing Dean. He got up and started to come over to their table, but was stopped when Cas glared at the man/pagan god, as if daring him to interfere with their date. Gabriel simply shrugged at Dean, and, as he was leaving the restaurant, attached a post-it to Dean's forehead.

"Jackoff. Why the hell is he here, Cas?" Dean angrily ripped the note off his head and read what it said. " 'say hi to your brother for me'. What? I'm guessing Sam had a run in with Gabe earlier. I feel kinda bad about not being around to help him off that sucker again." Cas silenced Dean with a soft kiss.

"Dean...Gabriel's here for a reason. God resurrected him too, only he took his powers and memories of ever being an angel from him. He doesn't even know he's Gabriel. The only memories and powers he has are that of Loki, the Norse Trickster. There never really was a Loki, now that I think about it. It was all Gabriel, all the time. He seemed to think the Norse were really boring and loved playing tricks on them. I think it got him killed a few times. Or got some of his clones killed. Either way, he's here for a reason. God wants him here. So lets hold off on the uh, offing, okay, love?"

Cas had a way of calming Dean that no one else did. "Well, yeah, okay, for now. But if he hurts you or Sammy, he's gone to where ever pagan gods go when they wait to be incarnated again. Or where ever angels go when they die, if God still considers him one. Whatever. Leave it to that ass to try and ruin dinner. I for one, ain't letting him." He kissed Cas, a long kiss, drawing a few looks from the other patrons again, but this time Dean didn't even let it embarrass him. All he cared about was Cas, not what other people thought of their love. He wished they'd have gotten a booth instead of a table. As it was, he was leaning across the table and almost knocking their drinks over when he kissed Cas.

Dean had ordered red wine, which would certainly stain Cas's new white shirt and tan pants that Dean had bought him. Cas had only ordered water, of course. Even though he was now human, he still apparently thought alcohol equaled sin, despite Dean's assurance that it most certainly did not. They pulled back, gazing intensely at one another, still lost in their love when their meals finally arrived. The waitress cleared her throat pointedly, though she was grinning. Apparently she was a slash fan and thought they were cute. Dean momentarily wondered how long she'd been standing there.

"Here ya go, cutiepies. The chicken special for you, with a side of linguini, and the plain salad for you. Have fun!" She giggled and bounced off. Dean couldn't help but snort at Cas's meager dinner. "Seriously, man, thats leaves and sticks. How can you eat that shit?" Some of Dean seemed to be rubbing off on Cas, as he replied, "I've had a lot worse things than this in my mouth." with a pointed look at Dean. Dean snorted wine everywhere. The dude was finally getting a sort of sense of humor. Good for him.

Cas wondered what was so funny. He'd meant the burgers, of course. What else could Dean possibly think...? Oh. It finally dawned on Cas what Dean had thought he meant. Cas couldn't help but laugh himself. Dean was hilarious, and so dirty...but that was what Cas loved about him. Cas was Dean's angel, but Dean was Cas's angel. He truly would be lost without him. His dirty humor, his smirks, his laughter, his kisses, everything. Laughter still threatening to bubble over, he finally started eating his salad, which, to him, tasted quite good. Dean DID make him taste the pasta later in their meal, and it was good. But to Cas, it wasn't the pasta that tasted good, it was Dean.
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