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The Hunter and His Fallen Angel	By : HisAsgardianAngel Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3637 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Eric Kripke, except for the babies and the girls like Anabel, whom I own. I do not make profit, I do not own anything associated with Supernatural and I certainly don't have any rights to it.

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The anger and disappointment in Dean's eyes made Bobby flinch. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly and stepped out of the doorway to make room.
"Uh…yah wanna come in?" Dean's jaw clinched. He said nothing, pushing passed Bobby in a bit of a hurry. He sat Castiel on the couch and dropped to his knees, cradling Castiel's cheek in his hand.
"How do you feel?" Dean was feeling sicker by the minute, hating the terrified look manifested in his angel's eyes.
"I'm s-so cold and I think m-my nose is running." Dean got Castiel some tissues right as Cas began a sneezing fit and then began to peel the wet clothes off of him.
"Whoa, your not strippin' him in here!" Dean threw a cold look over his shoulder that shut the older hunter up quickly and he began taking his own green jacket and black shirt off.
"Here, babe, mine are a lot less wet." He gently pulled his shirt over Castiel's head and wrapped the jacket around his shoulders to keep him warm.
"Thank…" Dean shushed him before he could finish his sentence, sitting down and then pulling Castiel into his lap. Dean wrapped his arms protectively around Castiel's still shivering body and Cas snuggled shamelessly into his hunter's bare chest. Bobby watched in awe, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.
"Dean, please, explain this whole damn thing to me. What's goin' on?" Castiel let out a mousy little sneeze and tried to look at Bobby.
"I tried to tell you…" Dean pushed Castiel's head back down on his chest and shushed him again.
"It's okay, Cas, I'll explain, you rest." Bobby snorted.
"Dean, listen to yourself, you're treating him like a friggin' princess." Dean's head snapped in Bobby's direction and he practically hissed.
"He's mine Bobby, and the man carrying my child, so excuse me for being a little worried after you left him outside to freeze to death!" He spat, tightening his protective grip around Cas.
"Again with this baby stuff, when are yah gunna give it a rest?" Bobby looked at his wits end, frustrated tears glistening in his eyes.
"Do you really think we'd do that to you? I know you don't know Cas as well as I do, but he'd never lie to you about something like this. Hell, Cas is an angel, he rarely ever lies anyway. God gave us a baby, Bobby. One day it's supposed to go up against the little demonic ass-nugget Delores is having, which scares the hell outta me but whatever, I'll deal with that when we get there."

Dean said quietly, a certain fondness in his voice when he said the word baby. The intense look in Dean's eyes coupled with the way he was possessively stroking Castiel's lower torso made Bobby believe him.
"So I'm really…I'm really havin' a grandkid?" Dean's lips twitched up into a slight smile.
"Yeah, I guess you are." A small tear trickled down the side of Bobby's face.
"Stand up, Cas." Dean unconsciously slid Castiel closer to him and Bobby chuckled.
"Oh calm down, you over-protective jackass, I'm not gunna hurt 'em." Dean reluctantly let go of his angel and Castiel stood slowly. He looked at Dean for reassurance and Dean smiled, nodding in encouragement. Once he got within two feet of Bobby, he grabbed him and pulled him into a bear hug.
"I'm sorry, kiddo. Welcome to the family." Castiel grinned, having now heard this from both Bobby and Sam.
"Thank you." Castiel seemed awfully warm to be shaking so bad so Bobby laid his hand briefly across his forehead.
"God, Feathers, you're burning up." He looked remorsefully at Dean.
"Sorry if I got 'em sick." He murmured sheepishly. Dean sighed and came to feel Castiel himself.
"Don't sweat it, let's just get him to bed."
Meanwhile, Sam had gotten in the drivers seat of the Impala and Gabriel was now in the previously neglected passenger seat. They had just driven into the small town of Waterford, Connecticut. Despite Sam's warning that Dean would murder him, Gabriel had put in his own CD and the couple was cruising down a winding road listening to "I want Candy". Sam rolled his eyes at his archangel's song choice, watching him suck on a blow pop rather provocatively out of the corner of his eye.
"You're gorgeous." Sam murmured half to himself, hoping Gabriel wouldn't hear him. However Gabriel did hear and was quite delighted, leaning over and brushing his sticky lips against the shell of Sam's ear.
"I know you are but what am I?" Sam wasn't sure whether that should have made him aroused or amused but he was feeling a euphoric mix of both.
"Aw don't make me pull over to a cheap motel already, Gabe." Gabriel smirked and then looked mock offended.
"This is my first time hunting and you're taking me to a cheap motel?" Sam's lips twitched into smile.
"Hunting isn't exactly ritzy, you're pretty much dating a well-off hobo." Gabriel winked.
"That's an oxymoron, Sammy." Sam was in the middle of coming up with a witty reply, when suddenly Gabriel shouted "Look!". They had just driven by one of the creepiest old asylums they had ever seen.
"I may not know much about Demons…but if I had just taken a girl hostage that had been seeing Satan, a mad house might be my best cover." Sam turned the car around and began to drive back towards the run down building.
"And you are positive that Waterford, Connecticut is where the angels have been gossiping Delores is?" Gabriel rolled his eyes.
"I am an angel, knucklehead, yes I'm sure!" Sam flashed him a wolfish grin.
"No, right now you're a hunter." They pulled up to a large wrought iron gate. To the left of the gate was a small blue and white sign that read "Seaside Sanatorium". The building was decaying something awful and there was a very foul smell about the place. In the grass was a rusted and broken down playground and every window visible from where the pair was standing was broken.
"I'm getting a very bad feeling about this place, Gabs, maybe you should…" Sam was cut off by a very heated and urgent kiss.
"Don't even think about it, Samsquatch, we're in this together." Before Sam had the chance to reply, Gabriel had snapped his fingers and they were both out of the car and on the other side of the locked gate. Sam went in first to make sure the floor wouldn't cave and then gestured that it was okay for Gabriel to enter. Gabriel rolled his eyes again and mumbled "Jeez, he treats me like I'm human." Sam heard, deciding to lace his fingers with Gabriel's and grin apologetically at him. Gabriel took the opportunity to snuggle as close to him as possible while they walked the cryptic corridors. There was nothing unusual to see until they reached the third floor.
"Oh God, Sammy, do you smell…" Sam dry heaved heavily and gripped Gabriel's hand harder.
"I'd take that as a yes." The third floor had a smell ten times worse than the rest of the Sanatorium, it reeked of death and rotten flesh. Holding their breath, they crept down the hallway until they saw a mass of bloody mangled fur heaped in front of them.
"Oh it's a dog, it's a dog!" Gabriel was about to tell Sam to relax and calm down when they heard a long loud howl just beyond the door at the end of the hall.
"Looks like Lassie had a friend." Sam turned horror-stricken eyes toward his lover.
"You don't think…the dog we hear could have killed this dog, do you?" Gabriel shook his head.
"Oh I don't just think he killed him, I think he went all Hannibal Lector on the poor guy. Look at the large gashes and bite marks along its back, I'd bet the dog is huge from the size of those." Sam shot him a desperate and disgusted look.
"I'd rather not…how about we get off this floor? Demons I can handle, puppy killers I am not so fond of, nor am I fond of rabies!" Gabriel smiled at Sam's utter sympathy and compassion for the animal.
"You're cute." When Gabriel didn't get a reply he turned to look at the taller man, following his gaze to discover that they were no longer alone. A dog that came to Sam's waist was staring back at them, it's dark fur raised in a defensive position. It's eyes were large and red as the flame colored fur that traveled up its paws and stopped halfway up its leg.
"Shit, Sam, that's a hell-hound!" Gabriel yelped.
"Why can we see it?!" Gabriel looked at him like he was crazy.
"Who cares why we can see it?! Let's get out of here!" Gabriel went to snap his fingers but the hound was too fast, leaping on top of Sam and knocking him to the floor.
"Sam!" The chagrin etched into Gabriel's features gradually transformed into confusion as Sam's screams turned into fits of laughter.
"Gabe…it's licking me! Why is it licking me?" He chortled, reaching up to scratch it behind the ears. Gabriel slowly walked up and reached out to touch it, noticing there was something tied to it's neck. The hound snapped at Gabriel and Sam scolded it.
"Bad dog!" The hound whined and Sam petted it's surprisingly silky fur.
"You can trust Gabriel, okay?" Gabriel, looking mortified from the dog to his unusually calm lover, tried once more to examine the dogs neck. This time it allowed him, and he pulled a tiny scroll off of a collar. Unfolding the scrap of paper, he read it aloud.
"To Sam, Azazel left this to you. You were the most precious of his special children, and even though you killed him I suppose what's rightfully yours is yours. It didn't obey anyone but Azazel until he died anyway so I have no use for it. Stop Lucifer…I hate the bastard. Sincerely, Crowley."
"That's why you can see it…but that doesn't explain why I can, unless…" Sam's eyebrow rose.
"Unless what?" Gabriel beamed and looked nervously down at the floor, feeling a little like Castiel.
"Only demons can see hell-hounds unless the hound is given to a human by it's original owner. Then it becomes only visible to two people, the human that owns it and said humans intended counterpart." Sam furrowed his eyebrows.
"Meaning?" Gabriel sighed happily and finally looked deep into Sam's hazel eyes.
"We're truly meant to be with each other, Sam. We're kind of…soul mates, as cheesy as that sounds." Sam didn't comment, but he didn't have too, the look he was giving his archangel said it all. He laughed and gently patted his new dog on the head.
"Wait until Dean hears about this…he's having some sort of angelic prophecy baby and I just inherited a hell-hound. I think I'll call him Moose." Now it was Gabriel's turn to laugh.
"Moose? Why? He's a dog, Sam." Sam snickered.
"Yeah but have you seen the size of this big guy? Besides, Crowley has called me a moose the last three times I've seen him, seems fitting since he's the one that sent him here for me." Gabriel shrugged.
"I wonder how Crowley knew we'd be here…" Sam shook his head.
"How does Crowley know anything? He's the sneakiest most secretive Demon in all of hell. If I didn't know better I'd say he was a frigging ninja." The conversation was then suddenly interrupted by a loud wailing noise. Moose stood up and growled, causing Sam to also stand and look to the left of them. In a corner of the hall stood a transparent figure with half of the backside of his head missing.
"Get out." It hissed, slowly levitating forward.
"Sammy…you don't happen to have any salt on you, huh?" Sam nodded and quickly pulled out the container in his back pocket, opening it and attempting to salt the apparition. Only problem was…the container was empty.
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