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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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Gabriel had to think fast, sticking his hand into Sam's back pocket.
"Whoa, Gabe, now is so notthe time to rape me." Gabriel shot him an it-isn't-rape-if-you-enjoy it face and then grabbed a handful of spilled salt, throwing it at the apparition. The ghost made a terrible screeching noise and vanished into thin air. Sam sighed in relief and looked proudly over at his archangel.
"Damn Gabriel, I'm glad you thought of that." Gabriel shrugged, unable to hide the smug expression on his face.
"I knew you couldn't have grabbed an empty salt container before coming out here, Sammy. You're smarter than that. I figured it must've spilled." Moose calmed down a little and licked at Gabriel's hand in appreciation.
"Yeah, now he likes me." He chuckled, patting him on the head.
"You ready to head up to the next floor?" Sam's mouth dropped.
"And risk running into that fugly thing again? No thank you!" Gabriel rolled his eyes.
"Sam, we need to find Delores, we didn't come out here and leave Castiel sick for nothing, did we?" Sam grumbled incoherently and descended the moldy ready-to-cave staircase leading up to the fourth floor. It smelled a little less like deteriorating corpses up there and the pair seemed to visibly relax a little. They walked cautiously to the middle of the hallway but stopped as Sam fell to his knees. Gabriel kneeled beside him, knowing that look and that scream.
"A vision, Sammy? You get those too?" Gabriel rubbed his back gently as Sam continued to yell out for a few moments.
"Not like yours, Gabriel. You're an angel…you get visions and messages from heaven. I have terrible visions, visions of people dying and occasionally I see other people that Azazel had chosen as his children. Although when I killed him those seemed to stop…" The distracted and pensive look plastered on Sam's face told Gabriel everything he needed to know.
"But you just had one, didn't you. A flash of one of those people?" Sam nodded.
"I don't know why I didn't see it earlier Gabriel…it's De-" He was cut off by malicious laughter coming from the end of the narrow corridor.
"You wouldn't be talking about little old me, now would you?" Sam and Gabriel both looked up to see Delores standing right beside the ghost that had attacked them earlier. However they also knew that it wasn't just Delores, her eyes flashed black, a dead give away that she was possessed.
"Get out of her!" Sam growled, despising it when he saw demon's making innocent people into meat-suits.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Sammy. You see, I'm here to watch over Blondie and make sure she doesn't do anything reckless…like letting you and your celestial puppet over there help her with her little issue." She spat nastily, patting her med-section with an evil snarl. Gabriel's golden colored eyes darkened and he let out a low growl.
"The only person besides Dean allowed to call him Sammy is me!" Delores snorted and took a daring step forward.
"What is the big bad archangel going to do about it?" Sam protectively stepped in front of Gabriel.
"Leave him out of this. Tell me, what does Azazel have to do with her." Delores tilted her head to the side.
"And here I thought you were the smart one, Sam. Isn't it obvious? She's just like you." Sam sneered.
"That can't be true, all of them are dead besides me, he made us fight each other to the death!" Delores sighed and absentmindedly played with a strand of her hair, becoming bored of the Q & A.
"He saved the most special of them all for Lucifer, hid her away. How the hell do you think Azazel was so frigging powerful and hid from you and your meddlesome father for so long? Lucifer was repaying him for this gift." She said, gesturing to her body.
"You and Delores were his prized jewels out of all of them. He protected her for Lucifer and you…he'd been rooting for you from the beginning. He always knew the darkness you were capable of Sam…even when you were that helpless baby he was feeding his blood. He knew you were destined to be his little abomination. If I didn't know any better I'd say you and Delores are perfect for each other." It felt like all the blood had rushed to Gabriel's face and his anger boiled inside of him.
"Sam…it's taking everything I have not to make the bitch combust…" Sam reached out and gently petted the side of the shorter man's hair.
"It's okay, Gabe. I've got this." Sam walked dangerously close to Delores and reached out to touch her face.
"I know you're in there, Delores. You've got to fight her, push the demon away." She cackled and looked the most amused he'd ever seen a demon.
"Aw, that's a nice gesture Sammy, but you see that guy over there?" She pointed toward the ghost from earlier.
"He was a red herring, I was trying to get you to hunt the damn ghost and leave. But no, not the Winchester's, you just had to come and find me. I didn't want to do this since Crowley asked me not to but oh well. I take orders from Lucifer." She then proceeded to draw a dagger and thrust it deep into Sam's chest. Sam screamed and Gabriel ran to him, catching him in his arms as he fell to the ground. Moose pounced and Gabriel didn't stop him, though he knew he should have for Delores's sake. Thing was, Gabriel didn't care that there was an innocent girl in there, no one messes with his human. Gabriel gently ran his fingers threw Sam's hair and held him tightly in his arms.
"It's okay, Sammy-Bear, I've got you." He gently laid his hand over Sam's stab wound and waited for it to heal. Sam didn't say anything as his wound closed up, just leaned in to capture the soft vanilla flavored lips that he adored so much. He sat up and looked over at Moose, who was whining and looking around like he'd lost something. Delores and the apparition had once again disappeared. Gabriel sighed in annoyance.
"I guess we should call Bobby."
Back at Bobby's house, Dean was sitting in a chair right outside of Castiel's door listening to see if he needed him. Bobby could tell by the strained look on his face that he was paranoid, but he didn't say anything and went back to half watching Wheel of Fortune. A few minutes passed before he heard Dean snort and turned to look at him.
"What are you laughing at, yah igit?" Dean just smirked and looked in threw the cracked door at Castiel.
"Cas is fascinated by that show. He doesn't really understand why people are getting paid to land on brightly colored panels." Bobby noted how Dean's face glowed when he talked about Cas and it made him grin.
"God, son, you seem to have fallen head over heels for the densest angel in heaven." Dean grimaced.
"Cas isn't dense, he just isn't used to all this human stuff yet. Besides, I think it's kind of cute." He mumbled the last sentence in hopes of Bobby not hearing, but he did. The elder hunter gagged playfully and was chuckling as he answered his phone.
"Hello?" Sam talked for a while and told Bobby everything that had happened at the Sanatorium and told him that he, Gabriel, and Moose were on their way. Bobby hung up and looked sheepishly at Dean.
"Uh…Sam's got a trained hell hound in your car." Dean's eyes widened.
"He what?! How the hell does he even have one that'll listen…" Bobby held his hand up.
"It's a long story, Dean. I'll let him explain when he gets back, all I know is that he said he promises that Moose won't do anything to your car." Dean looked totally freaked.
"He named it Moose?" Bobby was about to reply but they were interrupted by a violent retching sound coming from the back bedroom. Without giving another thought to his car, an unusual occurrence for Dean, he sprinted to go help Castiel.
"Cas, baby, talk to me man what's wrong?" Dean rubbed his back gently has he threw up some more.
"I've never been sick before Dean…I'm scared for our little life form." Dean grabbed a washcloth and wiped Castiel's face clean, kissing his forehead and carrying him back to bed.
"Cas, as cute as that was, just call it a baby." He laughed gently, pulling Castiel in to his lap and covering them up.
"Our…baby, do you think it's going to be okay?" Dean nuzzled into Castiel's hair.
"She's a Winchester, Cas, she was made to be a fighter. I think she'll be just fine." He looked up at him and smiled as Dean laid a loving hand across Cas's stomach.
"She?" Dean grinned and shrugged his shoulders.
"I just have this gut feeling that it'll be a girl." They laid in a comfortable silence for a while and just about dosed off in each others arms. Dean was unconsciously running his hand up and down Castiel's back in a comforting motion and Cas was curled into the fetal position, using Dean as a pillow. The sweet embrace was short lived however, when Castiel shot out of Dean's arms like a rocket and went to throw up again.
"Cas no, it's not good to move around so much. Just come back to bed and I'll but a trashcan beside us." Dean got the trashcan and laid back down, holding his arms out for Cas to crawl back on top of him.
"Damn, Cas, how are you still shaking? Your body feels like it's on fire." Cas wrapped himself around Dean's warm bare chest and shivered again.
"I'm sorry, Dean." Dean sighed.
"Don't apologize, none of this is your fault." Castiel sighed back and snuggled in a little closer.
"I love you." A small tear rolled down Dean's cheek.
"I'm so sorry that I did this to you." Cas's eyes clouded and he looked slightly hurt.
"Don't say that, Dean. This baby is a blessing." Dean shook his head and stroked Castiel's stomach in reassurance.
"Not the baby, Cas. I meant that I made you come here alone, didn't protect you, let you get this sick. It's not all on Bobby, this is my fault too." Dean's arms tightened around his angel and Castiel whimpered as another wave of nausea hit him.
"It isn't your fault, I know you tried you hardest. God and the baby know too." This made Dean smile faintly, growing quiet for a little bit and helping Cas lean over to the trashcan again.
"I promise you…I will never leave you again. If we hunt we do it together." Castiel's entire face seemed to brighten and it filled Dean with a soft of happy feeling he'd never really felt before. He traced the lines of his boyfriends face, loving how it felt to run his fingers over the soft stubble. He allowed his nimble fingers to trail down his chin and run lightly across Castiel's collarbone, loving the quiet moments like these that they rarely got, moments when he could appreciate how truly beautiful his angel was. He brushed against the chain of the necklace he'd given him and he grinned like an idiot.
"You actually wear this?" Cas blushed from his cheeks all the way up and buried his face into Dean's chest.
"I never take it off." This made Dean's heart flutter and his breath hitch in the back of his throat. Castiel would probably never know how much that meant to him.
"I don't deserve you. But for some reason you gave me a chance and I will be damned if I mess it up. From now on, you don't leave my side. If a hunt gets too dangerous I will make sure Gabriel sticks by to protect you and our daughter. Nothing is going to happen to you Cas, not ever again. You're too important to me." Castiel began to trace small patters on Dean's chest with his finger and laid his other hand on top of his hunters.
"Or son." He laughed gently, and Dean joined in, happy to hear something besides dry heaving coming from such holy lips. Unbeknown to the couple, Bobby was lurking in the doorway with a sappy smirk on his face. He was so damn proud of Dean it wasn't even funny. Dean was like a son to him, and Cas seemed to bring out the best parts in him…the parts Bobby had thought were dead. Bobby was about to resume watching Wheel of Fortune so he wouldn't get caught, but his cell phone started ringing.
"Damn it, Sam." He grumbled, digging in his pockets for it while Dean looked towards the door in horror.
"What the hell Bobby, quit being a creeper!" Dean shouted, only to be shushed by the older man.
"Whataya want, Sam?" Sam's voice was grave on the other line.
"Bobby…Annabel just called. She's seen something way creepy."
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