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“Gabe!” Sam hisses. The older boy only hums in acknowledgement, not turning away from the task at hand. His fingers fumble with the lock pick, out of practice. Hey, in his defense he hadn’t done this in awhile. This was a special case. When Sam doesn’t respond right away, Gabriel glances over his shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“He’s gonna kill you.” Sam frowns, stands of his long brown hair falling in front of his face as he crosses his arms. He looks like a petulant teenager. Which he was, so. Gabriel rolls his eyes dismissively, turning back to the apartment door. A moment later the tension wrench turns freely and the door clicks open softly. Gabe does this little triumphant fist pump movement that Sam in turn rolls his own eyes at.
“Two things, Samsquatch,” Gabriel starts as he slides the lock pick tools back into his pocket, turning towards Sam (and looking up). “Numero uno, your ass of an older brother thinks he can out-prank me. Which is impossible. And two, if you weren't so buried in the library 24/7, you'd know that the rumor goin' 'round school right now is that the campus stud is actually seeing somebody.”
Sam scoffs. “Dean sees people all the time. Pretty sure that’s why he’s the campus stud.”
“Nuh-uh, Sammy-boy. As in, settling down, totally whipped, had his little heart stolen away, seein’ somebody.” Gabriel grins, mischief sparkling in his eyes. The younger boy eyes him doubtfully, unconvinced. Dean Winchester, the school’s very confident, very active, bisexual man was well known for his carefree attitude and party-all-night personality. More than half the students at KU have most likely shared his bed for a night. (Sam avoids the rumor mill that revolves around his older brother’s sex life. He doesn’t need to know him that well, thank you very much.)
But Dean actually dating someone? Unheard of. Well, except for a failed highschool relationship. That’s irrelevant. See the thing is, while he’s pretty bold with the whole hookup process, when it comes to something even remotely serious, Dean gets shy. Not his word of course, he’d claw your throat out if you said that to his face. The man avoids feelings like the plague. So excuse him if Sam doesn’t believe a single word that falls from Gabriel’s mouth.
The shorter notices his skepticism and waves dismissively. “Whatever. You’ll see.”
Before Sam can protest, Gabriel slips through the open apartment door, disappearing into the dark. Sam glances around quickly, cursing under his breath, then hastily follows after him. He carefully shuts the door before trailing after Gabe’s back. The apartment lights are all off, the living room empty. Nothing looks any different. Sam just hopes that the lack of clothes spread across the floor means that Dean doesn’t currently have any company.
Gabriel doesn’t stop to look around the kitchen or living area, bee-lining straight to the bedroom door. He pauses with his hand on the doorknob to look back at Sam. He’s grinning again. “Just- scream. Or something. Scare the shit outta’ him.”
No less than a second later, the door is being flung open, the lights are flicked on and both Sam and Gabe are jumping into the room. “WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!”
The person in the middle of the queen size bed flails, sitting up abruptly. A person that’s decidedly not Dean. A tattooed hand raises to rub at drowsy blue eyes, a mop of sleep-tousled black hair falling in front of the man’s very familiar face. “The fuck?”
The thick cover falls away from the man’s chest as he sits up farther on his elbow, revealing another man that is currently clinging to his middle. Sandy blond hair and freckle dusted skin. Green eyes blink blearily at the two gaping intruders. Recognition turns to panic turns to resignation in a matter of seconds, ending with Dean turning his face back into Castiel’s chest, grumbling wordlessly.
Gabriel goes hysterical, doubling over in laughter. Sam remains gaping like a fish, staring with unbelieving wide eyes. “Cas!?”
“I believe that’s my name, yes,” the man growls, clearly not happy with the fact he was just woken up. His hand goes instinctively to Dean’s shoulder, wrapping around him and holding him close. “Care to explain what the fuck you’re doing in my house?”
“Your house?” Sam squeaks. “This- Isn’t this-”
Cas continues to glare, effectively chasing away any semblance of a sentence from Sam’s mouth. Dean shifts again, pulling his face from Castiel’s collarbone. “Get the fuck out,” he hisses, eyes squinting in the light. Gabriel’s laughter finally slows, and after sucking in a few large breaths, points a finger in Sam’s face.
“I fuckin’ told you!” he exclaims. Everyone glares at him. “You owe me 10 bucks!”
“We never made a bet!”
“Just did!”
Dean turns back to Castiel, trying to burrow away from the light burning his eyes. “Cas” he whines, drawing out the ‘s’, “make ‘em go away.”
“Unless either of you would like to spend the rest of the night in a jail cell for breaking and entering, I suggest you both leave right now.” Cas threatens, and boy, if looks could kill. (There’d be carnage.) Sam nods quickly, stumbling backwards and blindly grabbing for the doorknob. Gabriel steps back too, though a smug smirk is still plastered on his face.
“Nice lay, baby bro. Didn’t know you had it in ya. Gonna have to tell me all about it later.” He winks, throwing a rather pathetic finger gun. Dean raises a pissed off finger.
“Gabriel,” Cas warns, voice low.
“We’re sorry!” Sam manages, voice a pitch higher than normal. He grabs hold of Gabe’s wrist, dragging him out of the room and slamming the lights off as they go. Gabriel’s cackling follows them out, a thud signaling the front door closing. The apartment is once again bathed in soothing darkness, a peaceful quiet settling.
It’s only broken a few minutes later.
“Well you wanted to tell them,” Cas grumbles.
“Shut the fuck up.”