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Gabriel stayed quiet. He didn't like the way Sam was looking at him. It was his, 'You did  not just do that' look. He didn't know why the kid was staring at him like that... All he did was mess with Dean. Just a little bit. The archangel peered over his shoulder, but had to press his lips together to hold back his laughter. There he was, The Great Dean Winchester... Hand-cuffed to lil' Castiel. The trench coated angel just looked confused and a tad bit uncomfortable. Dean was fuming pissed. Failing, Gabriel let out a fit of laughter, grinning wildly at the scene. "You son-of-a-bitch, unhand-cuff us right now!" Gabriel's grin formed into a c

Dean leaned over to grab the last beer in the fridge, his cuffed arm extended behind him. He stood upright, popping open the beer, and taking a large swig of it. When he turned around, Cas was right there. In his personal space. Again. Only, this time, the angel couldn't just take a step back with a husk apology, and the two could just pretend like it never happened. Nope. Not this time. Dean lowered his chin, his emerald eyes grazing down to peer at their cuffed hands. He let out a sigh, then suddenly stiffened. Gabriel said he was going to keep them like this for as long as he liked... How was Dean going to take a shower, or even go to the

"Cas, God dammit, I said don't look!" "But I've never been able to experience this before-" "Cas, humans don't do this, so freaking turn around!" "I apologize…" Sam sniggered to himself from where he sat on the couch, his laptop balancing on his stomach. He glanced over to his left, where he could see the bathroom door slightly ajar down the hall, and Castiel was standing in the gap, his cuffed arm held out behind him, while Dean did his 'business'. The angel looked a bit disappointed, which made Sam feel a bit weird as he remembered what Gabriel had told him. He sighed, rubbing his face, then turned back to his laptop. "Hey, Bobby,

Dean shifted in his sleep, rubbing his face on the pillow he was breathing into. Suddenly, he froze. He didn't remember falling asleep… He didn't move. The hunter decided to check on his senses, and see what he could tell. He could tell that it was night time, seeing how when he opened his eyes, the room around him was pitch black. So it was still late. He could feel he was obviously lying on a bed, and that someone was  beside him- Dean stiffened. Someone was lying next to him. Oh shit! he thought frantically, temporarily forgetting about the hand-cuffs, and jerked to the side in a frenzy to get away from the so-thought strang

Dean sat on the couch in silence, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't care that keeping his arms like that made Castiel lean against him from where he sat next to the human on Bobby's living room couch. Sam leaned against the wall, hands stuffed in his jean pockets as he glared at the archangel, Gabriel. The old drunk sat at his desk, eyes narrowed with his hands folded neatly on top of the sturdy wood. The Trickster bobbed from side to side while swaying his hips, arms crossed over his chest as his golden eyes flicked from Sam, to Dean, to Cas, to Bobby, then back to Sam. Finally, Dean was the one to break the silence. "Let me get this s

Dean and Cas sat next to one another in silence. They faced the crap TV in front of them. Dean had tried looking for something good to watch, but of course, the stupid TV was CRAP, and had barely any channels. They were forced to watch Animal Planet. Dean looked at the angel next to him through the corner of his eye. Castiel was staring intently at the screen, with an intrigued look on his face. It resembled the one he wore when Dean and Sam had caught him watching porn: Brows creased in thought, mouth slightly parted, the slight tilt of the head. "I don't understand-" the angel began, but Dean quickly cut him off, holding his hand up. "Du