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cashayTitle: it’s time to open up your closet 3/?
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cashay
Rating: PG-13
Pairing | Characters: Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel | Sam, Gabriel, Chuck, Lucifer, Michael, Castiel
Spoilers: none
Warnings: angst like woha!
Word Count: ~1027
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: After the coming out has gone as wrong as it could go Gabriel deals with the aftermath.
A/N: forceilingninja with the Prompt "Supernatural, Dean/Castiel Sam/Gabriel, highschool AU-coming out to their parents"
A/N2: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kissbingo prompt "face: lips". Title taken from "I am what I am" by Gloria Gaynor
unbetaed so if you find any mistakes please point them out =)
Soft murmur and silent sobs were the only things audible in Gabriel's room. He lay on his bed with a crying Sam in his arms, unable to console his lover.
Sam had held up until they had been at the Novak's house but as soon as they had entered through the door he had literally broken down, just sitting at the floor. He had stared into the nothingness and Gabriel had been worried about his younger lover, not sure what to do to make things better.
Sam hadn't reacted to anything, neither Gabriel's soft words nor Castiel's very loud and graphic explanations to the rest of the Novak family. Gabriel had never seen his brother so upset or heard him swearing but he was as deeply hurt by what had happened at the Winchester's as Sam was.
For the first time in quite a while Gabriel had been happy Michael and Lucifer were home for a visit. Michael had taken care of Castiel since Chuck was not good at consoling people no matter how hard he tried and Lucifer had helped Gabriel getting a still unresponsive Sam up the stairs and into Gabriel's room.
Once inside they had put Sam on Gabriel's bed before Lucifer had pulled him outside again. Gabriel had actually been surprised by the hug Lucifer had pulled him in. They hadn't really been on good terms those last few years and it had been a relieve for everyone when Michael and Lucifer had moved out not because they were unwanted but because it had eased the tension.
But suddenly Lucifer seemed to have forgotten all the pranks Gabriel had played on him and all the times he had cursed his younger brother. Instead he had offered his support and it had taken Gabriel a lot of talking to convince him not to ruin John Winchester's life. At least not yet.
Everyone of them knew that Lucifer had contacts and could carry out the threats he made. Even Gabriel had never really wanted to know what kind of contacts and how the hell Lucifer knew them. He had never seen his brother so protective but apparently there just had never been a reason for Lucifer to show how much he would do for any of them.
He had still snarled death threats when he had gotten down the stairs but at least Gabriel had been certain he wouldn't kill anyone in the next few hours. Hopefully. He wasn't really worried about John Winchester and he would get back to the man for what he had done to all of them but he was worried for Mary and for Dean.
Okay, Dean was an ass for leaving Cas like that but Gabriel also felt sorry for him. His despair had been obvious. It had hurt Dean as much as it had hurt Gabriel's little brother, had probably torn him apart. That didn't change the fact that Castiel was his little brother and he was more than angry at Dean for doing what he did. It only meant he wasn't going to make his life hell just yet.
Gabriel hadn't gone downstairs again, hoping that Michael, Lucifer and Chuck would take care of Castiel. He needed to be with Sam now.
So he had crawled into bed, pulling the blanket over their bodies before sliding his arms around Sam and holding him close. This had been the moment the younger Winchester had cracked, tears and sobbing finally replacing the silent tremble that had been there before.
Sam had turned around and had buried his head at Gabriel's chest tears now flowing freely. That was how they had stayed for a long time, probably hours but Gabriel had no idea and couldn't bring himself to care. He had forced himself to concentrate on Sam, speaking soothing words and rubbing circles on his back.
He was barely holding it together himself. His boyfriend was a wreck, ejected by his own fucking father. His brother had a broken heart and probably was as much a wreck as Sam. Dean couldn't be much better of, maybe worse. That only left him and he couldn't loose it too. Not when it had been his god damn idea!
Somehow he had to make things right again, but for once Gabriel was at loss for what to do. He couldn't magically bring John to accept that his boys were gay or make Dean choose Castiel over his family. The only thing he could do was pull himself together and take care of the mess his idea had created.
The rest of them had agreed to do it, but it had been Gabriel that had urged for their coming out to their parents. He hadn't want to hide anymore. If he could tell his sports teacher – the most homophobic prick in existence – that he was gay than he could sure as hell talk to some stupid parents. Well apparently he couldn't or rather couldn't take the outcome.
The soft press of lips against his forehead made him blink and refocus from his thoughts to Sam who looked at him, his eyes red from all the crying. “Gabriel?” he asked with a raw voice.
“Hm?” was all Gabriel could manage, he didn't trust himself with speaking right now he might end up crying after all. Sam must have sensed his distress because now he was pulling Gabriel closer and he kissed him ever so softly.
“I love you.” A hitched breath escaped Gabriel and suddenly it was really, really hard to hold back the tears. Sam was pressing even closer, murmuring nonsense like Gabriel had done before. Both of them knew things wouldn't turn out good, no matter how much they wanted them to. Happy Ends only happened in movies and definitely not when homophobic fathers were involved.
There would be no miracle saving their ass and things looked grim, especially for Sam. They were tired, drained and emotionally exhausted but right now, lying in each others arms they could make themselves believe, at least for a little while, that they would be okay. As long as they had each other they could make it.
Author:
cashay Rating: PG-13
Pairing | Characters: Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel | Sam, Gabriel, Chuck, Lucifer, Michael, Castiel
Spoilers: none
Warnings: angst like woha!
Word Count: ~1027
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: After the coming out has gone as wrong as it could go Gabriel deals with the aftermath.
A/N: for
ceilingninja with the Prompt "Supernatural, Dean/Castiel Sam/Gabriel, highschool AU-coming out to their parents"A/N2: Written for the
kissbingo prompt "face: lips". Title taken from "I am what I am" by Gloria Gaynorunbetaed so if you find any mistakes please point them out =)
Soft murmur and silent sobs were the only things audible in Gabriel's room. He lay on his bed with a crying Sam in his arms, unable to console his lover.
Sam had held up until they had been at the Novak's house but as soon as they had entered through the door he had literally broken down, just sitting at the floor. He had stared into the nothingness and Gabriel had been worried about his younger lover, not sure what to do to make things better.
Sam hadn't reacted to anything, neither Gabriel's soft words nor Castiel's very loud and graphic explanations to the rest of the Novak family. Gabriel had never seen his brother so upset or heard him swearing but he was as deeply hurt by what had happened at the Winchester's as Sam was.
For the first time in quite a while Gabriel had been happy Michael and Lucifer were home for a visit. Michael had taken care of Castiel since Chuck was not good at consoling people no matter how hard he tried and Lucifer had helped Gabriel getting a still unresponsive Sam up the stairs and into Gabriel's room.
Once inside they had put Sam on Gabriel's bed before Lucifer had pulled him outside again. Gabriel had actually been surprised by the hug Lucifer had pulled him in. They hadn't really been on good terms those last few years and it had been a relieve for everyone when Michael and Lucifer had moved out not because they were unwanted but because it had eased the tension.
But suddenly Lucifer seemed to have forgotten all the pranks Gabriel had played on him and all the times he had cursed his younger brother. Instead he had offered his support and it had taken Gabriel a lot of talking to convince him not to ruin John Winchester's life. At least not yet.
Everyone of them knew that Lucifer had contacts and could carry out the threats he made. Even Gabriel had never really wanted to know what kind of contacts and how the hell Lucifer knew them. He had never seen his brother so protective but apparently there just had never been a reason for Lucifer to show how much he would do for any of them.
He had still snarled death threats when he had gotten down the stairs but at least Gabriel had been certain he wouldn't kill anyone in the next few hours. Hopefully. He wasn't really worried about John Winchester and he would get back to the man for what he had done to all of them but he was worried for Mary and for Dean.
Okay, Dean was an ass for leaving Cas like that but Gabriel also felt sorry for him. His despair had been obvious. It had hurt Dean as much as it had hurt Gabriel's little brother, had probably torn him apart. That didn't change the fact that Castiel was his little brother and he was more than angry at Dean for doing what he did. It only meant he wasn't going to make his life hell just yet.
Gabriel hadn't gone downstairs again, hoping that Michael, Lucifer and Chuck would take care of Castiel. He needed to be with Sam now.
So he had crawled into bed, pulling the blanket over their bodies before sliding his arms around Sam and holding him close. This had been the moment the younger Winchester had cracked, tears and sobbing finally replacing the silent tremble that had been there before.
Sam had turned around and had buried his head at Gabriel's chest tears now flowing freely. That was how they had stayed for a long time, probably hours but Gabriel had no idea and couldn't bring himself to care. He had forced himself to concentrate on Sam, speaking soothing words and rubbing circles on his back.
He was barely holding it together himself. His boyfriend was a wreck, ejected by his own fucking father. His brother had a broken heart and probably was as much a wreck as Sam. Dean couldn't be much better of, maybe worse. That only left him and he couldn't loose it too. Not when it had been his god damn idea!
Somehow he had to make things right again, but for once Gabriel was at loss for what to do. He couldn't magically bring John to accept that his boys were gay or make Dean choose Castiel over his family. The only thing he could do was pull himself together and take care of the mess his idea had created.
The rest of them had agreed to do it, but it had been Gabriel that had urged for their coming out to their parents. He hadn't want to hide anymore. If he could tell his sports teacher – the most homophobic prick in existence – that he was gay than he could sure as hell talk to some stupid parents. Well apparently he couldn't or rather couldn't take the outcome.
The soft press of lips against his forehead made him blink and refocus from his thoughts to Sam who looked at him, his eyes red from all the crying. “Gabriel?” he asked with a raw voice.
“Hm?” was all Gabriel could manage, he didn't trust himself with speaking right now he might end up crying after all. Sam must have sensed his distress because now he was pulling Gabriel closer and he kissed him ever so softly.
“I love you.” A hitched breath escaped Gabriel and suddenly it was really, really hard to hold back the tears. Sam was pressing even closer, murmuring nonsense like Gabriel had done before. Both of them knew things wouldn't turn out good, no matter how much they wanted them to. Happy Ends only happened in movies and definitely not when homophobic fathers were involved.
There would be no miracle saving their ass and things looked grim, especially for Sam. They were tired, drained and emotionally exhausted but right now, lying in each others arms they could make themselves believe, at least for a little while, that they would be okay. As long as they had each other they could make it.
