GABRIEL P.O.V

Just as I wake up, my nose is filled with that peculiar scent of Winchester. That smell of cheap soap and beer. I could get high off of that one smell that they both possess- hold up. Winchester... smell... bed... OH GOD.

I turn around to see the oldest Winchester with his arms wrapped around me... and boy does he look like a model even when asleep.

I try to unwrap his arms from around me so I can go to the kitchen, cause I'm starving. But just as I make the slightest move, his eyes flutter open and I'm greeted by a pair of gentle green eyes and a benevolent smile.

"Morning Cas." He tells me in his very sexy husky morning voice. I won't lie, suddenly I'm aroused.

I've been around the couple for enough time to know how they are around each other and what they call each other so memories won't really be necessary. It's all about the eye sex and the awkward sexual tension.

I return the smile and with a simple "Good morning, Dean." the man's smile only gets bigger and brighter.

I access the emotions, and for as clichés as it sounds I feel all bubbly and full of butterflies and I just want to hold this man forever because I don't feel like I can tell him enough how much I love him. But I can't because well, not my body, not my husband, not my real feelings. And yet I still wrap my arms around him and squeeze him.

"I love you." He says out of the blue, but it wouldn't be right to say it back.

"I already know that." I chuckle and get up to make some breakfast.

"Pancakes for me. Thank you handsome!" He calls out from the room. Wow I didn't know they were this cheesy in private.

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Some cookin' later
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I watch Dean feast on the pancakes that I made while I eat my own scrambled eggs with some bacon on the side.

"You never put sprinkles in my pancakes..." He says as he takes another bite. Oops I guess a little Gabe spilled over.

"Stop complaining and eat your pancakes!" I retort in between giggles.

I can't help but just look at the guy as he devours his pancakes. Completely oblivious to the situation.

For once I felt like I belonged. And I don't know why. I felt warm and content and carefree, as if I wasn't being forced to play the role but rather yet be myself.

Suddenly I wasn't in the dining room anymore but instead a white room with some couches and a coffee table with the tea served.

I walked over to a couch to take a seat when suddenly a low voice startled me. "Who are you?" It asked. I turned around to see Castiel.

"I-I'm Gabe." I felt myself shrink. How was he going to react? Was he gonna freak out? Try to murder me? Pretend I don't exist?

"Nice to meet you, Gabe. I'm Castiel. Tea?" He offers me a cup of chamomile tea.

"Uh... sure." I take the cup from his hands and take a seat. We silently sit there sipping on tea.

"Why aren't you freaking out?!?" I ask after a minute.

He slowly looks up from his cup and gives me a small smile "I've accepted your presence. It's not the first time. Why do you think you feel at such ease? It's because I welcomed you into my body." He says as if it's nothing.

"Are you sure you're not hig- hold up did you say it's happened before?" I ask, putting my cup down.

"Gabe, just because you're special doesn't mean you're uniunique. There are others like you. Although you're the first one to have a name. " The blue eyed man says bluntly.

"Now I suggest you go back before he finishes that pancake or else he'll notice something's off. Do whatever pleases you, he won't question it." Castiel tells me before I return to the dining room although I never left... perhaps I just visited the subconscious part of his mind. I guess that's where they hang out.

"What do you wanna do today? Dean asks with his cheeks full of food.

"I wanna go to an amusement park." I answer with a smile.

He takes another sip of his coffee and finally swallows, "alright just keep in mind that you can't eat funnel cake because we both know your stomach can't handle so much oil and sugar at once." He tells me and takes another bite... wow party pooper

"Fine." I let out a sigh and play with my fork.

Dean notices this and lets out a louder sigh. "Fine you get a small one."

I didn't mean to but my excitement became visible. "Thank you thank you thank you." I chanted.

The man gave me a peck on the lips and said "you're adorable when you're excited." With that he got up and went to the bathroom.

"You got yourself a good husband, Cassie." I whisper to myself. And I could've sworn I heard his voice saying "I know. And don't call me Cassie."

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Some time later
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We had gotten on all the rides. He screamed like a child for 75% of the time and the other 25% he was reassuring me he was manly.

"We should get some ice cream." I jump in front of him and beg.

"Alright, bee, but it's on you because we already used my money on the games." He reasons with me. I stick my bottom lip in a fake pout.

"Fine fine!!" He flails his arms in the air in defeat.

"Thank you, De." I kiss his cheek and he blushes.

"Yeah it's nothing, angel face." His cheeks get a slight pink tint. He's so adorable.

He walks away, he thinks I can't see it, but he's smiling at his feet. Probably trying to hide his rosy cheeks and goofy smile.

Dean finally comes back with a strawberry and another vanilla flavored ice cream.

"Thanks, De." I say before I go down on my ice cream.

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Some licks later
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We finally finish our ice creams and I  throw away the napkins which we was holding them with. And I return to where we were standing.

"You uh.. got something there." He points to my bottom lip. I try to lick it off.

"Still there?" I ask him.

"Yeah." He answers pointing to it again.

I try to lick it one more time. I look up to him with wonder in my eyes.

"Nope it's still there. You know what I got it." He tells me. I expect him to wipe it off with his finger but I am taken off guard with a kiss.

At first, our lips barely even make contact but then I feel his tongue glide across my lower lip. To wipe the ice cream off I presume. But I couldn't help but quiver under the warm touch of his hands trailing down to my chest and him pushing me against a wall.

A moan escapes from my lips and he take the opportunity to slither his tongue into my mouth. But I don't fight it, I just go with it.

I take my hands from behind my back, and I explore his body from that sexy V-line all the way to the nape of his neck, and I know he likes me doing so because in the process he let's out a series of unholy sounds. Once I reach his neck, he grabs my hands and pins them above my head with one hand.

With the other hand he pulls my head to the side, by the hair and leaves a trail of kisses from my lips to my jaw line and in a fraction of a second I can feel him licking and sucking on my neck.

He gently presses his thigh against my hardening groin. And I can feel his lips curling into a smile when he feels my semi boner.

"Excuse me! Misters, you can't do that here! It's a FAMILY friendly amusement park!!!" I hear the security guard shout. Making us jump apart.

"My apologies sir, we got carried away. It won't happen again." Dean tries to get us off of the hook by giving the man his most sincere smile.

"Damn right it won't, because I'm kicking you out!" The guy screams at our faces again and grabs us by the arm. He escorts us out to the main exit and basically pushes us out.

"If this ever repeats I will ban you!" The man warns us and goes back inside.

Dean and I only look at each other in silence for a few moments before we both break into a fit of laughter.

"Oh lord that was embarrassing!" Dean says bending over and clutching his stomach in a mixture of what seems to be joy and pain, perhaps it's because he's literally cracking u-

I'M THE ONE NARRATING CAS, THAT MEANS WE THINK THE WAY I NORMALLY SPEAK. STOP BEING ALL POSH.

Sorry... please go on.

"Let's go home." He finally says once the laughter has minimized to a chuckle.

I wipe a tear and nod my head. "Yes, that sounds alright." I reply.

On the way back home Dean's music is silently playing in the background while the steady rumble of the engine lulls me to sleep.

"Thank you, Dean." I look over at him and press a soft kiss against his cheek.

"Any time." Is the last thing I hear him say before I dose off into a serene slumber. I guess the day ends early today.

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