Title: Absolution – Part of the Altered Fates ‘Verse
Pairing(s): Dean/Gabriel, Sam/Castiel
Word Count: 4.3k
Tags:
Canon divergence, domestic discipline/spanking, so far there’s no explicit sex or big warnings and it hasn’t progressed beyond Season 7, so no spoilers either.

Summary:
Two different times Gabriel stepped in because things went sideways.
Each time things didn’t end up quite the way any of them expected.

Altered Fates ‘Verse Summary: Under His Wing is the prequel
for a ‘verse where Gabriel came back after his “death” in Hammer of the
Gods 5×19 and protects the Winchesters, knowing they’re going to save
the world along with Castiel. The Winchesters are stubborn, and soon
Gabriel enlists the help of others he knows will help keep the
Winchesters safe, even from themselves.

Link to Fic: AO3

Link to ‘Verse: AO3

A/N:
Canon through to the near the beginning of Season 5. After that some
things stay the same, but I’m messing with timelines and characters, all
while still heading in the same general direction as canon.

I’m
not sure if this will be chronological, and I’m not sure if John/Bobby
will end up being a thing, but since there’s a possibility I’ll go ahead
and list it here 🙂

I’ve posted snippets before, and I believe the ones who were interested in this ‘verse were @majesticduxk@deadmockingbirds1@formidablepassion​ and @bellarisatk​. Possibly @samanddeaninpanties​ (can’t remember if you like Gabriel pairings).

If I missed anyone I apologize, but those are the ones I can remember off the top of my head right now.

Absolution

Now

“C’mon, please!  I’m fucking sorry!” Dean called out, but the
only thing that answered him was his own echo inside the steel box he’d
been left in.

Dean paced the box again.  Seven steps, turn. Seven
steps.  Somehow the air was fresh even though Dean figured he’d been in
the box for close to an hour, so he wasn’t worried.  Gabriel wouldn’t
have worked so hard to save him if he was just going to dump him in a
steel box and let him die.

But Dean wanted out.  He didn’t like
being in small spaces, and he was getting hungry, damn it.  His stomach
growled, and as he walked up to the wall of the box, he used his fist to
beat on it three times.

“Let.  Me.  Out!” Dean yelled.

There
was no light source, but inside the box it was well-lit, like there
were hidden fluorescent lights overhead.  He hadn’t heard anything after
suddenly appearing in the box, dazed and still holding the wound in his
stomach even though it was gone.

“I’m sorry,” Dean said, not
bothering to yell anymore.  Gabe could hear him whether he whispered,
yelled, or said a silent prayer to him in his head.

Dean sat down
on the steel floor and leaned against the wall.  He picked at the hole
in his jeans near the seam of his left inner thigh.  The hole was big
enough that two fingers easily fit through.

“Does this mean I
don’t have to stand in a corner after you beat my ass?” Dean asked.  
“Y’know, since I’m already in a time-out?”

Nothing.  No noise.  No Gabriel suddenly appearing in the box with him.  No Castiel.  No Sam.  Not even Bobby.

Dean
sighed and let his head fall back onto the wall, closing his eyes.  
Depending on how upset Gabe was, it might be a while.  Gabe didn’t deal
with any of them if he was upset because he didn’t want to do something
damaging even if he could fix it once he did it.

Gabe loved all
three of them.  Hell, he loved Bobby too.  He wanted to keep them all
safe, not beat the shit out of them every time he saw them.

Dean
rubbed a hand over his face as he remembered just a year earlier
thinking Gabe was dead, that he was gone.  Dean had thought he’d be
relieved.  No one to tell him what to do anymore.  Instead he’d been
devastated.


Then

“So this is a shitty situation,” Bobby grumbled, trying to pull
himself free of the ropes binding his wrists behind his back.  Demon #1
had stolen Bobby’s hat and was wearing it.  Demon #2 had tried to snatch
it from Demon #1, but Demon #2 hadn’t lived to tell the tale.

Dean
couldn’t stop staring at Bobby.  Hatless.  It wasn’t right.  It just
wasn’t right.  Sam twisted like a snake on the floor of the basement
they were locked in, trying to get to the tiny blade he kept in a fold
of his jeans at the small of his back.

Dean was tied to a column
in the middle of the basement and didn’t have any range of movement.  
They’d even tied his ankles to the cement column.

“Hey, Cas?” Dean said, looking toward the ceiling.  "Cas, can you hear me?“

"Look
at the wall, ya idjit,” Bobby said, nodding his hatless head toward the
wall directly in front of Dean.  Bobby was leaning against it and had
apparently already checked it out.

Angel warding.  Well, that kept
Cas out.  Dean sighed and looked to his brother, still squirming on the
floor.  He thought of calling out for Gabriel, and when it hit him
again that the archangel was dead, he felt that awful churning in his
stomach.

It wasn’t because he was fucked, being held by a building
full of demons.  They’d been in plenty of bad situations over the
years.

It was because in the few short months Gabriel had been
watching over all of them, Dean had fallen.  Oh, he hadn’t said anything
to Gabriel about it, but Dean was pretty sure Gabe knew.  Gabe claimed
he didn’t automatically read all their thoughts, but he had to know Dean
wasn’t just appreciative of the fact they were all still alive thanks
to Gabriel.

Gabriel was gone.  He’d sacrificed himself for them,
letting Lucifer burn him out so the Winchesters could get away.  Dean
would never forget it, and he’d never forgive himself either.

The
building rumbled over their heads, concrete dust raining down on them.  
All three of them froze, eyes wide as they heard screaming.

“What’s the fuck is going on up there?” Sam asked, keeping his voice low.

“Let’s just hope whatever it is doesn’t come down here,” Bobby said.

Dean opened his mouth to say something, but then he let out a yelp as suddenly Gabriel was standing in front of him.

“Miss me, Dean-o?” Gabe asked, grinning.

Dean blinked for a moment.  "Gabriel?“

"Let’s get outta here, shall we?” Gabriel asked, then the ropes holding Dean to the column disintegrated.

Dean
caught himself before falling face first onto the floor, and then Gabe
was dragging him up the stairs, a firm hand wrapped around his right
wrist.  He didn’t bother asking if Bobby and Sam were coming behind
them.  Gabe wouldn’t leave them behind.

He kept his mouth shut as
they walked through the devastation on the ground floor of the building.
 Windows blown out, office equipment strewn about, some of the pieces
on fire.

Dean didn’t see any bodies.  At least until they got
outside.  There were people wandering about, as if they had no clue what
was going on.  Dean recognized two of the people as former meatsuits
who had tied him up.

“Go home,” Gabriel said to them, heading for
the Impala and ignoring the small crowd of people in favor of fishing
the keys out of Dean’s pocket.

Dean let Gabe shove him into the
passenger seat, and as Bobby and Sam climbed into the back and Gabe got
behind the wheel, Dean opened his mouth to ask what the fuck was going
on.

“If you talk right now,” Gabriel said as he put his foot down
on the gas pedal, screeching out of the parking lot, “I might hurt you,
so just all of you keep it shut.  Please.”

They did as they were
told, even though Dean really wanted to ask why Gabe didn’t just fly
them and the car back to Bobby’s house.  He figured Gabe wouldn’t
appreciate that question anyway.


Now

“Time to go.”

Dean woke up, neck and back sore from
sleeping on a steel floor.  He blinked up at Gabriel, who was standing
over him and didn’t look all that happy to see him.

Before Dean
had a chance to respond, Gabriel leaned over and took him by the wrist.
Dean grunted as time and space scrunched all around him for a split
second, then snapped back again.  He didn’t really like the feeling, but
Gabe’s grace wasn’t back to what it was before Lucifer had nearly
killed him, which meant rough rides through time and space.

Dean
frowned at their surroundings.  It was nice and all, but it wasn’t
Bobby’s house, that’s for sure.  It was sparsely decorated, spacious,
and the hardwood floor peeked through multiple area rugs that were large
and matched the paint on the walls.

From where they were standing
Dean could see a chef’s kitchen, a generous dining room with a big
table and ten chairs, and the living room they were standing in had a
set of soft, overstuffed sofas and chairs.

It was warm.  It felt like a nice family home.  Nothing like the motels they’d stayed in over the years.

“Have a seat on the couch,” Gabe said, giving Dean a mild shove toward said couch.

Dean
stumbled a little, then caught himself before taking a seat in the
middle of the couch.  Before he could ask what the fuck they were doing
in a nice house, Gabe disappeared, leaving behind that pressure in
Dean’s ears that always came when an archangel’s wings beat near his
head.

A fraction of a second later Gabe reappeared with Castiel next to him.  "Sit next to Dean,“ Gabe said, then disappeared.

"So I think we’re in trouble,” Dean said as Cas sat down on the cushion to his left.  "Do you know where we are?“

Cas
turned to him, eyes wide, a hint of fear in his expression.  "Gabriel
has suppressed my grace.  I can’t use it to answer your question.”

“Oh.  Okay, so he’s really pissed.  Great,” Dean said, leaning back on the couch and rubbing his palms over his jeans.

Gabe reappeared, right hand wrapped around the back of Sam’s neck, Sam scrunched over and wincing.  "Sit down.“

Sam
scrambled to the couch, obviously scared, and sat down to Dean’s right.
 Gabe nodded his approval before putting his hands on his hips.

"That was fucked up,” Gabriel said.

Dean cleared his throat.  "We didn’t-“

"That’s enough!” Gabriel said, the windows in the house rattling with his words.

“Okay, we did mean to do it,” Dean said, nodding.  "We fucked up.  Bad.“

"Yeah, ya did,” Gabe said, throwing his hands up in the air, exasperated.


Then

“It’s not Sam’s fault,” Dean insisted for probably the fifty-seventh time.

“You can shut up now,” Gabe said.

Dean
opened his mouth, but nothing came out.  He frowned, grabbing at his
throat.  When he saw the look on Gabe’s face, Dean scowled at him.

 You think you can shut me up?  You can’t shut me up when you can still hear every word I say whether I can use my throat or not.

Dean realized he’d gone too far when Gabe stalked over to where
he was plastered against the wall and grabbed his upper arm, yanking him
toward the living room of Bobby’s house.

“Fuck,” Dean breathed, his vocal cords still not working.

He
didn’t bother fighting.  He’d learned months ago that only earned him
corner time after a spanking, and he really didn’t want Bobby and Sam
getting an eyeful of his red ass on display.

Dean winced as Gabe
pushed him down over the back of the sofa and landed five sharp smacks
to his ass.  They could’ve been much harder, Dean knew, so he was
relieved when Gabe pulled him back up straight and turned him around.

“You’re
not in trouble for this one,” Gabe said.  "I know Sam went behind your
back.  I know Bobby had no clue what was going on.  Neither of you did
until it was too late.“

Suddenly Dean’s voice worked again.  "Yeah, but-”

Gabe’s
mouth twitched into a small smile.  "And I know you’re so relieved I’m
alive that you’re making an issue out of this.  Distracting yourself so
you don’t accidentally spew feels all over Bobby’s rug.“

Dean rolled his eyes.  "I knew you were alive.”

Gabe wrapped his arms around him.  "No you didn’t,“ he whispered as he held on tight.

Dean
closed his eyes, hands fisting in the back of Gabe’s shirt.  He wanted
to get closer, to hold onto him and never let go.  "Thought you were
fuckin’ dead, you asshole.”

Gabe let out a chuckle.  "I know.  I’m sorry.  I needed time to recuperate.“

"But you’re okay now?” Dean asked.

Gabe pulled back.  "Not yet, but I will be,“ he said with a shrug.

"That’s why you drove us home?” Dean asked, unwilling to let go of Gabe yet.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding.  "I got a little winded just doing what I did to those demons back there.“

"You didn’t have to burn them out,” Dean said, feeling protective.

“Oh, right, and then you and Sam would bitch me out for killing innocent people,” Gabe said, smirking.

Dean smiled.  "But you didn’t have to.“

"I
know,” Gabe said, leaning forward and giving Dean a quick kiss on the
lips.  "I’m okay.  I’ll be okay.  We’ll be okay.  After I deal with your
brother.“

"Ah, c’mon, Gabe,” Dean said, pulling back and poking Gabe in the chest.  "He made some bad choices.  Not the end of the world.“

"Not
your decision,” Gabe said.  "Remember what I said after he went off to
find a cure for Bobby’s little wheelchair problem all by himself?  I
said I was going to put him over my knee like I did you.  He knew I
meant it.“

Dean sighed.  "Okay, but he’s been acting strange ever
since he and I started hunting together again.  I don’t know what the
fuck’s wrong with him, but maybe you can get him to back down.  He’s
going non-stop.”

Gabe smiled at him.  "Will do.“

Now

"So who wants to go first?” Gabriel asked, looking at the three of them.

“Huh?” Sam said just as Dean said, “Me.  They had nothing to do with it.”

“Sounds like you want me to go extra hard on you for lying,” Gabriel said, folding his arms over his chest.

Dean squirmed on the couch.  "No, I just…  It was my idea.  They went along with it.“

Sam elbowed him in the ribs.  "Dude, he knows you’re lying.  Quit making it worse on yourself.”

Gabriel
looked Sam in the eye.  "He’s not worried about that.  You may not have
realized this about your brother, but what he’s doing right now is
trying to get me so pissed at him that I forget about punishing you and
Cas.  It’s not going to work, but he’s going to try, and in the meantime
he’s earning himself corner time, which he really hates.“

Dean
squirmed as Sam turned and glared at him.  Dean shrugged and gave him a
goofy smile, and Sam rolled his eyes, focusing his attention back on
Gabriel.

"Cas and I knew what we were doing,” Sam said.  "We thought it would work, but it didn’t.“

"Do you know where you two almost ended up?” Gabriel asked, pointing between Dean and Cas.

“I assume it wasn’t good since you put us all in time out for a hell of along time,” Dean said.

“Purgatory,” Castiel said, voice low.

“Ding, ding, ding,” Gabriel said.  "Got it in one.“

Dean
paled as Sam sucked in a breath of surprise.  "Uhm, yeah, I didn’t
know,” Dean said.  "It’s real?  Purgatory’s real?“ he asked, face
screwed up in confusion.

"You didn’t call for me,” Gabe said, a
little hurt in his voice.  "How many times have I asked you guys to call
for me when shit’s going down?  Is getting your ass beat really so bad?
 Is it worse than going to Purgatory?  Because let me tell you that
it’s not.  Purgatory isn’t fun.“

"So the boxes you put us in…,” Dean said, trailing off.

Gabe
snorted.  "That was so I could cool off instead of throwing you into
Purgatory for a few years just to teach you a lesson.“  He shook his
head and began pacing the room.

"We needed to stop Dick,” Dean said, shrugging.  "You’re busy taking care of things in Heaven.“

Gabe stopped, turned, and glared at Dean.  "Is that why you did this?  You haven’t been getting enough attention?”

Dean
let out a nervous chuckle.  "Of course not!  We thought we had it
handled.  You’ve said yourself that we’re competent hunters and we can
take care of shit ourselves.“

Gabe squinted at Dean for a moment,
and Dean held his breath.  He knew that looks.  Gabe was reading his
thoughts and poking around in his head.

Finally he sighed and looked at Cas.  "You didn’t tell them.”

Cas was looking down at the coffee table in front of them.  "No.“

"You didn’t fucking tell them that the whole building might get sucked into Purgatory,” Gabe said, voice getting louder.

“No,” Cas said, voice soft and a bit of a tremble in it.

“We knew it was dangerous,” Sam said.  "We all know the risks every time we go after someone or something.“

"No, that’s not it,” Gabe said, shaking his head and squinting at Cas.

Cas shivered, then pushed himself closer to Dean.  "I’m sorry.“

"It’s okay, Cas,” Dean said.

“No, let him finish,” Gabe said to Dean.

“I was trying to make up for what I’d done,” Cas whispered.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked, sitting forward so he could see Cas on the other side of Dean.

Cas didn’t look up.  If anything he curled in on himself even more.  "I hurt you.  Both of you.  I needed to make it up to you.“

"What do you mean?” Dean asked, frowning.

Cas
finally looked up at them, eyes welling with unshed tears.  "I was
about to push the both of you away and let Dick suck me to Purgatory
with him.“

Dean flinched as Sam let out a "what?” and Gabe flopped down onto the overstuffed chair to the right side of the couch.

“I deserved it,” Cas said.


Then

“No, I don’t want it back,” Sam said, face a mask of defiance and his hands clenched at his sides.

Gabriel chuckled.  "You don’t get to decide, kid.“

Sam
screamed in rage as his soul was shoved back into his body, and when
the noise died down, Sam shivered on the floor before passing out.

"Is
he okay?” Dean asked, crouching next to his brother.  His brother, not
the soulless thing that had been walking around in his baby brother’s
skin for the last year.

“He’ll be okay,” Gabe said.  "Let’s get you guys someplace safe and quiet so he has a chance to recover.“

Dean stood up, turned around, and wrapped his arms around Gabe.  "Thank you.  Thank you for bringing my brother back.”

Cas
walked away before Dean could rip him a new one, before he could see
the hate.  He’d fucked up, and the minute Dean realized it, Cas knew
Dean would come after him.  Cas had fucked up and brought back a
soulless vessel.


Now

“It’s my fault that Sam was stuck in the cage with Lucifer for so
long,” Cas said miserably.  "I thought I knew what I was doing, but I
wasn’t good enough.“

Sam sighed.  "Cas, we’ve talked about this.  You did your best, and I don’t have any hard feelings over it.”

Cas
sniffled, a few tears running down his cheeks.  "It shouldn’t have
happened.  If Gabriel hadn’t intervened, you could’ve spent centuries
down there.“

"But I didn’t,” Sam said.

“Did you do it on purpose?” Dean asked.

Cas’ bottom lip wobbled.  "No!  I didn’t do it on purpose!“

"Dude,
you were already forgiven by both of us,” Dean said, shaking his head.
“If you didn’t mean to do it, if it was an honest mistake, there’s no
reason to still feel like you need to sacrifice yourself for us.”

Cas turned to Gabriel.  "I don’t like this feeling.“

Gabriel nodded.  "I know, kid.  You want me to help you with it?”

Cas’ body deflated with relief.  "Yes.  Please.“

"Now
wait a minute!” Dean said, standing up and holding his hands out.  
“Don’t you do a fucking thing to him!  He fucked up, but he didn’t mean
to do it.  You can’t-”

Cas flinched as suddenly both Winchesters were gone.

“What’ll help you feel better about this, Cas?” Gabe asked, voice soft.

Cas wiped the tears from his face.  "I don’t know.  They just forgave me without really thinking about it, and I can’t let go.“

Gabe
moved to the couch, sitting in the middle where Dean had been recently.
He put his left arm around Cas and tugged him closer.  "Humans are
messy, aren’t they?”

Cas nodded.  "It was easier in Heaven.“

"You
fuck up, you’re punished,” Gabe said.  "You fuck up down here and
humans just move on because they love you.  Gloss over the bad shit.“

"I
know I was loved in Heaven,” Cas said, resting his head on Gabriel’s
shoulder.  "I know you love me, but it’s so much easier to pay for the
things I’ve done than to have those I’ve wronged try to act like it
never happened.“

"Do you want them here?” Gabe asked.  "I sent
them away because I wanted to talk to you alone, but if you want them to
witness it, I’ll bring them back.“

"They won’t understand,” Cas said.  "They’ll try to stop you.“

"They will,” Gabe said, chuckling, “but I think you’re underestimating them.  They’ll understand even if they don’t like it.”

Cas nodded.  "I want them to know I’ve paid for what I’ve done.“

"Okay,” Gabe said, kissing the top of Cas’ head.  "You ready?“

"Yes,” Cas said, pulling away slowly.


Then

Cas slid under the covers while Sam was sleeping, snuggling up to
him.  Dean was snoring in the other bed, both men oblivious to the
angel who was drawing comfort from familiarity in a very un-angelic way.

He
knew he shouldn’t need it.  They had forgiven him.  He had to move on.
Sam wasn’t shunning him, and in fact he’d been more affectionate, as if
he was trying to convince Cas he’d forgiven him.

But Cas could
see it in his eyes.  He could see the way Sam was careful with him, the
way Dean kept looking away every time someone noticed he was watching
Sam so carefully, reminding himself his brother was back.

It hurt.
 More than Cas thought it would, and he knew he deserved it.  He’d left
Sam in Hell at the mercy of Lucifer.  Cas hadn’t really been forgiven.
How could he have been?

Now

Dean wasn’t happy about it.  Neither was Sam, but Gabriel had
been right, and both of them had understood, even if they hadn’t liked
it.

“He’ll feel it all,” Gabe said as he pulled Castiel over is
lap.  "I’ve pushed his grace back, and everything the vessel feels, Cas
will feel.“

Dean tensed, leaning against the wall opposite the couch as Sam shifted in the overstuffed chair nearest Dean.

Gabriel
pulled Castiel’s slacks and boxers down to his knees, Cas’ trench coat
already draped over the arm of the couch, his tie rolled up on the
coffee table, and his shoes by the door.  Gabriel ran a hand over Cas’
upturned ass.

"This isn’t because you made a mistake,” Gabriel said.

“I know,” Cas said.

“This is your absolution.”

Gabriel
didn’t give Cas a chance to respond before he brought his hand down on
Cas’ ass.  Cas flinched, but settled down again, holding still as Gabe
covered every square inch of Cas’ ass with spanks.

Dean closed his
eyes, leaning his head against the wall as Sam watched carefully.  Cas
was doing this for him, and Sam wasn’t going to look away.  He was going
to give Cas the respect of being there for him, witnessing his
absolution.

Cas tensed as Gabriel hit him harder, and he fought the urge to cover his ass until the pain became overwhelming.

“G-Gabriel,” Cas whimpered, right hand reaching back.

Gabe
didn’t stop.  In fact, he silenced Dean as Dean stepped forward, ready
to tell Gabe that was enough, and he gently pushed Dean back with his
grace.

Sam scooted forward in the chair as Castiel started to
softly cry, tears running down his cheeks as Gabe took hold of his
wrist, moving it out of the way.  Sam could barely sit still, and Gabe
admired him for doing this.  For being there when Cas needed him.

Cas tried to twist away, but Gabe held onto him, Castiel’s human strength nothing in comparison to an archangel’s.

When Castiel finally started sobbing, his body involuntarily flinching this way and that as he kicked out, Gabe stopped.  

“I’m sorry,” Cas cried into the sofa cushion.

Gabe
pulled him up, cradling him on his lap and wrapping his arms around
him.  "You’re forgiven, kid,“ he said, kissing the top of Cas’ head.

Cas
cried harder.  Barely able to breathe with the sobs that shook his
body.  Gabe could feel the relief in Cas, and he knew he’d done the
right thing.

Sam sat down next to them, pulling Cas’ legs up onto
his lap and rubbing his hands over Cas’ skin.  "I still forgive you,
Cas,” he said.

Cas reached out and took Sam by the hand, holding on tightly.

Gabe
didn’t release Cas’ grace until later that night, after they’d all had
some dinner, courtesy of Dean, and had sat in the living room watching
movies.  By that time Cas and Sam were entwined on the overstuffed chair
to the right of the couch, holding each other and mostly ignoring the
movie while Dean sat stiffly beside Gabe.

He waited until Sam and
Cas went to bed, then turned and straddled Dean’s lap.  "Do I need to
let you spank me so I can get your forgiveness?“ he asked Dean, only
half teasing.

"No,” Dean said, shaking his head.  "I can see he’s relieved.  I know what it’s like.“

"But you’re still upset with me,” Gabe said, cupping Dean’s face.

Dean
sighed.  "I don’t think so.  I mean, I’m kinda pissed at you, but I
think maybe I’m more pissed at myself for not noticing how much Cas was
hurting over the whole thing.“

"No way you could’ve known,” Gabe said, shrugging.  "He never said anything.  I didn’t know either.“

"So would you?” Dean asked, looking up at Gabe.

“Would I what?”

Dean smirked.  "Let me spank you?“ he asked as he reached behind Gabe and smacked his left ass cheek through the jeans.

Gabe chuckled, shaking his head.  "You’ll have to work for it.  I don’t give up easily.”

Dean shoved Gabe off his lap and onto the floor.  "I don’t either.“

Gabe laughed as he scrambled away, Dean hot on his trail as they headed for the bedroom.

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