Chapter 14 - Epilogue - 2 Years Later

"Samsquatch!" Gabriel bellowed from the foot of the stairs, impatiently tapping his foot. "Let's go already! Our brothers are expecting us in Wisconsin right now!"

The younger Winchester appeared at the top of the stairs carrying a duffle bag, looking exasperated. "Gabe, relax. This trip is supposed to be fun, remember?"

Gabriel made a face at him. "I think you and Dean are the only people I know who would classify a hunt as fun."

Sam rolled his eyes, but his expression was cheerful. He headed down the stairs, commenting, "It's just a salt and burn, Gabe. Not even all that dangerous. Dean and I decided a long time ago that basic hunts make for good bonding time."

Gabriel chuckled and held out his hand to Sam. "Well, let's get going then!"

Hesitating, Sam gave their house a cursory look. "You took care of Maxwell, right?"

"Yes, Sammy, our dog is with the neighbors, who have promised to watch the house while we're away. Happy now?" Gabriel twitched his open hand, still held out to Sam.

Pursing his lips, Sam seemed to be looking for anything he might have forgotten, but Gabriel was pretty thorough. Their nice small house in the French countryside would be fine for a few days. "Alright, let's go." Sam placed his hand in Gabriel's and they vanished.

Dean was in the middle of explaining to Castiel why this particular spirit interested in him when their brothers appeared.

"Hey, dude," Dean called, before turning back to Castiel. "Basically, this girl died because of an accident, but her spirit is restless so she's causing accidents for other people. She's not hard to track, but more people are going to start getting hurt if we don't put her to rest. It's not a hard hunt, and the four of us haven't hunted together in, what, four months?" Dean shot Sam a look for clarification.

The younger hunter had already tossed his duffle bag in the corner and hooked up his laptop to Wi-Fi while his brother was talking. "All together? Yeah, about four months. You and I went after that demon thing last month, but its otherwise pretty much just been you and Cas."

"Which I can totally live with," Gabriel commented from the sofa where he'd made himself comfortable. "You two actually enjoy hunting, whereas I'm rather partial to my house. Once in awhile it's nice to stretch out the hunting muscles though." He shot a look at Sam, who was smiling at him. They'd long ago established how hunting was going to work in their new lives. Dean and Castiel hunted together in much the same way the Winchesters had always hunted together. Every so often Dean and Sam would work a case together, or all four of them would join forces, but Sam and Gabriel were perfectly content to live peacefully, and that's what they were doing. Most of the time.

"That's why we're going to protect the next victim while you two do the salting and burning," Dean told him. "She was thirteen when she died, so she's taking out all these petty vendettas against the descendants of the people who were mean to her as a kid."

"Mmm. That sucks," Sam commented. "Which cemetery?"

Gabriel tuned out the hunting conversation and motioned for Castiel to join him on the couch. "How've you been, bro?"

"Quite well, Gabriel, thank you for asking," Castiel replied, smiling far more easily than he used to. It was a natural movement now, rather than something he had to think about.

"Keeping Dean-o out of trouble?" Gabriel asked, sticking his tongue out at Dean when the older hunter turned around to give him the finger.

"We make a good team," Castiel responded, his voice full of satisfaction. "It would be nice to see you and Sam more frequently."

Sam looked up, entering the other conversation. "What are you talking about, Cas? We see you guys like twice a week, at a minimum. We even see Bobby every week."

"That's true," Castiel acknowledged. "This arrangement just feels different from before. Back in the old days, to use an idiom."

"Ah yes, the good old apocalypse. Gotta miss the good old days, right, guys?" Gabriel teased, rolling his eyes.

Dean chuckled, but placed his hand comfortingly on Castiel's shoulder. "I get what you're saying, Cas. Back then we were a united team, and we were together all the time. Now, it's like we have this family routine thing. It's practically domestic, except for the fact that you guys are in France of all freaking places, and Cas and I still hunt."

Sam was smiling wistfully. "Yeah, I can see what you mean too. I mean, domestic is pretty sweet in my opinion." He glanced at Gabriel and blushed. "Maybe it would be fun to take a trip all together or something. Like just take a week off and spend time together."

"Dude, Hawaii!" Dean blurted almost immediately, looking excited.

"Dean, if you had a desire to go to Hawaii, I could have taken you at any moment," Castiel pointed out, sounding slightly offended.

"I don't have an overwhelming desire to go to the beach, Cas," Dean said with exasperation. "I just think a vacation in Hawaii would be awesome."

Gabriel looked highly amused, but was giving Sam a speculative look. "I think we could make that work. I'm sure the neighbors can watch Maxwell a little longer."

"I can't believe you named your dog Maxwell, Sam," Dean muttered at his brother, feigning disappointment. "Why not something cooler?"

"It's a golden retriever, Dean, not a rottweiler. Maxwell is a great name." Sam made a face at Dean and then grinned.

"Eh, whatever." Dean shook his head and began messing with Castiel's hair, which caused the angels expression to change immediately from mild interest to extreme pleasure.

"Guys, family members in the room?" Gabriel hinted, his tone full of mirth.

Castiel flushed, but Dean just grinned. "We booked you guys another room!" He offered, ignoring the bitch face Sam through at him.

"How about we leave the pairing off into separate rooms until after we burn the bones?" Sam reminded them.

"Oh, ghost, right." Dean reluctantly left Castiel's side to pick up the bag of supplies he'd been packing. "Alright, let's take care of that. Spirit, then bed, then Hawaii. Sound good?"

"I can get behind that plan," Gabriel agreed, still sounding amused. "Have fun, you two!" He gave Dean and Castiel a cheeky wave as the duo vanished, then extended his hand to Sam again. "Time to burn some bones! Let's be quick about it, I'm already horny."

"You're always horny," Sam replied, his tone somewhere between exasperated and amused. He took Gabriel's hand and they reappeared in a graveyard. "I don't suppose you want to use that angelic muscle to help me dig?" Sam asked hopefully.

"Samsquatch, you know how much I love watching you work out," Gabriel said innocently. "I think I'm just too tired from flying around to help you today."

Sam rolled his eyes, but resigned himself to doing the digging on his own. He knew Gabriel would probably get impatient and finish the job at some point, but there was no harm in giving his archangel boyfriend a little show first. He stripped off his plaid over shirt leaving the form fitting undershirt that was practically painted onto his body. He knew his ass rocked in these jeans, and he fully intended to take advantage of that. Straightening himself into a good starting position, he launched the shovel into the ground and began to dig, grinning when he began to hear small but distinctive moans coming from behind him.

In the end, Sam was right. Gabriel only let him dig for about twenty minutes before snapping the grave open himself. When Sam raised an eyebrow at him, Gabriel moved to stand right behind him and growled in his ear, "Burn the damn bones so we can get back to the motel. Or would you like me to take you against a tombstone?"

Shivering lightly, Sam managed to keep his presence of mind long enough to salt the bones, cover them in lighter fluid, and set the blaze. Pleased with himself, he backed away from the burning grave and pulled out his cell phone, hitting his first speed dial.

"Yeah?" Dean's voice answered.

"Salted and burned. You should be good." Sam wrapped his free arm around Gabriel, who looked wildly impatient for Sam to finish this conversation.

"Okay, awesome. I guess we'll see you...tomorrow then." Dean's voice cracked a little under the awkward implications, and Castiel could be heard in the background muttering something in a low voice.

"Yeah, dude, tomorrow. Pack your swim trunks." Sam closed the phone with a grin and turned his full attentions to Gabriel. The minute he did so, they were in their motel room, but Sam barely noticed due to the intense kissing he happened to be participating in.

Gabriel was clearly impatient, because he snapped away both of their clothes and had Sam pinned down to the bed in an instant, driving him wild with kisses and bites against his lips, collarbone, and chest, moving progressively lower.

"Oh, God," Sam managed to say, before he was completely distracted by Gabriel's crotch gyrating against his own.

"Nah, you can call me Gabe," the archangel teased.

Sam grunted and shot Gabriel a glare. "It wasn't funny the first hundred times either, Gabe," he huffed, gyrating back against Gabriel and causing the archangel to lose his concentration completely.

"Shut up, you know I'm hilarious." Gabriel managed to reply.

"Stop talking," Sam growled, tightening his grip in Gabriel's hair.

The archangel was happy to oblige.

In Dean and Castiel's room, the scenario was much the same, except that Dean was actually pinned down by Castiel's grace, looking up with eager adoration at the feral expression on his angel. Castiel had discovered the power of teasing and control a long time ago, and nothing was more arousing to either of them than Castiel when he took control.

"I must say, Dean," Castiel murmured, taking a break from mapping the hunter's chest with his tongue, "I've quite sure there's not another being on earth even half as beautiful as you." He allowed a wicked grin to take over his expression, though his eyes twinkled with the passion of his love. "Especially when I have you like this."

Dean moaned loudly and writhed against his invisible bonds, gyrating up towards his angel in desperation. "Please, Cas..." He begged.

"Mmm...I love it when you beg for me," Castiel whispered, returning to his ministrations.

Resigning himself to Castiel's teasing, Dean took deep breaths, trying to control the raging arousal that was controlling him at the moment.

"Do you want me inside you, Dean?" Castiel murmured, having finished Dean's chest and kissed the tip of the hunter's erection.

"Yes, yes, yes," Dean chanted, his eyes glazed over with longing. "Now, please, Cas!"

Castiel grinned and slowly began to open his hunter up, relishing the noises coming out of the man. This was their heaven.

The next morning, the two couples met at the front desk of the motel, turning in their key cards before heading outside.

"So...Hawaii?" Dean asked, deliberating not looking anyone in the eye. It was just too weird knowing that they all knew perfectly well what the others had been up to last night.

"Hawaii," Sam confirmed, grinning down at Gabriel and winking. A vacation would be good.

There was a pause, then the warm and muggy sensation of a climate change hit them, followed by the smell of sea air.