The angels stare at each other with various levels of confusion.
“I have not heard of ‘Destiel.’ It sounds like an angel name, but it is not one I know.” Raphael frowns, trying to place why it seemed familiar.
“I’m pretty sure Sam is the only new angel since Dad stopped making them,” Gabriel says, “so I’m clueless.”
Castiel looks to the Winchesters. Mary is as confused as the angels, but Sam and Dean are…not confused. Which confuses Castiel further.
“Sam? Dean? Do you know this question pertains to?” he asks, drawing everyone’s attention to the two brothers.
“You sure it isn’t Deastiel?” Sam snickers.
“I-it is neither!” Dean yells, his face growing more red with each passing second. “Besides, I thought you prefered ‘Samstiel.’“
Sam laughs until tears stream down his face.
“Are these,” Castiel pauses, unsure how to phrase it, “angel names you have chosen for yourselves?”
Sam howls.
Dean pushes him onto the floor, whispering, “Bitch.”
Sam laughs harder, unable to respond with his usual comeback.
“Well, now I really want to know,” Mary says, looking expectantly at her oldest son.
“Ugh,” Dean groans. “Fine. So, you know how I told you that Chuck was writing a book series about me and Sam when we first found him? Well, the books got a cult following.” He shudders, remembering Becky. “A couple years ago, we did a hunt where a teacher and some students disappeared. They were all involved in a theatrical production…of Supernatural: The Musical.”
“Oh my,” Mary grins. “Do you think I could find it on that RedTube site?”
Sam hits the floor with his fists. Laughter cuts off his ability to breathe. The angels watch him, torn between amusement and concern.
“Oh my God, Mom. No!!” Dean yells. “It’s YouTube. YOU-Tube! Not RedTube!”
“Oh, I just remember it has a red logo. What’s RedTu–”
“It’s nothing!” Dean takes a deep breath. “Anyway, the girls putting on the show had some interpretations that they felt were hidden in the subtext of the books.”
“Interpretations? Of subtext? Sounds kinky,” Gabriel says. “Do tell more.”
“I am going to kill all of you,” Dean mutters, then scowls at Sam on the floor, “especially you.”
“No murder!” Mary orders. “At least until I hear what Destiel means.”
“It’s…it’s what…” Sam struggles through laughing fits, rolling out of range from Dean’s kick. “It’s the name the girls gave to the romantic pairing of Dean and Cas!”
Silence falls over the group.
“Oh my Dad,” Gabriel whispers, “this is the best day of my life.”
“What did our Father write that led to readers believing we were together?” Castiel asks. He’s looking to Dean for the answer.
“Man, who knows?!” Dean rubs the back of his neck, slightly calmer now that all has been revealed. “Those crazy fans used to pair me and Sam together before you entered the picture. And we only skimmed a few of the earlier books.”
“Probably all those long, silent stares you gave each other,” Sam says.
“Students turned the Winchester Gospels into a musical?” Raphael asks.
“I want those books.” Gabriel stands and pulls Raphael to his feet. “We need those books.” They disappear in a whispered rush of wings.
“Shit.” Dean stares at where they’d been standing. “I’m burning every copy that enters this bunker.”
“They’re online,” Sam tells Mary, then jumps up and sprints from the room.
Dean is on his heels, screaming, “SAM!!”
Mwahahahaha *giggles uncontrollably*
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