Title: House Rules
Fandom: Leverage/Supernatural
Rating: T
Pairing: Dean Winchester (God)/Eliot Spencer (Metatron)
Length: 1821 words
Content notes: The songs and title for the story are taken from Christian Kane’s album House Rules.
Author notes: Hope you like it. Nothing but the idea is mine and I have to admit that I haven’t watched Supernatural further than somewhere around season five. However I saw somewhere on the internet that Dean’s amulet turns warm when he’s close to angels and this idea was born. Set somewhere in season 2 of Leverage and season four of Supernatural.
Summary: After another of Sam and Dean’s fights, they promise each other to have no more secrets. This leads Dean to have to introduce Sam to his boyfriend and lover and share a few other truths.



Dean and Sam had, after another of their fights, promised each other that they would be honest with each other. As that meant no more secrets, Dean had sat his brother down and told him all about angels and vessels. Had the other man not known Castiel, he wouldn’t have believed him.

Now they were on their way to the House, Eliot’s bar, so that Sammy could meet his friends. What his brother didn’t know, was that all the people he considered friends were angels. And the most of them weren’t originally his friends, but his lover’s, the family he had made for himself here on earth.

“What are we doing here?” Sam asked as Dean pulled into the parking lot of the House.

“You’re gonna meet my friends,” Dean answered. “I figured that was part of being honest with each other. And we’re right on time. They’re closing in five minutes.”

It was five to eleven. At eleven, the front doors would be closed and then the real fun would start.

“Let’s go,” Dean said and got out of the car with Sam hot on his heels. They just made it in, before the door was closed behind them and Dean nodded to the guy that was locking the door. The man smiled back at him brilliantly. They all knew him here.

They made their way through the crowd to the bar, where Dean sat down next to a black man and Sam sat down next to his brother. The man turned around as soon as they were seated.

“Hey daddy,” he said, grinning at Dean.

“Hi kid,” Dean greeted back and Sam nearly fell off his stool when the two men embraced. What the fuck was going on here? A squeal of “Daddy” pulled him out of his thoughts and a blonde blur threw itself at Dean. The man embraced what turned out to be a blonde woman as well.

“Hey, sweetheart. Stolen anything good in the last time?” Dean asked, grinning.

“All kinds of cool stuff. Hardison gave a really cool conspiracy theorist. He was soo cool!” the woman exclaimed. “And Eliot was a badass government guy.”

Dean smiled at her and then he turned around to his brother with the woman still in his arms.

“Sammy, this is Parker alias Mefathiel, the angel of thieves. Right next to me is Alec Hardison alias Michael, and next to you is Gabriel, but you already know him.”

Sam looked to his left and saw the trickster sitting there.

“Gabriel? Michael? As in the archangels?” he asked faintly.

“Jep, brother,” Gabriel said and then, to Dean, he added, “hello, father.”

Just then the barkeeper came to them and Sam, who thought he couldn’t take one more surprise was dished out the next one as the man caught his brother by the front of his t-shirt and yanked him in for a kiss.

“Hello lover,” the man greeted quietly, his blue eyes shining brightly.

“Hello dear,” Dean greeted back, smiling brilliantly at the man.

“I see you brought your brother,” Eliot then went on, his gaze flickering over to Sam, but just as quickly back to Dean.

“Yeah, I did. We promised each other that we would be honest with each other,” Dean said and Eliot nodded in understanding. Then he turned to Sam.

“Sammy, this is Eliot Spencer, also known as the Metatron,” he said as his hand intertwined with his lover’s.

Sam only stared at him uncomprehendingly. Only one question was going round and round in his head. ‘What the fuck is going on here? This can’t be happening.’

“You are meaning to tell me that you are sleeping with the voice of god and that you know all these angels and never said anything to either me or Castiel, who, as you know very well, is looking for three quarter of them and God?” Sam said unbelievingly.

“Yes, I am telling you exactly that,” Dean said. “I already told you that I have been able to see the truth of things for as long as I can remember.”

“Yeah, dude, but angels?” Sam asked. “You were the one that didn’t want to believe that they were real.”

“Enough of that,” Eliot cut in bitingly. “I don’t want this attitude from you or anyone here. We are here to have fun this evening and forget all that shit.”

With that, the bartender gave his towel to another and got out from behind the bar. Then the man made his way over to the small stage on the one end of the room. The people there started to applaud the moment he set a foot on the stage. It didn’t take long until Eliot grabbed the guitar sitting there, and started to sing.

So you’re tired and you’re beat and you worked all week
And you need a place you can let it go
Where the girls go wild and the boys play hard
And you need a little more than just the radio
Well here’s your open invitation
With just a couple regulations
Let me warn you son, only come to have fun
We don’t take kindly to serious
So leave your troubles at the door
Unless you want some in here

As he came to that lyric, he looked at Sam meaningfully and the young man shrunk into himself. People started to dance all around them and even two of the angels entered into the fray, Hardison and Parker, if Sam remembered correctly. Gabriel was still sitting next to Dean and him.

As soon as the chorus came around, everyone was singing with him enthusiastically, even Dean.

Welcome to my house, buckle up tight
Everybody sings and drinks and laughs and gets high
It’s a country music, a little soul
It’s a rock-n-roll rodeo
We don’t tolerate no sitting around
Everybody’s dancing, grooving and getting on down
So before you come in here with some kind of attitude
You better read the house rules

Around 11 o’clock when the front door locks
And the boys start raisin’ the bottles
Well the girls do the thing with the Mardi Gras beads
Yeah you know they gonna show ‘em if they got ‘em
And no matter what your story
A good time is mandatory
Rule number seven says don’t touch the women
But they can grab whatever they want to

One of the women came up to Dean and asked him to dance, but Gabriel got in between them.

“He’s taken,” he said, “by the boss.” He nodded to the singer on the stage and then dragged Dean off to dance. The woman just stared at them dumbfoundedly and then left with a huff. Sam stared after her and a moment later, Gabriel came back and dragged Sam after him to the dance floor.

Welcome to my house, buckle up tight
Everybody sings and drinks and laughs and gets high
It’s a country music, a little soul
It’s a rock-n-roll rodeo
We don’t tolerate no sitting around
Everybody’s dancing, grooving and getting on down
So before you come in here with some kind of attitude
You better read the house rules
There’s no such thing as last call
We pick ‘em up when they fall
We share the same bathroom stall
Says the sign on the wall
Welcome to my house, buckle up tight
Everybody sings and drinks and laughs and gets high
It’s a country music, a little soul
It’s a rock-n-roll rodeo
We don’t tolerate no sitting around
Everybody’s dancing, grooving and getting on down
So before you come in here with some kind of attitude
You better read the house rules
Boy before you come walkin’ in here with any kind attitude
Lord you better read the house rules
Ah son you better read the house rules
You better read the house rules

As the last notes died away, the people gathered broke out into applause and even Sam had a hard time to keep any kind of bad attitude up.

“God, your boyfriend can sing,” he said to Dean, who only grinned at him.

“Of course he can sing, idiot, he’s the voice of God.”

Just then the next song started.

Well I know they say all good things must come to some kind of ending
We were so damn good I guess we never stood a chance
Go on & find what you been missing and when the highway's tired of listening
You'll see I'm not that easy to forget

As soon as the first stanza was through, several of the people in the bar started to look around. Once their eyes landed on Dean, they smiled at him, some raising glasses. Dean smiled back, raising his hand.

“What…?” Sam started.

“He’s singing our song. He only sings it when I am here. Those are regulars. They know me,” Dean said. He knew that Eliot had written it for them.

I'm not goin' to try to stop you
Doesn't mean that I don't want to
If I know you you've already made up your mind
So go on and go if you're really leaving
Put a million miles between us
But you'll still feel me like I'm right there at your side

It said that it didn’t matter to him that Dean had to leave again and again, because he knew that Dean could always feel where he was and he could always call him. It always killed the two of them to have to separate, but it had to be done. They both had jobs to do after all, now even more so since some of the angels wanted to start the apocalypse.

The evening went on with alcohol flowing and everyone having a good time. Eliot sang a long time, but finally he gave over to a DJ and joined Sam, Gabriel and Dean. He immediately pulled his lover into an embrace and kissed him passionately. Sam averted his eyes, not wanting to intrude into that private moment, even though there were so many people around them.

Sam still couldn’t believe anything his brother had told him in this last three days since their fight. All this was mad. He meant, Dean was fucking a fucking angel of the lord and not just that, he was fucking God’s highest angel. If God really existed, he would be pissed when he found out.

“You know,” a voice in his ear said, and Sam spun around. He came face to face with Gabriel. “God won’t be pissed, ’cause He already knows.”

“He knows? He exists?” Sam asked dumbfounded. Gabriel smiled and looked over at the two lovers.

“Oh yes, He does,” the archangel said, and there was something in his voice, that made Sam think that there was a lot more that he didn’t know yet, a lot more to come. He just hoped that he would be able to stomach it all.

-The End-