Sam violently snapped the dust away from the book he was holding with the piece of cloth. No matter how thorough he was it seemed like the library always had a space where a good dusting was necessary and he was taking profit of that right now to vent off his anger.
-Sam?
-Hey Cas, what’s up?
-…Are you alright?
Sam was about to give a casual nod but paused a moment and sighed. -No I’m not.
-What happened?
-Nothing Cas, that’s the problem, nothing’s happened.
The seraph obviously didn’t understand what Sam was talking about, he doubted about elaborating with Cas as confident but he was desperate to let go of his pent up frustration. He leaned against the bookcase sighing, unable to lift his gaze in the middle of his frustration.
-You see I -sigh- well, I like Gabriel a lot. And yeah the sex was great and everything but I’d really like to have something more with him and I’m not sure how he feels about me or if he actually feels something for me apart from the obvious sexual attraction.
Sam waited for the angel to say something back while pressing his fingers on his temple in frustration but when the silence became too dense he turned his head towards Castiel. In any other moment he would have laughed at the seraph’s reaction but considering the issue he was discussing he felt rather restless because Castiel looked just as shocked as a deer in front of headlights.
-You are… having sex with Gabriel?
Oh crap, Gabriel and Cas were brothers. How could he actually have forgotten that? Completely embarrassed, Sam immediately went close and held Castiel’s shoulders between his hands.
-Shit Cas I’m so sorry! This is so awkward. Please promise me you’ll forget what I just said.
Castiel fixed his blue eyes in Sam’s, his face a clear mirror of the turmoil inside.
-Please.
All the seraph could do was nod before separating himself from the hunter. He made his way back to his room. Or at least that was the idea. He was stopped by a strong hand in the middle of the bedroom hallway.
-Dude, you alright? -Castiel just turned and tried to fix his sight on Dean. The hunter immediately knew something was definitely not right. -Wow, man, calm down. What the hell happened?
Castiel opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. Even he didn’t understand why he was behaving like that. He felt himself faltering and made a hold on Dean’s shirt, hiding his face on his chest. When Dean felt the seraph’s trembling hands he hugged him hard.
-It’s alright, Cas, I’m here. We’re here.
Dean lead the seraph into his room and made him sit on the bed while he went to fetch some beers from the kitchen as fast as he could, ignoring Gabriel’s inquiry of where was he heading to with a quick ‘Not now’. Once back at the room, he placed one on Castiel’s hand and began to drink his own, reclining over his bookcase.
-So?
-…so?
-What happened?
Castiel just frowned. The more he thought about it the more it bothered him.
-You were right.
Dean just stayed where he was. He knew well how to give Cas his time.
-Gabriel already… -Cas gulped as well as he could with his dry mouth -He and Sam…
Dean tensed up. He knew sooner or later this time would come and he thought he would be ready for it but he was overwhelmed by the feeling of having your guts clenched up tight beneath the skin. He didn’t want to listen anymore but there was something more pressing in front of him. Something he had suspected for years now but never got enough proof about.
-And how do you feel about it?
Castiel turned towards Dean. Deep blue filled with sadness inside.
-…. I should be happy about.
-But you’re not.
-I don’t understand why. I thought that looking at him happy would be enough. But right now I feel like, like…
-Like everything’s falling upon you and you just want to run away?
How Dean managed to put into words his own feelings and thoughts was something Castiel would never understand. The same way that just a gaze between them sometimes became an entire conversation. Still, there was no feelings towards him the way he had for Sam.
Many times after his experience as a human being he wondered about it. Maybe this connection means more, maybe this is what real love was about. But a glance at Sam’s eyes and soul and a grace from his hand over his shoulder sent shivers upon his body that Dean’s fraternal touch, close as it was, never did. Been turned into a human had been the worst thing that could’ve ever happened to him.
-I don’t know Cas, maybe you should fight for it. -Castiel turned his head towards Dean. Obviously asking what was the fight for. -Yeah, fight for Sam. You know the phrase, all is fair in love and war.
-I don’t think I…
Dean took a soft but deep breath to cut off his friend’s rant.
-Look Cas, all I know is that you’ve been in love with Sam for a long ass time and never did a thing about it. And this is your last chance. When Sam makes a choice it’s really hard to make him change his mind so if you really want to fight for him it’s now or never. Yeah and don’t give me that look, it’s pretty obvious to me. So go on and fight for me, sorry, fight for him.
Castiel just glanced at Dean, it was pretty easy to say that when you were not in the pinch he was. Sam would be happy with Gabriel, he was conversational and fun and everything Cas was not. Despite everything that had happened with him before the Apocalypse, Sam didn’t seem to hold a grudge against the archangel anymore so what was the point? It was better to just do the best to bury those feelings away.
After Castiel left, Sam couldn’t help but feel worse about everything. It had been a huge blunder to talk about himself having sex with his brother and it had been obvious it was a very delicate matter to Cas. But why? He had never showed any kind of issue talking about stuff other people would find embarrassing before.
It seemed like everything started going haywire ever since he involved himself with Gabriel.
-You called?
Sam jumped startled. -Dude! Don’t scare me like that!
-Gabriel just sent him a blank stare. -Well, considering how much you’re thinking about me right now I’d be more scared if I hadn’t showed up.
-I wasn’t… Ok I was but it’s not like I was praying for you.
-Still close enough for me to listen… So what now? Ready for another heavenly experience?
-What? No! uh… -Sam let out a dejected sigh. -I mean you’re good at bed.
-Naturally.
-But I’d like to have something more.
-…Meaning?
-Like a relationship.
-Oh.
-Which by your face I assume you don’t.
-Yyyyeah sorry kiddo. I don’t see you that way.
Sam just sighed and nodded. He had known it already but it never felt good to hear it. And then blurted what had been in his mind.
-But you do see Dean that way.
Gabriel choked on
-Huh!? Dear me no! No no no no no no no no! I mean yeah your brother’s hot and all but there’s just no… Nnnnnope. Nope. Not. Nuh uh. Just… no.
Sam just nodded in approval. -Right, ok…
-Yep…
-So… You free right now?
Gabriel turned on his malicious look. -Right here?
Sam sat over the edge of the table, he wasn’t really sure what was moving him at that moment.
-Sure, why not?
Gabriel went towards Sam. It didn’t feel right. The cards had been placed on the table and he didn’t have to worry about Sam getting the wrong impression but still there was something tugging him inside that he was desperately trying to push back.
That something was precisely the reason why he was pressing himself towards Sam’s lips. He didn’t want to feel it. He didn’t want to acknowledge or accept it at all because the moment he did he would be utterly lost.
I was wonder if you can draw it? I bet Sam would totally fall un love with his old style and Dean would laugh because “ duude! Are you wearing a dress????” and Cas probably would feel somehow nostalgic because he used to see Gabriel with that look all the time 🤔 ANYWAY I LOVE YOUR ART, IT GIVES ME LITERALLY AND EXTRA LIFE EVERY TIME I SEE IT❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ Part. 2
-No Gabe! NO! We’re not there yet! Dammit! Now stop that before I find a way to stab you with your own fucking blade!
-Dean…
-I’d rather have you stab me with something else but hey, we can somehow work it out.
Dean just groaned his gaze away into the road, adamant on ignoring Gabriel now. Gabriel didn’t actually mind that, he knew he was being a little shit but he wanted Dean’s attention and he didn’t care whether it was good or bad. He only snorted and showed him his tongue in mock through the rearview.
Castiel looked at his brother and questioned him with a gaze. Gabriel just shrugged, sighed and went to look outside the window. Looking at the clouds go by on the sky.
Dean was tense. He hadn’t wanted to snap at him like that but it looked like that day the archangel had got up with all the intention of ruining him. First blatantly throwing sexual invites with Sam by his side and now literally acting like a child. If it weren’t for his brother he’d definitely wouldn’t have last the past half an hour.
The rest of the road had gone relatively smooth. The tenseness had begun to lift away but Dean still felt the archangel’s gaze on him from time to time. He didn’t dare look back. Once back at the bunker, well into the settled night, Dean stayed to give Baby a cleaning. Once Sam grabbed his duffle bag and moved away the garage with Cas Gabriel finally spoke again.
-…Wanna go have some fun?
Dean looked back at him. He was evidently pondering whether he should talk to the archangel at that moment.
-You know, that bar at Missouri, where we met the creole dancer with the Chinese chair?
Dean’s eyes lit up. -Yeah I remember. That… That time was good…
Gabriel didn’t need to see into his mind to tell at a glance he really wanted to go but once more something dark took possession of him and his shoulders went down. He coughed. -Pass.
-…What?
-Yeah, I… I need some rest.
Gabriel’s mouth was open in disbelief. -…But the creole dancer!
Dean glanced sideways in a clear attempt to avoid Gabriel’s eyes and more questions and was he actually blushing?
-Yeah no, maybe, maybe another day.
Gabriel groaned in frustration.
-Hey, you wanna do something? Take Sam instead.
Gabriel looked at Dean as if he had hit him for a moment and vanished away from the garage, angry glare on his stance. Once he found Sam sorting some books over his desk, he appeared inside the room and locked the door behind.
-Gabriel? What…?
He was stopped mid-sentence when Gabriel forced him onto the chair and straddled him, pressing their lips together. The kiss was rough and desperate, Sam could feel the archangel’s fingers meddling with his hair and pulling it from behind, enough to start making his body react. He introduced his hands under his shirt and began to caress his skin roughly. The archangel separated himself from the hunter enough to allow him to breathe. Hungry eyes looking down to Sam’s hard dick hiding under his jeans.
-I need to fuck Sam. I need to fuck right now.
Sam immediately grabbed Gabriel from the ass, all prudence thrown out through the window and took him to the bed, falling on top of him. Sam began to fumble with the zipper of his jeans but Gabriel stopped his hand and snapped everything away. Sam just looked at Gabriel with a hungry look and went back to his lips holding himself over him with one hand while using the other to hold his dick up, tempting around for Gabriel’s entrance. It was hard to concentrate with the angel kissing him and using his nails on his back.
He didn’t know about Gabriel but since the moment he had gone down on him, Sam had been with the urge of finding someone to relieve that particular itch, that such someone suddenly happened to be the origin of it all was more than an added bonus.
Finally finding what he was looking for, he inserted himself fast, the archangel arched with a loud sigh that made Sam go relentless against him.
For a moment, nothing really mattered but the sense of skin against skin, the thin layer of sweat forming between both men, the rush of heat that came along a well placed bite and the urgency of fingernails diving into the firmness of the other’s flesh. Gabriel’s hushed pants enticed Sam’s desire, who was also reaching for air quietly but fast. It was almost like none of them wanted to be heard outside the walls of the bedroom they were in that moment.
At some point Sam placed one of Gabriel’s legs over his shoulder, thrusting in from a different angle that made Gabriel tighten up his grip on the hunter’s cock. Both men started to groan following the pace of Sam’s thrusts. From his advantage point, Sam was tempted by the soft lines of Gabriel’s neck and plunged towards it, biting hard, ready to mark the archangel’s skin. Gabriel gave away a soft yelp, a bit startled by the hunter’s impulse but then began to laugh and bit his lip to avoid getting louder.
Sam took that as a challenge, he went hard and fast against Gabriel, dancing his lips somewhere between biting his neck and taking a moment for breathing, the grinding of both bodies sweating profusely as the time ran on them. Sam felt the building of his climax reaching its peak fast when the archangel began to drag his nails over his back upwards. Gabriel’s fast paced breathing also showing his arousal.
When the time for release came, Sam held Gabriel’s legs and pulled him upwards, bending him over and cumming hard inside of him, both men groaning in pleasure while Gabriel finally had his own climax, strangling a last word in his throat that never made it out. Sam just allowed himself to drop over the bed, taken over by the relaxation that came with the great work out he just had.
When he began to doze off Gabriel just magically laid him over the mattress in a better position and covered him with his blanket. Leaving the place as fast as he had entered it.
The following weeks were quite busy. A nest of vampires, a salt and burn and a misleading ghoul had kept the brothers at work and on the road, Castiel at the backseat of the impala looking away into the horizon as he usually did.
Gabriel used to stay in the car for a while but disappeared whenever he got fed up of the endless road trip. Still, every single day breakfast was ready for both Sam and Dean. Dean assumed Sam was waking up early enough to get the food for both of them and never questioned it. Sam on the other side assumed Gabriel had told Dean something about it. In the end, it didn’t really matter since waking up to a fully served breakfast always made them lighten up, making the day much better.
Castiel on the other hand knew better, since he was always awake and felt his brother’s magic at work. On the last day after the ghoul hunt he turned towards the appearing food.
-Brother?
-What’s up Bluejay?
Both angels talking low due to the sleeping hunters.
-If you want to make Sam happy, why don’t you stay with us all the time?
-I want to make Dean happy, not Sam. If Sam’s smiling at the start of the day then that’s good enough for Dean and me.
-Yes but…
Gabriel looked at Castiel soberly. -Castiel, shouldn’t you be the one trying to make Sam happy?
-What do you mean?
From the talk Gabriel had had with Castiel some time ago in the bunker, there was one thing he had understood immediately and that was that his brother was profoundly in love with Sam but didn’t feel like he deserved him. No matter how he tried to rephrase the question, Castiel’s answers were always vague about the theme. It was like he believed that as long as they were not formed into words, his feelings wouldn’t develop. Gabriel just sighed.
-I’m just saying that I might make him happy but if that happens then I don’t want to see you moping around like an idiot afterwards.
Castiel would have retorted but Sam moved over his bed, waking up from the sleep he rightfully deserved after having to stay awake almost all night searching all over a graveyard. He sat back over and began to rub his eyes while waking up. Once he regained enough consciousness to speak he turned towards Gabriel and Castiel.
-Mornin’
Gabriel leaned towards Castiel with a sly smile, whispering softly enough that the hunter couldn’t hear him -Don’t you love the way his messed up hair falls over his face when he just wakes up?
Castiel, who was obviously looking at Sam turned away from the sight with a faint tint of red coloring his cheeks.
-Mornin’ Sammich. Had a good sleep?
Sam groaned faintly while making a go to step away from the bed. -I think I could do with a couple hours more.
-Well I know what I’d do with a couple hours more on your bed but I don’t think that’s what you’d wish.
Sam turned to look at Gabriel, he was about to oblige into his untone but noticing Castiel’s embarrassed stance by his side he refrained himself and looked away troubled and red.
-…I think I need some coffee.
-A fine blend of Coffea Arabica coming right up.
The wonderfully strong scent of the quality coffee Gabriel had appeared began to stir Dean out of his slumber. The sound of the hunters starting the day filled the small hotel room with some sort of homeliness that only got increased by the fact Gabriel had improved his original idea of pancakes for a full stack of waffles topped with fruit, sided with sausages and bacon now that he was evidently staying there with them for the rest of the day.
Gabriel forced Cas to sit by their side while they had breakfast and made small talk with them about their case when suddenly Dean huffed out a bit annoyed.
-Why do you even care? You never stay for the cases anyway.
-Oh, is that it now? Well I recall someone blatantly telling me that I was more of a nuisance than a help last time I joined one of those.
-Guys…
-Because you were trying to hook up with the police officer while we were in the middle of the case!
-You’re just jealous that I actually got out with her unlike you. Or should I say instead of with you?
A wagging of Gabriel’s eyebrows proved that he was definitely out to get Dean now. Dean just looked at him with a blank stare and proceeded to hold his hands up in defeat.
-Ok, you know what? It’s way too early for me to start this kind of thing. I need at least two more cups of joe filled up to the brim for that.
-A good old fashioned blowjob could have the same effect.
-Gabe!
Gabriel turned to look at Sam in a would be innocent stance. -What?
Dean just went back to his breakfast, he looked more calm than his brother who was blushing wildly while reprobing the archangel but you could still see a faint pink rising up through his neck. Gabriel didn’t say a thing about it but made note of the fact.
-Sigh… Fiiiine. No more slurring words until breakfast is done. -He then proceeded to fork the sausage of his plate and eat it, sticking his tongue out to lick it before it reached his mouth and letting his eyelids fall onto it in a very nuanced way before turning them at Dean. He groaned in pleasure while eating it after taking his time to get a good bite. -Man, not to toot my own horn but this breakfast is awesome.
Even if Castiel had tried to, there was just no way to avoid the sexual tension that filled the table after Gabriel’s action. Sam had just chuckled and waved his head in denial, looking down at his plate when he realized what Gabriel was about to do, trying to control his red cheeks from blushing a lot more and his lower parts from reacting to very specific memories triggered by the archangel’s actions. Dean on the other side, had kept his eyes fixed on Gabriel while mindlessly munching his own food, daring Gabriel to go on. His pupils had dilated and his eyes darkened. Once Gabriel was done with his act he turned down again to his plate. Dean’s breathing was heavier than normal, but not enough for Sam to notice.
Castiel just coughed up a bit after his brother’s act was done. -So, we’re going back to the bunker?
-Well, I haven’t found a new case yet…
-As soon as we’re done with breakfast we’ll hit the road. I need some rest.
“This is stupid. Like, really stupid. It’s the most stupid idea you could ever have.”
Dean was trailing behind Gabriel through a forgotten path in the middle of a forest, doing his best to keep his dress far from the mud of the ground.
“Well I think you totally look the part, my beautiful maiden” Gabriel chuckled while stopping to do a curtsy towards Dean who bitchfaced him in return.
“Look, all I’m telling you right now is: if this doesn’t work, and I’m pretty damn sure it won’t, I’m frying your wings in holy oil”
“It’s fine Dean! I’m telling ya! They don’t know Loki’s gone and Sygin’s MIA, not that she’d actually help us I guess, you just have to play the part of my new fiancee so you can go search the place for the necklace we need while I entertain the rest of the gods in the main house.”
“Yeah I get that part of the plan but how exactly am I gonna pass for a beautiful maiden? I mean, these gods DO have eyes don’t they?”
“That’s because you never saw Thor disguised as Freyja…”
Dean sent Gabriel a very doubtful stare.
“Ok look, we already agreed that we needed a real person for this because they would be able to tell a mirage from the real thing and I cannot leave their stares. Right?”
“Right”
“The thing here is, even though, yes, I could have brought any other girl of your choice; you’re still gonna be forced to drink a lot. And when I say a lot I mean A LOT. So it’s better if it’s you. I’m gonna use a bit of a distracting spell that will make you look more uhm, feminine. Enough for them to believe the lie but not notice the magic. Trust me, they’ll only have a fair and pure maiden in front of their eyes. You’d even be able to lure a unicorn by your side.” Gabriel followed his words with an impression of how he believed a maiden would move.
“Well I gotta admit that the way things are right now I’m more likely to catch a unicorn than a good night’s sleep…” Grunted Dean, looking back at the previous sleepless nights on the library this headache of a case had given them.
“That’s the spirit Dean-o! Now let’s hit a party worthy of the gods!”
Tapping his walking stick against a rock near his foot three times and saying some words in old norse, he waited until a rainbow that apparently came out of nowhere landed in front of him.
“Ready?” Gabriel extended his hand towards Dean with a wide smile, loud cheering noises of joy and general festivity coming from where the magical road started.
Dean wavered while placing his hand on Gabriel’s but listening to all the noise he had to admit this was starting to look good. More than good. Heck, maybe he would even be able to have more fun than what he expected.
Gabriel seemed to have read his thoughts.
“Oh, by the way Dean, just a quick reminder that what happens in Asgard, stays in Asgard.”
It all started two days ago when Jack, left behind on a hunt, had disappeared from the Winchester’s eyes only to show up a couple of hours later without saying a thing of where he had been.
Dean, bless his soul, was the first one to suspect something was odd; having been the one to deal with Sam’s tendency to take care of lost pets, hiding them from his father’s strict sight ever since childhood. He even felt warm inside remembering those simpler days when he finally spotted the young nephilim looking around towards the hallway before stepping out of his room the dawning of the third day.
“Jack!”
The kid jumped startled while locking his room but managed to turn towards Dean in a nonchalant way with a wide smile.
“Good morning Dean, how are you today?”
“Never better kid. Never better.”
“Good.”
An awkward moment of silence spread itself over the two that was eventually broken by Dean, who cleared his throat.
“So, how are you?”
“I’m good. Thank you for asking.” Smile.
“Really..?” Jack doubted for a second when Dean used his inquisitive tone. “Because you see, you’re acting strange.”
“…I am? Not! Not at all! I am being normal. Perfectly normal.”
“I see… Well, let’s hit the kitchen then, those pancakes ain’t gonna cook themselves up anytime soon.” He said with a broad smile, surrounding the nephilim with his arm and pulling him away from his door, sensing a stiffness on his stance that was quite telling.
Later on the evening, he clearly heard Sam all the way from the kitchen while he was chilling on his laptop at the main room oval table.
“Jack? What are you taking all that meat for?”
“I… am hungry” Dean could swear he could see Jack’s wide smile after his matter-of-fact statement.
“Oh, it’s ok, it’s just uh… Do you know how to cook it?”
“Oh I was going to take it raw.”
Odd silence.
“Jack, you do realize you need to cook the meat if you want to eat it, right?”
That was Dean’s cue.
“Hey Sammy! Come on over fast!” He belted out loud enough for Sam to rush where he was, leaving Jack unattended.
“What? What is it!?”
“Oh, nothing man, I just wanted to show you this video. It’s funny as hell” Sam sent Dean a bitchface before turning around on his heel and leaving.
Soon enough Dean heard Sam’s footsteps bringing him back from the kitchen. He didn’t need his brother to say anything to know by his face he was going to be consulted about something.
“Yeah? Wassup?”
“Uhm, Jack fled with all the raw meat”
“I knew it!” A shit eating grin plastered his face while he stood up in victory. Sam only looked at him questioningly.
“That kid will have wished to ask me for permission after I’m done with him. Come along Sammy, and don’t make any noise.”
Slow but surely, the Winchesters made their way to Jack’s door. The more they approached, the clearer they could hear some sort of animal grunts.
“Stop, stop! You’ll choke if you eat that fast! Come on, calm down. I promised you I’d feed you, you don’t have to glomp everything.” The animal noises became calmer. “That’s it, good! You’re a good girl!” sounds of petting, grunt noises of happy approval. Sam didn’t need to hear more to realize the situation they were in and was sure his brother would scream at Jack about being an irresponsible brat until his ear fell off.
“Dean…” Was all he could faintly let out with a hint of begging in his voice. Please don’t scorn the kid was all he was asking for in that single syllable. But his brother turned to him with a steeled eye that told him he could as well give up at that exact moment. He wasn’t going to change his mind.
Their silent conversation was cut off when they clearly heard a short exclamation followed by laughter and the sound of the animal’s claws scratching the concrete floor. Dean didn’t know what kind of dog Jack had brought into the bunker but it sure sounded massive.
“Hahaha! Stop! Don’t… don’t lick me! Ew! Gross! Stop!” More laughter and the sound of frantic paws scurrying at one spot in a clear sign of friendly struggle.
Meanwhile, like a well trained swat team, Sam and Dean placed themselves in front of the door and opened it with a slam.
And they freezed.
Dean had been quite sure about what kind of words he was going to start his righteous speech until he saw Jack plastered on the floor struggling against the animal with his hands, a bit aback that they had found him like that but still with a smile as bright as the sun.
“D…Dean! Sam! Uh…” Was all he could say before a well placed licking made the kid do awkward faces full of gross. “Ew! Uh, uhm I know I should’ve asked before but she was looking so sad and lonely and she didn’t have an owner and… and…” He hugged her in a would be protective way “C—can we keep her?”
Sam on the other hand could understand why his brother had gone hermetically pale and silent. The problem he faced now was not only about Dean telling Jack off for bringing in a dog, because if his brother ever got his words back, things were going to be far worse considering the kid had brought one in that was completely and utterly invisible.
Gabriel pulled Sam down to his height with one hand on the lower part of his neck and the other grabbing his plaid shirt tight. Sam got a knot in his stomach feeling the strength the archangel held, it was easy to forget what he really was with how he moved so much like any other human being.
Truth is, no matter how many times he had thought about making out with Gabriel the library had never been one of the planned scenarios, particularly after they had found him with Rowena last time. Sam used to tell to himself there was not a chance he would allow for it to happen in the same place for his own pride.
And yet here he was, starting to surround him, treading his fingers lightly along his sides, testing the waters as to how far he was allowed to go. Since the archangel wasn’t doing anything against it he went all the way and surrounded him completely.
Gabriel had never planned of doing this at all but glancing at Dean get the seraph into his bedroom in such an intimate way from the other side of the hall some hours ago had shaken certain emotions that he was definitely not ready to acknowledge. Emotions that began to brew months ago, as soon as he started to tag Dean along. Realizing how odd it was that they actually got to understand each other so well and laugh so much together.
After the hallway scene he had left in search of a bar but dealing with strangers only worsened his mood. A couple of hours later he had come back more frustrated than before, driving himself to a point where he desperately needed to let some steam off and right now the only thing he was certain about was that Sam would be more than willing to oblige if he asked.
Sam felt how the archangel was looking for something in his lips, he had pressed them first nimbly, feeling their softness, and forced his way into Sam’s mouth without remorse. There was this desperation on the archangel testing him that Sam suddenly felt the urge of separating himself from him.
-Wait. -Gabriel complied with a small note of annoyance in his breath and looked at him questioningly. -Are you… are you ok?
Gabriel smiled softly. -Why are you asking me that?
Sam frowned, the smile in Gabriel’s lips did nothing to undermine the cold gaze that his eyes were showing. Soft footsteps approached them from the hallway and Dean entered the room to the scene of his brother and the archangel holding each other and only cleared his throat.
-’Sup Dean-o. Care to join the fun?
If Sam hadn’t been the one involved in the Trickster’s jester he might have found his brother’s reaction funny. Dean’s eyes darted between him and Gabriel, desperate to say something to Gabriel but something inside him gathered him up. The next moment, Dean awkwardly made way away from the place letting out a faint “Have Fun” and disappeared as fast as he could without even trying to meet their eyes.
Sam wasn’t stupid, Gabriel’s tinge of defeat on his expression told him that he should be bothered about this interaction but he had been infatuated with him for so long that he thought he would be able to overlook it all and keep on going.
When Gabriel turned his attention back towards Sam and invited him to a more private venue, Sam just held Gabriel’s hand and guided him towards his bedroom. Without a glimpse of Dean nor Cas anywhere on their way.
They didn’t even bother to turn the lights on once the door was locked behind. Sam allowed himself to be pulled towards the bed by Gabriel, who sat him at the edge and straddled him. Both men began to get rid of their shirts while sharing quick and needy kisses. Once Gabriel undid his belt and zipper Sam quickly turned him over the bed to pull everything away from him, only stopped by his shoes. Huffing a bit upset about the inconvenience, Gabriel snapped them away, along with Sam’s, just to make things quicker. Sam laughed a little about this while getting rid of his own jeans and got into the bed to top Gabriel.
Gabriel suddenly made a move too fast for the hunter and threw him against the mattress, straddling him. -Sorry Kiddo, my rodeo tonight.
Sitting over Sam’s hips at the right place to line up their cocks, Gabriel conjured up some lube and worked them together at a soft pace with his hands, up and down through all their lengths making Sam breathe deep and lie down, taking in the feel of the archangel’s length pressing against his own and the way his fingers firmly stimulated his shaft going up and down and around the head. Gabriel bit his lower lip while his pupils dilated, he expected Sam to be a good size but he had exceeded his expectations.
-Well Sammy Boy, you’ll be glad to know I’m definitely going down on you tonight.
The archangel’s voice had been deeper and rougher than the hunter had ever heard, sending a shrill down his spine. Gabriel noticed how hard Sam had gone from his words and smirked. He moved himself to the side and used one of his hands to keep Sam’s cock straight up and bent over it. He started by licking the head and pressing his tongue around the tip. Slowly, he spread his tongue around the entire head and eventually closed his lips around it. Sam only left out a sigh of bliss, he would have never been able to imagine just how good the real thing would have been. Gabriel was torturing him by working slowly down to the base of his cock, moment at which he began to suck smoothly but hard enough for Sam to feel the vacuum pull the blood to the top of his dick.
Sam was already starting to sweat, head bent back and eyes tightly shut. One of his hands caressing the archangel’s head, intermingling his fingers in his hair while the other went to explore his back, his arms, his neck. Pretty much any and every part of Gabriel he could reach and touch.
Gabriel was desperate to just enjoy the moment, letting go of anything holding him onto reality. Nothing else mattered while he focused on the hunter’s thick hard dick, going up and down, surrounding him with his tongue and feeling the veins that popped up from the sides with his tongue. His fingers pulling the skin that joined his dick with his balls softly before surrounding them with his palm, extending two of his fingers downwards to playfully tease his ass. The other hand travelling along the firm muscles of his stomach and chest.
He was so into it that he was startled when the hunter’s hips relented their inert position and went upwards to meet the archangel’s throat that in turn was forced downwards by Sam’s hand over his head. Gabriel let out a groan that apparently made Sam go back to reality and stuttered a hushed “Shit, Gabe, I’m sorry”.
The archangel only answered back by thrusting himself fast once more into Sam. He paced up his movements, feeling Sam’s hands grasp desperately on his head and listening to his increased respiration as cue to how much he was able to take. The moment he heard him falter he pressed all the way downwards while inserting a finger into his ass to press his prostate. Listening to Sam moan loudly while his dick filled his throat and mouth with cum was satisfying enough.
He went up to sit by the hunter’s spent body, waiting for him to regain some sort of composure. He smirked a little thinking that if this had been a French film he would have to be smoking a cigarette by now and for some reason wondered if Dean would actually mind him doing that. Sam, who was surrounded by a fair amount of darkness, only caught glance of the archangel’s silhouette and was unable to see the bitterness that came unto his face.
-Well, that was… awesome.
Gabriel just snorted amusedly. -I do hold my standards high.
The silence that followed, cut only by Sam’s recovering breath into calmness began to stir the archangel into movement. -Welp, see ya tomorrow Kiddo.
-Huh?
-What?
-I just… Uh, nothing.
-Look Sammy, you can fool your brother but I can tell you haven’t slept well these past days, get some rest now that your body’s relaxed.
Sam looked directly at the place he believed Gabriel’s eyes lied in the middle of the darkness. True, he had been having nightmares, it fortunately happened less since Lucifer had died but they still periodically came to wake him up for some days before leaving a couple of months. Still, that was not what nagged him. He had just hoped Gabriel stayed with him for the night. But that was too much to ask from something that obviously started as a booty call of sorts in the middle of the library.
-Right… Good night.
-Toodles.
Even when it didn’t take long for Sam to drift off, Gabriel vanished from the room long before he was completely out. Leaving him with a sense of loneliness he had forgotten he could feel.
Two Days Into June 