Supernatural, Debriel, Warnings-Fluff Find me at AO3
Jack’s family was classified like this: Sam was dad, Cas was dad, Dean was dad, Mary was mom and Gabriel was uncle. These days though, Jack kind of felt the dynamics had slowly been changing but he couldn’t really understand how.
Dean sat in front of his brother, leaving Jack’s plate in front of the kid while reaching for the stack of pancakes. Gabriel sitting by his side. These days it was pretty much the norm, Sam and Jack on one side, Dean and Gabe on the other, Cas showing up by the end of breakfast to say good morning or that he had a case if none of the other members of the bunker had found one already.
“I’ll do a run later since we’re low on some stuff.”
“Let’s also grab flour, butter and sugar for a cherry pie!”
Dean just nodded at Gabriel to acknowledge his idea.
“Can I go too?”
“If you’re ready, we’ll leave in an hour.”
Jack jumped from his seat after finishing and did his dishes as Dean had taught him before running away to get ready for the grocery run. He even disregarded Sam’s call of attention about running on the halls.
“I was thinking… Common families have a mom and dad, and they are a couple. But I have more dads than moms and none of them are together as a couple. Is that still considered normal?”
The road was swiftly passing by below Baby, the sun feeling warm while the closed windows banned the cold September air from the car.
“Don’t think too much about it kid, you’ll burn your brains out.”
“Gabe’s right Kid, you’re special in every way, there’s no reason for your family to be normal. This, raising you, it’s a group effort.”
Jack felt warm inside. There was something special about being praised by Dean even when many other people also praised him when he did something good.
“Why you ask though?”
“I… I kind of hoped I could see a couple in love, like normal parents are.”
Oh… Dean and Gabriel felt for the kid in a way that was almost painful.
“Well if you want to see a couple in love we could try joining Cas and Sam together.”
“Yeah, that could work. Sam would like it.”
“Wow wait a sec, I was joking… I thought Sam liked women?”
“Naw, he’s more into girls but he would never say no to Cas, we’ve been through thick and thin together and the guy’s definitely not half bad either. I mean, big blue eyes, bamf, deep sexy voice, dark hair and a total nerd to top all that? Dude checks all the blanks in the box.”
Gabriel snapped towards Dean faster than he would acknowledge.
“Wait, you don’t have the hots for Cas, do you?”
“What!? Of course not! He’s my friend, don’t be an idiot.”
“You better not!”
“Dude I just told you I don’t! Why you get like that so sudden?”
Gabriel blushed and looked away.
“No reason…”
“You never asked if I was interested in guys either.”
Gabriel just shrugged softly. Assuming that would be the end of that conversation.
Jack understood something was happening. Gabriel was looking out into the woods while Dean glanced briefly at him with a soft smirk. The atmosphere was awkward and they were not saying a thing. Eventually, everything came back in order while they were doing the groceries. Dean and Gabriel indulging the kid with silly stuff like candy and cheap toys.
Dean waited until they were at the bunker, picking up the bags to thread back into the conversation.
“I’m not.”
“Huh?”
“I’m not particularly interested in guys.”
“…oh”
Jack could see Gabriel’s face fall with disappointment while grabbing his part of the groceries bags. Before he could notice, Dean was in front of him. Gabriel turned towards him a bit startled with the proximity.
“But Archangels… that I could like.”
Dean swiftly stole Gabriel a kiss and sent him a well placed wink before heading over the staircase. When Jack catched a glimpse of Gabriel blushing he understood perfectly well why. Dean was extremely charming and he had made his intentions very clear. He approached his uncle with a smile.
“I also think I’d like to see you together.”
Leaving a quite dumbfounded Gabriel behind, he went to catch up with Dean. So Dean would be dad, and Gabriel would probably be a dad-uncle? No matter how he’d define them, they would be a couple in love.
He liked that.
My fic has finally reached 1000 hits at the archive! And I’ll be celebrating by making a second part now focused on Sastiel! (~‾▿‾)~♡
The following day Sam came up at the kitchen to find a set of smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels sided with a citrus salad and freshly squeezed orange juice. Man, did Gabriel know how to deliver. He definitely had to apologize to him for leaving him stranded like that the day before. But most of all he needed to talk to him, despite acting so calm and accepting his invitation Sam was sure Gabriel held feelings for his brother. If they kept doing whatever it was they did things wouldn’t end well.
-Mornin’
Dean came in to get his morning cup of coffee. Sam nodded at him, with a mouthful of bagel. None of them said a thing about the day before. It was one of those things that would be conveniently forgotten by both brothers if they could have a say on it. That didn’t stop Dean from eyeing his brother’s plate.
-Wow Sammy, you went all the way today huh?
Sam stopped for a second to look at his brother. He was about to say something but Castiel entered the kitchen.
-Mornin’ Cas. -The angel just nodded.
-I think I found a case four states away.
-Great! Let’s finish breakfast and get ready for a smiting.
Sam went back to his room after finishing his breakfast.
-Have you ever disappeared under Dean’s sight before a case?
-I don’t know what you’re thinking about but please don’t do it.
Gabriel laughed heartily while accommodating the pillow he was laying over. -Just wondering, not planning a thing. Unless you wanted me to. -He gave Sam a sly smile that made his insides squirm.
-Maybe we should wait until we come back for that.
Before Gabriel could comment something else on the matter, Sam finished preparing his stuff and excused himself to the archangel. Dean was impressed with how fast Sam had readied up and ushered everyone on the car.
-Wait, what about Gabriel?
-What about him?
-He’s not coming with us?
-Said he had things to do.
Sam immediately realized something was wrong but decided to let it slide. He still didn’t know how to confront either about the situation or what it was really about.
The road was smooth, they stood by a motel at midnight and Dean took out their stuff while Sam asked for a double room, olympically ignoring the nuanced look the manager gave him after noticing the other two men.
Thus three weeks passed, after dealing with a wraith and a shapeshifter they went further away following the lead of some odd disappearances. Gabriel had not shown his face again after his fight with Dean but still breakfast appeared for the brothers everywhere they went.
After doing the usual visit to the police department, victims families and a couple of possible suspects, next day they followed the monster up to a ghost town three miles away. It was a lot of ground to cover, having to break into every single house after hiding the Impala in a barn on the outskirts of the town. They eventually had to go separate ways if they wished to have something done by the end of the day.
Sam was exploring the east side of the town when he saw someone entering the tiny church half a block away from the dusty window of the second floor of the house he was at the moment. Certain it hadn’t been Dean nor Cas, he quickly stepped away from the place he was in and swiftly walked towards the church, gun in hand, careful to cover himself from the windows view with each tree or piece of shrubbery he could.
He tried the back door but was eventually forced to use the front, the one the figure originally used. Opening the creaking door Sam finally made it into the building. So much for stealth, he silently cursed to himself. Making sure no one was inside the chapel, he walked over towards the next room, located by the pulpit. The light was dim, curtains covering all light from outside, he reached for the light switch with no response from it. Figures.
Sam was a couple of steps into the room when he heard a rustle at the farthest part of it. He tried to act fast lifting up his gun against whatever was there but was caught in the middle of the maneuver. He and the creature struggled for the lead until it threw Sam against the corner of a bookcase, making him lose part of his breath and grunt in pain for a second too long. Before he could regain composure the creature had readied a heavy object and knocked him out.
This was even worse than a déja vu.
Sam entered the room of the apartment he used to live in with Jess and fell to rest on the comfy bed he had thought to have forgotten everything about. Suddenly, a warm liquid began to drop on his face. He knew what he was going to see when he opened his eyes. He didn’t want to open them at all but he still couldn’t help himself, he was forced to live time and again every single bad experience that had happened to many of his loved ones, forced to shoot a gun against Madison, to watch Dean’s guts torn apart by an invisible dog, to see Castiel’s body stabbed by Lucifer… and this sixth time apparently wasn’t going to be an exception.
He had prayed alright, to Cas and Gabriel and he had screamed Dean’s name until his vocal chords had gone rough. He had tried to run away from the ever repeating scenes only to open a door or go through a window into the same scene once more.
This was a nightmare and he wasn’t sure how to run away from it.
To his surprise, this time the movement within the nightmare slowly froze. Nothing was happening but he could definitely tell he was being led out of the loop. If he only could awake he would be able to end it. He was trying to think of a way to regain consciousness when he started to hear a muffled voice calling to him. Sam, Sam… He knew that voice, but wherever from? It was getting clearer, along with a sensation of calmness, telling him everything was going to be alright.
-Sam!
Two hands were holding his head up, bold whiskey staring at him through dark rings, worried.
-…Gabriel? -The archangel in front of him gave a sigh of relief- Where am I?
His arms were numb from holding all his weight, only god knew how long he had been hanging in that filthy warehouse. Hopefully not long enough, it seemed his brother hadn’t found him yet.
Gabriel helped him down. The monster, something Sam could now recognize as a dark djinn was cleanly impaled and immobile on the floor a couple of feet away.
-I’m sorry, came as soon as I realized I was hearing your prayers, maybe something in that dreamworld djinn’s use distorts the communication.
Before Sam could even react, Gabriel had already healed the bruises from the wrists. A second later Dean was screaming for him somewhere close. -Over here! – Sam called back.
It had been like giving Gabriel an exit cue, a second later he had disappeared without a word. Dean entered the room running, gun in hand and followed closely by Castiel. He lowered his defense when he saw the dead djinn on the floor and went running towards his brother to hug him.
-Dammit Sammy I thought the monster had taken you, found your phone on the church. I’m glad that you fought it off. Are you hurt?
-…I’m alright.
-Good, let’s burn this bastard and go home.
The way home had been more quiet than other times. Sam was drifting away, not paying attention to anything. Something was bothering him about Gabriel and Dean’s behaviour. It was definitely not normal for the archangel not to boast about the fact that he had saved Sam and not having enough with that, he had seen to kill the monster not by snapping him to oblivion or burning him inside out but in the only way a human could have done so.
When they finally got home and Dean thanked him for leaving him the cup of coffee on his room that he had found right after he came out of the bath he knew something was definitely off.
-Gabriel, can I talk to you?
-Sure thing Poptart, what’s up?
-Yeah maybe, somewhere more uh, private? Can you come to my room?
Gabriel glanced Sam suspiciously but left his milkshake and followed him away from the kitchen. Once they were inside his bedroom, Sam went for the chair, knowing that even if he had stayed in front of the door he couldn’t keep the archangel in, it was better to be kind on his approach.
-Ok, what’s wrong? -He asked softly
-What’s wrong about what?
-You and Dean. What happened between the both of you?
Gabriel admired Sam for many things, his brightness included but right now he kind of dreaded it.
-What makes you think somethin—
-Don’t play fool with me Gabriel. You’ve been avoiding Dean, is it about what happened in the library the other day?
The archangel sighed and sat on Sam’s bed. -Yeah, that and a couple other things…
Sam could tell there were not just ‘a couple’ of things bothering the archangel but he also realized he was not going to be able to peel off all the layers. Still, he had to try.
-Well, you can tell me.
-…I’ve been trying to get on his good side ever since I came here but all I managed is to get him more upset.
Unless Gabriel was an incredibly good actor, Sam could tell he was sincerely bummed. Before he knew it, Sam was already moving himself to his side on the bed and placing a caring hand on his shoulder.
-Hey, it’s alright. I mean, Dean is really stubborn but I’m sure you’ll get on his good side sooner than what you think.
Gabriel smiled softly at the hunter and leaned towards him.
-Thanks Sammy, you really are kind.
They were interrupted by a stiff knock at the door that opened up before either could even react.
-Hey Sammy, I’m going for a burger, want some?
Dean’s words were casual but after glancing the archangel leaning over his brother his gaze went grim.
-Uhm, a cobb salad would be nice.
-On it. -His body forced a stop before closing the door. -Gabriel. Don’t you wanna come along?
Sam felt Gabriel’s body imperceptibly stiffen under Dean’s authoritative sight. It was the same stern sight Sam used to get from his father when he was forced into doing something he wasn’t willing to do.
-Sure. Why not? -Was all the archangel said before standing up and following Dean’s steps. -See you later Sammich.
The door was closed on Sam, leaving him with an ominous feel. Things were far worse than what he originally thought between them.
-Cas?
The seraph turned from his book to look at Sam entering the library.
-Do you know what’s going on with Dean and Gabriel?
-I believe Dean is, how do you say it? Making things rough for Gabriel to stay with us.
-And… How do you feel about it?
Castiel went silent for a minute before speaking again. -I like my brother, I wish he’d be able to stay with us if everything could be settled nicely.
-You mean if only Dean were happy about it.
-If all of us were happy about it.
-Still Dean didn’t respond well to Gabriel taking him out everywhere.
-That’s why I gave him the idea of taking you out instead.
-Wait, you were the one that gave him the idea?
Castiel nodded.
-Why?
-Gabriel wants to make your brother happy and I thought he would be able to do that by bringing a smile on you.
Sam went blank for a second.
-Why would you do that?
Cas fixed his gaze on the floor, his action made Sam regret his choice of words and then a flash of realization hit him.
-Wait a second. The vegan cooking, the quinoa salad, the salmon bagel, today’s eggs benedict… I’ve told you thousands of times about it. -Cas just looked away nervously. -And I also told you ages ago about the Smithsonian Museum… It was you. You told Gabriel all about it.
Cas was decidedly avoiding Sam’s gaze right now.
-But I don’t get it, why did you ask your brother to do all that stuff with me if you already knew about it ages ago?
-I don’t think I’m fit to provide you with any fun, my brother is much better at spotting social cues.
Sam couldn’t bear it any more. Looking at Cas so down was aching, before he realized it he was pulling the angel up and closing the gap between each other with a hug. The book falling with a soft thud to the floor.
-You’re an idiot Cas, if you wanted to know how to have fun with me you should have just asked.
-You’re not mad at me?
-Why would I? You meant well.
-I… I see. -Cas awkwardly made a go to hug the hunter back, just as he had been taught by Sam himself years ago. -Thank you Sam.
Sam chuckled -You can hug tighter, I’m not breaking so easily.
Castiel did as Sam asked, he hugged him as tight as he felt he would be allowed to, inhaling the scent of soft worn out clean cotton emanating from the hunter’s flannel. It had never occurred to him that he would ever feel this odd ache where being so close to Sam made everything hurt more. He didn’t want to separate from him ever again and knowing he would eventually have to see him hugging Gabriel like that was only adding fuel to the fire.
He had never felt this kind of loss, even when Dean had said yes to Michael he had felt lost and terribly sad but still a tiny piece of hope struggled to believe that they would have a chance to save him. But there was no saving here, no one was in danger. And Sam would never want to be by his side.
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.
-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.
Two Days Into June 