Archangel Gabriel by Marichromatic
Finally! After three months of struggle and stalling I finished my Gabriel piece! I was heavily inspired by awanqi ’s absolutely stunning art and was compelled to do a version of my own, the fact that they are not accepting any comission at all miiiight have had something to do as well but let’s not dwell on that… (´･ω･｀;A）
P.S. they also have a Tumblr account, for those of you who want to see some real badass art: @awanqi
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“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.”
Dean finally smiled broadly at Gabriel’s wink.
“Let’s do this shit.”
Supernatural, Warnings-None
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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.
Supernatural, Sastiel, Warnings-None
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-Hello, Sam.
Sam went in awe realizing he was looking at an angel, a real angel, with a capital ‘A’, and started to ramble.
-Oh my God. Er… uh, I didn’t mean to… sorry. -chuckles- It’s an honor, really, I… I’ve heard a lot about you.
He stepped forward holding out his hand to shake Castiel’s but the angel just looked down at it, unsure of what to do with it. Sam motioned at Castiel, who finally understood and placed his right hand out to shake it with Sam.
-And I, you. Sam Winchester – Holding Sam’s hand between his own, Castiel turned his electric royal blue gaze directly into the hunter’s eyes, piercing him mercilessly. – The boy with the demon blood. Glad to see you’ve ceased your extracurricular activities.
It should be a sin that an Angel of the Lord would be able to spit so much venom so easily looking like that.
Sam woke up with a start. The alarm clock hadn’t gone off yet and he could have a good two hours more sleep if he made an effort to go back to slumberland. He moved sideways with a groan into a sitting position, looking for his slippers. After warding himself from the cold of the concrete floor he stepped up in search of his boxers at the foot of the bed and made way for the bathroom. Eyes as close as possible on the way there, afraid of scaring the sleep away.
When he opened the bathroom door to go back to his room he glanced Castiel in front of the door about to knock.
-Cas?
If he didn’t know better, he could have sworn he had startled his angelical friend. Castiel met Sam’s sight in a jolt.
-What are you doing here?
-I heard noises…
-…Is that it?
Castiel shuffled on his spot. It was odd looking at him act so meek, he always used to take the lead. Eventually, he managed to gather himself and spurted out -I thought you had called to me. I’m sorry. It must have been a mistake.
It took Sam more than a second to process the information Cas was giving him but when he understood what he was saying he blushed, remembering vividly his own dream about the first time he had met the angel.
-Maybe I was.
Castiel frowned his gaze and turned his neck in that quintessential Castiel way that said he needed more information that Sam couldn’t but smile at him. -I was dreaming about you.
Castiel opened his sight in understanding. -Oh
Sam started to walk towards his room, pulling Castiel’s hem slightly with his fingers, making him follow by his side. Hands slightly brushing each other -I dreamt about the first time I met you.
Cas turned so fast to look at him that a normal human being would have gotten dizzy. -Why?
-Who knows? It’s not like I can purposefully choose the programmation.
They arrived to Sam’s door. -Well, I’m gonna beat it a bit more. See you in a few.
Castiel only nodded at him. The same piercing blue that captivated him once saying good night without even letting out a word.
Sam couldn’t go back to sleep at all. He was thinking of Castiel over and over again. He had made the mistake of glancing at his friend’s lips before going back into his room and with how things had gone with Gabriel the evening before Sam couldn’t stop thinking about the seraph’s brilliant blue eyes looking up at him, his mouth surrounding his dick, pleasuring him.
It had been years since he had last done it and he felt a slight pang of guilt to bring Cas back into his repertoire of fantasies but in the end his impulse won and he began to jack himself off to the image of his friend that had relentlessly formed on his mind.
Castiel, on the other side, slowly redid his way to his bedroom but the idea of Sam dreaming about their meeting had removed something inside. Something he had completely forgotten up until that moment.
Now that he got what the phrase ‘First impressions are always important’ actually meant he finally understood perfectly well why he had never had the gut to tell Sam that what he felt for him was probably stronger than what he felt for his brother. Because thanks to both of them he had been able to see what a good person is supposed to be, how doing the right thing was supposed to work, what thinking about your loved ones was supposed to feel. But it was only thanks to Sam that he discovered how pure a soul could be and no matter what dire their destiny, it was able to overcome even the darkest of evils.
And meanwhile he, Castiel, had been an absolute dick towards him that very first time. Even when he now would recognize Sam’s excited face at a glance he couldn’t have back then and his words had evidently hurt him. At that instant he hated himself.
-You look like you could do with a good pair of twins in lingerie.
-Brother
Gabriel smiled, to everyone else he would have sneered at the word, specially to Michael, Raphael or Lucifer. But Castiel made the word so meaningful everytime he said it that it honestly made Gabriel glad to know he still considered him his brother, specially despite the Archangel title that once held so heavy over him. He loved his brother in a way he thought had been lost aeons ago before Lucifer’s fall.
Gabriel went to surround Castiel’s shoulder’s. -Alright, I’m not usually into corny stuff but tell your big brother all about it. I’ll listen to you. Just don’t make it as a prayer because that would piss me off.
Castiel smirked at the archangel and joined his hands in a praying manner. -Dear Gabriel, who is currently not in Heaven…
Gabriel stopped Cas’ mock softly with his free fist over his arm. A spark of laughter came on both mens eyes, tuning their grace into a joyful warmth that none of them had realized had been missing in a long, long time.
Supernatural, Sabriel, Warnings-Explicit Sex Scene
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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.
Supernatural, Debriel, Warnings-None
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Gabriel was leaning moodily over the table with a frown, arms crossed in front of him in dejection.
-What’s wrong brother?
-I’m all spent Cas, I’ve tried everything, everything, to make Dean happy. I’ve helped with a bunch of hunts, I’ve taken him to Vegas several times, the other week I signed him up in a vintage car race and after that I got him in the Playboy mansion. Heck, I even asked him if he wanted to be warped into another dimension as the protagonist of a hentai harem… refused that one, don’t really know why. But I still haven’t been able to make him happy at all.
-Well those do seem like activities that would make Dean happy, how do you know he wasn’t happy at all?
-He said he was hyped about the things we were doing but he looked like something was bothering him all the time. His true emotions are so hidden right now it fazes even me.
Castiel could tell the archangel was actually making an effort to get on Dean’s good side. He had been the only one not really on board when the archangel had shown up some months ago declaring he had intentions of living in the bunker since he, quoting: “was already fed up with dealing with other pagans” and “wasn’t feeling ready to go back to heaven and probably wouldn’t in like another three millennia”. But had to oblige after Sam’s stubbornness on having him tag along with the team won.
-Maybe you should read his mind.
-Mmmnah, not happening.
Castiel gave a confused look to his brother.
-I mean yeah, I could, and it would probably make things a lot easier but I don’t like doing it. Humans have only so much that belong to themselves, looking into their minds is just rude.
Castiel had to agree with his brother but that didn’t leave the question on how to get on Dean’s good side answered. Suddenly something occurred to the seraph.
-Why don’t you try making Sam happy? Dean’s face always shines when Sam’s does.
Gabriel sat balancing his chair on it’s back legs in a way impossible for a human being, eating his nougat bar and started to show one of his impish smiles.
-You know what Bluejay? Maybe you’re right.
Sam woke up with a knock on the door that made him rustle slightly. It wasn’t early but still he would have liked to sleep a bit more.
-Yeah?
The door swung open in a swift motion. -Mornin’ Sammy Boy! How’s the waking up doing?
-Ugh, it could be better if my sleep hadn’t been interrupted.
-Am I interrupting you now?
Sam only pressed his face against the pillow and softly groaned.
-Well then, I guess I’ll have to take this delicious 5 star hotel breakfast back to the kitchen…
Sam raised himself up enough to see the large silver platter on the angel’s hand. -Wait -Gabriel stopped midway from the door and turned back to him.
-Is that for me?
-Hmm…maybe.
-Whatever for? -Gabriel restarted his pace towards the hunter, who was now sitting on his bed.
-Well, I wouldn’t be able to hang around here if it weren’t for you. I just assumed it was the least I could do.
Gabriel snapped a pretty elegant looking bed table and placed the tray in front of the still sleepy hunter. Once the lid was taken away the waft of freshly ground black coffee and freshly baked pastries invaded his nostrils finally waking Sam up, a bowl of quinoa and spinach salad covered with sliced avocado, a half boiled egg and roasted cherry tomatoes in an arrangement worthy of a California hip place made his mouth salivate.
The first bite was like heaven, he had always craved this kind of stuff but it was impossible to make it without Dean complaining about money wasted on ‘conceited rabbit food’. In a matter of seconds he was devouring everything up while Gabriel sat with his legs crossed on a corner of the bed. Sam’s soul was content and all it had taken was a good breakfast to start the day with. Things were going smooth and if nothing odd happened, Gabriel might be able to achieve his goal in less time than expected.
-Man, I wish you did breakfast everyday.
-I can do that. But I’m not bringing it to bed all the time.
Sam’s ears went a shade of pink.
-That one was your idea. -He said, a bit conscious about the situation.
Gabriel noticed, of course he noticed, all the time since he had helped their asses out of the pagans hotel and teased Sam about his feelings towards him he had set an aside note on his brain about it. But chose not to say a thing.
-So, what’s the plan for today?
Sam eyed Gabriel with a hint for suspicion. -Nothing I guess, try to find a case.
-Then you’re basically free.
-Eh… -A snap of fingers cut anything Sam could have possibly said to answer.
Next moment, he was standing in a busy street somewhere. Sam of course would have never noticed but his pecs were nicely shaped behind the simple dark cotton shirt he was wearing right now and along the slim dark jeans, shiny pale blue blazer and the polished dark leather shoes he was quite a sight and every single girl and a guy from time to time turned around to look at him. Gabriel was also sharply dressed with dark blue jeans, trekking boots that had obviously never seen the side of a mountain and an aviator style olive jacket, soft hair neatly brushed at his sides.
Sam looked around nervously. -Where are we?
-In a place you’ve always wanted to be. -Gabriel motioned towards Sam’s back, nudging him to turn around. The white classical facade of the building was absolutely recognizable. He was at the entrance of The Smithsonian Museum.
It already was 9 p.m. when Gabriel appeared at the bunker once more with Sam. Sam was obviously still excited about the trip and the dinner at the vegan restaurant had made everything ten times better. They stopped right when they noticed Dean was just sitting on one of the library’s couches near them, beer on hand, sporting an inscrutable look. Both men stood still in front of him, like a pair of animals waiting to run away at the first alert.
-You left Sam’s phone on the bedroom.
-Whoops! Sorry, my bad.
-Where the hell have you been?
-Just went out to have fun, last time I checked it wasn’t a sin yet. And I should know about it.
Dean held the sides of his forehead with his free hand. Sam, who obviously realized Gabriel was just pushing all the wrong buttons chimed in.
-It’s fine Dean, Gabe took me to the Smithsonian. That museum I’ve always been wanting to go? It was really cool.
Dean turned to look at Sam and gave in, defeated. Something didn’t feel right about his reaction but Gabriel couldn’t pin it down. The older Winchester just sighed and motioned them that there was nothing more to say.
Sam just smiled nervously at him and waved a simple ‘Night’ at his brother before heading back to his own room. Gabriel noticed the tinge of worry about his brother in Sam’s profile but considering how far they had gone on improving his general mood he didn’t give it a second thought. What he couldn’t let go of right now was the feeling of having Dean’s eyes fixed on his back. He turned to face him, expecting an exasperated look but the hunter’s face was unreadable.
After minutes of maddening silence Gabriel was desperate for Dean to say something, anything. His eyes shouted it was right there, touching the surface. But the silence in the library was dense and suffocating and Dean finally looked away and leaned back on the couch returning the beer to his lips, pretending to be more interested in the row of books in front of him than what he’d ever be on Gabriel.
Gabriel vanished to his own bedroom and immediately threw a bunch of porn magazines from his desk onto the floor. Dean’s pretense of disinterest had hit him harder than what he would like to accept. He didn’t bother to pick the mess up.
Supernatural, Warnings-None
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Having made a shockingly eventful return, Gabriel was now officially back from misery. Sort of. There were still multitudes things he was unable to do with such a fractional amount of grace. Having to refrain himself from snapping up snacks was the one he hated the most; fortunately, he managed to convince Dean to stop at a gas station and buy him a stash on the way to the bunker.
Leaving aside the impending doom of a psycho alternate universe Michael, everything in life was just peachy. Or, at least that’s what Gabriel had previously thought.
His convoluted thoughts were interrupted by Castiel. “Every room has a sink. If you ever need to use it, hot water comes from the right handle. I already placed your towels in the left upper drawer, right below that one you have another blanket for the bed if you feel the need to lay down.”
“Okie dokie” managed Gabriel.
“Is there anything else you need to know?” Cas tilted his head in a questioning manner.
“I dunno…” he said, shrugging half-heartedly. “When do we eat?”
Castiel aimed a quick glance at Gabriel. The younger angel wasn’t sure whether his brother was just joking or so depleted of grace he actually felt hungry. He hoped it was the first option; since the second one would imply a lot of worries.
“Sam and Dean generally have dinner around six while they’re here so it shouldn’t be long, I’ll ask them to call you.”
“Great. Thanks a million, Bluejay.”
“Anytime… and Gabriel?” intoned Cas.
Gabriel turned to meet his brother’s gaze. “Welcome home.”
Castiel saw himself out of the room before Gabriel could say anything more; leaving the archangel with an odd sensation brewing inside. Now that he was alone, Gabriel let his haughty posture deflate and he collapsed onto the mattress with a sigh, arms crossed behind his head.
This is home now, huh?
He didn’t know how much time passed as he stayed in that position, but he eventually turned towards the desk. The strong wood turned into a delicate structure was identical to Sam’s, only placed in the opposite side of the room. A small notebook and pen were laying next to the lamp. For a moment, he wondered for a second how much of the original owners had been left behind. Gabriel’s wonderings quickly got the better of him; as he was curious to see if it really was a relic from the past, or just a gift from Castiel. Like he actually needed to write anything down, he held more information in his brain than thirty supercomputers merged into one.
He reached out to grab it, but a swift movement behind the lamp caught his attention. Gabriel grabbed the lamp and picked it up, letting a spider with long legs the size of his hand run towards him.
He immediately dropped the lamp with a startled shout and ran towards the door, colliding with Dean in the middle of the hallway. The two of them hit the floor in a tangled mess of limbs.
“-the hell!? Gabriel, what’s wrong!?”
Gabriel, who had attached himself to the hunter firmly impeding his movements, simply pointed towards his door. As he makes that motion, Sam and Cas show up, footfalls thundering against the tile.
“Th-Th-Th-Th-There’s a spider in my room!” His voice came out a bit higher than expected.
Both hunters froze, looking at Gabriel in disbelief. On the other hand, Castiel moved forward and disappeared into Gabriel’s room, ready to find the menace.
“Kill it, Castiel! Kill it with fire!!!” Gabriel proclaimed, his pitch in voice showing earnest distress.
After some noises of moving furniture and scuffling, Castiel came out of the room with his hand closed in a loose fist.
“I’m not going to kill it. I’ll take it outside and see it stays there.”
Gabriel made a noise of discontent, and refused to release his death grip on Dean. For good measure, he sent his best death glare at his brother’s fist when Castiel passed by them, the small offender in hand. As Castiel disappeared around the corner, Gabriel felt the hunter suddenly tremble.
“Dean?” And just like, that Dean exploded with laughter.
“Seriously Gabriel? Spiders?”
Sam also began to snicker against his own judgement. Gabriel just blushed wildly while finally releasing his hold on Dean.
“What!? I hate spiders! I hate them! They’re evil! Evil! Even in Harry Potter, they’re evil!”
Sam joined Dean’s cackles, bending over and placing his hands on his knees to support himself, while Dean continued rolling over the floor with tears on his eyes.
“And just for the record,” Gabriel interjects, “I would have killed it asap if it hadn’t caught me by surprise!”
Dean was now holding his side, panting desperately for air. “Sure thing Cowboy, you’re a badass.”
Frustrated, Gabriel just stuck his tongue out against the brothers while retreating to his room and slamming the door. A minute later though, when their laughs were starting to recede, Gabriel opened it again sending them a sheepish look.
“What now?” said Dean.
“Can you check there’s no more spiders in the room?”
Dean and Sam made way into Gabriel’s room with smiles on their faces; it had been a while since they had laughed like that.
Debriel, Supernatural, Warnings-None
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
Find me at AO3
The first time Sam caught Gabriel kissing Dean he had been straddling his brother on a chair at the kitchen table, surrounding him with his arms, mingling his fingers on his loose crew cut hair while Dean’s hands could be seen below the archangel’s shirt caressing his skin.
To say he had been shocked would have been an understatement. A part of him wanted to run away and try hard to pretend it never happened. But his body reacted faster than his brain and placed the words he was thinking straight on his mouth.
-WHAT THE FUCK!?
Dean and Gabriel turned towards the appalled hunter. -Sammy! Uh… hey. -Dean was obviously embarrassed about the situation. You couldn’t say the same about Gabriel, he just turned towards him with a look that dared him to say anything else. This definitely was Gabriel’s fault.
-What did you do to my brother!?
-Me? I didn’t do a thing!
-Well, technically you did. -Gabriel eyed Dean kind of bothered that he had sided with Sam.
-But it wasn’t something bad. -He purred at the hunter, trying to start the action again.
-Dude, DUDE! Stop! Get… Get off my brother dammit!
-It’s ok Sammy, I uhm, I actually don’t mind.
Sam was speechless. His brother being stupid enough to try getting some action with any girl available was one thing, but there was a long shot between that and jumping on the ‘a guy is fine too’ bandwagon. His mind crashed and he just stormed away from the place. Dean followed him in a rush. Gabriel just sighed hard, knowing this was going to eventually happen and that Dean had already dragged it long enough.
-Sam! Sam! Sammy please, stop! I know I need to explain this to you, just talk to me. Please.
Sam finally halted in the middle of the library and turned to face his brother. -Ok then. Talk.
Explaining his sexuality shift had not been easy but he managed, Sam’s expression transformed from shock to constern to eventual acceptation. He was sitting now on one of the couches.
-So now you and Gabriel are a thing?
-Uh I… Guess so? Haven’t really talked about that.
Sam’s bitchface came in the game when he realized his brother was avoiding responsibility like many other times, then again, it was Gabriel the one we were talking about. Maybe it was a good thing and they had met the best kind of partner for each other. He had to stop worrying about something that ultimately was not his problem.
-Ok, well I just hope you can keep up with whatever you’re doing without complications.
-You really ok about this?
Sam chuckled. -Well it’s gonna be awkward as hell but it’s not like I can actually have much to say. It’s your personal life after all.
-Wow, thanks Sammy. It’s… yeah. Thanks.
-Besides, I just really wanna see mom’s face when you have to explain it to her as well.
Dean turned to look at his brother, who was sporting a mischievous grin that only predicted trouble.
Prompted by: Vee’s Favorite Songs Challenge
Using @nobodys-baby-now guideline:
Song:
All These Things That I’ve Done
-The Killers
Find me at AO3, Warnings-None
You were trying your best. But your best was nothing when you were confronted with the power of an archangel. The mightiest of the archangels. Michael.
At the moment you were helping Rowena search for every tracking and halting spell in all the notes of the bunker, you even decided to find the other Chapterhouses in order to see if they had something else inside. Something that could help you reach Dean. And some spells looked like they could have worked but something jarred it, no doubt that had been Michael. Had it been any other lesser being you were damn sure it would have worked.
Most of the time you were all by yourself these days. You still remembered the words that started your pilgrimage.
-Sam, you go and put a bunch of silver bullets over those werewolves’ hearts and stop worrying about the research for a while. I’ll do it. I’ll call you every night to keep you informed if that helps you distract yourself.
You called every night the first couple of weeks. You didn’t mind calling anymore. You couldn’t stand hearing Sam’s broken voice lose a little bit more hope every time you told him you still had found nothing. These days just a text note would go.
Chapterhouse 7 breached, everything’s in order.
Chapterhouse 7 day 1, nothing new.
Chapterhouse 7 day 2, nothing new.
Chapterhouse 7 day 3, nothing new.
Chapterhouse 7 day 4, nothing new.
Chapterhouse 7 day 5, nothing new.
Chapterhouse 7 day 6, nothing new.
Chapterhouse 7 done. Nothing new.
Found Chapterhouse 3.
Chapterhouse 3 entrance flooded up by the Glen Canyon Dam. Called Rowena. Impossible to breach and open.
Found Chapterhouse 11.
Chapterhouse 11 breached, everything’s in order.
Chapterhouse 11 day 1, nothing new.
Nothing new.
Nothing new.
Nothing new.
You even felt that the words themselves were losing meaning. What is nothing? What is new? Was it pronounced that way?
Those were the times you dropped all the books off the table. Rivers of tears flowing. Flowing for Sam, flowing for Dean, flowing for Cas, flowing for yourself. The phone rang, startling you from your breakdown. You checked out the caller id in fear before you answered the call.
-Any good news Rowena?
-And a very fine day to you too lass.
-Sigh… I’m sorry. I just… I just don’t feel like I care anymore.
Despite all the problems she had caused you in the past, Rowena had slowly become the closest thing to a confident you had these days. Oddly enough, she was a very good listener.
-Aye, that I see. But things will turn out just right. Three hundred years of experience are talking to you right now.
You couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly -I really don’t know how you’ve been able to do it. I am so much older than I can take.
The call had ended after you gave Rowena your current address. She wanted to check something in the scripture database Charlie had left as her legacy that you had copied on your laptop for easy access. Rowena still didn’t like to use computers and she preferred your company to that of the boys.
You went for your cooler to grab a beer and take a break. The table of that Chapterhouse was eerily similar to the one at home. Everything was similar to everything at home. Your mind went back to the last time you had an argument with Dean over a table just like that one.
You slammed your hand over the table.
–Oh don’t you put me on the backburner, Dean Winchester!
Dean stood up exasperated. -And what exactly are you going to do over there!? It’s bad enough that we’d have to watch all of our friends die together, I don’t want to see you go as well!
-And will it even matter if everybody else dies!?
Even Gabriel winced at the high pitch of your retort. You hated to show your weaknesses and Dean had managed to push you the wrong way enough. The room had gone silent, and you had to do your best to keep the tears up to yourself while hanging your head down. Finally you turned your sight back at him.
-I don’t need to argue with you. I’ll go.
You stormed before he could say a thing against it, grabbing a couple of beers on your way through the kitchen as safeguard to help yourself stay inside your bedroom without the need of going out again for at least half a day.
A soft knock came some minutes later. -Go away Bitch!
-Wow, rude much kid?
A slight pang of guilt held your gut, wrong person to lash at. You went for the doorknob and greeted a pair of pale gold eyes. Gabriel had not been too communicative with you ever since he had arrived to the bunker, not that you had had much time to interact with the assumed archangel. Still you were curious as to what the guy wanted with you. You knew from the boys that there was some sort of history between them but they never elaborated on that. You figured it might not have been that good considering Sam always winced when reminded about it and proceeded to bitchface Dean if the older brother tried to insist on telling the story.
He strolled into the room without even asking for permission.
-Couldn’t help but notice you care about the pair of idiots out there a bit too much.
You were startled, was this guy making himself at home, sitting over your bed and having a go at your recently opened beer stash?
-I thought angels were unable to taste food at all.
Gabriel just winked at her. -I’m way above the average angel Pumpkin.
-Even powered down?
-Potato, potato… whatever. You ain’t answering my question.
-I don’t recall you asking one.
He acknowledged you with a pointing finger. -You’re sassy, I like that. Come have a beer with me, my treat.
Such a ridiculous situation would have put Sam or Dean in a snappy mode but you ended up laughing about it. How could you not? It was exactly the same thing you used to do to the guys.
-You’re weird.
-Am I?
-Yeah but it’s alright… I like that.
You went to grab the second beer Gabriel already had opened for you and sat by his side. A quiet silence fell upon the both of you while you emptied your drink.
-They care about you too.
-Sigh, I know… And I get it. I mean, they are the closest thing to a family I got now but that’s exactly why I can’t let them go alone.
-We’ll take care that everything goes well for you kid.
-Thanks Gabriel.
-You can call me Gabe.
-Gabe
The sound of the phone buzzing over the table woke you up. your neck was hurting. Somehow you had snoozed off and the consequences of sleep deprivation were starting to show all over your aching body.
-Yeah?
-I’m outside the Chapterhouse sweetie, be a good girl and open this door for me.
-Coming right up ma’am.
The day passed, Rowena found her translated codes with help of the database and you had found an old archived box filled to the brim with codexes on nephilim. Maybe they would be of interest for Jack, you thought while putting them aside and filling up a note in an old recording binder denoting the time of removal of the box and the Chapterhouse to where it would be moved. Habit that you had taken up after Sam had gotten the librarian in himself out and forced everyone at the bunker to use library cards whenever a book was removed for reading after having lost a particularly important tome that appeared later on in Dean’s bedroom under a scotch glass. The idiot had forgotten he had taken it.
And there was Dean again coming back to your thoughts.
Gabriel had confronted you about it in a small free space of time at the refugee camp. The grey monotone of the land thankfully cut off by the brightness of the stars above. These were the moments where despite having angels by your side you wondered if there really was a Heaven out there.
-Oh there is a Heaven alright.
You turned to look at Gabriel in a start. This wasn’t the first time an angel had given a straight answer for an unasked question. Were your thoughts so open to every feathered ass out there? Gabriel chuckled.
-I’m sorry to break it to you Sugar Plum but you really are an open book when you let your mind drift like that. The more you let yourself be swallowed by everything around you the more your thoughts resound.
Well, that explained a thing or two you thought to yourself.
-So even if I’m not praying…
-We’ll hear you alright.
-Can demons hear me as well?
-Never seen one do that so I don’t think so.
You just nodded and sighed while turning your eyes back to the sky. Gabriel just followed your gaze.
-I know there’s a Heaven alright…
-But?
-I don’t think I’ll ever reach it at all.
You could sense Gabriel turning towards you but you were angled in a way that didn’t allow you to read his expressions. You turned your head towards the ground at your feet and slightly crouched, hiding from the light above you with loose strands of hair over your gaze.
–With all these things that I’ve done… Guess I just hope I’d rather be thrown into The Empty.
-You don’t know what you’re saying.
-Billy said she’d throw Dean there with her own hands. I don’t see why I can’t ask for the same.
Gabriel didn’t say a thing but you could feel him turning his whole body at you, you finally decided to face the archangel.
-Stop thinking like this. You’re gonna bring yourself down.
-I just don’t want to be left alone.
-No. You just don’t want to leave Dean alone.
You blushed and turned away. You were desperate to give a comeback and deny everything but you were too tired for doing anything about it at all. You had been pining over him long enough. That anybody else could see the obvious wouldn’t change the fact that the object of your affection would never see you as anything more than a cute little sister. That battle had been lost long ago.
-It doesn’t matter.
-It matters to me. -You chuckled but had to regain some sobriety when Gabriel knelt in front of you to be at your sitting height and made a move to hold your hand. -Because you are human and beautiful. And yeah, you may have committed terrible mistakes along the way but believe it or not, you are still so very pure. The single fact that you can love someone desperately enough to follow them everywhere just to ensure their safety is proof enough of that.
Everything happened so fast. Maybe it had been the piercing truth within his words, maybe it had been the soft touch between your bodies, maybe it was the way his attention was completely concentrated on you and nothing else than you. But you had felt those walls inside your heart crumble one by one and before you even knew it, your tears had been streaming down while you made a go to hold Gabriel tight and cry your grievance away.
Rowena startled you from your pensive state when she placed a plate of small sandwiches and a cup of tea in front of you.
-Enough research for today, it’s time to let the mind rest.
-Thanks Rowena. -The witch only smiled at you while sitting by your side to enjoy the refreshments.
-Well, have you discovered anything new?
You just gave away a sigh. -Not really, there is only so much documented angel lore, let alone talk about archangel lore. If we at least still had Gabriel by our side…
-…You miss the nifty steamy boy don’t you?
You could catch the undertone of the question Rowena gave you but you just didn’t feel like answering that kind of thing. -Well yeah, it would be such a great help to have him by our side to help us out of this Michael predicament. If we could only bring him back just like Jack brought Castiel ba…
You went silent, slowly dropping your hands over the table. Rowena could have been able to literally see the cogs in your brain work.
-Of course! Rowena I’m such an idiot! Why didn’t I think of this before!?
Rowena just raised an eyebrow with a smirk. She wouldn’t admit it but your pure joy was contagious and she was suddenly happy for the simple fact that you were happy as well. She saw you pick up the phone and send a message to Sam asking if he was available to talk then wait impatiently until your phone rang.
-Hello? Sam? I think I have an idea!
Debriel, Supernatural, Warnings-Explicit Sex Scene
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Find me at AO3
Gabriel always thought that finding a person capable of impressing a being older than the galaxy would have to be impossible and yet Dean Winchester had managed to deliver.
And it didn’t really have anything to do with the fact that the hunter was pinning him down against the memory foam mattress.
What actually had impressed Gabriel was the fact that he was always able to antagonize him, despite having so much in common. And that had grinded against the archangel in a way that finally exploded in Gabriel wanting to bang the hunter hard all the way ‘till next week. And had it been anybody else in this situation he would have gone chaotic neutral without remorse but still there was something bothering him.
-Wait, why are you doing this? I mean, don’t get me wrong it feels great but… -The hunter ignored the angel’s question and went back to kissing. Damn it. It was hard to ignore Dean’s hands touching his sides, looking to invade his skin once they went past the dark shirt he was wearing. Gabriel could tell Dean had lost his issue with the whole ‘not with men’ stuff but they literally had an argument about this less than 12 hours ago so what happened?
He tried to fight against the hunter, and they keyword here was ‘try’ because if he had really wanted, he would have obviously been able to best Dean at any moment. Dean finally gave up trying to shut the archangel and raised up his head to look at him directly.
-Gabriel I want this. -Dean could tell he was about to retort. -No buts, now let’s get into a better position, I want to lay on top of you.
Not many had the guts to boss him around without receiving a proper punishment but he should have known better already with Dean. He decided to give in and move towards the middle of the bed, allowing the hunter to get in between his legs. This was quite an intimate feeling. The eyes of the Trickster went alight with an idea. Dean noticed but couldn’t react as fast as he’d have wanted to the snap of the angel’s fingers. The room lights had gone out and been replaced by several candles providing a more appropriate illumination, the sheets below him now of red silk and drapes of sheer fabric letting in just glances of the playful light beyond the frame of the newly transformed poster bed.
-You had to go there, didn’t you? -A snarky shrug with a wicked smile was the only reply. Dean tried to ignore the nervous twitch that came to his stomach while leaning over Gabriel to start kissing him again. This was far more than what he had bargained for, in fact, he probably didn’t really know what he was getting into at the moment. But it was exciting.
Gabriel was the one that started building up the heat by undressing Dean, he tugged the shirt out of his frame to feel his naked skin and undid the button and zipper of his jeans, inserting a hand through the layers of fabric and sliding it along his tummy down towards the base of his cock where he separated his fingers to hold it and caress it between them. Dean arched on top of him while breathing hard and lifted himself to unbutton Gabriel’s jeans. They had to maneuver a little but ended up able to push enough denim down to free their dicks. Dean chuckled.
-Hmm?
-Thought you’d take away our clothes in a snap.
-But it’s hotter this way.
Dean had to give him a considering nod and suddenly bent his head towards the archangel’s chest holding his breath. Gabriel had grabbed both of their cocks and was working them together.
-You sure this is… -Gabriel’s inquiry was stopped by Dean’s mouth. The hunter didn’t even doubt to go rough on him, it was almost like they were picking up from the kiss on the couch. The pace of Gabriel’s hands got faster, pressing their shafts together a little bit harder while soft grunts of pleasure left their throats. If they kept going like this Dean was going to come anytime soon. He managed to separate himself from the archangel and helped him take off the rest of his clothes.
The second time he got on top of Gabriel he doubted for a second. What was he supposed to do now? With girls he generally went down the neck and used his lips to play with their nipples but right now he wasn’t sure Gabriel would like the same kind of attention. Some of his thoughts must have become apparent on his face because Gabriel laughed and toppled him from his position in order to lie sideways facing each other.
-Let me do you this time. -He then proceeded to go down the length of the hunter’s body while Dean adjusted himself upwards. It was a little embarrassing but he appreciated the fact that Gabriel wasn’t making any comments about his beginner status on the issue.
Once Dean was propped on the pillows naked, Gabriel bent down to tease the soft, smooth skin of the hunter’s head with the tip of his tongue while holding his cock in place with his hand. Slowly, he began to surround all the tip, taking everything in his mouth. Sucking hard and softly, caressing him with his tongue while circling with his fingers what was left outside, he started to move up and down.
Dean groaned in pleasure while throwing his head backwards, it was evident Gabriel was more than experienced about this and he wasn’t afraid of showing it up. He sucked away from Dean with a soft pop and began to lick and kiss his way down to the base of his dick, where he began to gently suck his balls. Using his hands to jack Dean off, he began to get his tongue closer to his anus and gently tease it. Ready to step back at any second the hunter showed some sort of inconvenience.
There was an instant of struggle in Dean’s mind, this was something he wanted to experience but it wasn’t something he was used to feel. The hunter’s body gave out a soft tremor and jerked away from Gabriel’s tongue, who immediately left the teasing and went back to his balls.
-Wait. -Gabriel turned to look at him. – Go back.
-…You sure about it?
Dean steeled his body. -Yeah. -Gabriel looked like he was doubting Dean’s words. -Hey, I’ll tell you immediately if it doesn’t feel right.
Gabriel reluctantly went back down on him. He didn’t want to scare the hunter away but had to trust his judgement. It was his body after all. He moved his hands away from his dick and began caressing reassuringly the sides of his hips, Dean placed his own hands over his arms. He began the teasing once more, passing his tongue slowly but firmly along the muscles of his sphincter, feeling Dean’s hands tighten up his grasp on him, holding his breath a second every time and starting to sweat because of how his body was being worked up. When he relaxed again, Gabriel began to press firmly, decidedly intending to invade the hunter’s body. The first time he went completely in he did it with more resolve than planned, inserting all his tongue. Dean’s reaction was immediate, he tensed up and held tightly Gabriel’s arms arching his back while moaning hard. All Dean could do at that moment was whisper the name of the archangel in need.
Gabriel began to play with Dean’s ass in earnest. Dean’s mind was halfway lost, the sensations were more intense that whatever he had expected and feeling how the archangel’s tongue masterfully played with him was something he had not been prepared for, he could feel his body tensing, breathing faster and harder, getting ready for the climax. Right at the moment he started to feel Dean’s muscles move with a slight spasm, Gabriel separated himself from the hunter. Dean gave him a strained look of betrayal for leaving him like that. Gabriel just snickered.
-There’s no rush Dean-o, it’s better to go slow sometimes. -And just like that he went to straddle the hunter.
-You’re not gonna open yourself up?
-Perks of being an archangel.
Dean wanted to say something else but he was too caught up in the moment. Watching Gabriel line himself up over the tip of his cock helping himself with a hand while his own dick was bolting upright unattended made him go grab it between his hands to jack it off softly. At first it was an odd sensation, his hands were used to the feel of a dick just not that of another man, but Gabriel’s slightly aroused breathing was urging him to keep on doing it.
Once Gabriel managed to go back in control of his actions after getting a jolt of pleasure from the hunter touching his dick, he slowly began to fall bit by bit all the way to the base of the hunter’s cock. Needing desperately to feel every single part of Dean inside of him. Dean pressing his own dick between his fingers. Both were holding their breath until the very end of that first throw. It was pure bliss to be like that. Slowly, Gabriel began moving up and down and pacing up the rhythm until he was going at it without remorse. Dean had to let go of Gabriel’s dick, he was losing it and it was impossible to keep the archangel’s pace. He grabbed his legs instead to have somewhat of a hold. Gabriel’s agitated breathing turning him on, making his own groans louder. Each and every thrust making the angel’s muscles wrap around tightly on Dean.
-Dammit Gabriel, you feel so good. -Dean was throwing his head backwards, eyes closed. Lost in the sensations the archangel was causing on him. Gabriel only smiled heatedly while adding a movement to his hips in a swinging motion in order to hit that spot just right.
That had been what Dean needed to finally come undone. His hips bolted upwards while he pulled the archangel’s legs towards him to ram his cock hard one last time into Gabriel and let his cum flow. Gabriel was taken aback by Dean’s sudden take over power and let out a moan while coming himself, throwing his own cum all over the hunter’s chest. Both men trembled while their climax went through them and then Gabriel fell over Dean. Their breathing erratic for a second before both began to inhale deep a couple of times.
Dean’s dick finally fell away from Gabriel when it went back to it’s normal size, making Gabriel’s ass leak with his cum. It was hard to let go of that but Gabriel finally relented and pushed himself sideways to lay by the hunter’s side, launching himself upwards on his hands and going down on the hunter’s chest to lick and clean him almost like a cat would. Dean was still inebriated from the first climax but looking at the archangel passing his tongue all over him was definitely stirring him up once more.
-Shit Gabe, you’re making me hard again but I really can’t go to round two so fast.
-You wanna bet on that Big Boy? -Gabriel stared at Dean, eyes blown with lust and made a move to snap his fingers with a smile.
This was definitely going to be a long night.
Two Days Into June 