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It all started so innocuously.
Gabriel, deciding he was an official member of Team Free Will after faking his death and helping lock Lucifer back in his cage, had been coming around more. Hell, he’d been coming around almost as much as Cas these days. Dean still wasn’t fully sold on Gabriel as a…person? Angel? Monster? As a presence on their team, but Sam was fine with it.
Well, okay, maybe more than fine. After all, Gabriel prevented Sam from becoming the devil’s meatsuit, which was no small feat. And maybe Gabriel’s antics, when not deadly and directed at him, were pretty damn entertaining and managed to break up the monotony of hours and hours on the road. And maybe Gabriel being there made Sam feel a little less like an awkward third wheel between his brother and Cas. So yeah, Sam was genuinely thrilled that Gabriel was tagging along.
But things started getting…kinda weird…a few months in, once Sam’s “academic” curiosity was piqued.
Sam was sitting on the motel bed, his laptop resting on his legs as he looked for the next hunt. Dean was grabbing food, Cas was with him (presumably), and Gabriel was…somewhere.
“I’m boooooored,” Gabriel whined, plopping down onto Dean’s empty bed dramatically. “How do you do this, Sammykins. How do you put up with this torture?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “It’s been like an hour.” Gabriel just pouted at him. “If you’re so bored you could always help me find cases or do research,” Sam asked hopefully.
Gabriel grimaced at the thought. “Pass.”
Sam sighed. “Course you will.” After a few more minutes of silent typing, he spoke up again. “You know, just because you’re hunting with us now doesn’t mean you’re, like, a prisoner or something.” Gabriel sat up, intrigued. “You can come and go whenever you want, as long as you’re here for the important stuff.”
“But then why does Cassie stick around 24/7?”
Sam looked at him curiously, eyebrow raised. “It’s been like two months, dude. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed yet.”
A smirk broke out across Gabriel’s face. “Oh, I noticed. Kinda thought I was goin’ crazy, seeing things, since no one ever talks about it. Why don’t you ever bring it up, tease him about it a little?”
Sam snorted. “Because I value my life. But seriously Gabe, if you’re bored, you can just go do whatever it is you do. All I ask is that you come back if we call you.”
“For you Sammy? I’ll always come back,” Gabriel said with a wink. Sam just rolled his eyes, but when he looked back over to retort, the angel was gone with the sound of rustling wings.
And that’s what he’d been thinking about for the past two days. He had so many questions about angels: their grace, the blades, what their powers could and couldn’t do, how do vessels work differently for them than demons, their wings . He could ask Cas these things, they were friends after all, but it never seemed to be a good time. He never wanted to interrupt a moment between the angel and his brother, so he never got the chance to ask these burning questions.
The wings fascinated him the most, though. How did they work? Why couldn’t they be seen by the human eye? Could they ever be manifested? Were they an extension of their grace, or a physical attribute? Hearing the sound of feathers rustling when Gabriel left renewed his fervent interest, so when Gabriel popped back into the room, he could hardly contain his excitement.
“Gabe, hey,” Sam greeted warmly. “How was…” Sam trailed off, realizing he didn’t really know where Gabriel went.
“Flying?” Gabe supplied with a smirk. “It was great. Felt really nice to stretch the ol’ wings out.”
Sam was practically buzzing with anticipation and questions were ready to spill out one after the other. But he didn’t wanna scare the angel off, so he tried to calm himself. “Hm. Sounds interesting.”
Gabriel looked at him curiously. “Kiddo, you look like you’re about to pop a blood vessel tryin’ to contain yourself. Whatever you wanna know, I’m an open book.” He gestured his arms out to his sides.
Sam felt like all his questions spilled out at the same time in a word vomit.
“Wanna run that by me again, Sammich?” Gabriel said, amused.
Sam chuckled. “Yeah, sorry. Tell me about your wings.”
Gabriel’s eyebrows jumped up and a nervous laugh escaped him. “That’s…uh…”
Sam internally smacked himself. “You don’t have to, sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
“No, it's just,” Gabriel started. “It’d be like me asking you to describe yourself naked.”
Sam blushed deeply. “Oh god, I, uh, I should’ve phrased that better,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t mean-” Sam took a breath. “I meant tell me about how your wings work.”
Gabriel let out a laugh and smiled. “What do you wanna know?”
Sam rattled off his questions, slower this time, and pointedly avoided asking anything about Gabriel’s wings personally. Gabriel did his best to explain, but there were a few things that Sam couldn’t wrap his head around. A few of the things he didn’t even bother asking further questions about because he knew the human brain probably couldn’t grasp it anyway. But some of the things he really felt like he’d be able to understand.
“So wings are both manifestations of your grace and physical appendages? And we can’t see them because…” Sam asked, trying to wrap his head around how something can be corporeal and incorporeal at the same time.
“Because we don’t let you,” Gabriel explained, lazily and absentmindedly trying to toss pens into a cup on the counter from his seat on the couch.
“Makes sense. I gathered they’re kind of intimate,” Sam said with a chuckle. “But theoretically, we’d be able to see them if they weren’t cloaked? Like they wouldn’t have to be brought into existence?” Gabriel nodded. “So if they’re ever physically out, do they impact your environment at all? Like will they bump into things or not be able to fit certain places? Or will they just phase through things since they’re also kinda grace and kinda incorporeal?”
Gabriel snorted a laugh. “You really got a lotta questions up there, don’t you gigantor?” he said, tossing a pen gently at Sam’s head.
Sam blushed. “Yeah, sorry, guess I got carried away.”
“‘S fine. I don’t mind. I actually kinda like it,” he let out a whoop when a pen made it into the cup. He turned his victorious smile to Sam. “I just feel bad I don’t have all the answers for ya. Since they’re never out anywhere other than heaven or, in my case, a dimension of my own making, I dunno how they interact with a physical environment.” He tapped a pen against his chin, his eyes curious and unfocused as he pondered the question. “If I ever find out, you’ll be the first to know,” he said, winking at Sam.
Sam smiled and decided on a case three states over, prepping all the info to give to Dean when he got back.
…
Sam poured over the old, leather-bound book in his lap as the Impala bounded down a two-lane highway. It was an old and obscure version of the bible, predating any widely distributed version adorning church pews. It was written in Akkadian, which Sam wasn’t super fluid in. But the convenient translation book Bobby had also loaned him was helping with any rough spots.
“This next case gotta do with angels or are you just a nerd?” Dean asked, sparing a quick glance down at the books in his brother’s lap before refocusing on the road.
“Just a nerd,” Sam responded distractedly. “Hey, did you know that some villages in ancient Mesopotamia considered angels a “scourge”? More specifically,” Sam flipped the page back, clearly looking for a specific quote, “they said the angels were “less preferable than a pack of starving lions”.”
Dean shot him a look that screamed ‘how are we even related’. “Fascinating Sammy, really,” he said sarcastically. “I gotta say though, I agree with ‘em.” Sam made an affirming noise, but said nothing. After the silence stretched on for a few more minutes, Dean asked “Why the sudden interest in Christian lore? I don’t even think you cared this much about it when Lucifer was tryin’ to wear you to the prom.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “I think you already covered that, Dean. Nerd, remember?” he said. Dean shrugged and didn’t say anything else, just hummed along to the radio. Sam was glad he didn’t push the issue. He didn’t feel like telling his brother he was looking for detailed eyewitness descriptions of angel wings. Not that Dean would really know why it was weird, but Sam didn’t feel like trying to lie his way around it either. It wasn’t like Sam was doing it in a pervy way, but knowing that they were such private and closely-held secrets, he couldn’t help but wanna know even more what they looked like.
While this version of the bible was mostly descriptions of human encounters with angels, he had yet to find any descriptions of the wings. There were people who witnessed wing shadows like Dean had when he first met Cas, but as far as people seeing the actual, physical thing? Negatory, ghost rider.
When the car stopped, Sam wasn’t even aware until the driver’s side door shut. He jerked his head up to see a dingy dive bar. “Dean?” he asked.
Dean ducked his head down into the driver’s window. “I’m gonna have a couple beers, hustle some pool, maybe get a little lucky,” he said with a wink. When Sam looked at him, unamused, he slapped his hand down on the bottom of the open window. “Don’t wait up.”
Sam realized the car was still running and slid into the driver’s seat, making his way to the nearest motel. He shot Dean the address in a text and lugged everything inside. Once the warding was done, he plopped down on the bed, pulling out the two books again.
After about an hour, his head hurt and the characters were starting to blur on the page. He pushed himself for just a few more pages, hoping that maybe, possibly, he’d find what he was looking for.
For the first time since he had that damn rabbit’s foot, luck was on Sam’s side.
The woman described her encounter with the angel. It seemed that she had fallen in love with him, and if the description was anything to go by, likely carried his nephil. She spoke about the way they shimmered with a light that seemed to come from the wings themselves, how they looked like liquid but felt like the softest down mixed with the finest Egyptian threads. She talked about how when he became ‘interested in partaking of fruit’, a light, sweet-yet-earthy oil coated his wings. She described how it tasted. And she talked about the peace and happiness and ecstasy she felt when his grace flooded her (along with some human bodily fluids).
By the end of her story, Sam was blushing furiously, mouth slightly agape and breathing shallow. He felt a certain discomfort with the sudden tightness in his jeans. For being technically biblical, the passage itself was quite literally erotica. And damn if Sam didn’t find it erotic as fuck.
He unzipped his jeans, sighing at the release of pressure. He shimmied his pants and underwear down his thighs just enough to free himself. Gripping his hard cock, he began rereading the story. Precum was already leaking after the first few sentences, slicking up his member and turning the friction oh so sweet. His eyes scanned over the words, soaking up the filthy and unfiltered story in front of him. His breath quickened and he felt a familiar heat pooling in his gut. When he read the passage of her sucking the oil off his wings and the way it tasted, his body tensed up and he came with a deep moan, hot cum shooting across his fist and up his stomach.
After coming down from his biblically-inspired orgasm, he grimaced at the mess on his shirt. He wiped his hand off on it as well and crumpled it up, stashing it in his duffle and making a mental note to hit up the closest laundromat. After a quick shower, he settled into bed, dreaming of silky soft wings.
…
Sam concluded that the worst thing he ever did was borrow those books from Bobby. It was two days after he read the passage. And re-read it. And re-re-read it. And now he sat in their musty motel room with a dislocated shoulder and a cut on his thigh, gushing blood, and deep enough to need stitches. It was a simple ghost hunt, classic salt and burn. But he slipped up, didn’t feel the ghost appear behind him before throwing him through a window, all because he was distracted by the thought of god damn angel wings.
“I called Cas and Gabe,” Dean said, walking over to Sam. He was sporting a few injuries of his own, but nowhere near as bad as Sam’s. “But while we’re waitin’, we should probably fix up that shoulder.” Sam nodded and took a deep breath. “Alright, on three. One.” Dean shoved the joint back in place and Sam yelled out a few choice curses. He heard the ruffle of wings and felt heat rising to his cheeks and something stirring low in his gut. Well he certainly didn’t think simply hearing them would do this to him, but he hoped the general state of him would distract from the reddening of his face.
“You look a little worse for wear there, Samela Anderson,” Gabriel said, taking in Sam’s injuries.
Sam leveled him with a glare that held no heat. “Ya think?”
Gabriel strode over to him. “Damn, that thing really did a number on ya. Wasn’t she, like, a child?”
Sam huffed. “She got the drop on me somehow,” he grumbled. “Listen, while I appreciate your keen observations, I’m kinda bleedin’ out here. Can you fix me up or do I need to get the stitch kit?”
Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Of course I can fix it, stunad,” he said. “Stop bein’ so dramatic.” He laid his hand across Sam’s thigh, right over the wound.
Sam felt his heart pounding in his chest. That cut was a little high on his thigh, and Gabriel’s hand was resting on it. Gabriel, the archangel, who somewhere under there had wings , wings that-
“There ya go, Samsquatch. Good as new.” The archangel was looking at him, puzzled and amused.
Sam somehow managed to mutter a “thanks” despite how dry his mouth suddenly was. He distantly heard Cas trying to tend to Dean’s wounds, despite his brother’s protests.
“Must be gettin’ sloppy there, kiddo, if a seven year old ghost child can rough you up like this,” Gabriel said, smirking.
Sam looked up to retort, but found himself unable to. He just stared up at the archangel in awe, taking in his brown-blond hair, his hot whiskey eyes, the soft lips that always seemed to be smirking-
“Not sloppy, distracted,” Dean said, shooting Sam a glare. “I don’t know where the hell your head was but it sure as hell wasn’t in that house.”
Sam shook his head, erasing the thoughts like an etch-a-sketch. “I wasn’t distracted Dean, shit just happens sometimes.”
“Yeah whatever,” Dean grumbled.
Sam looked back to Gabriel and saw the angel giving him a curious look. “What?” Sam asked, only slightly defensively.
“Nothin’,” Gabriel said dismissively. He quickly changed the subject. “I got a little insider info for you on that question you asked a few days ago, though.”
“Oh, cool,” Sam said, trying to sound interested yet casual despite his increased heart rate and the feeling of a different type of interest burning low in his gut. “Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow? I’m kinda exhausted after getting my ass handed to me.”
Gabriel laughed. “Yeah, I’ll pop in for our next round of twenty questions tomorrow then.” With a warm smile, he was gone, and Sam let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He ignored his brother’s questioning look and opted to crawl under the covers and let sleep take him.
…
“So what were you and Gabriel talkin’ about yesterday?” Dean asked as they drove to the next nowhere town USA to hunt what sounded like a vetala, maybe a small nest of vampires. His tone was odd, and he was glancing at Sam from the corner of his eye.
Sam raised his eyebrow questioningly. “He was givin’ me shit about my injuries, you were there. You have a stroke or somethin’?”
Dean shot him a look. “Seemed like you were smilin’ an awful lot for someone who was gettin’ ragged on,” he said suspiciously.
Sam felt his heart flutter, but refused to let Dean win on this. “Didn’t realize it was a crime to smile, Dean. I’ll make sure to turn myself in right away,” he said sarcastically, turning back to his notes on the case.
“Huh. So he’s not gonna come around tonight?” Dean inquired.
“Not that I know of,” Sam lied.
“So you’d be cool comin’ out to grab some drinks with me?”
“No,” Sam said before Dean even finished the sentence.
“So he is stoppin’ by,” Dean said with a smirk.
Sam huffed and tossed the papers aside. “If he does, fine, and if he doesn’t, fine. Either way I’m not gonna go to some shitty bar and watch you get groped by every woman within grabbing distance.” He shuddered. “Whether or not Gabriel comes around doesn’t matter, I’m not comin’ with you.”
Dean held his hands up defensively. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.”
As they pulled up to the bar of the night, Sam was thankful for the nap he snuck in on the way. One, he felt well rested for his upcoming evening, and two, Dean didn’t ask any more stupid, insinuating questions. When he opened the motel room door, he found the room was already occupied by a lone archangel at the table throwing darts at a poor excuse for a dartboard drawn on the wall.
“You have nearly unlimited power to keep you entertained and you decide to draw a dartboard? Badly?” Sam teased.
“It was here when I got here, smartass,” Gabriel said with a grin, not looking away from it as he threw his next dart. “Why waste the energy to make one when this one’s good enough?”
“So you’re lazy?” Sam quipped with a smirk.
Gabriel turned his own smirk to Sam, those amber eyes locking on to his. “Bingo,” he said with a wink.
Sam laughed and broke the eye contact, trying to push away the flutter in his chest. At least he didn’t have to hear the wing beats this time, that might’ve made this a little harder. “So you said you found somethin’ relating to one of my questions? I asked you a bunch of questions the other day, you’re gonna have to be a little more specific as to which one you got an answer for.”
“The one about them affecting our environment,” Gabriel said, turning his attention back to his game.
Of course it was that one. “So what’d you find?”
“Well, I can confirm their default state is to stay physical and get caught on a buncha shit,” Gabriel said. He stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in concentration as he aimed for a bullseye, and promptly missed.
Sam’s eyes were glued to where his tongue was just peeking out, mind providing images of interesting things for the wings to get caught on: his hands, his mouth, his-
A subtle smirk tugged at the corners of Gabriel’s mouth. “But if an angel concentrates hard enough, they can make them phase through things long enough to get them unstuck. Except while flying. Those sons of bitches are physical objects through and through until the angel lands.” He turned his gaze to Sam.
Sam cleared his throat and wrote down Gabriel’s observation in the notebook he began keeping about all his questions and theories on the subject. “How’d you find out? Did you ask some of the other angels?”
“Not sure if you noticed, but the other angels don’t exactly like me,” Gabriel said with a grin. Sam just shrugged as if to say ‘okay?’. “Trial and error, Sammy. Trial and error.”
“You mean like, you? You tried with,” Sam swallowed hard, all the moisture leaving his mouth, “your wings?”
“Well I didn’t try with my ass,” the angel said sarcastically. At Sam’s wide, saucer-eyed stare, Gabriel continued. “Yes, Sam, I decided to try some things with my wings.” He readied another dart.
Oh how Sam would love to try some things with Gabriel’s wings. The dart missed the mark completely, missing even the edge of the ‘board’ by more than a foot. “I thought you didn’t take them out on earth,” he mused, finding himself unable to look away from the other man.
“Well it's not like anyone was gonna see me on a mountain range in bumblefuck Siberia,” Gabriel quipped. “Well maybe a few goats, but I bought their silence.” He winked.
Sam felt his face flush. “So, um, what happened?”
Gabriel kicked his feet up on the table and leaned back in his chair, only two legs supporting it. “I took out a few trees and got some branches and pine needles stuck in ‘em. They’re gonna be a bitch to clean.”
Sam felt a breath punch out of him. Dammit this was really getting to him more than he’d like to admit. But thinking of Gabriel with his wings out, gently picking them until they were clean and pristine again, imagining how they would look -
Gabriel’s chair tipped all the way back and he crashed to the floor. Sam jumped up and rushed to him. “You good?”
“Yeah, just zoned out,” Gabriel grumbled, propping himself up on his elbows.
Sam wanted to offer to help him up, but found himself fixed to the spot, just staring at Gabriel. He imagined what Gabe would look like if there were wings sprawling across the ground underneath him. Maybe they’d be gold, like his eyes. Sam wondered how they would look, slick with their own oil, and trembling as stroked-
“Ground control to major Sam,” Gabriel said. Sam pulled himself out of his thoughts and found the angel suddenly standing in his personal space. He jumped a little, not expecting the proximity. “You okay in there?” the angel asked, poking him in the forehead. Gabriel’s face was flush from what Sam assumed was embarrassment.
“Yeah, yeah I’m good,” Sam said, turning back to the bed and grabbing his notebook to jot down some more notes. He either needed to change the subject or be bent over the table now . He cleared his throat. “I’ve got a few questions about grace if you’re up for it,” he said, voice lower than expected.
Gabriel shook his head, eyes tearing away from Sam as he brought himself back from whatever train of thought he was lost in. “Uh, yeah, definitely. Whatddya wanna know about grace?”
Sam asked a few questions, which led to a few more, which led to even more, which is how two hours passed in what seemed like the blink of an eye. Sam was excitedly writing down what Gabriel could tell him about how grace restores, if angels become more attached to their vessels the longer they inhabit them, and what sorts of things their grace is capable of, while Gabriel sat next to him, animatedly describing things in great detail. The tension Sam had felt earlier was reduced to a dull ache, and he found himself enjoying the relaxed and casual nature of their little meetings.
“You really are such a nerd, Samalam,” Gabriel said, nudging him with his shoulder.
“Shut up,” Sam said with a smile, nudging him right back. “I don’t see you complaining about it.”
“Oh I’ve got a bunch of complaints. Just gotta find the nearest church door to nail them to,” the angel said playfully.
Sam laughed and realized he felt lighter than he had in years. “Seriously, Gabe, thanks for this.”
Gabriel rested his hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Anytime, Samshine.”
Sam found himself getting lost in Gabe’s golden eyes that held a seemingly immeasurable depth. It was like looking into the sun, and Sam could feel the warmth blooming in his chest from just being around the archangel. The sound of knocking at the door startled them both out of the trance.
“Sammy, lemme in, wanna go to bed,” Dean slurred from the other side of the door.
Gabe smirked. “Think that’s my cue.” Sam opened his mouth to respond, but with a flutter of wings that seemed louder than usual, Gabriel was gone. A subtle, sweet scent was lingering in the air, and Sam couldn’t quite put his finger on what it reminded him of.
More pounding on the door pulled him back to present reality. “Alright Dean, coming,” Sam huffed out, wishing his brother had found someone to occupy his night.
…
“Are two vampires even enough for a nest?” Sam asked as the two made their way over to their room.
“Dunno, but two dead monsters is enough to celebrate,” Dean responded, unlocking the door.
The hunt went easier than expected. Dean ended up saving the hostages, and Sam ended up decapitating the monster couple, getting covered in vampire blood in the process.
“Dibs on first shower,” Dean said, pushing through the door and making a beeline for the bathroom.
“Oh c’mon Dean,” Sam complained as he entered the room. “You’re not even dirty!” The lock to the bathroom door clicked in response.
Sam huffed and dropped his bag of bloody weapons. He didn’t notice Gabe was in the room until the angel let out a long whistle.
“Damn, kiddo. Monster blood’s a good look on you.” Gabriel said, voice deep as his eyes raked up and down Sam’s body.
A deep red tint bloomed across Sam’s face and he hoped it was lost under all the blood. He watched Gabriel, waited for some joke or tease, but it never came. The look in his eyes was almost hungry . Sam cleared his throat and Gabriel looked away hastily. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight,” he said, busying himself with wiping down the bloody machete he pulled from inside his jacket.
“Didn’t expect to be here. But I’m glad I came by,” Gabriel said, shifting a little on the bed as he stole glances at Sam.
“Any specific reason you did?”
“Hm? Did what?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Stopped by.” He made his way over to the bedside table next to Gabriel, where the bag with his clothes was. He shot a teasing smirk down at the angel. “Or did you just come to eye-fuck me?”
Gabriel’s dark eyes snapped up to Sam’s, and Sam heard the telltale rustling of feathers. But Gabriel didn’t vanish. Instead, a sweet, earthy scent flooded the room and the air felt alive, electric.
A flap of wings from behind Sam had him spinning around to find Cas appearing. He immediately spun back to face Gabriel, but the angel was gone.
“Sorry,” Cas said. Sam turned to look at him again and noticed he looked…embarrassed? “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Interrupt?” Sam asked, confused. Cas didn’t raise his eyes to meet his own. “What do you-” Oh. OH . “Was…was that…” But Sam already knew the answer, even without Cas’s confirming blush.
“Shower’s all yours, Sammy. Not sorry I used up all the hot-” Dean paused, taking in the awkward energy of the room. He narrowed his eyes, glancing between Sam and Cas. “I miss somethin’?”
“Nope,” Sam said, practically vaulting over the bed to get to the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and leaned against it, knees feeling suddenly weak. He heard the motel room door close and silently thanked Cas for getting his brother out and giving him some alone time.
Despite the lack of hot water, Sam found the shower to be plenty hot enough.
…
“Gabriel’s been makin’ himself pretty scarce lately,” Dean commented as he read through autopsy reports. He didn’t miss how Sam blushed and the way Cas looked away awkwardly.
After that night at the motel two weeks ago, Gabriel’s visits were short and all business. He’d stick around for like twenty minutes, maybe look at Sam, and then disappear again. It was driving Sam crazy . He was on edge, cagey, and every waking moment he thought about Gabriel’s wings. And when Gabriel was around? All he could think about was pinning Gabe down by his wings, being tied up and touched by those wings for hours and hours until he was an incoherent mess, nipping at their sensitive bones to hear what kind of noises the angel would make, running his tongue through them to taste the warm, slick- “I think it’s a Lamia,” Sam said, ignoring Dean’s inquiry and pulling himself from that train of thought.
“Yeah, looks like it.” Dean flipped through the autopsy images.
“Don’t suppose we have a silver knife blessed by a Greek Orthodox priest lyin’ around,” Sam said, giving Dean a hopeful look.
Dean leveled him with an annoyed stare. “What, d’ya think our luck would start now?”
Sam sighed, turning his attention back to his laptop. “Closest church is two hundred miles away.”
“Awesome,” Dean said sarcastically, tossing the folders aside irritatedly. He glanced at his watch. “If we leave now, we’ll make it back by sunrise, catch a few hours, and go after it tomorrow night.”
Sam was about to shut his laptop when Cas spoke up. “Why don’t I accompany you instead, Dean?” He shot a pleading glance to Sam out of the corner of his eye.
“Yeah,” Sam said, happily agreeing to not be stuck in a car for a nine hour round trip with their longing stares. “You two go get the knife, I’ll try and figure out where she’s holed up.”
Dean, though still slightly suspicious, agreed. On their way out the door, Cas gave Sam a thankful look. Oh something was definitely going down between them tonight, and Sam was very glad he wouldn’t be there for it.
An hour later he found himself leaning over maps on the table. He’d narrowed down the general area she’d likely be hiding based on her trail of bodies and was now looking to get a little more specific. Sam heard a faint flutter of wings from behind him and spun around to see Gabriel sitting on the bed, propped against the headboard, twirling a knife around in his hands.
“Please, don’t stop on my account,” he said with a smirk. “The view’s great from back here.”
Sam rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the heat from rising to his cheeks. “Already more than five words? You’re breakin’ a two week record,” Sam said teasingly.
“Shut up,” Gabriel said with no real bite, throwing a pillow at him.
Sam chuckled briefly before asking genuinely, “Seriously though, why the cold shoulder?”
“It wasn’t a shoulder, and it definitely wasn’t cold,” Gabriel said with a wink. “Tell ya what, why don’t you and I go hunt down this Lamia, and then I’ll explain.”
“ You’re gonna help me with a hunt?” Sam asked incredulously.
Gabriel scoffed. “I can hunt ya know. I just choose not to,” he said with a smirk and a shrug.
“That thing blessed by an Orthodox priest?” Sam asked, gesturing at the knife.
“Straight from the motherland.”
Sam grinned. “Then what are we waiting for?”
With a snap, Sam found his feet connecting with grimy, cracked concrete. He caught his balance and looked around, seeing he was at some sort of abandoned factory. A shadow raced across the far wall and his hunter instincts kicked in.
Gabriel approached from his side and held out the knife. “Go get ‘em tiger,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Catching a glimpse of the shadow from the corner of his eye, he grabbed the knife and turned to face it, watching and listening for any movement. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he spun around, slicing the Lamia across her arm as she was about to strike him. She screeched and recoiled, snarling at him. She lunged forward for a second attack, her claw narrowly missing his abdomen. He slashed at her, but she jumped back, avoiding it. They danced around each other, landing cuts and gashes as they went. When Sam heard the bristling of feathers, his focus faltered, and the monster tackled him to the ground. Before she could pin him, he kicked his leg out and rolled them over. Her back hit the ground with a hard thud . Before she could tear his chest to ribbons, he brought the knife down and stabbed her through the heart. He stood, panting from the exertion, and tossed the knife away. Under the metallic smell of blood, there was something else. Something sweet. Something like-
Sam was suddenly back in the hotel room with Gabriel pushing him against the door and crashing their lips together. Sam made a surprised noise, his brain not quite catching up to what was happening. But when Gabriel swiped his tongue along the seam of his lips, he melted into the kiss, letting him in as his eyes fluttered shut. “Watching you hunt really does somethin’ to me,” Gabriel breathed between kisses. As they explored each other’s mouths, hands roamed over each other. Sam’s dragged down the angel’s back while Gabriel’s fisted in his hair, eliciting a moan from the hunter.
“You wanna know why the cold shoulder?,” Gabriel said breathily, pulling Sam’s head back to give him better access to his throat. Sam groaned and ran his hands through the angel’s hair. Gabriel peppered kisses along Sam’s jawline. “Cause if I looked at you for more than ten seconds,” he sucked and nipped his way down his neck, “or had to hear one more obscene thought about what you wanted to do to me,” he laved his tongue over a freshly forming bruise, “I was gonna bend you over the nearest surface and take you .” He emphasized those words with a bite to the pulse point where the neck and shoulder met. Sam keened high in his throat. The hunter’s whole body was a live wire and Gabriel could feel the electricity zipping between them. He grinned into Sam’s skin. “Do you wanna see ‘em?”
Sam’s eyes darkened, only a sliver of hazel left visible. “I wanna do everything to them,” he growled out, latching on to Gabriel’s neck and sucking dark bruises into the sensitive skin.
Gabriel’s hands found the hem of Sam’s shirt and slipped under it, roaming over the hot skin underneath and rucking up the shirt as he went. Sam gasped when the angel flicked over his nipples, arching into the touch. “It should be a crime for you to wear clothes when you’re hiding all this underneath,” he said, biting Sam’s bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. With a snap, they were both naked, moans punching out of them as their overheated skin moved against one another. Gabriel ground down, eliciting a deep groan from the hunter as their hard cocks found friction against each other.
“Wanna see those wings of yours. Need to feel them, angel.” Sam breathed against Gabriel’s lips.
Gabriel keened, the words stirring something deep within him. His wings suddenly unfurled, ends smacking against the walls of the almost-too-small motel room.
Sam’s eyes widened in awe at the six shimmering, golden wings fluttering behind Gabriel. The scent of the oil that haunted him for weeks made his cock twitch and a bead of precum leak out. Without a second thought, he buried his hands in them. Gabriel bucked his hips and cried out, grabbing the base of his cock to keep from cumming. Sam chuckled darkly. “You sensitive, angel?” Gabriel, for the first time maybe ever, seemed to be at a loss for words, so he just nodded and moaned. “Good,” Sam said, pushing deeper into the primaries. They were soft and silky and light as air, and Sam wanted to feel that all over. He moaned at the thought. As he ran his hands through the thick down and moved closer to the wing base, he noticed how much more it made Gabriel squirm. He pulled his hand away completely, relishing at the whimper it elicited from the angel, before he dove both hands straight to the base of the wings.
“Fuck, Sam!” Gabriel cried out in pleasure.
Sam worked the wings at the spot closest to the base. With each twist of his hand, more oil leaked out onto his fingers. He brought the dripping fingers to his mouth and sucked them in down to the base. A guttural, unrecognizable sound ripped from his lungs as he let it coat his tongue and slide down his throat. It tasted indescribably divine .
Gabriel’s pupils were blown wide as he watched. When Sam pulled his fingers out with a ‘pop’, the angel threw him down to the mattress and was on him instantly. He kissed Sam hard and needy, all tongues and teeth as he rutted against him. “Jesus fucking Christ Sam,” he said, voice low and gruff. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. Gonna fuck you, need to fuck that tight little ass of yours.”
Sam moaned and bucked his hips. “Please, wanna feel you inside me,” he breathed out, fisting his hand in the base of the wings again. He massaged out more oil, Gabriel groaning and gasping above him the whole time. He grabbed the angel’s hand and slicked up his fingers before licking off and swallowing down any extra oil left on his own fingers. “Open me up, angel.”
Gabriel growled and bit Sam’s neck, sucking a lovely bruise into it as he circled his hole with the oil-slick fingers. Sam’s hands were running along the primaries, stroking the sensitive bones of the secondaries, and gently pulling at the softest feathers on his tertiaries. “I’m gonna fuck you into this mattress until you can’t walk,” he said, slipping his first finger in down to the base. Sam bucked back onto it, face completely blissed out. Gabriel added a second, slowly pumping them in and out, stretching and scissoring until the discomfort melted from Sam and was replaced with wanton begging. He added a third finger, twisting and curling until Sam cried out, scrambling for purchase on the mattress.
Sam took one of his hands, buried it into the wing again, drew out the oil, and then slowly stroked Gabriel’s cock to coat it. “Fuck me, please,” Sam begged, running his thumb over the slit on the head.
A shiver ran up Gabriel’s spine. He flipped Sam over onto his stomach and pulled his hips up. He ran his hands over Sam’s ass, squeezing the cheeks as he pulled them apart. “You look so good like this Sammy,” he said, nipping at the soft flesh. “All open and needy, ass up, begging me to fuck you.” Sam moaned and buried his face into the pillows. Gabe lined himself up with Sam’s entrance, teasing his slick hole with his throbbing head. Whimpers of ‘please’ and ‘fuck me’ fell from the hunter’s lips, seeming to be all he could string together. When Gabriel couldn’t take it anymore, he pushed in hard and fast, bottoming out in one go. The muffled noises falling from Sam into the pillows were delicious , and Gabe wanted to draw even more of them out, wanted to hear Sam scream his name. He wrapped an arm around Sam’s chest and pulled him up, resting the hunter’s back on his chest. Gabriel pulled out almost completely before pushing all the way back in, setting a hard and desperate pace. At this angle, each thrust was hitting Sam’s prostate. His head fell back onto Gabe’s shoulder as primal noises were punched out of him. His eyes were fluttering closed and rolling back into his head as his hands gripped the angel’s thighs hard enough to leave bruises. Gabriel wasn’t gonna last, not with Sam being hot and tight and downright sinful , and he wanted to push the hunter over the edge with him. He wrapped a wing around them and gently stroked the feathers up the underside of Sam’s cock.
Sam gasped and his eyes shot open, watching with rapt attention at the feathers. He bucked into it, eyes glued to where the head and a few inches of the shaft were disappearing into the soft, silky down. “Gabriel, I-I’m not-I can’t,” he moaned loudly as the angel bit into his shoulder. “I’m gonna cum, holy fuck I’m gonna-” a loud cry of Gabriel’s name ripped from his lungs as his hips stuttered, shooting thick ropes of hot cum into the feathers. As he came, he moved both hands into the angel’s wings and gripped the base as hard as he could.
Between Sam tightening around him as he came, the feeling of Sam’s cum painting his feathers, and Sam’s hands holding onto the base of his wings for dear life, it was all too much . He barely managed to slap a hand over Sam’s eyes before he came. Light exploded from his body as he shot hard and deep into the hunter, pumping him full of grace and cum. The lights exploded, the windows blew out, and every car alarm in the near vicinity was going off.
Sam’s limp body slumped down onto the bed, blacked out from the most intense orgasm of his life. Gabriel slipped out of him and watched with dark eyes as cum, his cum, leaked out of Sam’s fucked out, twitching hole. He drew his finger through it, gathering it and pushing it back into Sam.
Sam gasped lightly at the feeling of a finger pushing into his over-sensitive hole and stirred, eyes fluttering open. He smirked, and despite his complete inability to move, propositioned, “We goin’ for round two already?”
Gabriel conjured a plug into existence. “Mmm as much as I’d like to say yes, ‘s not exactly what I had in mind.” He teased the plug at Sam’s entrance, drawing a strangled whimper from the hunter. “Was just thinking how hot you look when your pretty little hole is full of my cum.” Sam shivered under him. “I wanna keep it in there, see how full we can make you.” He pushed the tip of the plug in, watching Sam’s hole flutter around it. “You wanna do that for me, Samshine?” Sam nodded enthusiastically, pushing back onto the plug until it slipped into place. Gabriel ran his hand up Sam’s back and laid down next to him, gathering him up in his arms.
“Never pegged you for a cuddler,” Sam said sleepily, grinning into the pillow.
“Never pegged you for a kinky son of a bitch,” Gabriel retorted, laying a kiss to Sam’s shoulder. “Guess we both have a lot to learn about each other.”