A/N: I've not been posting much recently (all my time eaten up by homework) but here. Have this as an apology...
He's is fairly sure Sam doesn't mean it. Doesn't realise that every whispered, "Gabriel," is a prayer, that every time he spreads his legs and spills across his stomach he offers himself up to Gabriel. Offers that the archangel come and take as he pleases, fill himself with Sam and the power brought by such a sacrifice.
It's been years, decades, since he last had such a fervent prayer to his name, and he craves to answer the summons, to accept what Sam is offering, but he can't. He will not touch Sam, not without his permission, not without being asked directly.
Still, a part of him wishes at times like these that he were more trickster and less archangel, that he were willing to take, and damn the consequences, rather than merely listen.
"Gabriel," breathes Sam, half way across the world, spreading his legs a little wider, curling his hand tighter. Gabriel can feel it through the tug of prayer, a small jolt of sensation trickling through his Grace. "Gabriel please." He bites his lip, the thrill of power shuddering down his spine, the pull of his name twisting low in his gut.
When Sam starts swearing, little stuttered curses, Gabriel gives up, slips out of the bar he's frequenting and into a back alley, leaning his head against the wall and slipping a hand down the front of his pants and wrapping fingers around his half-hard cock.
Together they move, separated by thousands of miles, Gabriel timing his movements to Sam's as he drags his hand lazily up and down, heedless of the soft half-grunts escaping his mouth and filling the air around him. He's not seeing the alleyway - he's seeing Sam, laid out below him, face twisted in pleasure and mouth hanging open. A phantom, a fantasy, almost painfully close to real and plausible.
When Sam finally comes across his hand, mouth open in a silent cry, he has no idea that in a dark, dirty back alley in northern Germany, an archangel is doing exactly the same thing.