Dean Winchester closed his baby's door gently and leaned down by the window to look at his brother who's currently tapping away on his laptop while seated on the driver's seat, "You sure you don't want anything?"
Sam took a moment to smile and look away from the screen of his laptop, "No, I'm good."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Alright," Dean says as he stood up straight, before finally walking away towards the direction of the nearest convenient store.
Sam sighed. He's frustrated at the fact that a trickster is on the loose. It wasn't like the kinds of Gabriel, it was a different sort of guy. He just tricks then kills people for no damn reason. At least Gabriel's reasons were a bit makin' more sense than this guy's killin' the innocent. The Winchester closed his laptop and leaned his back on the car seat, closing his eyes to think of something else but, he couldn't help it.
Why is this case being so difficult? He knows how to kill a fucking trickster. And this time it really is a trickster and not like Gabe who's just having fun with his angel mojo. Hey relax a bit, we're gonna swing this case, 'kay? Dean's voice was echoing in his head. He opened his eyes, maybe he just needs release.
He took a box of tapes that contains Dean's possessions of cassette tapes and porn CDs. Sam took the one with an interesting cover, it was a brunette wearing a maid costume. He opened his laptop the second time and inserted the CD on the slot. The screen was blank at first until, a red background was in sight and the familiar music came off the speakers, making Sam roll the window up while lowering the volume. Ah, some classic Casa Erotica.
"Dear Diary, being a high-powered business president is super-fun. But sooo exhausting. Sometimes, I just need to relax. I need Casa Erotica," the woman narrated as she lay down on the bed wearing black lingerie.
"High-powered business president? Where's the maid?" Sam commented as he continued to watch the dreadful video.
There was a knock on the door, "Room service!"
"Come in," she says and the door opened revealing a moustached Gabriel.
"Uhm…" Sam breathes.
"I've got the kielbasa you ordered!"
"Ohh Polish?"
The angel suggestively raised his eyebrows with a smirk, "Hungarian!" he throws the tray aside and walked towards the woman. Moans were escaping them as Gabriel kissed the girl 'hungrily', both his hands wandered on the woman's waist, feeling her up and down, familiarizing himself with the soft skin against his, an act that went straight to Sam's pants. He can't help but, imagine, what it would feel like if it was Gabriel's tiny hands on his waist.
The hunter remembered this moment. It was when he and Dean were on the highway somewhere in Indiana. He asks 'What the hell's going on?' then as if it was a cue for the archangel to turn to the camera and removing his moustache to say…
"Sam, Dean. You're probably wondering what the hell is going on. If you're watching this I'm dead. Oh please. Stop sobbing. It's embarrassing for all of us. Without me, you've got zero shot at killing Lucifer…Sorry-"
The Winchester paused the video to sigh, at least it was scripted and not really a coincidence. Then he clicked again to resume the video.
"You know Sammy… That was rude of you!"
Wait a minute, that wasn't part of his speech, Sam thought as his own eyebrows curled into confusion. He tried to pause the video again but, it was as if there was a glitch.
"Yeah, you heard me. You don't fucking pause porn unless someone caught you watching it. Also, that was one of my nicest speeches ever okay. I was telling you and you're brother I'm dead. That was amazing! Wait a minute… Maybe that one time I told Mary she was preggers was the best but, this one is okay too, okay?"
"How on Earth?"
"How on Earth? I thought you went to Stanford? Even a seven-year-old could figure this out!"
"You're not dead," Sam says.
"Bingo kiddo!"
"I don't understand. How?"
"I didn't die die exactly-"
Sam slammed his laptop when Dean opened the door so suddenly to Baby's driver seat. Dean grinned, as he entered the car. The taller man glared at him, as he placed some chips and a tray of beer between the two of them. Dean eyed his little bro's obvious effort to hide his crotch area, before saying, "You know if you need some room, I could always just come back later."
"I…"
"No really, I could just come back later."
"Dean it's not what you think."
"You know Sammy, it's normal to watch porn once in a while. I'm not stopping you."
"Damn it, Dean! It's not what you think, okay!" the younger Winchester blurted out before calming his nerves he opened his laptop again and typed his password in, "Look!"
Dean looked at the screen and saw a very detailed, porn action going on between a maid and an office-worker guy. He looked at his brother in confusion, "Sammy, are you suddenly into the brothers watch porn together kind of thing? 'Cause I'm not into that incest thing."
"What? No, I mean just look at it! He's not-" Sam stopped, when he looked at the screen. It was the exact woman on the cover of the case the CD was in. It was not Gabriel, it was not the high business executive woman pretending to write on her diary.
"I know, he's not wearing any condoms but, hey some chicks dig that! And besides she's probably on pills." Dean commented.
For the second time today, Sam slammed his laptop shut, frustrated of what he just saw. He turned to his brother and said, "I think the Trickster were hunting knew that we're on his tail."
"What? You saw something I didn't?"
"Gabriel, I saw Gabriel!"
"Geez, how did the trickster even know about that angel?" the older man asked, getting a bit frustrated.
"I don't know! Do you think it's him?"
"Who? Gabriel? Are you nuts? The man has a porn video entirely dedicated on him being dead. It can't be him! It has to be the damn trickster we're hunting!"
"Yeah, yeah you're right." Sam says, although he sounded unsure of what he just said.
After a few days of tracking the damn trickster, Dean and Sam got his proper location. Got into the same tactic as before, making the poor bastard think that he's got them then, turn the whole thing around because, in fact it was them who tricked him. The tallest man thought it was clever to ask him a question, "How did you know about the angel?"
"Angel? What angel?" the trickster asked, making the younger Winchester think that he was again trying to trick them.
"Gabriel."
"I dunno what the hell you're talking about! Just please don't kill me! If you want me to stop killing people, then fine! I'll stop!" he looked at Sam, searching for mercy in his eyes.
"Maybe you think you'll stop, but you'll never ever stop," Dean said as he stabbed the man with the stake, killing him.
Sam looked at the dead man sprawled across the floor before the body burned by itself, moving himself away so he won't get caught in the fire, "So this is how a real trickster dies?"
"Not a lot of mojo shit like Gabriel," Dean said, "See, I told you it's not him."
"Yeah, yeah you're right," he says again but, this time he truly meant it.
The job was done, no more deaths, the little shit trickster is dead (for real), and they were on the road for the next case, all is well. So, Dean decided it was great moment to spend time in a bar to enjoy a few gifts of life here and there before they head out to the next city. He asked Sam to let loose a bit, but after the mind play thing with the porn. There is no way he's gonna go out there and 'let loose.'
"Nah, you go ahead and have fun. Also, you're going to drive tomorrow, kay?"
"Okay, no worries. I'm not gonna be back by morning," Dean said, closing the door of the impala with a grin on his face. Tonight is the night that he's gonna have another of those one night wonders.
Sam shook his head as he looked at his brother's hopeful walk towards the bar. Dean better get lucky tonight, because he needs some time alone with his laptop. He needs to do some research on the coming case they were after. What possible creature could be causing the deaths? When did the killings started? Things like that. He thought about settling in a motel but, they're only here for one night so there's no need.
Sighing, he opened his electronic device and was shocked to see a video playing…
"Whew! I thought that brother of yours would never leave!"
He quickly shot the laptop close, when he saw that it was Gabriel, with his creepy moustache on. However, he wasn't successful in doing just so, because a hand from inside the screen stopped the thing from closing.
"Ouch!" Gabe said, his hand struggling to open the laptop back up, "Again, Sam!? You are rude!"
"Gabriel?" Sam said in total confusion, It can't be him right? He's dead, and the trickster earlier is also dead. This has to be one of those hallucinations.
"Uh yeah? Who else? And no Samsquatch I am not one of your freaky hallucinations!" he said pulling back his hand inside the computer.
From his side of the screen, his environment looked like bliss. A heaven brothel for the likes of him, that's what it looks like. A place full of women that were products of his imagination lingered and walked through its halls. Sure as hell that Dean Winchester would like to spend a lifetime here, but to Gabriel. To Gabriel this place was his own perdition. For years he wasn't able to do anything. He rendered himself powerless, when he used up all his power to fight his elder bro. After his encounter with Lucifer, he went to hide here, leaving the faith of humanity, of his family in the hands of two hunters. Just so he can restore his health after what Luci did- He blinked his eyes trying to forget.
After that unwanted flashback he stared at the human through the camera as if he was shooting a youtube vlog, and smirked.
"You're actually…" Sam said.
"Yeah, Sam," Gabe said spreading his arm to present himself, "I'm the one they call Gabriel."
The hunter closed his mouth unsure of what wise words he should say. That of course made the angel shake his head chuckling at how clueless the Winchester is, so he did his thing, the mojo thing. However, due to showmanship and intense desire to prank the human, he placed his fingers on the camera's lens. Tapping one, two and three before his hand went to the other side of the screen. The border between his hell, and Sam's world is glowing the will make you think that it was some sort of electricity. It feels nothing like getting electrocution, it actually feels like as he was just having a gentle shower from a small waterfall. He placed his gentle hand on the young hunter's cheek caressing it with care, measuring if the man was real and not a product of his own imagination.
"Oh you're real," he says, smirking with joy as his head began to emerge from the well-lighted screen.
"Well, you are really freakin' me out, Samara." Sam joked, trying to avoid the trickster's touches.
"Relax Sammy boy! I'm just checkin' if you are real." Gabriel said surrendering like he was caught by the freakin' police.
He snapped his fingers, and landed in an awkward situation. No really, an awkward situation. He was sitting on Sam Winchester's lap, both his hands on the man's shoulder, and his back is against the impala's stirring wheel.
"Whoops, sorry. I think I need more practice with this," he says snapping his fingers again but, when nothing happened he looked at it as if it was a cigarette lighter that lost its ability to ignite, so he clicked his fingers again but, nothing happened. He tried shaking his hand but, nothing. He groaned and hugged Sam, nuzzling his nose against the man's neck.
"This sucks," he mouthed against the hunter's skin and he felt Sam stiffened beneath him.
"You lost your powers?" Sam asked, placing a hand on the angel's back. He was not supposed to be doing that, he should be dousing him with holy water or salt or stab him with a silver knife.
"No not lost, just… Disappears from time to time, like a cell phone's battery and wifi. It sucks," the trickster says again, pouting like a baby.
"Yeah, I uh heard."
"This is all Lucifer's fault! Hear that brother?" the archangel let go of Sam temporarily, to scold his older brother with his loud rant, "You fuckin' suck and I hope that you rot in that cage for another century!"
Gabriel was silent for a few moments as if he was hearing a reply, before he slumped back to cuddle with the human.
"What did he say?"
"That he loves me too and that Michael was looking ridiculous with a turban then nothing. Michael probably tried to kill him after that," the angel shrugged as if the killing thing was a normal family scenario, making Sam chuckle.
"What?" Gabe asked him.
"Nothing, you're like a baby."
His statement made Gabriel sat up properly, "Excuse me? I am extremely old. Centuries even. I may be younger than Michael, Lucifer and Raphael, but I am not to be compared to an infant!"
"That's not supposed to be an insu-"Sam says but he was cut off with a searing kiss.
He remained motionless, when Gabriel's thin cupid's bow-shaped lips clashed with his. It was a strange phenomenon because, he was never kissed liked this before. It feels strange to have a man's slightly growing stubble (and a fake moustache) against his face when he usually felt softer pallets than this. It feels strange to be kissed so forcefully when usually it was him that takes the lead. It feels strange to not even move because he was obviously enjoying this.
Gabe was being impatient. No matter how much effort he'd put into the kiss, Sam won't move. It was like the man saw Medusa's own eyes and the poor boy turned into stone. The angel's hands moved away from his shoulder, finding their way up to the hunter's neck. The other crept at the back of Sammy's neck to pull on those long strands gently to tease him. While the other decided it would be best to just explore that long neck up to his sweet cheek, fingers slightly reaching the boy's sensitive ears, as if trying to excite him in some way.
Sam closed his eyes, feeling the drive he tried to fight consume him slowly. The hand on his cheek curiously explored his jawline, or so he thought. The thumb and pointer fingers harshly pressed both side of his cheeks at the point where his upper and lower teeth meet, so that he can open up his mouth as Gabriel's soft tongue slithered in his mouth. Remember the drive that was slowly consuming the hunter? Well, it's gone now as he began kissing back the angel with all the might he has. Pulling the celestial being's vessel closer to his, trying to gain control like he usually has when it comes to things like this.
Oh so this is how he wants to play, Gabriel thought as he deepened his kiss earning a scandalous moan from the Winchester.
He felt Sam's hands clutching hard on his clothing, begging for something and trying to push him away. Damn it, I can breathe!
He heard the boy's thoughts and in an instant Gabe let go of him, breaking the enchantment that had obviously formed between the two of them. He forgot that Sam requires oxygen like most beings and feels embarrassed by that as he tried to look anywhere else but on him. He heard Sammy cough, trying to swallow air into his lungs quickly as he can, and that made the archangel stare back at him due to concern. The boy looked back at him, Sam is fine.
"So that's how you react when you are compared to a baby?" Sam asked him, licking his lips absentmindedly.
"Yes. Can a naive child do that?" he smirked, pulling on the man's flannel shirt.
"No but, what kind of argument was that? I mean seriously, that's so..." Sam was still talking when the angel decided to plant kisses on his neck, "So childish."
"You think so?" Gabriel asked against his skin, before he bit him, sucking lightly to leave a mark.
Sam groaned, closing his eyes as he tilted his neck willingly so that Gabe would have better access. "Yeah..." he moaned, answering the guy's question, "So –fucking- childish."
Gabriel chuckled as he nuzzled his nose on the now redden part of the boy's skin, tracing his way up to the hunter's chin. "Oh really?" he challenged, eyebrow up as he eyed Samuel's honest to goodness lips. Sam rolled his eyes then he shook his head, pulling the trickster back for a second kiss just as hot as the last one. Then he pulled the shorter man away from him, "This seriously ruins the mood," he pointed out the fake moustache as he tried to take it off, Gabriel moved away blocking the large hand, so that the moustache remains untouched.
The archangel just smiled at him, "Shut up, you like it!" Although he teased the hunter, he did snap it off his smug little face. Sam really did like that moustache it was 'so macho' (Gabriel's words not Sam's). He grinned when the boy pulled him back for another taunting kiss, as if they were exploring the center of the Earth together. Moans and growls were coming out of them, filling the car with such intense heat. The taller man tugged on the angel's clothes, trying to get it off him when the shorter man grinded his ass on the human's jeans that outlined his oh so hard dick.
"Oh God!" the hunter groaned.
"Easy with the blasphemy there kiddo," Gabriel said using his remaining strength to pin the man on his seat, "Although I have to admit you are totally hot saying my father's name, I prefer that you say mine."
"Gabriel…" Sam whispered, moving his hips up towards Gabe.
"Oh father-" the angel moaned his eyes moving heavenward to the taste of the growing lust, the growing desire for the human.
The Winchester chuckled, "What were you were saying about blasphemy?"
"Fuck me you little shit!" he growled, looking directly at Sammy to make sure he gets the message.
"Oh I intend to-" Sam says but, he was completely stopped when the trickster decided to just shut him up with another kiss.
As he twirled his fingers in the man's long brown locks, they humped against each other, as if they didn't feel their throbbing cocks begging release, begging for a skin-to-skin sort of contact. They were still caged with too much clothing, and Sam took off Gabriel's vest and shirt harshly with such force a human could manage. He sampled the flesh in front of him, tasting the sweet angel of the lord. It made Gabe smirk. The boy's eagerness to get naughty is too much to not let him have his way.
Pushed back against the steering wheel and unwantedly wanting the impala to honk, the angel cussed, "Fuck Sammy, you wanna wake up the whole neighbourhood?" He was ignored when Sam decided to lap his vessel's soft light-colored nipples, biting gently making his way to his neck, daring to leave his own mark. Gabriel's nails were digging in the unbuttoned flannel shirt the Winchester was wearing, trying to control the strength that was still left in him.
He snapped his fingers to get the remaining piece of clothing off of both of them, getting impatient himself, because this trickster fucking wants his treat now! Thankfully, it worked like a charm.
Sam smirked, thinking that the mojo thing was back as he eyed their clothes that are carefully folded on the passenger seat next to them. Although his train of thoughts got knocked out, when the damn archangel decided to use his force with him and sunk him on the black beauty's leather. He moaned like a wanton when Gabriel pitter pattered a trail of kisses from his nipple up to his previously marked neck, he thinks that the angel probably wanted him to remember his night. Wanted him to make sure that there would be evidence he would wake up to the next morning, evidence that his brother, Dean Winchester would probably tease him about. His hands roamed Gabriel's smooth back and squeezed that cute ass that always haunted him from the first time they met.
Pulling up from his possessive kiss tattooing routing on the Winchester, Gabriel grinned "You think I have a cute ass?" There was another heart-felt squeezed on his butt cheek and he let out a lustful moan. Sammy's finger somehow reached the lips of his hole, curiously tabbing its entrance. This human, really? Gabe mentally ughed while rolling his eyes, Stop teasing me! He pushed back, letting an inch of the damn man's finger inside of him, "Oh fuck!"
"You're wet?" Sam remarked, feeling the Gabe's ass is already filled with a lube-like substance.
"Yeah, well, perks of being an archangel with an on and off switch with his power I guess," he laughed.
"Oh god, don't you ever shut up?" Sam asks, looking at the celestial being on his lap.
"Ask the man, he'll tell you that I don't," the trickster grinned grabbing hold of the Winchester's dick.
A continuous flow of 'Oh fucks' 'Oh yes' and 'Shits' rolled out of the hunter's sinful lips, as the archangel's hand moved up and down on his length covered with pre-cum. Sam's mind was practically going blank from all the pleasure that was presented to him by the angel, he needs to reciprocate. He slid his finger inside Gabe without hesitation, the man (well, angel) was after all already prepped in a manner of speaking. Sammy felt the grasp on his dick slightly loosening a bit when he hit a certain nub inside the trickster, he nudged it again with the tip of his finger to make sure he was right on what he think it is.
The angel's vessel shuddered with delight, when Sam found his prostate and now that he inserted two fingers to accompany the first one, he swear he could just blast the ground apart. He twisted his hand on the human's dick, pumping hard like the world would end if he didn't do it.
"Sam…" he tried to get the hunter's attention, but it came out as an erotic calling for the man's name.
"Sam!" he shouted, "I think the foreplay's a bit –fuck- I need you inside me… I –oh my go-" he bit his lips to prevent a blasphemous remark and it was harsh enough to let blood trickle down his chin.
Sammy licked him, working his way up from the angel's sweaty neck and up to the crimson filled chin tasting the blood. His free hand that rested on the trickster's waist left and tried to grab a condom from his jeans' pocket on the seat next to them. When he got it, Gabriel instantly grab hold of the packet and used his own teeth to tear it, placing the condom on the Winchester's heaven-sent dick.
He looked at Sam, "Are you sure about this?"
Sam's finger tried to spread him wider for him but, when he did, the angel pushed his damn huge arm away, making his fingers escape the warm and wet cave that the shorter man possessed.
"Are you sure about this Winchester?" he spat.
"Yes, you adorable fucker!" Sam let out a sarcastic remark.
His intentions were clear as water, they obviously both wanted this and maybe for a long time now. He placed his hands on the angel's hips, but Gabriel doesn't want Samuel's handsy human hands on him. So the boy just took the wheel with both hands while the archangel positioned himself on top of Sammy's oh so sweet dick of wonders. He teases the hunter by just placing his wet hole on the tip of his condom-covered-cock, but when he felt Sam frustrated underneath him he decided to have mercy and obliged, taking the boy balls deep inside of him. Bouncing up and down on the Winchester in a slow torturing manner and damn Sam just wants to have his way with him.
Fuck this I'm having my way with you! Sam said in his head as he took the angel's legs and propped it up on his shoulders before he began thrusting into him. The archangel moaned like a doll, while the Winchester panted, murmuring a few things here and there. Their movement made the impala jump like it has a hydraulics feature, their moans condensed into her now fogged up windows. "Faster, boy!" Gabriel ordered him almost hitting his head against the roof of the car. Sam did just so, he fucked the angel fast and without thinking. It was as if he was an animal on the loose and Dean will kill him later for the mess that is coming up, because he was close, closer to hell or heaven, than he had ever been.
"Then come Sam," the trickster whispered, showering his forehead and hair with kisses, "Come for me…"
The trickster feels so good, the way his vessel's muscle hugged the human's dick was so heavenly. Imagine what kind of feeling it would be if there was no piece of plastic between the two of them. Imagine the ecstatic moment that would send him to the moon and back. He didn't need Gabriel telling him what to do, he came at his own accord, "Ohh-" he screamed before the angel kissed him, shutting him the hell up. He was still inside the angel, pumping his cum into the condom as he softened bit by bit.
Gabe whispered against his lips, "Close your eyes…"
The fuck? There is no way Sam Winchester will allow this son of a bitch angel to shut him up during his orgasm, and Now he gets all bossy telling me to- Gabriel looked at him with a determined look, the burning angel eyes sort of look. He sighed, Fine. He shut his eyes, and felt the man in front of him, tracing the curvature from his chest down to where his wet throbbing cock resides, he can feel it drenching his own flesh even before his hand caught it. He curled his fist around it, moving it up and down in the same manner the angel did for him.
"Ohhh Sam!" – he panted – "Don't fucking sto-"
Sam felt his hand poured with a thick liquid, the same time he heard a crushing sound in the impala. BLAG! He had the urge to open his eyes, but, Gabriel shouted, "Don't! Y-you can't see me like this!"
With that, Sam did open his eyes, but he didn't look directly at Gabe. He looked at the rear-view mirror that he usually sees at the top of the windshield but now, it rests on the top of their clothes, accompanied by clear broken glass that used to be the windshield, and a bronze gold feather next to the condom's opened wrapper. Through the reflection, he saw the impala's roof half bent outwards. He saw the light coming out of the streetlamps. He saw the steering wheel removed from its place. He saw the afterglow. He saw Gabriel.
"I know… I look hideous." the angel pouted, pulling his legs back down on Sammy's lap as he hugged the very naked man, hiding away his face.
"No, you look…" Sam said, blushing at the very word that popped up in his head, Beautiful.
Gabriel buried his face even deeper, "No Sam, look at my wings. Look at them."
"I am. All three pairs of them." He says tracing the frame of the he thinks has the longest wingspan, "Why three pairs? Don't angels usually have… I dunno a pair?"
"That's because I'm not just an angel," He whispers with a bit of pride, "I'm an archangel."
"Yeah they're pretty."
"They don't even have feathers anymore…" the trickster mumbles.
"That's not true," Sam says, pulling him away from him so that he can look at his face.
"They're fucking falling off one by one Samwich!"
"We'll nurse you back… I'll nurse you back." he says before hugging him.
"Promise?"
He chuckled, "Of course! Well that is… if Dean doesn't kill me with the mess we made with his baby."
"I won't let him kill you," he says, before he kissed Sam on the lips.
I never meant to be so bad to you
One thing I said that I would never do
A look from you and I would fall from grace
And that would wipe smile right from my face
Do you remember where we used to dance
And incidents arose from circumstance
One thing lead to another when we were young
And we would scream together songs unsung
It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
The heat of the moment shown in your eyes
Sam Winchester arose straight from his sleep like an angel possessed him. Somehow, he noticed that he was no longer sitting on the driver seat, and that he was no longer naked. He groaned at the song that's consuming the background and shot a sharp look at his brother. They've been over this, no more fuckin' Asia! Dean didn't notice of his little brother, and just looked ahead on the road.
"Dean?" Sam voiced.
"No wonder the snoring stopped!" Dean teased, glancing at Sammy who's not happy, "You okay?"
Rolling his eyes the man leaned forward, and jabbed at the cassette player so that it would vomit the annoying tape that's been ruining his mood, which wasn't even there because Dean Winchester decided that it would be a perfect morning to just turn the radio on.
"Hey! Hey!" his brother shouted, "Careful, she doesn't like it when people just touch her like that!"
"She's just a car, Dean." Sammy argues, when the annoying music just stopped erupting from the speakers.
"Shh!" the older Winchester shushed him and placed his hand on the dashboard, "He doesn't mean it Baby, Sam's just being a little dipshit 'cause his date last night left him."
"Wait, what date?"
Dean chuckled, "Don't play dumb, Sammy…"
"I'm not, what are you talking about?"
"An opened packet of condom," Dean says as he grabbed an empty familiar silver packet next to Sam.
"The smell of sex? The obvious hickeys on your neck? All evidences say that you got 'some' last night." he continued throwing back the packet on his brother's lap.
When the oldest Winchester said 'hickeys' the younger hunter opened the glove compartment quickly and looked for a mirror or anything that provide him reflection. He grabbed a silver knife and-
"Woah! Sam, let go of that knife, if you want me to stop talking about last ni-"
"Shut up!" he says, looking down at his blurry reflection, his neck is indeed covered with patches, although he cannot tell if they're blue, violet, or red against his skin. He sighed and brought it back inside the compartment and sunk against his seat.
So it wasn't a dream, Gabriel's not dead and he just had sex with him, "Shit!"
"Yeah, believe it or not last night was pretty hot!" Gabe voiced from the back of the car, making the Winchester turn around.
"What the hell?" he exclaimed, making Dean look at his brother like he was crazy.
The angel placed a finger on his lips, "Dean-o can't see me."
"You okay?" his brother asked him.
"Yeah, I just thought I saw something." He replied returning to his previous position and eyed the road.
"Oh, so you're just gonna ignore me after last night of great fucking?"
He let the trickster talk, but he did ignore him.
"Okay," the archangel says, "I'm just going to talk since Dean can't hear me. Let's see… Ah yes, I really like how you felt inside me Sam, how your delicious – mmn fuck- cock just took me. Especially, the way that you tried to boss me around, -oh Sam!- that was so fucking hot!"
He was fine with the talking, and annoying thing but, talking about last night and eventually letting out hot noises is a bit too much. It was too much for him and his dick. Oh god, make him stop! Sam prays, covering his ears, and thankful enough that Dean didn't dare look at him. He felt hands above the hands that were covering his ears.
"Oh relax, I was just teasing you." the voice said removing his temporary ear plugs before he felt a very wet kiss on his ear.
The hunter's shoulders went straight up against his ears on instinct, avoiding the invisible angel's sinful activities.
"You alright Sammy?" the older hunter asked.
"Uh yeah… Goosebumps. It's a bit cold don't you think?" he says turning the heater's switch a bit higher, but Dean just shrugged and let him do what he wanted.
"So where are you guys headed?" Gabriel asked, still clinging onto him from the back seat.
"Dean, how long will it take to get to Florida?" Sam asked his brother while, answering the angel's answer.
"An hour more," the older human answered, turning the radio back on. Thankfully, it wasn't Asia.
"Why not? I like Asia." Gabriel says, an obvious pout coming from him.
Sammy sighed, shaking his head, It's going to be a long ride.
