Title: The Cradle Will Fall, 1/?
Author: Connie and Cassen
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to "When the Bough Breaks", recommend reading that first, this will make more sense. Life goes on for the Winchesters, though a much more domestic life than either brother ever thought, but the looming threat of Eve still hangs over the weird family they've managed to form. When the Mother turns her attentions to Sam and his... unique genetic makeup, things go downhill, fast.
Warnings: angst, slash, sexual content, language, mpreg, fledgling!fic, some graphic medical scenes, lots of blood, hurt!sam, more blood... have we mentioned the blood?
The Cradle Will Fall
Part One
Sam moaned into his pillow as Gabriel pounded into him from behind. The slow build of his orgasm wiped his mind of all other thoughts, thoughts like how they ended up in this situation and where this whole... mess was going.
The Archangel's movements pulled Sam closer and closer to climax.
"God, fuck," Sam bit out when the angel's cock slammed perfectly into his prostate.
"You know," came the other man's wrecked voice, "I don't bring up John Winchester when we're together, think you could refrain from bringing my Father into this?"
Sam winced. He hadn't really thought of that, and he knew that word had slipped out a time or two during their trysts. He'd have to watch his mouth from now on.
"Sorry," he apologized.
Gabriel's thrusts turned frantic and Sam knew he was close. He wasn't far off himself. He felt the Archangel slip a hand underneath him to grasp his cock and it was all over. Sam grunted as he coated the other man's hand and the bedspread with cum.
"Sam," Gabriel moaned and Sam felt a warmth spread inside of him, letting him know the angel had gotten off as well.
He expected the other man to pull out and flutter off like he always did, but instead, the Archangel collapsed onto Sam's back, his breathing far too steady for someone who had just gone through a marathon fuck like they had.
Sam's whole body ached in a wonderful way and he couldn't stay awake long enough to wonder why the angel was still there. He drifted off to sleep to the feel of a hand gently caressing his naked back.
Sam woke up some time later, expecting to be alone, as was usual, but was surprised to feel a warm body curled up against his back. He turned his head slightly and met serious golden eyes.
"Gabriel?" he asked.
"It wasn't fair," the Archangel told him, speaking quietly into the darkness. "They all Fell for their... transgressions, all of them except for me. I had a job to do still, He told me. Yeah, like that should have saved me from the same fate my brothers faced," Gabriel told him, voice full of regret and pain.
Sam rolled over to face the other man, realizing his lover was finally opening up a little about his past.
"My son... David, he... he was innocent. It wasn't his fault that I couldn't stand up to my Dad, but it didn't matter. Eve swooped in and that's all it took.
"You and Dean were right," he told Sam. "I'm a coward. I was afraid of losing my place, the power that came with being God's Hand of Justice. My son paid the price for my pride."
Sam opened his mouth to offer some kind of condolence, but Gabriel cut him off.
"You know, the whole time I was playing pagan, I could still hear the Host. I heard them after Lucifer rose. They mocked Castiel, calling him weak, pathetic, but they couldn't see that he was the strongest of us all.
"He chose humanity over Heaven, Dean over Michael. He did what he thought was right, by following his heart, and lo and behold, Daddy rewarded him for it."
"Gabriel," Sam started once again.
"Sam, don't. You wanted me to talk, I'm talking, but I don't want to discuss it."
Sam sighed but reached out for the Archangel regardless. He pulled the shorter man closer to him, noticing how the angel tensed at the movement.
"Fine. We won't talk, but seriously, Gabriel, one day, when you're ready, I'm here."
"In the words of your numbskull brother, 'No chick flick moments.'"
Sam snorted out a laugh. He squeezed the angel's hip reassuringly.
Gabriel's smirk slowly slid off his face, leaving a sad, wistful expression in his eyes. Before Sam could process what the Archangel might be thinking, Gabriel leaned over, and for the first time since they started... this, he pressed his lips against Sam's.
The hunter was caught off guard, but it didn't take long to get with the picture. He passionately kissed the other man back, letting his tongue delve into never before discovered depths. Gabriel tasted of sweets and something Sam couldn't place. Whatever it was, he couldn't get enough of it.
The Archangel eventually pulled back, ending the kiss. The other man's lips were swollen and glistening and Sam wanted nothing more than to lean in and continue their kiss but Gabriel had other ideas.
"Sleep tight, Sammy," he whispered and pressed two fingers against Sam's forehead. The hunter slipped into unconsciousness.
Sam glanced around the room. He realized he was still at Bobby's immediately before realizing he was dreaming again. His dreams hadn't tapered off in the last six months, if anything they had gotten worse.
They always featured the same little girl, at different ages and stages, but it was always her.
Sam was no closer to figuring out who she was, but he was pretty sure she was related to him... possibly even his daughter, though that thought sent cold shivers through his body.
The dreams featured a myriad of other characters, the most prominent being his brother, Cas or Daniel, but there was another constant: a woman he didn't recognize, someone he's sure he's never met before.
This time, he found himself in his bedroom, but the décor had changed. For one, there was a crib in the corner, one he knew didn't occupy his room during his waking hours.
Sam carefully walked over to the crib and glanced inside. It was empty. He was confused for a moment but then he heard light humming from the other side of the room.
His head snapped around and his gaze landed on the mystery woman. She was sitting in a rocking chair, humming softly as she rocked a small, pink swaddled bundle. Sam walked over to the pair, expecting to be ignored like he usually was in his dreams, but was shocked when the woman's eyes snapped up to meet his. Glittering, knowing brown orbs met his hazel ones causing him to freeze.
"Shhh... don't want to wake her, Sammy."
"Who are you?" he demanded, desperate for any answers he could glean from this encounter.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"I think you might already know that," was her cryptic answer. Sam started to demand more of an answer but a small snuffling sound caught his attention.
He glanced down at the bundle the mystery woman was rocking. Curious hazel eyes, so like his own, stared up at him.
"Who is she, then?" he found himself blurting out.
"Oh, Sammy, you're smarter than this, I know it. Use your brain. Who do you think she is?"
Sam glanced down once more at the tiny baby the woman held.
"Daddy's being stupid again, too much time with those icky angels, dulls the brain."
Sam's heart lurched at her words.
"Why so surprised, Sam? You'd already figured it out, I know you knew... deep down, who she was."
Sam tried to think of something to say, but his mind was circling around that word, Daddy.
The snuffling sound was escalating into flat out crying. The mystery woman's attention left Sam so she could focus on the baby in her arms.
"Ahhh, Baby Girl, are you hungry?" she asked softly. He watched the woman hold out a hand and a bottle materialized from out of thin air. Sam was startled to see it pop out of nowhere, but the feeling quickly faded into horror when he realized the bottle was not filled with formula, but rather a thick, red viscous substance. His stomach rebelled at the sight.
"What is that?" he demanded.
"What do you think, Sam? She has to keep her strength up, yes? We want her to be strong like Daddy, don't we?"
Sam watched in horror as the mystery woman slipped the nipple into the tiny searching mouth.
Sam woke with a start, panting harshly and searching the room for any sign that something wasn't right. His stomach was rebelling and he could feel a deep ache inside, a yearning... a craving he hadn't felt in a long time.
His whole body was shaking and he was afraid to get up, afraid he'd walk out that door and do something he'd regret, something he couldn't take back. A part of him wanted to call out for Dean, but he was too ashamed. He couldn't bear to see the disappointment he was sure to find in his brother's eyes if he told him.
"Gabriel," he whispered, not knowing who else to turn to. The Archangel had left some time while he slept, but he'd always promised he was just a prayer away.
A familiar fluttering sound drew Sam's attention to the foot of his bed.
"Miss me already, Sammy," the other man asked, a smirk evident in his voice even if Sam couldn't see his face.
Sam opened his mouth to explain when a shudder shook his body, trapping the words inside.
"Sam?" Gabriel asked, all signs of amusement gone from his voice.
Sam tried again to speak but ended up rolling over to the side of his bed and emptying his stomach into the small trashcan he kept there.
"Sam?" Gabriel called out again, worry evident in his tone.
"Not again," Sam whimpered as the craving ache deep in his stomach started again. He felt the bed dip behind him as a cool hand was placed on his forehead. He immediately felt the nausea recede along with some of the craving.
"Shhh... Sam, it's okay," Gabriel whispered as he pulled the taller man back against him. Sam was still shaking. He couldn't make the shakes stop.
He felt Gabriel's hand against his forehead again as the angel whispered for him to sleep.
"Don't wanna dream," he mumbled, fighting unconsciousness with every fiber of his being.
"You won't, I promise," the angel assured him. With that, Sam let the darkness take him.