Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
A/N: Okay, so this isn't exactly what I wanted for chapter 1… but then again, I didn't think I would have any of this done until after NaNoWriMo. I know this chapter is short (like seriously, 1,000 words is really short) and I can't promise regular updates with NaNo going on… but I wanted this uploaded. So here it is!
Warnings: Slash (this is the only time you will be warned of this), please note that there will be BDSM in this story, if this bothers you please turn back now. No warnings for this chapter.
Special Notice PLEASE READ:Please pay attention to the warnings at the beginning of each chapter. I will be mentioning anything that happens in the chapter to avoid triggers. If there is something in the warning for that chapter which throws you off, but you still want to read the other chapters, please leave me a message in a comment, or email me crownoyami and I will tell you a summary, so you can avoid it. NO trigger/limit is silly/stupid/childish, I have ones that other people have considered 'stupid' I get it. Also, this is a work of fiction and not realistic (I will do my best; however, Gabriel is an archangel, there are things he can do and have done to him that humans can't/shouldn't)
Please kink responsibly.
Chapter 1
After Gabriel's revelation, it had been pure chaos. While Gabriel had given Sam a saddened look, it had only been a moment later he had raised his hand and snapped, with that snap both Gabriel and his son were gone. John had been the first to react, his accusing eyes glaring at Sam and demanding a report on what exactly was going on. Like always, there were harsh words thrown about before Bobby cut in, telling John that since the hunt was done he could damn well get off his property unless he wanted a few bullet holes in him. John had left shortly after, and while Sam was expecting Dean to follow their father, Dean had remained behind.
Once John was out of the picture, Sam felt himself break down. He didn't cry, he couldn't with Bobby and Dean around, but he shut down. They had been so happy together, had it all been a lie? Sitting down on the bed he had shared with Gabriel just the night before, Sam grabbed the box of papers Gabriel had given him. Had it only been an hour ago that he thought he could keep this? Had it only been last night that he had been happy, blissfully so? Glancing down at the papers, Sam thought about throwing them against the wall, just barely stopping himself.
This was what he needed to hold onto.
But first, he needed time. How long, Sam didn't know, but processing that your lover was a creature would take time. Hopefully he would be able to figure out what he wanted to do soon, because Sam knew that falling out of love with Gabriel wasn't an option.
Hunting with Dean was everything and nothing like it had been before. There were a few changes, most being due to a slim piece of plastic Sam had found in his wallet after they hit the road. Gabriel hadn't tried to contact him, but Sam found a credit card in front of a new health insurance card with his name on it. While he was at Stanford, Sam had tried to keep a low profile, and while he did have a credit card it was a student visa. This one was a black American Express. After a few test runs, Sam learnt there didn't seem to be a limit on the card, and thus the brothers didn't have to scam their cash. Dean still played the odd high-stakes poker game, but it was more because it was something he enjoyed than needing a win.
While he hadn't wanted to take the time from school, and Sam was certain that Brady would welcome him back into the dorm, Sam needed time away to figure out what he wanted. It wasn't until he was being straddled by a woman in white that Sam realized he needed to make a choice, and make it quick. Standing there in the house where the woman's children had seemingly dragged her to the afterlife, Sam sighed heavily before climbing into the Impala, Dean at the wheel. Leaning his head back against the headrest, Sam didn't say anything as they drove to their hotel room, a step up from the normal dives Sam had been raised in.
Flopping down on his bed, Sam ran a hand through his hair, surprised when Dean sat down on his own bed instead of heading out for the night. Turning to face Dean, Sam wondered what his brother wanted to say. With the almost constipated look on his face, Sam had a feeling he knew.
"So, you give any thought to if your going to gank your boyfriend or not?"
Glaring at Dean, Sam couldn't hold back the anger in his voice while he responded. "No Dean, I'm not going to 'gank' my boyfriend. What the hell, man?"
Instead of getting angry, Dean looked Sam over for a second before speaking. When he did, Sam was surprised at the genuine curiosity in his tone. "Well, you're going to have to make a choice sometime, Sammy. Way I see it, you're either going to try and make it work with the pipsqueak, or you're shutting him out. This in-between crap isn't going to fly for much longer."
"Would you be okay with that? I mean, shouldn't you be trying to help me get over the monster that screwed me over?"
It wasn't like Dean to see in shades of grey, while Sam had always questioned the things they hunted, Dean was always one to follow orders. Seeing Dean willing to accept Gabriel for Sam's sake seemed off character.
"I've been talking to Bobby, apparently he ran into some Trickster years back. Way he tells it… if this guy was playing a trick on you, if he was trying to get something out of it? He would have done it ages ago. He's been researching your bed-buddy since he revealed himself, and while he can be a Grade-A Dick, Loki isn't the type to fuck around like this. You told Bobby that Loki already told you about his wife and kids, well from what Bobby could piece together, guy was telling the truth. I don't like it, but why would he tell you that unless you were his end-game? I donno man, but the more I talk to Bobby, the more I believe he might not be so bad."
For a moment Sam stared at Dean, when he didn't answer right away, Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Listen, I hate this chick-flick sharing our feelings crap, but if you don't get out of your emo funk it's going to eventually get one of us killed. That, and you're angsting up my baby! So, stow your crap, figure it out, and if you want to bring your Sugar Daddy into the game give me a heads up."
Smiling, Sam laughed for a second. "He's not my Sugar Daddy, Jerk." Instead of brushing the comment aside, Dean gestured to the hotel room they had been able to book, quirking an eyebrow. "Looks like it to me, dude he left you an unlimited credit card, if that doesn't scream Sugar Daddy, I don't know what does. Face it Bitch, you're his bitch now."
Throwing his pillow at Dean, Sam laughed as Dean didn't quite dodge and it landed on his face. The two bickered for a bit before bunkering down for the night. As he lay in the dark, waiting for sleep to claim him, Sam couldn't help but decide that he needed to talk to Gabriel. While he was hurt the other man had hidden his nature from Sam, he could at least hear Gabriel out. There was a box with divorce papers inside that proved he owed him that much.
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