Title: Try and slow the rain
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x Gabriel, background Dean Winchester x Castiel, references to Sam x Ruby and there is a dog named Dog
Warning(s): angst, adult language, vessel/gender!bending, pregnancy, soul mates, inexplicit heterosexual sex and mentions of two guys getting freaky
Spoiler(s): Everything through 5.08, "Changing Channels"
Prompt(s): For arialyre's birthday. Prompt redacted for spoilers.
Word Count: 5,294
Beta Reader: fallingemerald, who didn't so much as beta as assure me that this was good. I was very nervous because I love arialyre so.
Rants: I hope you like this, baby. /nervous
Summary: From the first time he sees Sam, Gabriel knows that they're soul mates. Getting Sam to be okay with the fact is going to take some work, though.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
The minute Gabriel first lays eyes on Sam he knows he's doomed. He can feel his Grace reacting, curling and twisting and reaching after so long of being dormant. It surprises him so much at first that he almost doesn't stop it, almost lets it brush against Sam, claim Sam.
Of course, it turns out Sam is hunting him and Dean stakes him (or tries to anyway). It's heartbreaking and upsetting in a way Gabriel can't even begin to understand and he's torn between ripping Sam and Dean apart with his teeth and tearing Sam's clothes off and having his wicked way with him right there. He knows which his Grace would prefer, but he thinks it's okay that he's a little pissed off.
In the history of his Father's universe, Gabriel doesn't think an angel has ever almost been stabbed through the chest with a wooden stake by his soul mate. Assuming, that's what it is of course. Gabriel is rarely wrong about things like this and the yearning is so deep he doesn't think it could be anything else.
To his dog, he says, "It's indigestion." The Jack Russell gives him a look Gabriel would almost classify as condescending, if he didn't know better. Dog's emotions and thoughts don't run that deep, Gabriel knows because he's been inside his head, but Gabriel still can't shake the feeling he's being judged.
Which, is ridiculous, because Gabriel ran away from Heaven so people would stop judging him (well, there was more to it than that, like the fighting, but Michael constantly judging him was a heavy weight, too) he doesn't need it from some stray he picked up a couple cities back.
"Shaddup," Gabriel tells Dog, but he doesn't stop the dog from bouncing his way into the archangel's lap and demanding to be scratched behind the ears.
It takes three months for the feeling pulsing in Gabriel's Grace to become impossible to ignore. He doesn't know whether he should be proud it took so long or annoyed he'd caved so quickly. It's been so long he doesn't remember how these things are supposed to go.
It's easy enough to find Sam. All he really has to do is follow the trail of destruction, and that would be even if his Grace wasn't guiding him. Gabriel will admit, the Winchesters sure had a way of leaving their mark on the world. He doesn't know how much they know, but he doesn't really care.
The boys are in a bar, and Gabriel can't risk being recognized, not if he wants to sate the pulsating feeling that's shaking him to the core. Molding his vessel into a different form is easy enough, he created his current favored form with his own hands, after all. She's hot, he thinks, this new form. Tall and blonde with bedroom eyes and hips that beg to be grabbed.
He introduces himself as Kitty when Dean steps away to play pool, and Sam's cheeks flush when he looks at her and he can't quite make eye contact with Gabriel. Gabriel blames it on the little black dress, but it was supposed to work in his favor, not against it.
"You from around here?" Gabriel asks, batting his eyelashes as coyly as possible, long red nails tracing down Sam's bicep through his hoodie. He's laying it on thick, something more deserving in a porno than in a bar in Michigan, but it's never failed him before. Human men usually fall head over heels for it.
It would be Gabriel's luck though that Sam is the one guy not interested in bending Gabriel over a table right now. He's been ignoring the lustful gazes since he stepped in, only had eyes for Sam, but Sam rubs the back of his neck and blushes when he says, "I'm sure you're a nice girl, er, Kitty, but I'm not really looking for any kind of… companionship… right now."
For a minute, Gabriel just stares. He's not sure what's wrong with his vessel, has seen into Sam's head and knows he likes blonde hair, green eyes, tall and busty. It's always been Sam's type. Which means it isn't the vessel, it's Gabriel. He knows it shouldn't sting so much, he was only acting, but his Grace is wounded all the same.
"Kitty?" Sam asks tentatively when Gabriel doesn't say anything. "Are you okay?"
"You're an asshole," Gabriel says before he can stop himself, narrowing his eyes. "You can't deny my companionship like I'm a whore."
"I didn't mean it like that – " Sam says, eyes widening. "I'm sorry, I'm just – "
Gabriel's pride is too wounded for him to stick around to hear the rest of Sam's apology. He vaguely hears Sam tell Dean that Gabriel was just some weird crazy chick when the older Winchester asks what the Hell just happened, and the minute Gabriel's outside in the cold night air he wills himself away.
"Only Kali and Artemis have ever turned me down for sex," Gabriel says to Dog, sitting on the floor and holding on to one end of a rope toy while the Jack Russell tries to tug it away. "Granted, Arty turned out to be into chicks, but hey, I'm an accommodating guy."
Gabriel lets go of the toy at the same time Dog tugs it, and Dog ends up nearly falling over as he stumbles backwards. The lack of resistance startles him for a minute, before he nips at Gabriel's shin in annoyance. He noses the toy to Gabriel's hand, and stares until Gabriel picks it up again.
Being around Sam, even for a few short minutes, had helped to ease the he'smineminemine feeling pumping through Gabriel's veins a little but it was only a matter of time before it became insufferable again. "Goddamn Winchesters," Gabriel huffs, tossing the rope toy to the other side of the room and Dog chases it. "They have to ruin everything."
Dog barks happily for a minute when he skitters across the wood floor to paw at the toy under a couch and Gabriel just watches him. He's kind of jealous. Not that he'd want to be neutered anytime soon, but Gabriel provides Dog with everything the little beast could want and all he wants in return was the stupid thing's unconditional love.
Not because Gabriel is lonely or anything, he just likes having that kind of control over people. Honest.
It is another two months before Gabriel gives into the longing feeling and goes to Sam's side. He spots Dean first, and startles at the endless black that is twisting around where the male's soul should have been. Dean looks annoyed at Gabriel for a second until he takes in Gabriel's new form – still tall, still blond, but brown eyes and a slightly less revealing black dress – and then Gabriel has to fight off the wrong brother's affections.
"Dean, leave her alone," Sam says, amused, when he slips up to the bar on the other side of Gabriel and rolls his eyes at his brother. "She's obviously not interested."
"Pffft," Dean snorts, glaring at Sam. "Don't be a cock blocking little brother and learn to stop sticking your nose in other people's business, Sasquatch."
"You're brother is right," Gabriel hums, sipping his hot pink drink through a curly straw – fruity and sweet and almost as delicious as he's sure Sam is going to be – rolling his eyes. "I've no interested in a soulless womanizer."
For a minute, Dean and Sam just stare at Gabriel, alarmed. They're freaking out that Gabriel knows, which, stupid, stupid slip of the tongue on his part, and he just blinks and smiles sweetly. "No offense."
"Whatever," Dean says, pushing himself away from the bar. "Have fun with the evil lady, Sammy," Dean says, clapping his brother on the back behind Gabriel before pushing himself away from the bar. "I'm going to go say 'hi' to the Double Mint Twins."
"I'm Roxxie," Gabriel says, whirling around on the barstool to face Sam. He grins lasciviously and it makes Sam shift awkwardly. "Nice to meet you, Sammy."
"Actually, it's just Sam, if you don't mind," Sam says.
When the bartender comes around he orders a beer, and for a while they just talk. Stupid stuff, small stuff, about how Sam is a cop and Gabriel is a lawyer and when one drinks turn into a few, Gabriel rests his hand on Sam's knee and Sam doesn't push it away.
Minutes or hours pass, Gabriel doesn't know, doesn't care. He listens to Sam tell him a story about a probably incestuous family of cannibals (what a great story for a first date, Sammy, really, but Gabriel had started it with a story about virgin sacrifices so he probably shouldn't complain) and Gabriel's Grace is practically singing at the closeness of Sam, at the warmth of his knee and the brightness of his smile.
Gabriel's hand inches up Sam's thigh, slowly, but before any real progress can be made Dean is back and interrupting. "Dude, I'm kind of busy here," Sam says, scowling at his older brother.
"I can see that, Sammy," Dean says. He winks at Gabriel and the archangel rolls his eyes, still smirking, but when Dean looks at Sam his expression is serious. "I just got a call from the ME's office though and there's been another incident. We have to get back to work now."
Sam immediately tenses up, his expression darkening as he nods his head. "I'm really sorry, Roxxie, but this is important."
"Go be a hero, Sam," Gabriel says, shrugging his shoulders impassively. "I'll see you around, sometime."
"Yeah, maybe," Sam says, flashing Gabriel a tired smile. Sam doesn't ask for his number though, and Gabriel doesn't offer to give it.
It's Sam who finds Gabriel next, and as much as Gabriel likes Sam – well, like doesn't cut it when every fiber of Gabriel's being screams to be with Sam, but it's more of an obsession than love – he's been paying attention to what's been going on lately, and he really can't pass up the chance he's given.
It's almost painful for Gabriel to have to torment Sam so, but he needs to learn a lesson. What's dead should stay dead (unless of course you were the Son, but his Father was more of a "do as I say, not as I do" kind of guy). Sam and Dean have no idea what they've set in motion and Gabriel just hopes he can get the message across.
It's a very long year and as fond of senseless violence as Gabriel is, killing Dean quickly becomes boring, tedious even. He's running out of ways to be creative so he just gives up. He makes him slip in the shower, choke on a fry, strangle himself in his sheets, electrocute himself. Gabriel's Grace is practically screaming at him, trying to tear him apart from the inside out but as much as Gabriel wants and needs Sam, he can't lose the entire planet because the two boys are idiots.
And eventually, Gabriel just gives up. Sam doesn't get the message, or if he does, he's reacting in a way Gabriel never intended for him to. He's in constant pain from doing this to Sam, but he wills himself away and tries to focus on something else, anything else.
Dog is ignoring him, like he knows what Gabriel has done. Gabriel is sick of being judged by the Jack Russell so when he leaves the temporary apartment for good, he leaves Dog.
He goes to Athens to stir up some trouble with corrupt politicians and when that bores him he goes to fuck with the cartels. He leaves a string of gruesome deaths across the planet, from Tokyo to Lisbon to Moscow to Paris but eventually he makes his way back to the States and starts over again. This country seems to be the center of pain and destruction and he wants to wreck as much havoc as he can.
Also, he kind of misses Dog. He slips back in time to the day he left the Jack Russell, and while Dog is still indifferent of him, he wags his tail when Gabriel arrives before turning his attention back to the stuffed duck between his sits on the floor behind him and cards his fingers through Dog's short fur, and Dog lets out a pleased huff. His tongue is quick when it darts out to lick at Gabriel's wrist and Gabriel can't stop the small smile from slipping from his lips.
It's another three months before Gabriel runs into Sam again, and he's trembling like a junkie when he does. He needs so much that it hurts and he doesn't know what to do. Finding Sam is easy, especially now that he's got demon blood pumping through his veins and he smells so strongly of Ruby that Gabriel is almost physically ill.
It's not right, it's not fair. Sam is his. Sam was always his and was always going to be his. If Gabriel's Grace wasn't screaming so loudly for contact, he would leave that instant to go gank the bitch himself. This is not who Sam is supposed to be. It's not who Sam wants to be. He's so broken, but then again, so is Gabriel. They're a perfect match.
He doesn't have the patience or energy to do more than shift his vessel to a female form, his brown hair still falling into his amber eyes. He's slim and short, flat chested and wearing ratty jean's and a threadbare tee he got from Queen's first concert (he usually wears it to annoy Crowley, but he needed something besides his usual attire and it was the first thing he grabbed).
Gabriel looks like Hell, he knows he does, but Sam looks at him across the smoky room and he quits playing pool to slide up against Gabriel in the bar. They don't introduce themselves and they both down a shot of whiskey before Gabriel asks if Sam wants to get out of there. Sam doesn't hesitate before saying "yes".
Not being a romantic, Gabriel finds it hard to care that his first time with Sam is in the backseat of the Impala behind a seedy bar. He'd always assumed Sam had more class than that, but when neither of them bothered to ask the other for a name, Gabriel figures it was to be expected. At least it wasn't against the brick wall. It's hard to do that in jeans and his skin would scrape and sting.
Sam isn't gentle, but Gabriel doesn't care, and he gives back as good as he gets. He's pretty sure Sam ripped his shirt but he doesn't give Gabriel a chance to bitch before he kisses across Gabriel's chest. The bra is easy to dispose of, and his jeans and panties disappear just as quickly as Sam's own clothes.
It's hard and fast and quick, and Gabriel's surprised it's so easy for Sam to rip an orgasm out of him. They lay together panting, afterwards, before Sam passes Gabriel his bra.
"Sorry about your shirt," he says, eyes half lidded as he watches Gabriel shimmy back into his clothes.
Gabriel just shrugs. The ache of needing to be close to Sam has vanished, but something else has replaced it in its wake. Gabriel doesn't want to stick out to find out what though, so he says "Goodbye, Sam," before climbing out of the car.