Disclaimer: The Winchesters, the angels, the demon - none belong to me. The homophobes, the vampires and the wendigos do. I kinda like the latter, but the other two can burn in hell.

Note: I'm sorry if I screw up any of the Americanisms - I'm British, and while I've tried to stick to the speech patterns and colloquialisms indigenous to the various states of the USA, I'm aware I've probably gone wrong in a few places. Let's just call it artistic license yeah?

WARNING: Slash, mentions of light gore and sex (not at the same time and not explicit). Don't like it? Go away. Simple.


It was a hunt gone wrong. Very wrong. Somehow he'd gotten separated from his brother, probably in between all the running and fighting they'd been doing, and now he had what seemed like half a hoard of vampires gunning for his ass. The other half had most likely gone after Dean... they seemed to have taken offence to his calling them 'pasty faced emo-wannabes'. Sam could somewhat sympathise.

Problem was, in this humongous abandoned hotel with its never ending corridors, dead ends were a looming dilemma. He'd been lucky so far, but it was only a matter of time before...

'Fuck!'

Sod's Law. He'd thought it, so of course it'd had to happen. With the way his luck was going today, he might just be dead for good by the end of the night. Trust it to be a pair of Winchesters that stumble across a large, previously undiscovered nest of murderous vampires. So much for the leeches being extinct! Desperately he rattled at the firmly locked stairwell door, and whirled round as a large number of footsteps approached masked slightly by the corner that they had yet to turn.

'Here kitty, kitty.'

Taunting laughter echoed down the corridor, and he swore quietly again, darting into the closest room in a desperate attempt to put off the seemingly inevitable. Sam's crossbow laid shattered a few dozen corridors back, and he was down to silver blades and a next to useless gun. He could hold them off maybe, but not for long.

The doorway darkened, and he pressed back against the wall, a gun in one hand and a blade in the other, eying the crowd of vampires with a strategic eye. There were at least a dozen of them, and all were naturally armed with pointy teeth and super-speed. Ok... he'd settle for taking one or two with him at least.

'Aww look, he thinks he has a chance.'

'A chance he might get lucky.'

Cruel laughter ensued. They were young looking, troublesome teenager types, but their eyes spoke of sadistic delight and ageless bloodlust. The alpha female smirked and took a step further into the room, waggling her eyebrows, and her minions fanned out around her,

'Oh, I think we're the lucky ones. Such a pretty human... it'd be a shame to waste such talent.'

'Gonna turn him?'

'Nah, fuck him then suck him.'

More laughter. Sam shuddered in revulsion, certain to the bone that he'd slit his own throat first. But then he caught sight of the faint Enochian markings on his wrist and remembered something exceedingly important. Slowly he smiled. The gradually approaching vampires stopped in their tracks, eying him suspiciously.

'Hey, Gabe! Could do with a hand here!'

There was silence for a moment, and the vamps looked around, teeth fully exposed, searching for whoever their victim had been addressing. Nothing happened however, and they relaxed at the continuing silence. A lanky, gothic looking male laughed suddenly,

'Awww, puppy is trying to play games.'

'So sweet... I think he should die now.'

'Hey, I call first dibs on that tight ass of his.'

In seeming response the scent of chocolate drifted across the room, and Sam slumped against the wall in relief, somewhat faded smile gaining strength and becoming affectionate. Out of no-where, a voice issued into the dank room,

'Sammy, Sammy, Sammy... how do you get yourself into these messes?'

Gabriel was suddenly pressed against his side, grinning up at him when a strong arm looped around his shoulders and a welcoming kiss was pressed to his lips. Sam smiled back and shrugged,

'Winchester luck.'

The archangel studied their surroundings with interest, blatantly ignoring the hissing vampires,

'Y'know, you bring me to the most interesting places. What is it with you and abandoned buildings? Can't you face off with the Big Bad somewhere nice for once... Hawaii maybe... a nice beach?'

'Hey, I just go where the hunt takes me.'

'Then 'the hunt' needs to reconsider its decorating skills, mouldy chic is very last century. Lollypop?'

'Sure.'

Sam took the red candy and popped it into his mouth, humming happily as the taste of cherry burst across his tongue. Gabriel gave him a wide grin, and then stepped towards the vampires with a lazy smile, hands casually in his pockets,

'I know he's fuckin' cute an all, but I'm afraid I don't share.'

The female hissed furiously, pissed off that he'd somehow managed to slip by them without notice,

'I'd like to see you try and stop us little man.'

The genial smile turned into a vicious grin and with golden brown eyes twinkling malevolently the Trickster took another step forward,

'Oh good, I was hoping you'd say that.'

Almost absent mindedly he clicked his fingers. Immediately the vast majority of the present vampires simply... exploded. Charred flesh and putrid blood rained down on the room, staining it crimson, leaving all under a thick layer of bemired flesh except for a pristine ring of space around Gabriel and his lover.

One of the younger remaining vampires heaved, and stumbled out of the room, fleeing for his very un-life. The female vampire cowered and her remaining children followed suit, shuddering with fear and horror,

'Please...'

'What - spare you?

Gabriel laughed long and hard, having to wipe away tears of mirth as he eventually replied,

'Aaah, that's a good one. You've never spared anyone in your life. I don't see why I should extend any courtesy to you. May God have mercy upon your soul... or y'know, burn in hell...whatever, I don't really care. Say hi to Crowley for me!'

He turned back to his lover and clicked his fingers, not paying any attention as the living demonic souls behind him disappeared and the illusion of blood and gore winked out of existence. The useless sacks of flesh left behind were rapidly disintegrating, and with a gentle clasping of hands the angel and his lover disappeared from the room. They reappeared outside beside the Impala. There was a faint bang as Sam was pushed against the car, and the lollypop was pulled from his mouth, only to be replaced with an eager tongue.

The hunter groaned, and gathered the angel closer, deepening the kiss as much a physically possible. It was messy, hot and hard, passion fuelled by adrenaline. Vaguely he was aware of a faint shatter of gunfire in the distance, but was distracted by cold hands slipping beneath his shirt. With one last nibble on his lover's lip, Gabriel retreated, laughing lightly at the sound of protest his stepping away had caused. Casually the angel stuck the stolen lollypop into his own mouth and winked,

'First I'd better save your brother. Then you and me have a date with a motel bed. Your ass is mine.'

With a last grin the angel disappeared, leaving his lover slumped weakly against the Impala palming his half-hard erection desperately. Needless to say, Dean's rescue was completed in record time, and the already entwined pair blinked out of existence as soon as the elder hunter's butt met the car seat. Dean grumbled slightly as he revved up his Baby's engine and headed for the closest pub. Hearing his little brother have loud kinky sex was the last thing he needed.


R&R if you want. There may be a one-shot Christmas themed sequel, or a three-shot accompanying piece in which roles are reversed (aka the humans kick ass instead). Let me know if it's worth it.