So I have decided to rewrite this story as I wasn't liking how it was coming out. I hope you like it a little bit more than the previous one.
Gabriel wasn't sure when he became intrigued by Sam Winchester. The first time he met them, he thought they were both pompous jerks, but still…there was something about Sam that caught his attention. He just didn't seem like the hunter type. So he decided to toy with the boys a little. Sure he wanted to see what affect this would have on Sam, but also because he loved toying with hunters. Sure, sticking them in TV Land was a bit much, but still. He found out that even though he couldn't quite tell what was different about Sam, he liked it. This, coincidentally, was why he was standing outside the Winchesters latest motel room. He wanted to know more about the young Winchester and why he seemed to be so…infatuated with him. He hadn't been into anyone, human or otherwise since…
As soon as Dean left to go pick up dinner he popped in on Sam. He chuckled, watching him. Sam was seated on the bed surrounded by books and his laptop. This usually meant he was doing some serious research.
"Need help?" Gabe asked. This wasn't what he had meant to say, but he couldn't take it back.
Sam's eyes shot up and he gasped, "Gabriel," before fumbling for his gun.
Gabe laughed, "Come on Sammy, really? I come in peace and you aim a gun at me? Which of course, you know is about as useful as the humps on a camel's back."
Sam cocked his head, "What?"
Gabe grinned, "Look, let's skip the small talk shall we, big brother's due back soon. I like you Sammy and I'm guessing you like me too."
"What would make you say that?"
Gabe pursed his lips, "Hm, let's see. Well after the Mystery Spot, you and Dean could've tracked me down and "killed me" or how about the fact that after you learned what, who, I was you didn't let Dean kill me."
Sam scowled, "That had nothing to do with like. Believe me, after what you put me through I wanted nothing more than to kill you, but I knew it wouldn't be right."
"Sam, Sam," Gabe tsked as he walked toward the youth, "You've been researching me. Every spare time you get on a hunt or any alone time you get away from your brother, you've been looking me up."
Sam swallowed audibly as Gabriel got in his personal space, "That…I was just doing my homework. You know in case we run into you again."
Gabriel arched an eyebrow, but before Sam could clarify, Gabe kissed him. He pushed Sam against the wall and pulled his body flush up against his as they kissed. Gabe teased Sam's lips begging for entrance and eventually Sam parted his lips as Gabe thrust his tongue into his mouth. Sam, not knowing what to do with his hands, wrapped them around Gabe's neck moaning into the kiss.
Sam didn't understand what was happening. One minute he and Gabriel were talking and the next, he had Gabe's tongue so far down his throat he was surprised he didn't choke on it. However, just as soon as the kiss started, it ended. Gabe pulled back, placed another quick kiss to his swollen lips and smirked.
"We'll finish this later Samsquatch," and with a flap of his wings, disappeared.
Sam blinked, "Wha…?" He was so preoccupied with trying to make sense of what happened that he didn't even hear his brother enter the room. Or the fact that Dean called his name and had been calling his name for the past five minutes.
"Sam!" Dean yelled, walking over and shaking his brother.
"What?"
Dean blinked, "Dude, you were officially zoning out on me man, you okay?"
Sam nodded. He moved away from his brother and after putting away his things, gathered his clothes and went into the shower. Dean frowned but didn't question. He sat down and started on his burger. Truth be told, Sam had been acting a little strange since the last month and he didn't know why.
Sam stood under the spray trying to figure out what had happened. One minute he and Gabe were talking, and the next, Gabe had his tongue so far down his throat, Sam was surprised he didn't choke. Sam sighed as he reached down, grasping his cock and giving it a firm tug. Truth be told, he wasn't trying to research Gabe because he had to, but because he wanted to. He wanted to know everything he could about the archangel. But it was more than that, if he wanted to be honest, he was…infatuated with the archangel. Maybe, he even lusted for him.
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After that initial meeting between him and Gabriel, Sam shouldn't have been shocked to see him in his motel room. But he was. It was a few days later, in another bumfuck town, finishing up a vengeful spirit case. Dean had dropped him off at the room and he went to go to a bar. Sam would've gone with him, but he hadn't been feeling himself since that kiss, but he didn't dare admit it to Dean. So, he shouldn't have been surprised to see Gabe, when he opened up the door, lying on his bed with a lollipop dangling from his mouth.
"Hey Sammy, miss me?"
Sam narrowed his eyes after getting over his initial shock, "No. And quit calling me Sammy, its Sam."
"Right."
Gabe wasted no time and made his way over to Sam. In the blink of an eye, Sam was backed up against the door, mouth being molested by the angel. Unlike Gabe, Sam needed to breathe and he wrenched his mouth away panting heavily. However, before he could speak, Gabe was pulling his shirt off and shoved him down on the bed. He grinned as he pecked Sam's lips.
Sam moaned, arching his back, "Gabe."
"What do you want Sam? Tell me to stop and I'll back off."
"Fuck me, Gabe. Please. Fuck me."
Sam couldn't believe he sounded so…wanton. He told himself after what happened at Stanford he'd never let anyone fuck him again and here he was begging the angel to fuck him. Gabe was all too happy to comply. He stripped Sam from his pants and boxers and moaned appreciatively at his cock which was hard and leaking pre-cum.
"Jeez baby, look how ready for me you are," Gabe spoke, his voice low and husky.
Sam seemed to glow when Gabe called him baby. Gabe noticed and grinned.
"You like that? Me calling you baby?" he asked, stroking Sam's cock.
Sam arched his back and nodded lethargically, "Yes. Gabe, please. Need you."
"Easy Sammy," Gabe kissed him before stepping back and slowly began stripping off his clothes.
Sam gasped when he got a look at Gabe's body. It was impressive. It looked nothing like he imagined. Of course in the back of his mind he knew that this was just a vessel that Gabe was using but still…
Gabe smirked as he lowered himself on the bed. He snapped his fingers and instantly Sam was prepped and ready.
"God, Gabe, just get in me."
Gabe chuckled, "How about we try to leave my father out of the bedroom, huh?"
Sam swallowed as Gabe slowly entered him. It had been so long since he had been…well…penetrated. He wasn't sure if what he did or had done to him at Stanford could be considered sex. He hissed at the stretch of his unused muscles and the burn that went with it.
"Fuck," he groaned.
Gabe grew concerned, "Sam, you okay? Should've told me you were a virgin."
Sam shook his head grunting, "Not. A virgin. Just. Been too long."
Gabe frowned, but at Sam's insistence, continued to push inside until he was balls deep and he bottomed out.
"Oh god. Oh shit, Gabe please."
So Gabe did. He held Sam's hips as he thrust inside, slowly at first to get Sam readjusted to having a cock in him. Sam let his head drop to the pillow. The familiar burn intensifying with each thrust Gabe made, but there was that little spark of pleasure that was starting to build to replace the pain.
"Harder," Sam gasped out.
Clutching Sam's hips hard, Gabe began to pound into him just a bit harder. He switched his angle and began hammering Sam's prostate causing the youth to cry out. Sam clung to Gabe digging his nails into the angel's back. It wasn't long before Sam could feel his orgasm approaching.
"Oh fuck, so close, more Gabe. So close."
"Me too Sammy," Gabe grunted, pounding him harder.
Sam gripped his cock and began jerking it hard and rough. After a couple of tugs, he was cumming, spraying his release all over his stomach. Gabe was right behind him as he thrust once and came inside Sam.
"Wow."
Gabe just snorted. Sam glared before checking his watch, "Dean won't be back for another hour. You…you're gonna hang around for a bit right?"
"Why Sam I'm hurt, you honestly think I'm the bang 'em and leave 'em type like Dean?"
Sam flushed, "Well no, but…"
Gabe just shook his head. He had nowhere special to be so he stayed with Sam and indulged him in some conversation along with having sex at least once more before it was close to the time Dean would be stumbling in.
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Over the next several weeks, anytime Dean would be out of the room for a long period of time, Gabe would stop by. The two would have sex, before cuddling and chatting before Dean was due back. This went on for almost a month until Gabe hadn't shown for the past few days. No matter how much Sam prayed to him, he never came. It was also around the time Sam had gotten sick.
He was currently on the floor of their latest motel room bathroom. He had been throwing up all day every day for the last couple days. Dean walked in to find his brother over the toilet again. Sighing, he dropped his store bag on the table and went to Sam.
"Hey, take it easy little brother," he said helping him stand and flushing the toilet.
"I'm fine Dean," Sam pouted as he rinsed out his mouth. "I just have a bug I can't shake."
Dean frowned, touching his forehead, "You don't have a fever, no chills, just…you puking your guts out. Maybe we should take you to a doctor, or better yet, call Cas," he said, handing Sam a ginger ale.
"No, Dean. No doctor and definitely no Cas. I'm fine," he replied, taking the ginger ale and climbed into the bed.
"I'm just worried about you man," Dean sighed, sitting on the edge of his brother's bed.
Sam sighed, "I know Dean, but I'm fine really. It's just a stomach bug. I just need a little rest and I'll be fine."
Dean shook his head, but didn't say anything. He let his brother sleep. He had been worried about his brother since after the TV Land stint but now…his big brother sense was tingling. Something was wrong. More than what Sam was letting on, but he couldn't do anything about it unless Sam talked to him.
"Okay Sammy. I'm gonna go pick up some grub. Call if you need anything."
Sam nodded. He waited until Dean had left before he cried, "Gabe, please, I need you. I don't know what I did to drive you away but I'm sorry."
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Gabe heard the anguish in Sam's voice. He hadn't wanted to desert him but he just couldn't face him. Not now. Not until he got his own feelings under control. At least, that's what he told himself. He knew it was more than that, but he was unwilling to acknowledge that particular fact just yet.
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Sam looked up from the book he was reading when Dean entered the motel room, "Hey."
"Hey. You look a little better. You hungry? I bought your favorite rabbit food."
Suddenly, Sam began to feel nauseous again. Something in that bag was making him sick to his stomach as he scrambled from the bed and ran to the bathroom. Unfortunately, not much came out and he just sat there dry heaving.
"That's it, I'm calling Cas."
Sam shook his head, "Dean," he rasped. "Please don't. I'm fine."
"Dude, you are not fine. You call this fine?! Cas!"
A few minutes later, the angel appeared, "What Dean?"
"Look, I know you're busy, but I need you to find out what's wrong with Sam and heal him please. He's claiming he has some sort of bug, but I don't know."
Cas cocked his head in that way he does when he doesn't understand. Dean shook his head.
"Never mind. Can you just heal him?"
Cas frowned but placed a hand on Sam's head and then put a hand on his stomach. His eyes widened and removed his hands, "I cannot heal Sam from this. I'm sorry."
"What? What do you mean? What's wrong?"
"Sam is…how you say, with child."
Both Sam and Dean froze, "WHAT?!" they both shouted at the same time.
Suddenly Sam gasped thinking about all those times with Gabe. This must be why he's avoiding me. Sam sat down very suddenly.
"How the hell is this even possible, you're a dude for chrissakes. Not to mention, hello, you've had girlfriends. None of this makes sense," Dean paced. "Cas, are you sure?"
"I never lie Dean. Sam is with child and the father is-"
Sam cut him off, "Doesn't matter. It was a one night stand. Thanks Cas."
Cas frowned but then disappeared. Dean, however, didn't stop pacing the floor and sneaking glances at Sam. Sam huffed.
"Go ahead and ask, I know you want to."
Dean sat in the chair by the table, "How is this possible? You're a dude. I thought you were straight. I mean, Jess, Madison, Sarah…"
Sam lowered his eyes. He had hoped to never have this conversation with his brother. He knew Dean would see him as more of a freak. He cleared his throat, running his fingers through his hair.
"I'm what's known as a carrier. Its males who were born with an extra gene that allows them to become pregnant. Not all males have this extra gene but about…twenty-five percent of the male population does. I think it might even be less than that."
"Damn."
"Having this gene doesn't make you gay. There are plenty of males who have this gene who are in full heterosexual relationships. It just means you have that ability, it doesn't mean you have to act on it. I didn't find out about it until I was at Stanford. And to answer your other question, I'm bisexual. I had a boyfriend before I met Jess."
Dean just sat looking at his brother trying to process all this information. He couldn't believe how little he really knew about his little brother, "Where you gonna tell me?"
Sam shook his head, "I had hoped not to. No offense, Dean, but I don't need to tell you everything that goes on with my body."
Dean nodded and stood, "Well this seriously changes things."
Sam furrowed his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"
"Hunting."
Sam groaned, "Oh god, Dean, please tell me you're not going to mother hen me to death. I can still do my job. At least…until I can no longer bend down anymore," he teased.
"Sam! This is serious! You're more vulnerable now. Not only do I have to watch out for you, but I gotta watch out for your kid."
Sam narrowed his eyes, "No one asked you to look after me Dean."
"Yeah, well, I'm your big brother, it comes with the job description."
Sam glared, opening and closing his mouth a few times before he shook his head, "I'm going to take a shower."
Once he was safely under the shower spray, Sam cried to Gabe again. Begging him to come down so they could talk.
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Gabe hated hearing the pain in Sam's voice. He wanted to go to him but he couldn't. Not yet.
"Why not?" Cas asked, entering the room where Gabe was.
"No offense Cassie, but leave me alone. This is none of your business."
"Gabriel, Samuel is hurting because of you. You deserted him with no explanation. At the very least, he deserves to know why."
"I can't. Not yet."
Cas stared at his brother, "I believe the human emotion you're expressing is fear."
Gabe gave a shallow laugh, "No Cassie, I'm not afraid. Look, like I said, it's not your business. Now if you don't mind…" he replied, gesturing for Cas to leave.
Cas sighed but left his brother alone.
TBC...