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Sam was sitting at the tiny table in their motel of the week. His laptop provided the only light in the room and threw his features into hills and valleys of dark and light. Dean was out 'interviewing the locals'. Sam huffed. He assumed Dean was out interviewing the female locals, most likely at the bar on the end of the block.
He didn't begrudge Dean his freedom. If his brother garnered comfort from the foreign female flesh, at least his comfort was easy to obtain. Sam had, he hoped, higher standards. The casual, meaningless groping of flesh simply wasn't his style. He wanted his love to mean something, to have value and worth. Yes, at times, his flesh burned and demanded release but he hoped he held to his ideals. He wanted a lot more than a mere rutting like dogs in heat.
Behind him, in the shadows he heard the rustle of Angel wings. A breeze moved the few papers on the table. "Hey, Cas" Sam said without turning around "Dean's not here. I think he's down the street at the bar. You can catch him there."
There was a light footfall and movement then a hand descended on each of his shoulders. "Now Sam, Dean's not the only one with winged friends." a voice whispered in his ear and warm breath made his ear tingle.
Turning slightly he caught sight of long golden hair. Then he turned completely sideways and looked into Gabriel's face. He studied the archangel's warm brown eyes and the usual smell of burnt sugar and chocolate and just general sweetness enveloped him.
Gabriel smiled his usual slightly crooked, thin lipped smile and massaged Sam's shoulders with his long, limber fingers. Sam's head rolled from side to side, welcoming the attention to his neck muscles,
"Aw, Sammy," Gabriel purred. "It's you I'm here to see". Gabriel tilted the Hunter's head back and kissed Sam's willing lips. Breaking the kiss, Sam stood up and stretched, and looked at his angelic lover. Gabriel was in full display. All six wings were out and fluttering and Gabriel glowed with a faint golden light. Sam smiled and allowed the archangel to lead him over to the bed.
"Gabe," Sam said as he lay down and pulled the angel on top of his body. "I have always meant to ask, why is your vessel so short when your true form is immense?
Gabriel laughed. "Be careful what you ask for, Sammy. Do you really want the Chrysler Building sitting on your pelvis?"
Gabriel spread his wings and covered both himself and his lover. The archangel settled in to completely debauch his lovely young Hunter.
