As soon as Sam stepped out of the Impala, he could feel the cold drizzle of rain on his head and shoulders. The wind was sweeping the droplets around, causing them to smack the man in the face. They'd finally made it all the way up the hill, to the farmhouse. The ground here was just as muddy as the driveway, and the air reeked of manure, but Sam didn't mind the farm atmosphere. As long as he was still with Dean, – and as long as Gabriel was still around – the setting he was in didn't matter.
When they all rounded the car to meet at the hood, Sam caught sight of Gabe's clothes again and had to hold down a smile. Oh man, that tiny little suit looked so good on him; charcoal-gray vest, dark jacket, dark pants, and a golden plaid tie. Sam searched the entirety of it, allowing his eyes to trail all the way up to the warm color of the archangel's slicked blonde hair and large amber eyes. Gabe looked... incredibly suave. Why didn't Gabriel dress like this all the time? With this suit on, he could make women weep and a men change teams. Sam gulped at his own thoughts, realizing that Gabriel had already made someone switch teams...
The archangel must have noticed Sam's wondrous stare, because he waved a small hand in front of Sam's face to wake him up. Sammy blinked down at Gabe afterward, seeing annoyance on his angelic face.
"Bros before halos, eh?" he whispered, eyes narrowing, "What am I, peach? Chopped liver?"
Sam could hear playfulness in Gabriel's voice, but it didn't stop him from feeling guilty. In Sam's life, Dean and Gabriel were quickly becoming equally important to him. Did Gabe think that Sam didn't love him as much? Before Sam could comfort the archangel with dispelling statement, Dean was rallying his troops for battle.
"Alright," the older Winchester said, digging around in his pockets, "This is how it's gonna work. Sam and I are going to do all the talking, and you two are gonna keep your mouths shut. Especially you, shorty," Dean warned, tossing an ID badge toward Gabriel, "No comments from the peanut gallery in there. I'm serious."
Gabriel caught the badge out of the air, and Sam watched his golden eyes roll.
"Yes, Drill Sargent," the archangel mumbled, raising his hand to give Dean a half-assed solute.
Dean turned to face Cas, then, giving Sam and Gabriel a brief space of time to talk. Sam instantly stepped closer to the hansom archangel; close enough to lower his voice and say -
"I still love you. You know that, right?" he whispered, fearing that Gabe didn't believe him.
He didn't want Gabriel to go on thinking that he didn't mean very much to Sam. A sneaky smirk inched back across the archangel's moist lips. The drizzling rain had given his face a wet sheen, and Sam couldn't help but remember the night before last; when he and Gabriel were in the shower together. Gabe had no right to look so sexy when he was completely wet; especially when he was wearing that stupid outfit. The archangel inched up toward Sam's face, bringing his heavenly scent closer to Sam's nose.
"You do, huh?" Gabriel asked, using his best 'trickster' tone that went along perfectly with his mischievous grin, "Hmm. I'm afraid I don't believe you, sweetheart. You're just gonna have to prove it to me..."
Sam forced all the saliva in his mouth down his throat, as he eyed Gabe's pouting candy lips. For a brief flicker of time, Sam forgot that they were on a farm in the middle of nowhere, or even that they were working a case. All he could think about was proving his love to Gabriel, through means of kissing and caressing and thrusting and moaning...
"Are we ready to do this?"
Sam's head snapped toward Dean's voice, as he felt his own face glowing red. It seemed that proving his love to Gabriel would have to wait until later. Right now, there was a case to tend to. After glancing down to give Gabe a 'this conversation isn't over' look, Sam cleared his throat and walked over to join his brother. The two angels were at their backs as they led the way onto the rickety old porch. Dean reached forward to knock on the door, before straightening his own jacket. Beside him, Sam was trying his best to focus on the case at hand, rather than the image of Gabriel naked in the shower.
It was only a moment, before a figure appeared at the door. He was the owner of the farm, from what Sam could gather; denim over-alls, scruffy beard, dirty hands. Dark circles were around his bloodshot eyes, making Sam think that he'd been crying on and off for days. When the old man approached the screen door, his weary eyes were glancing at all men on his porch strangely.
"Can I help you, fellas?" he asked, his voice faint and pained.
"Hello, Mr. Clyde Freeman?" Sam asked professionally.
Mr. Freeman nodded, still looking at all the men on his porch with reluctance.
"I'm Agent Harrison," Sam quickly lied, flashing his badge, "and these are my partners, Agent McCartney, Agent Lennon, and Agent... Starr..."
Sam trailed off, feeling his face flush again. He didn't realize how ridiculously fake the names sounded, until he said them out loud. Who in their right mind would believe that four random agents would have the exact same last names as the Beatles? The old man was sure to catch onto them, now. Sam was at a loss for words, fearing that their cover was about to be blown. But, apparently, Gabriel could see the embarrassment and loss of professionalism on Sam's face. Because the archangel was suddenly doing what he did best – trying to cause a distraction.
"Yep. That's me," Gabriel said quickly, jutting his hand out toward Mr. Freeman, "How're you doing, old man? Are you hanging in there? Getting all your daily fiber? Oats are good for you, am I right? Gotta keep that septic system flowing."
The old man blinked oddly toward Gabriel, appearing lost. Sam and Dean, on the other hand, were turning their heads to give the archangel subtle glares. Really? Of all the things in the world Gabe could talk about to an old man, he chooses daily fiber? Gabe glanced at the Winchesters, before hesitantly withdrawing his hand. Sam was glad for the distraction, but they really needed to move on.
"We're here to talk to you about the recent event with your nephew," Sam said quickly, having regained his confidence, "We heard there might have been some suspicious activity surrounding his death."
Sam had been doing this job for a long time, and wasn't surprised to see a flash of grief cross the farmer's face at the mention of his nephew. Sam and Dean were both pretty much used to watching people mourn their loved ones. It was all part of the job...
"We're sorry for your loss," Dean added with a cough.
"Come in," Mr. Freeman allowed, shuffling away from the door, "I was just finishin' up in the kitchen."
Sam led the way into the house, and he could feel Gabriel close behind him. Though he didn't turn around to see it, Sam was sure that Dean smacked Gabriel somehow. A loud slap sound echoed around the living room before Dean whispered, 'jackass.' Sam rolled his eyes. There was no doubt that the four of them were quickly becoming a real family; bickering and name-calling included...
Sam followed the elderly man into the kitchen, where the farmer sat himself on a small stool in the middle of the room. The men and angels filed in to stand along a kitchen counter, out of the way. There was a barrel placed in front of the old man's stool, that Sam immediately recognized as a butter churning barrel. The nerdy part of Sam found the wooden object kind of fascinating. It was an actual butter churn. How many people in the world still used those? As the farmer grabbed the wooden stick and began to hoist it up and down, Sam thought he might as well start his questioning.
"Mr. Freeman -"
"Call me Clyde," the farmer interrupted blandly.
"Clyde," Sam corrected, his eyes following the long wooden stick, "you said in the report that you, um, overheard your nephew talking to the devil. What exactly did... uh,... did that mean?"
Sam could barely keep his thoughts together, all of the sudden. His mind was too preoccupied by the old man's actions to make room for the case. Mr. Freeman was churning butter, all right, but it looked like something else. Sam's eyes were glued to the large stick moving up and down, watching it thrust into the small hole at the top of the barrel. Sam's heart was picking up pace. Was he the only one seeing this? Was he the only one that thought these actions were dirty?
Sam swallowed harshly, as he glanced down the line of his fellow 'agents.' Dean and Cas both looked hypnotized by the butter churn; large eyes moving up and down with the old man's motions, with arms cast limply at their sides. Sam studied Gabe's face the most, though; seeing lust practically oozing from his golden eyes, and the twitch of arousal in the corner of his mouth. Yep. Everyone else could see it, too. The churn was stirring up more than just butter in that kitchen... Sam faced forward again, eying the churn for himself once more. He couldn't deny that the sight was arousing; the thick shaft penetrating that tiny opening over and over and over...
"Yeah," Clyde sighed, sounding sad, "Wasn't nothin' I could do. The devil tricked him, I know it. That's all the devil's good for. Trickin' people."
Sam's heart was pounding, pushing the blood faster toward his twitching dick. The need for sex was at his immediate attention, now; making it impossible to focus on anything else. Dammit, why didn't he just screw Gabriel at Bobby's, when they had the chance? God, that churn was practically teasing Sam; forcing him to remember how amazing it felt to slide inside Gabe's tight, hot body. The wooden stick was thrusting hard and slow; just the way Sam wanted to thrust his cock into Gabriel's ass...
"Um, r – right," Sam said breathlessly, trying so hard to recall what they were talking about, "And did – did you happen to get a good look at him?"
"I ain't never laid eyes on the devil, son," the farmer replied, unaware that his actions were dirty, "No, I didn't see 'em. I just heard him, 'round the other side of the barn. Thought George was talkin' to himself, 'til I heard the devil speakin'. Promised him a new saddle, he did. But the poor kid never got to use it. The devil collected what he was owed the next day."
Sam stole another glance down at Gabriel. Oh God, the archangel looked just as horny as Sam felt. Gabe's mouth was hanging open and his eyes held nothing but lust. Sam couldn't stop himself from glancing down at Gabe's crotch, too. Shit. The archangel was just as hard as Sam; the faint outline of a stiff organ hidden inconspicuously by his pants. Sam blinked back toward the old man, demanding himself to focus. 'Get a grip,' Sam thought, 'Stop thinking about Gabe's boner and get this over with!'
"Did you hear a name being mentioned?" Sam asked, finally coming back to his senses, "Or a place?"
The farmer's hands slowed at the question, his gray eyes flickering up to meet Sam's stare. There was an intriguing look on his face, now; like he'd just remembered something important.
"You know, I think I did hear somethin'. 'Bout a broken bell," Clyde said to Sam, continuing to thrust his stick, "The devil said he was in a hurry to get there. Meeting up with his band of demons or somethin' -"
"For God's sake, man! Stop churning that butter!" Gabriel blurted suddenly.
Mr. Freeman jumped at the archangel's outburst, finally letting go of the wooden stick. Sam was actually relieved. His dick was already throbbing, and he doubted if he could have stood anymore of that churning before folding under the ache for lust. If Clyde hadn't stopped, Sam probably would have ended up molesting Gabriel in front of everyone. Beside Sam, Dean coughed; his face red and flustered. He was obviously just as turned-on as the rest of them.
"Um, I think you've given us plenty of information to work with. Th – thank you for your time, Mr. Clyde, sir," Dean said nervously, already heading for the door to escape and waving everyone to follow him, "We're sorry about your nephew."
"Yeah. Hope your butter comes out okay," Gabe added, following closely at Sam's back as he waved, "Catch you on the flip-side, old-timer!"
All four of them left Mr. Freeman in a state of bewilderment, as they dashed for the front door in a blur. Gabe grabbed Sam by the wrist as he flew passed him, leading the way onto the porch. Dean had taken hold of Cas's arm and was yanking the angel close behind. Once outside, their group split in two; Gabriel pulling Sam toward the Impala, while Dean tugged Cas toward the barn a few yards away. It was glaringly obvious that everybody was horny; red faces and panting all around.
"Cas and I are gonna go check out that thing in the barn," Dean said, trying to disguise the fact that he was totally about to have a romp in the hay with his angel.
"Yep. You go do that," Gabe encouraged, also trying to act casual, even though he was just as guilty, "The moose and I will just wait in the car for you!"
Sam's heart was pounding, making his lungs work overtime. The Impala was in sight, merely three feet away. That's how close he was to having sex with Gabriel; three feet away! Sam was suddenly running; passing up Gabriel to lead the way to the car. He couldn't wait any longer, dammit! His dick was throbbing violently, demanding him to bang Gabriel now. The archangel was giggling at Sam's back, as the man sprinted to fumble with the door handle to the backseat. His hands were shaking already, and the handle was wet from rain.
"Geez, kid. Are you ready to go or what?" Gabe chuckled.
Hell yes. Sam was more than ready to go. The car door finally burst open and the man dove inside instantly, passing Dickie, who jumped out to dash away. It looked like the Jack Russel Terrier was heading for a sheep loitering near the fence, barking fanatically. Dickie was probably in route to chase the poor thing down and hump it senseless, but Sam didn't object; because the man was getting ready to do some humping of his own... Sam pulled the laughing archangel into the backseat with him as quickly as he could; already huffing heated breaths in the small space. Gabriel's sweet scent filled the car when he tumbled on top of Sam, still grinning and fighting giggles. They were laying in the backseat, then, with their feet still sticking out in the open.
Sam wasted no time plunging his mouth against the archangel's smiling lips. The cotton-candy flavor alone made the man's cock press impatiently against his clothes. A whimper escaped Sam's nose, as he kissed Gabriel deeper, and reached down to grip a handful of his round ass. Oh shit, he needed to get inside that tight thing as soon as possible. Why in the hell had he waited so long for this?! Gabriel's small hands were tugging at the front of Sam's white dress shirt; pulling the buttons open in a mad dash. His giggles were long gone, now; tongue left to swim hastily inside Sam's mouth. Gabe was seriously aroused all of the sudden, feeling the same raw passion that was flowing through Sam's veins.
"Shit, Sammy-boy," Gabriel groaned into Sam's mouth, "I'm so hard for you right now."
A strange noise that resembled a moan escaped from the man's panting throat. God, he loved hearing that he was the reason for Gabriel's arousal... Their kiss reconnected, tongues first, as Gabe ground his hips against Sam's. There was hardly any room in the backseat for movement, making it difficult to figure out how they were going to do this. Sam's body was basically functioning on its own – clutching handfuls of Gabe's ass and licking its way around the archangel's mouth – and left his brain scrambling for command. They needed to sit up. They needed to get into position. But Sam didn't want to let go of Gabriel's tiny body to move.
A cell phone began to ring.
Sam's mind was like a rubber band being released from tension; snapping back into control at the sound. He pulled his mouth from Gabe's at once, in order to glance around the backseat. Where was that coming from? And who was calling? Sam and the archangel laying on top of him were panting into each others' faces, making the glass windows of the car fog up. The phone was still ringing nearby.
"Oh, it's just Singer," Gabe tried to dismiss, raking his tiny fingers through Sam's hair, "you can call him back later -"
"No, I need to answer it," Sam grumbled, forcing himself to sit up.
Sam knew that if he didn't talk to Bobby now, and tell him the information that the farmer had given, that he would probably end up forgetting it. Even though there was a raging erection in Sam's pants that was dying to be set free, – and even though Gabriel was huffing loudly in protest – the man shifted himself to sit up in the backseat and dig the phone out of his pocket. The caller ID said 'Bobby,' just as Gabe predicted. Wanting to get the conversation over with, Sam quickly pressed 'talk.'
"Y – yeah?" Sam asked, still panting.
"Hey, kid. What'd you figure out?" Bobby asked, getting straight to the point.
Next to Sam, Gabriel was maneuvering himself around the backseat. The archangel shut the door, finally boxing them in the safety of the Impala – before climbing into Sam's lap. The man gulped, watching Gabe perch himself right on top of his swollen dick. Oh God, he was sitting right on it! Sam's cock and Gabe's ass were only separated by a few layers of clothes! Gabriel's smirk was devilishly sneaky, as he rocked back and forth in Sam's lap. Sam wanted to glare up at Gabe, whose head and shoulders were bent awkwardly against the roof of the car, but he couldn't. He was too aroused to even think properly.
"Gnah," Sam breathed, unintentionally, into the phone.
"Sam? You alright? Speak to me, son," Bobby said.
Gabe was running his hands flat against Sam's chest, deliberately rubbing Sam's hardening nipples and tightening abs, as Sam scrambled to find an answer for Bobby. God, what was he going to say?!
"Um, the guy said, uh, s – something about a broken bell," Sam stuttered, his free hand clutching Gabe's thigh with a death grip.
The archangel leaned down to nuzzle his face into the side of Sam's neck; suctioning his candy mouth against the sensitive skin. Sam fought back more moans while he glared toward the roof and raised his free hand to clutch the back of Gabe's soft head. Dammit, why did Gabe have to do this now, while he was on the phone?! Why did Gabe's ass have to feel so hot against Sam's crotch?! Dammit!
"Hmm," Bobby said, "Might be a coincidence, but I know a place called The Broken Bell. It's a dock, out near Lake Michigan. They had a pretty bad witch problem back in the day. Maybe this 'devil' fella is makin' a hideout there... Sam? You listenin' to me?"
Gabriel's mouth had smacked it's way around the man's head to find his lips again. While Bobby was talking, Sam was making out with the archangel in his lap; wrestling his tongue and gripping a handful of his golden hair. When Bobby said Sam's name, the man yanked himself out of the kiss to answer.
"Er, y – yeah," Sam panted, feeling his dick thumping between his legs, "d – do you think we should go?"
"I reckon so," Bobby replied, "It's on the western side of the lake. I'm sure your 'halo buddies' can show you where it is. I'm gonna get somethings and meet you there, Sam, alright?"
Gabriel quickly sat back up in Sam's lap, long enough to take hold of his own charcoal vest and shirt to rip them open. Sam groaned at the sight of Gabe's bare chest being revealed, his erection twitching with excitement. The sight of dark nipples and light chest hair made him ache. Dear God, how did the sight of Gabriel's naked body keep getting sexier?!
"O – okay," Sam squeaked, his free hand raising to press against Gabe's heated, bare chest, "m – meet you there."
"Be careful, kid," Bobby huffed, sounding annoyed, "and, for God's sake, use a condom..."
After that statement, the line went dead. Sam pulled the phone away from his ear to blink at it in a daze. Use a condom? Was Bobby just giving a friendly reminder? Or did he know that Sam was getting ready to have sex with Gabe? Though it definitely worried him a bit, Sam tossed the phone away to focus on the archangel hovering in his lap.
"Now that you're all done yacking," Gabriel panted, his smirk growing, "Can I ride the roller coaster, please? Or is there a height restriction?"
Sam barely comprehended the archangel's banter, because he was already undoing his own pants; yanking the belt open to shove them down his legs. His dick tumbled out into the open to fall against his lower stomach; veins full and throbbing. Sam was a whirlwind of action, reaching out to pull Gabe's pants down and yank them violently off one leg. Oh man, Gabe's dick was just as hard; pointing toward Sam's face with excitement, while the sack swung heavily beneath. When did the sight of a swollen dick become so arousing?
"Get on," Sam said, offering his cock.
"With pleasure, kiddo," Gabriel grinned.
The archangel spit in his own hand, before reaching down to lube Sam's dick. Ugh, the feeling was so good; Gabriel's wet hand running up and down his shaft. Soon, Gabe was shifting himself to sit on it; clinging to Sam's shoulders with one arm while he angled Sam's dick toward his ass with the other. Sam's breath got caught in his throat, as he felt Gabriel sliding down onto it. Damn, that felt tighter than ever! Holy shit, Sam wanted to start thrusting so bad.
"Ah!" Sam panted, gripping handfuls of the archangel's clothes, "G – Gabe!"
"Oh yeah. Do it, Sammy-boy," Gabriel smiled, "Lemme have it."
Sam gave the archangel what he wanted; instantly rocking hard into Gabriel's ass. The man didn't hold back, mostly because he couldn't. Sam's body was acting without him again; turning primal. Gabe's whimpers were changing him into an animal. As he thrust so hard into Gabriel that the car was beginning to shake, Sam began to grip him with clinched fingers and howl in ecstasy. And Gabe was encouraging it; clinging tighter to him, and rocking with his hammering hips.
In the midst of the their panting and sloppy kisses, Sam remembered his and Gabriel's talk from the night before – when Gabriel had mentioned his wings. The morning conversation with Dean was spinning in Sam's head, as he picked up speed. It was suddenly all the man could think about; a pair of glowing wings stretching out from Gabriel's back...
"Sh – show me your wings," Sam asked without a thought, feeling so close to the edge already.
Gabriel stopped rocking abruptly in Sam's lap and eased his head up. His golden eyes were suddenly searching Sam's face with disbelief, while he breathed heavily.
"What?" he asked, sounding absolutely lost.
Oh shit, Sam was on the verge, now. They needed to hurry, or he would end up coming before he wanted to.
"Gnah! Your wings!" Sam whimpered, "l – let me see them! Shit! Hurry, I'm almost there!"
There weren't many times, that Sam had witnessed a look of complete refusal on Gabriel's face. But he could see it as plain as day in the archangel's expression, now. Gabe looked confused and flat out resistant. The word 'no' could have easily been stamped on his forehead. And Sam was trying his best to hold back the flood of orgasm, hoping desperately that Gabriel would flash his wings at least long enough for Sam to see them, if only for a moment -
But it was too late. Sam came in only two more thrusts; shuddering in pleasure, as he groaned out loud. He was blinking repeatedly, and clinging to Gabe's bare hips; pulsing inside the archangel's ass. But Gabriel was frozen in his lap, staring blankly at Sam as he came. The man's pleasure only lasted a few seconds. After his body was done injecting the archangel, they were both just sitting there, panting toward one another. Sam didn't get it. Why did mentioning Gabriel's wings turn the archangel into a statue? Was it wrong? Was Gabe offended? Was he upset?
Before Sam could form some sort of apology, a rush of wings filled the Impala. Sam briefly caught sight of two figures appearing in the front seat, before Gabriel was flashing around him. The archangel was suddenly sitting next to him; fully dressed and panting. Sam was suddenly dressed, too; clothes back on in the proper order. He assumed that Gabriel must have 'snapped' their clothes back on – because Dean and Cas were in the front seat, now.
A heavy, awkward silence settled among the foggy Impala, while the two men and the two angels all sat huffing bated breath. It was painfully obvious, from the state of Dean and Cas's disheveled, hay-covered clothes, that they had just had sex in the barn. And it must have been obvious for them, too, that Gabe and Sam had just done the same thing in the fogged-up car. The silence seemed to stretch on for a moment, as no one knew what to say. But Sam felt he needed to break the tension. He glanced toward Gabriel with guilt, before saying -
"Bobby called."
In the front seat, Dean cleared his throat and glanced at Cas, before meeting Sam's eyes in the rear view mirror.
"What did he say?" Dean asked.
"He says 'The Broken Bell' is the name of a dock on Lake Michigan, and that he'll meet us there," Sam answered.
"Well," Dean sighed, reaching for the key in the ignition, "looks like it's gonna be a long drive, then. You think that motel near the river still has a ban on us, Sammy, or do you think they'll let us stay there again?"
"Motel?" Gabriel repeated.
Sam looked toward the archangel, seeing that his 'frozen statue' look was gone, and replaced by his usual cheekiness.
"You think I'm gonna let this nice pair of antlers sleep in another roach motel," Gabe scoffed, gesturing to Sam, "I don't think so, pal. As long as I'm around, we're gonna be hitting up the five-star joints, okay? So, pluck all the hay out of your clothes and look presentable, for dad's sake, and lets get this show on the road."
Sam could only see Dean's eyes in the rear view mirror, but even then, he could tell Dean was wearing a thoughtful smile. Sam was secretly delighted; knowing that Gabriel was slowly inching his way up the ladder toward Dean's approval.
"Alright, blondie," the older brother shrugged, "but you're putting up the cash for it."
"Deal," Gabe grinned.
As the Impala started to roll forward, Sam stole one more glance at the archangel next to him. Even though it appeared that Gabe was over it somehow, the end of their sex was still plaguing Sam's mind...
Why didn't Gabe want to show his wings?
The drive to Michigan took all day, and it was nearing ten o'clock at night by the time they chose a hotel. Gabriel picked it, saying that it was 'so close to the doughnut shop next door, that you could taste the glaze in the air.' Dean, surprisingly, didn't argue. It was a nice hotel; almost as nice as the White Swan, they'd been staying in before. But Sam couldn't have cared any less about which hotel they stayed in. Mostly because he was too busy worrying about Gabriel.
The archangel was acting normal, – well, normal for his standards, anyway – making jokes and sassy comments at everything. But the way Gabe looked after their last bout of sex was lingering in Sam's mind, making him feel guilty. Maybe asking an angel to show their wings was inappropriate somehow; like asking a girl to take her bra off. Sam didn't know the first thing about angel etiquette. Hell, he'd only been dating Gabriel for a short time. Maybe he'd crossed a line or something. And it made him feel terrible...
By the time they were getting ready for bed, Sam had barely said a few words to Gabe; afraid of accidentally bringing it up again. He didn't want to crush the archangel's good mood. And, frankly, the long day of watching the scenery pass by the window while he argued with himself had exhausted the man, anyway.
Sam found himself finally laying down in bed, next to Gabriel and Dickie. The pair of them were staring at him, now; Gabriel with a raised eyebrow and Dickie with his furry head tilted. Sam blinked toward Gabe – who was wearing one of the man's plaid shirts – wondering why he looked so suspicious.
"What?" Sam finally asked, stifling a yawn.
"Something's up with you, moose," Gabe said, "What's the matter? Do you need a hoof massage?"
Sam wanted to say 'sorry,' right then and there, while Gabriel's golden eyes were completely on him – but he didn't. He was too tired, now, to start a conversation about angel wings. Instead, he gave a shrug.
"I'm tired," he mumbled, "but I can't fall asleep."
A grin suddenly flashed on the archangel's candy lips. Gabe reached a hand behind his back, before holding it out toward Sam. A yellow lollipop was in his grasp now, shining in the dim light of their nice hotel room.
"One lick of this, and you'll be fast asleep," Gabe guaranteed.
Sam hesitantly took the sucker from the archangel, knowing that it probably had some kind of unholy side effects. But, honestly, he did want to fall asleep. Maybe tomorrow would have a better opportunity for discussing the car incident. Sam eyed the yellow candy in his hand, before turning back to kiss Gabriel square on the lips. The taste was better than any candy could ever hope to be...
"I love you," Sam said, voice full of honesty and heart full of affection.
Gabriel's smile was genuine.
"I love you, too, lil' peach," he whispered, "now eat your candy. You have some Zs to catch."
All Sam could remember after that, was rubbing the yellow lollipop against his tongue...
… And he was suddenly hovering over the moon.
The actual moon; the rock that orbited the Earth. Sam could see his tiny home planet billions of miles away, stuck in the black sheet of space like a blueberry. Sam blinked down at the gray rock below his dangling feet, feeling utterly lost. How did he get to the moon? It felt surprisingly good here; it wasn't cold or difficult to breathe. Hovering above the moon felt...really good...
Something floated by Sam's head, making him look up toward the stars. After studying the flying object, Sam determined that it was a dildo. The man blinked toward the large rubber dick gliding by and felt bewildered. What the hell was a dildo doing, floating out in space? It, surprisingly, made more sense once Sam saw Dickie. The little dog was paddling after the dildo in anti-gravity, kicking his tiny legs with everything he had, snapping his jaws toward it. Sam shook his head. Of course, Dick would chase after a dildo. Even on the moon, that dog was ready to hump something...
It took another moment for Sam to realize that he was completely naked. His bare body was staring up at him; limbs and genitals just hanging out in the open. His dick was hard, too, he noticed. Sam eyed his own erection floating between his legs, wondering how he hadn't felt it until now. Boy, he was really aching to have sex for some reason. What had turned him on so much?
"What are you waiting for, Sammy-boy?" Gabriel's voice echoed behind him, "I'm ready for you, now."
Before Sam even turned around, he could feel heat on his back. At first, he thought it was a large ray of light from the sun; shining in his bare skin and casting his shadow on the moon below. But, when Sam carefully spun around in the air, he caught sight of them – a pair of giant wings, fanned out and shining. They were utterly breathtaking; big enough to dwarf Gabriel's tiny frame, and stretch out at least seven feet in both directions. Each and every feather looked almost metallic; with shades of copper and gold. And they were glowing; giving off enough light to rival the sun...
Sam could feel his erection twitch with delight, as he looked from one wing to the other. Gabriel was floating between them, wearing a smug grin and looking as mischievous as ever. The archangel was just as naked as Sam was; teasing the man further with his own erection. Gabriel was absolutely stunning like this; powerful and mighty and gorgeous...
"You're... so beautiful, Gabe," Sam mumbled, trying his best to wade toward the archangel.
"I know," Gabriel replied, pompously, "and so are you, kiddo."
Sam smiled, feeling relief and arousal and happiness flooding his veins. It was perfect; everything he thought it would be. Gabriel's wings were more majestic than he could possibly imagine...
Now, if Sam could only touch them, then he would be completely satisfied...
(Author's Note: Wow. Talk about your wet dreams, eh? :) I'm sorry about that bit of smut being awkward toward the end, but it's for the story. Besides, there will be plenty of smut in this fic, to make up for the awkwardness. :) I know the 'moon dream' is a little weird, too, but a friend of mine requested it, and I couldn't possibly turn it down. :) (Friend, if you are reading this, I'm sorry I didn't add the Oompa Loompa riding by in the UFO. Maybe next time.) I hope you stick around for the next chapter!
And, speaking of awesome friends: funkypanda, I'm glad you are 'loving it as always.' LadyAnalyn, it turns out your guess was sort of right after all! :) gothichic, I'm just as happy to see you reviewing again! Yay! Deanstiel's Daughter, words can't express how honored I am, to be your favorite Destiel/Sabriel author. Thank you, darling! StyxxsOmega, I'm glad you like it! Hagzissa, yes, I make the titles sweet-themed on purpose. ;) And, of course, TheSmileyFaceGuy, What can I possibly say, that would be worthy enough for my gratitude to you, sir? (I think you are a sir, right? Forgive me if you are not.) Thank you all so much for your reviews on the first chapter! The next will be out soon!)