Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural or its characters. That being said, I like to make them scream each other's names sometimes and the Angels, too.
Plot: The gods have gone and created one of their 'Elephant in the Room' again. And this time it comes with a very pissed Gabriel. What will he do with those naughty gods?
Lots of things, hopefully. Castiel too.
Warnings: Sex, sex, and yes, more sex. Wincest but not related anymore, They are gods now, not human, so the sex thing would be unrelated for the most part. Suggestive language and sexual content is a definite risk here.
Read on if you like it so far.
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A week later, Dean walked into the room and got a surprise. Sammy had managed to pick up four men and was having an orgy of his own. He didn't know whether to laugh, be offended he hadn't been invited (after all…he shared, why didn't Sammy?), or just join in. He preferred the latter one but figured he should ask since Sam always did. Just because they shared most of the time didn't mean that sometimes they preferred not to.
"Sammy?" Dean leered as his brother's firm butt emerged from the man-pile to enter one of the laughing men, and Dean laughed, too. He got hard, too but mostly because he wanted to take one or two of the guys off his brother's hands or share them; either way he wanted in on the action.
Noticing his brother's ass was just a perk.
They had figured this out earlier that week. It all came after the realization that they weren't human at all anymore. Gabriel had said they were gods but they had assumed they were still human, too; they had been wrong, Gabriel right. It was a realization they got over quickly and had to deal with the fallout realization: that meant they weren't really brothers anymore either.
The gods had to stew on that one and began to talk about it since it was quickly becoming the 'elephant in the room' they both wanted to put out of its misery. It was making their powers go fritzy and they couldn't let that happen. It was a dangerous problem that could get those they loved killed.
Of course, this chick flick moment came courtesy of Sam. Dean would never have done it but he agreed it needed to be addressed. And it all started with Sam being kidnapped by vampires and a really pissed off Gabriel showing up. Suddenly talking about the 'elephant' had become really appealing…not to mention, very necessary, too!
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(Six months before)
The gods sat in the bed watching the women leave and sighed contentedly.
Then Sam had a thought.
Then Dean heard his thought.
Both liked the thought.
Hence they followed that thought to its logical conclusion: The nearest gay bar.
The thought?
Well, it went like this.
"Dean, do you ever feel like the sex thing is getting a little…stale?" Sam asked and made a chocolate fondue pot appear between them with cherries and strawberries to dip in it. "Besides adding the toys, which has proven very enjoyable by the way…it's just…lacking something lately, have you noticed that?"
"You know, Sam, lately I have." Dean made a woman appear to feed them the sweets as they talked. Both men eyed her appreciatively.
"I had an idea." Sam said with a sly look in his eye.
"Do tell, little brother, do tell." Dean chewed the strawberry while smiling.
"How would you feel about adding…something …to it?" Sam suggested, trying to word it so Dean would understand. Dean was strictly into women and Sam was bi so this was basically not so new to Sam but was new to Dean.
"Such as?" Dean said eying him excitedly; he liked to add things to the orgies.
"Men. I was thinking we could try men now. Mix them with the women or maybe just the men sometimes; make some male creations, too, now. It would spice it up a bit." Sam had said uncertain if the Trickster magic had changed that trait in his brother or if he still was only into women. It was awkward to ask, 'Hey, bro, now that you're a god, do you want to screw men with me sometimes, too?' Sam thought he phrased it better.
Dean was silent but thought about what Sam had suggested. It wasn't…unappealing. In fact, he thought it might be fun. He knew he had never thought of men that way before the Trickster thing but now it sounded interesting and would definitely be a fun twist to add to their sex lives. He knew Sam had thought about this before the Trickster thing since Sam had been bi since Stanford and Dean had accepted that. Now he felt like it might not bother him as much. The Trickster part wanted to try it, even if to see if he hated it.
"Let's try." Dean said thoughtfully, offering Sam a tentative smile, "I don't know why it doesn't bother me anymore but it is worth trying. I don't have much experience that way so you may have to explain it." Dean made a man appear by the bed, naked and handsome, Sam's type, too, of course. "Can we use him to show me? You explain and show me what to do with him. Then I'll try and do it for myself." Sam was smiling now, amused at Dean's sudden awkwardness with sex. It was a first for Sam to see him uncertain about it. Dean had always excelled in that area.
"Love to." Sam made the woman and the sweets appear next to the bed rather than on it. Sam motioned the man-creation onto the bed and it came over.
The gods got on each side of the man and Sam took Dean's hand and had it stroke the man's back and chest as he sat up on his knees for them to do it. His eyes were calm and he sat Still. Dean saw this and made a noise in his throat, motioning to the waiting creation between them. "I messed up…he's not…shouldn't he move or something? He's not even breathing." Sure enough, Dean's creation wasn't breathing, just sitting still and not breathing.
"Just make him breathe, Dean. Go ahead." Sam said, agreeing it was creepy with the creation being this way. Dean snapped his fingers and the man was breathing now. Both agreed it was better now. Dean put a hand on the man's chest and touched it softly. Sam pushed the hand more against the skin. Dean let his hand marvel at the muscles and limbs under that skin so different than that of a woman's.
"Use your mouth like you do on a woman's body." Sam instructed and Dean smiled in relief. He knew how to do this part. He let his mouth taste the man's body, nipping and licking it as well, taking in the nipples, which were different that a woman's as well. He kissed the man's lips and the creation moaned, kissing him back softly. Dean made it want to kiss him harder and made it put its hands on Dean's neck to pull his face closer, kissing him harder now, taking away his breath but Dean liked it so he made the kiss last. He pulled away to kiss down the body until he got to the groin and stopped, unsure of what to do now.
"Um, Sam, what now?" Dean asked chewing his bottom lip and thinking. He had never done what he figured came next. He wasn't afraid, just uncertain.
"I'll show you then explain. Then you try it. Got that?" Sam said and Dean nodded, adjusting his position so his head lay on the bed to watch Sam do it so he could next. Rather like a kid learning to write, one writes then the other copies it.
Sam laid the creation down onto its back and kissed up the creation's thigh and to its scrotum, cupping it and sucking on each one softly then sucked and kissed the spot under them. He motioned to Dean who got closer and copied it; doing it twice to make sure he got it right. Sam nodded in approval. He had that part right, so far so good. The creation moaned with pleasure but did not grab at them or change positions. Neither man wanting it to: creations do what they mentally told to or just exactly what they were created to do, and nothing more.
Next Sam let his mouth run up the bottom of its shaft with his lips and tongue. He moved his lips around the head, let Dean see him lick the slit of it and let his tongue run a ring right under the head slowly, carefully before sucking on it lightly then a little harder. He pulled off and motioned Dean to do it now. The creation let Sam put Dean's hand onto the upper part of it and Dean let his lips and tongue move up the thigh to the shaft, then lick and kiss up the vein and play with the head the way Sam just did. Dean felt himself harden as he did this. He figured he was going to like this part. Sam made him repeat it several times to get it right then he nodded in approval. Dean stopped and smiled, feeling a little more relaxed with it now but wanting to do it right.
Sam put his mouth back on the head and sucked in his cheeks a little more, to increase the pressure on the shaft and moved up and down it, sucking and letting his tongue work the length of it until the creation was hard and ready for more. Dean took over and copied him, taking a couple tries to get the nod of approval.
"Now do all of those things I just showed you in order and make him cum." Sam said and Dean looked nervous now. "What is it? If it's because you think you aren't doing well then that's not true. You are doing great."
"Can he move now? Not just sit there, maybe thrust up or something? I like action with my sex." Dean Willed it to move and Sam nodded to him to continue. Dean kissed up his thigh to his balls then to his shaft, sucking softly then harder like Sam had said to. He felt pleasure shoot through him as he did this and felt a hand on his shaft, a warm one. He looked with one eye and saw Sam's hand on him.
"You want me to make him do this for you? It will keep you from going off too soon if you are held tight like this, control your orgasm…hold it off." Sam said uncertain now himself. He had just wanted to lighten up the pressure on Dean's shaft so he wouldn't cum. Dean needed to keep himself in check or he wouldn't make it.
"No, that's fine. I don't mind you doing that for me. I appreciate the thought and it feels good, I do enjoy you touching me that way, have for a while now. It's just that we've never done that outside of an orgy. It doesn't feel wrong, just not used to it. Please don't let me go too soon, I want to make it to the last part without cumming too soon." Dean asked, making sure to stroke the man while he spoke to Sam like Sam was stroking Dean; so Dean could copy his movements and do it right. Sam kept it up and Dean felt his pleasure spiral upward then pause as Sam squeezed Dean's base hard, not moving his hand, holding him so he wouldn't go too early.
Dean resumed sucking the creation who now held his head onto him and thrust up into his mouth, moaning and begging him not to stop. Eventually thrusting deep into Dean's mouth crying out its release as the cum slid down his throat. The cum had no taste at all, since it wasn't really cum at all; just a really good substitute for it.
"Did you make it do the thrusty thing and the hands and the sounds?" Dean asked, he hadn't sent that command. He had gotten too involved with the act of getting it off.
"Yes, that's the best part of it. I just wanted you to know what it was really like when you did it to a real person. Do you still want to continue? Next comes actual sex, Dean. You have done great so far, but the next part is where it gets complicated and more real. You want to stop?" Sam asked, eyes searching Dean's, not wanting to ruin his brother's adventurous idea but knowing he might not want to go that far with it yet.
"I don't want to stop. I really really liked this part." Dean said nodding excitedly and Sam grinned. He was hard and was hiding it. This kind of thing should freak Dean out by now, that it wasn't was telling him that Dean was good with that part but not the part he was dealing with right now.
"Good, now comes the hard part. Grab the bottle from the dresser and hand it here." Sam bent the creation over and lined up with it, holding a hand out for the lube. Once he had it, he put lube onto himself and the creation's hole, then motioned Dean to watch this part. Dean held himself tightly at his base, fighting the thrill of pleasure from seeing Sam getting ready to take the man, realizing he wanted to see him do this more often with their future bed partners. It was so hot to watch!
Sam took one finger and slowly pushed it in, one knuckle at a time and then moved it around, then added another on, scissoring them, searching for the bundle of nerves he knew would drive a man crazy with lust and pleasure when hit. "Feel for a bundle of nerves with the fingertips as you are doing it." He added another then another, doing the same, hitting the spot and the creation cried out in pleasure. Sam removed his fingers and motioned for Dean to take over. Dean had to take a couple tries to get it right but eventually he got them in. "Feel for the bundle of nerves in the back there and stroke them." Dean did and found it in time to make the creation cry out again and thrust itself onto the fingers, the inside of it clutching and pulling on the fingers. Dean's eyes got wide with wonder and awe as his fingers were engulfed and then released to do it again and again. He felt his desire rise and pushed on his shaft base, giving it a small stroke, feeling the pressure lessen but not go away.
Sam moved his hand away and lubed up his hard member. Dean did the same with his own, relishing how good it felt to touch it that way, the lube making him shiny and slick.
Dean watched as Sam thrust in slowly until he was buried in there and then began to thrust carefully, taking his time to touch the creation's body and shaft as he fucked it. Making it push back onto him and making Sam thrust harder and deeper now, hitting that nerve bundle, making the man's body arch into him; moaning and crying out his pleasure with each thrust. Sam came with a cry and his head shot back and eyes closed, his body stiffening and his release shooting deep into the creation. He pulled out and motioned Dean over.
Dean positioned himself over the creation and thrust in, slowly entering and sheathing himself in it. "Feel for the bundle with your tip, Dean. Once you find it, hit it gently then gradually harder. You will know when you hit it because he will do what this man did, arch and thrust and then moan his pleasure." Sam said in a teaching voice and Dean nodded. He did what Sam said and felt the bundle. The man arched and fucked himself onto Dean, who moaned and groaned with pleasure at how tight and good it felt to be where he was. So tight and so hot too. He thrust and hit the nerves, keeping his hand on the man's back and bottom as he pumped in and out of him, going faster and deeper with harder thrusts now. He was not in control now, he just wanted to screw this man and make him cum now.
Sam took Dean's hand and put it around the creation's hard shaft, making Dean's hand pump to match his thrusts then let go. Dean stroked the creation at the same time he pumped into it. His body was filled with lust and pleasure now, needing to screw the creation more and more until he felt his body tightening and felt an intense orgasm shoot from his groin; his body cumming in the man as the creation came onto Dean's hand with a loud cry as well.
Dean saw another sight he hadn't expected to like. Sam was stroking and pumping himself now, turned on by Dean screwing the creation, his eyes burning pits of hazel fire and his hips pumping up into his hand. Dean watched as Sam's head shot back and his eyes closed as he cried out his release as well; breathing hard and his breath catching as he came hard, his body shooting it onto the bed.
"I liked watching you do that, Sam. Isn't that weird?" Dean said waving a hand to remove the creation from his sight and cleaning the bed off magically at the same time. Dean soon sat beside him and Sam smiled with half-lidded eyes at Dean. Sam didn't seem upset at him watching him. In fact it seemed to turn him on. Dean knew this was not brotherly behavior and was confused.
"Not really, I kind of liked you watching me get off." Sam said softly, eyes still heated, "As far as what you did with the Creation, you were supposed to watch me do the things I did. Otherwise you won't know what to do when we bring a guy into the orgies." Sam said smiling, still looking satisfied and sated. A fact Dean got hard from watching. Sam watched Dean's shaft grow hard again and smiled. "Here, let me help. Is that okay?" Sam wanted to go get a man or four now. He was so horny for it but Dean was stuck here like this. Besides he wanted to help Dean get off; he had really enjoyed Dean watching him jerk off.
"No, I liked watching you jerk off. Kind of wanted to help you." Dean had a thought, "It didn't feel wrong or anything. It felt good." Dean shook his head as Sam's hand went around him, stroking him softly but firmly. "Not feeling brotherly at the moment."
"Me either." Sam said edging closer to him, biting his lower lip nervously.
"Would if weird you out to suck me off?" Dean said and smiled tentatively. He had a sudden urge for Sam to do that.
"No, it sounds fun." Sam said taking Dean in his mouth and sucking on his shaft, licking and stroking, hollowing his cheeks and tightening his lips onto him as he tasted him. Dean felt his orgasm coming at the sight of Sam doing that and the feeling of him doing it. Dean's orgasm roared through him like a wild fire and his body arched up into Sam's mouth, his member buried deep into his mouth, and his body tightening, his hand pushing Sam down on him. Dean's head shot back and he cried out his release as Sam's name; breathing hard and he forgot to breathe as another orgasm shot through him, making Sam cum at the sight of Dean cumming for him.
They sat there panting and smiling.
Eventually they sat up and looked at each other. Both smiled but said nothing. Both knew it needed to be talked about. Both did not feel like brothers at the moment and did not regret that.
Then both men did what Winchesters did best.
They pretended it had never happened.
Thus witnessing the birth of the soon-to-be-rather-large elephant they now had in the room and that followed them everywhere.
It followed them to orgies, where Sam found it easier to let it happen when he happened to grab Dean's member when grabbing for another woman. And got Dean off anyway, Dean urging him on to do it.
It followed them when Dean grabbed the wrong shaft to suck in another orgy, this one only men, and sucked him off, before realizing it was Sam. And kept going anyway, drinking every drop.
It followed them when Dean finished early with his lover and got off on watching Sam cum into another man. Moaning and crying out his release when Dean did; his eyes on Dean while he came, too.
It followed them when Sam got done before Dean did. It grew larger when Dean told Sam to jerk off for him and Sam did, Dean cumming more from watching Sam than fucking the man in front of him.
It followed them and became a giant assed elephant when neither one could figure out how they could feel like brothers one way, the same way they always had, but not be in love and still have those kind of feelings of love that most lovers feel. They felt neither possessive nor the urge to claim the other as their own forever. They just liked having sex around each other and occasionally with each other.
It followed them and became a problem when Dean freaked out at watching Sam take a guy another time, even though the bed was also full of women they had just screwed, and he had the urge to see if Sam wanted to take him, too.
It became a really huge problem when Sam found himself wanting to fuck Dean when Dean grabbed him at an orgy and kept on taking care of him while kissing a nearby woman, while Sam kissed another woman as well.
It finally became a really fucking big liability when Sam got taken by Vampires from the parking lot of the bar they were at one night and an angry Gabriel chewed them a new one for not dealing with the really fucking big elephant they were avoiding and that was seriously going to get someone killed one day soon.
It almost became a disaster when Sam wouldn't wake up from the beating the vamps had given him and the power tried to explode out of him.
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(Five months and 30 days later)
Sam stood on the boardwalk in front of the bar and was jittery. They were in public so they weren't able to use their powers. They needed sweets bad and the boredom was eating them alive. Mini moments of sugar deprived magical mishaps were happening now. The bar kept flickering between being a nightclub and back to being a bar. They were downing Whiskey Sours and sugary mixed drinks by the gallon but the mishaps were still there. Not to mention their near-screaming need for an orgy soon since they hadn't had sex at all in two damn days. Their Trickster powers apparently included the need for sex, too. Clearly they both were still in denial about that little requirement; Gabriel really should have mentioned it, they reflected later on in hindsight.
It was a hunt and they were trying to be good, and appear still human to the other hunters, but their Trickster shit was messing it up. Not to mention, having the shakes so bad that their hands spilled half their drinks before they could drink them or that the fluctuating realities were getting more frequent and lasting longer the more they happened.
It was a vamp hunt and they needed to use their powers soon. They were trying for normal but just vibrating in place from repressed powers was getting annoying. Not to mention spiking at dangerous levels now and, man, did that hurt. So between the vibrating in place, the shakes, the magical mishaps, and the nagging, screaming boredom, and the mind-numbing pain from it all…they were ready to explode.
Both men could have fucked a hole in the wooden floor with their shafts alone and then made another one, then another. They felt like they would put Woody Woodpecker to shame if they tried it. They needed to get laid immediately. Seriously, how did Gabriel function like this? Then they chuckled dryly as they already knew how. He fucked everything in sight. Both gods knew they couldn't keep this up or the power wouldn't just leak out; they were going to explode out of them anytime now. They were on hunt though.
And they hadn't even found the vamps yet.
Sam felt a blow to his head and swayed but didn't fall. He turned slowly to see a vamp watching him in surprise; its fangs visible and its eyes red with its need for blood. "Found you." Sam said eyes quickly refocusing and preparing to attack. That's when blows rained down upon him, blood filled his vision, and he passed out from the onslaught of them.
The vamps fled into the night and wondered why it took 17 blows from a steel pipe to knock out the Hunter. They didn't dwell on it long. They knew the other Hunter would be missing the guy soon and come looking. They were hungry and needed to eat something soon. The Hunter over the vampire's shoulder would be a good meal.
They didn't know it right then but they had made a mistake.
They had pissed off a god. No, make that two gods.
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Almost as soon as Sam was taken, Gabriel appeared behind Dean in the bar and whispered, "Dean, do you know where your brother is right now?" Gabriel may have sounded like he was teasing Dean but really he wanted to wring his neck. Both of their necks if possible. Stupid idiot Winchesters! He seethed internally.
"Gabriel." Dean turned grinning and offered him a drink. The glass exploded, spraying alcohol and glass everywhere. Dean looked at it in shock.
"Well?" Gabriel asked, getting angrier. Sam's repressed power was going to explode out of him soon without him to control them and this guy was offering him a drink! Gabriel reflected maliciously that he needed smarter friends apparently.
"I repeat, do you know where your brother is right now?" Gabriel asked eyes shining with fury, "And please don't say outside the front door, because you would be so wrong!"
Dean jumped in fear at his words and ran out to find Sam gone. He turned to Gabriel and growled, "Where is he?!" Gabriel felt Dean reach for him and grabbed him by that arm and lifted him off the ground and in doing so he felt the tremors in Dean and sighed, Dean had been repressing the powers too. Just great. Nuclear just went megaton!
"They took him just now. If we don't get to him in 5 minutes, that power is going to explode out of him and cause a hell of a lot of damage to the area he's in." Gabriel spat and Dean looked angry, and a bit ashamed. "We have to go now!" Dean nodded and Gabriel took them to the barn where the vamps were still in the process of tying Sam up.
Gabriel could feel the imminent explosion of power set his teeth on edge, like the sharp smell of sulfur before a volcano explodes. Dean ran in and began ripping the vamps apart with his hands alone; deflecting attacks and tossing them aside like they were rag dolls. His power called up fire and other elements, ripping them to shreds as he moved from one to another until he reached Sam. A vamp held a knife to his throat and Dean let his powers flow out, turning the rope holding Sam to paper ribbon and the knife into a banana.
"Sam. Wake up! Sam!" Dean called and ripped the vamp's head off, tossing it away quickly while shaking Sam. He could feel Sam's power building like the Impala's engine did before she peeled off down the road. He had to wake himup now! Then reflected that this was going to change everything between them and thought that he may end up regretting this.
He went down on his knees in front of Sam. "Gabriel, contain it if you can. He isn't waking up and I have to do something I wouldn't normally do in this setting."
Gabriel chuckled, coming over to put up a barrier over them. "I don't see why it's such a problem. I have seen a god give another god head before." Dean had his pants undone and his member in his hands now, stroking it and watching Sam, who wasn't waking up from it yet.
"We're brothers though." He lowered his lips to Sam's shaft and slid down him, sucking hard and putting his tongue to work. His eyes slid to Sam who was still out but twitching now.
"No, you're not. When you were human, that was true. You are not human, can never be human again. You are gods and the restrictions of human society no longer apply. Sex with brothers is not an issue with gods, only humans are concerned with that stupid taboo. As gods, sex is up for grabs. Sex with Sam is normal. Most gods fuck like bunnies, even the ones related." Gabriel explained as Dean's eyes slid from him to Sam and suddenly were full of lust and wicked delight at what he was about to do. Gabriel chuckled now, Dean got it and now he knew no conversation about what they termed 'the elephant in the room' would be necessary. The only confusion had been that as humans, sex with each other had been wrong, but as gods they were no longer bound to the rules of human society. Wow. Winchesters were complicated.
Dean stopped long enough to ask, "Gabriel, are you bi?" Gabriel nodded and eyed Dean suspiciously now. "Nibble Sam's neck and ear for me. It turns him on." Gabriel shrugged and moved closer to Sam's neck.
"You aren't going to be jealous or anything?" Gabriel let his tongue taste Sam's neck and moaned; he tasted good.
"Nah, I don't mind who he sleeps with. We aren't in love or feel like claiming anyone. We just like to fool around sometimes." Dean thought about this, "I still love him like a brother but now I don't mind finding him attractive or wanting to have sex with him. That's strange." He resumed sucking anyway, Sam hadn't stirred and his power was choking them trying to escape the barrier.
Gabriel kissed along Sam's neck and ear, nibbling on the skin and lobe, blowing into it. Sam shivered with pleasure. So Gabriel bit him, hard then sucked on the bite and the red skin, biting hard along the neck and each, sucking and licking there. Dean hollowed out his cheeks and sucked hard as he could, working his tongue on the slit of his head, around the head, and along every bit of his length.
Sam's head fell back into Gabriel's marking of his neck and his hand shot out to Dean's head, impaling him there and holding him down; thrusting violently and hard into his mouth, filling his throat with his shaft, feeling the desire building. His hips were fucking Dean's mouth, and damn did it feel so good, so hot. His eyes were open now and he saw Gabriel looking at him, making sure he was focused again. Sam grabbed Gabriel's hair and pulled his face closer, kissing him hard, his tongue seeking Gabriel's and battling with it; moans slipping from all of the men. Dean moaning with pleasure around Sam as he sucked him hard. Gabriel moaning at how good it felt kissing Sam and Sam moaning from the sensations of kissing Gabriel and Dean's mouth on him. Sam tensed as his orgasm came up and tore through him. Dean came from feeling and seeing Sam orgasm in front of him while kissing Gabriel.
Gabriel removed the failing barrier and didn't feel the power anymore. He did feel Sam unbuckling his pants and releasing his own hard member. Sam opened his legs and pulled Gabriel to stand in front of him, his member in his face. Dean came behind him, hard again at the sight of the men together that way. Sam pulled down his pants and Dean helped him out of them. They all stripped down and resumed their places. Sam took Gabriel into his mouth and let it slide into his throat, his finger cupping the Archangel's sac and massaging them gently. His mouth moving up now, his tongue stroking the vein on the bottom. His lips and mouth sucking him harder now, making trails around its length as it did so. Sam licked the precum from the head and tongued the slit making Gabriel throw his head back and moan, placing his hand on Sam's shoulder to keep steady. He felt someone part his butt cheeks and tongue his hole there, circling it, caressing it, and pushing the tongue into him, moving it around then repeating the thrusts of it.
Gabriel felt the explosion of feeling from that tonguing and his hands grabbed Sam's shoulder even harder, thrusting into his mouth harder and deeper now. He felt the tongue stop and groaned in disappointment but rejoiced when a cool liquid took its place, fingers sliding in, one at a time, scissoring and seeking the prostate and the nerve bundle. Then they found it, flicked it, stroked it, making him pant for more and arch into Sam's mouth.
He leaned forward a little knowing what was coming and wanting it. He looked up to see that the whole time they had been doing this, the inside of the building had be alternating between a nightclub, a disco, a roller rink, too many motel rooms, diners, and even the bar they had left before. Creations writhed in ecstasy as they had sex everywhere in every place that flickered into being yet somehow stayed contained in the barn but magically not leaving it. The place was too small to hold all the power these two were releasing but still was magically kept in by their power alone anyway.
Dean pushed into him carefully, sheathing himself there and Gabriel cried out in lust. Sam slowed down his sucking to match Dean's movements into Gabriel, movements getting him used to Dean being there. Once the burning subsided, Gabriel felt need grip him. Need for Sam to suck him harder, need for Dean to screw him even harder. He alternated thrusts into Sam and onto Dean, letting his body tell them what he wanted since all they could do was moan, writhe, and thrust against each other now.
Dean grabbed his hips hard enough to bruise and felt his thrusts go harder and deeper, slamming into the prostate and the nerve bundle, flipping all of Gabriel's switches at the same time, making him cum hard into Sam's mouth. Then getting hard again and having him suck him again, harder than before. Dean peeked over Gabriel to watch Sam suck Gabriel and lust shot through him again even more violent than before. He alternated his gaze from watching himself thrust in and out of Gabriel, Gabriel's blissed out and fast breathing face with its alternating 'OH!' look… to its screwed up eyes and head flying back position, and then to Sam's hollowed out cheeks, wet lips, and eyes shut with pleasure, moaning around the Archangel's member until he felt his orgasm slam into him, through him, into them, and back to him. Dean slammed into Gabriel and tensed as he shot his release into him, crying out loudly, making the building shake. The creations copying their Masters' cries of release, his moans as he came one more time watching Sam suck Gabriel until he came as well; shooting his load into his throat with a loud moan and cry of pleasured bliss. Sam came from the sight and sounds of Gabriel, from the thrusts slamming the man into his throat and most of all, from their mixed sounds echoing over and over again as their creations came as well; rippling around them and from them like ripples on the water when it is laps the shoreline only to flow back out.
The power flowed through him from Dean to Sam, then back to Sam from Dean, making him cum again. Making them cum again, over and over and over again. He realized that if those two did a threesome, they could use the other as a conduit for their powers, letting them flow between them smoothly; delaying the pleasure through the sheer Will of their powers alone.
Gabriel smiled, not even he could do that when he had those powers. The soul-mate connection had taken a new twist with the Winchesters. They allowed them to combine their powers while still letting them be separate powers at the same time. It was a new power that only they could have created together. What gods they made!
In fact, he was willing to bet if he offered them to do it again sometime, they would do that to him again. He was more than willing to try it later on sometime. That had been the most amazing thing he had ever felt and he had lived a very very long time!
They cleaned up magically and dressed, smiling proudly, restoring the barn back to its normal state after admiring what they had done to it while they were fucking. It had looked so cool!
"We need to talk." Gabriel said firmly but smiled happily. He kissed them both softly and popped them back to the Impala. "Your room would be better. I still need to discuss this whole mess you made here with you. Good sex or no good sex." He looked serious now. They needed to handle their powers better than they had been. They needed him to tell them how to use them better. Gabriel just sighed as he popped to the back seat. " I need to fix the deal with the human hunters you with first then we'll talk. Hold on, this won't take long." Gabriel said popping out then returning soon after. "Had to redo reality a bit to make them think you found the Nest and called them that it had moved on. They left after than and thanked you over the phone. It's fixed, don't worry. Just trying not to mess with the universe too much; remember do small changes and it stays balanced." Gabriel ran a hand through his hair then sighed. Eyes on them with regret. "I didn't teach you what to do…this is all my fault. If I had, this never would have happened…I'm sorry about that, guys."
They looked at him and shook their heads. Sure, Gabriel could have explained the powers better but they had been the ones to repress their powers in an attempt to be like they had been when they were human; when they should have been trying to use them like the gods they really were. This was their fault not his. They had been so stupid to assume the god thing would leave room for them to be normal again. They drove sadly to their motel room and felt their illusion of their humanity fade out.
They weren't human anymore, hadn't been for a while now.
They had been in denial of what they really were and what they could do. Sure, Sam always said Dean thought denial was a river in Egypt and often booked a cruise on it but now they both knew that Dean wasn't the only one on that cruise lately. Sam had joined him on it and nearly killed a lot of people for his trouble.
So, no, it wasn't Gabriel's fault.
It was theirs.
So many people could have been hurt because they refused to see the truth. They shouldn't have been surprised they had done it. They had been doing all their damned lives. It was one of the most fatal of the Winchester's flaws. One they had almost paid dearly for.
Their fault, not his.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
They drove in silence. They parked in silence. They walked to the room in silence.
They now sat in silence, heads down in shame.
They had fucked up bad this time.
Gabriel probably hated them now. He was their friend and had trusted them with these powers.
They had fucked up really badly this time.
They couldn't look at him. They didn't deserve to.
Gabriel watched them and felt bad for them. Yes, they had messed up but not too badly. They had fixed it and that's all he cared about. He suddenly wanted them happy again and didn't know how to do that for them. So he did it another way. He hugged them and told them it was okay, he wasn't mad, and he was still their friend. They looked up now and sighed. Still sad, still blaming themselves. Another Winchester trait they had that he wished they would get over soon.
"Why?" Dean asked confused and clearly unsure why they deserved his forgiveness.
"How can you not be mad?" Sam asked, knowing they had been stupid with their powers.
"Because I know how hard it is to learn to use them. The powers take time to use right. You two are still new to them. I expected you to mess up sometimes." Gabriel smiled forgivingly at them, letting his friendship for them show there. "I should have taught you to use them better. That was my fault."
"Well, I guess we should have asked for help." Dean admitted. He should have reached out for advice with the powers more. He had been in denial; he realized that now, thinking he didn't need help. He should have got more help from Gabriel with them.
"Let it go. I have." Gabriel said, sitting between them now, bumping each one in the shoulder the way he had seen them do to each other; knowing it always made them smile. That movement saying 'I forgive you' , 'it's okay', and 'I'm here.' was what it said to them then and what it said to them now. Both men smiled now, knowing Gabriel was trying to make them feel better.
They sat up more now and he stood up, looking around, eyes serious.
"Make some sweets. You need them now." Gabriel laughed in glee as tables of cakes, cookies, tarts, candies, and other delicious confections appeared everywhere; complete with serving maids that proceeded to bring them sweets which they ate hungrily and suddenly felt better.
"Sorry, we messed up, Gabriel." Sam said quietly, losing his smile.
Gabriel sighed and kissed them both hard, letting them know he wasn't mad and had intensely enjoyed what they had done in the barn while trying to get them to relax. He pulled away and smiled gently at them, "Yes, you messed up, and, no, I'm not mad about it. I'm not taking the Trickster god thing away from you. It wasn't the first time Trickster powers went a little wrong, trust me." He looked them in the eyes now. "I want to work with your powers now, make them work for you and tell you what to not do with them. Such as not eating the sweets to fuel your new metabolisms, not using your powers and letting them build until they explode out of you, and not having sex because it isn't convenient while you're on a hunt. You have to eat the sweets, you have to use your powers, very frequently or the boredom will make your powers go crazy, and most of all, you have to have sex daily, frequently and with lots of people; orgies are preferable to maintain the powers. Why do you think I have so much sex for? All Trickster powers require sex to balance them since the powers are sexually based anyway. Even the ones Father gave me; I've always needed sex and sweets to balance them; he taught me that. I should have remembered to teach you that, too."
"Damn, Gabriel, I mean…damn!" Dean fairly shouted, "Is that all? Because we are officially amazed that you didn't go frikkin crazy when you had them." Sam nodded in agreement, shock on his face. He felt faintly like a Incubus now.
"I have to ask because, as a hunter, I sound like a Incubus now. Do we feed when we have sex? I don't want to do that." Dean said, feeling dirty and evil now. Should he be hunting himself?
"No, not really. The powers do feed off the sex somewhat; that's how they balance each other, but it mostly makes your metabolism and powers balance better. Here's how it works: the sweets feed your metabolism, fuel it. The sex balances the power and the metabolism, keeps them from overwhelming each other and you. The powers have to be used often or they build up, take a life of their own, and well, you already went through it and bought the t-shirt, so why harp about it? Live and learn, I always say." Gabriel explained, knowing they would understand that part; it had taken him a while to figure it out. He wanted them to have the help he didn't. They had always been dealt the worst hands when they were human, he wanted them to have better hands now, better lives, not the horrifying, death dealing, 'let's kill the Winchesters' ones they used to have.
"Hunting? Do we have to stop?" Sam asked, suddenly not wanting to; he liked helping and saving people. He looked at Dean, whose face reflected his own worries.
"No, you should be able to keep doing it. To be honest, the powers should help you, not hinder you, once you balance them out and maintain them properly. It's not that hard. Do small magic, in small moments and discreet magic between the big magic, and orgies twice a day should keep the balance." Gabriel smiled now as they processed the words.
"Orgies, twice a day? I don't know if we have the time for that much sex." Dean said, suddenly sex god had a whole new meaning to him. He was going to be sore if he did that.
"Or one really big one, like you have been doing. With real people is best but created ones will work, too." Gabriel added, pulling a server to him and playing with her butt. The gods smiled and chuckled at him. Even without the powers, he was a cheerful letch.
"The really big orgy sounds good to me." Sam nodded, two orgies a day was a bit much.
"Me, too." Dean agreed and Gabriel laughed again, letting the server go and grabbing a cookie. "Anything else you need to tell us?"
"Two things. One, don't ever pull that shit of repressing your powers and not maintaining them again or I will show you just how badly an Archangel can kick a Trickster's ass. Two, I really loved what we did in the barn and would love to repeat it again with you two sometime or you could just let me join in an orgy once in a while with you two and I will be happy with that as well." He looked at them and let his eyes show just how much he appreciated their bedroom skills.
"In that case…" Both men made their clothes disappear with magic and took Gabriel's away the same way. "I think we should just do it again. Just to be sure you really enjoyed it as much as you think you did. After all, we wouldn't want you making up your mind before being sure you are hot for our forms, would we?" The bed was larger now, motel bedding now silky black and white, complete with silk blanket, sheets, and pillow cases. They lay back on the bed looking sexy as sin and threw him a seductive look. "You coming?"
Gabriel walked over and crawled between them. "Not yet, but I hope to soon." He purred into their ears and their hands touched him. Their lips kissed him and moved along his body, leaving wet tongue trails in their wake. Sam leaned in, nipping his neck and ear, to say, "Want you inside me, Gabriel, want you in every way, want to be inside you." Then Dean, not to be out done by his brother, leaned in to say, "I want to suck you, lick you all over, and have you take me, too."
Gabriel groaned and gave into their hot promises and they descended on each other in a frenzy of want and need; all thought erased by their words in the Archangel's ears, their prayers to him.
Gabriel, in turn, the good Archangel that he was, fulfilled all those prayers, fulfilled the two gods, and they fulfilled him so completely he forgot to complain when they coated him with sweets. Then ate them off him, then ate his shaft and body with their hungry mouths; keeping to his orders to eat their sweets…and him.
In the wee hours, their moans, curses, begging, and sounds of desire resounded around them. They had sex on pool tables, bars, tables, several beds, and even in a pool of cool water a few times. The scenery changing as the powers swirled around them, through them, sending them spiraling into that pleasure over and over again.
Gabriel left the next morning, making himself look presentable again with a burst of power, waving to the sexy gods on the bed looking at him with sated and happy expressions goodbye.
Sure, it wasn't love. He knew it wasn't that. It was sex, just really amazing sex from two gods who wanted to have it with him. He was fine with that. There were no promises of more, though they knew there would be sometimes. There were no sweet words. It was down and dirty, 'make it feel good touches' and multiple orgasms pouring through them all.
It was hot bodies demanding more. It was lips, hands, bodies touching. It was sex, the best kind. The 'I want it' kind. Gabriel's favorite kind.
They may not feed off it completely but damn!
An Incubus had nothing on those Trickster gods. In fact, Gabriel was sure they could teach one a few things, really really fun things.
He left in a flurry of feathers and the faint after scent of rich chocolate.
The gods, now unable to sleep, got up and dressed. They made the bed normal again and called Bobby, who had left them a voice mail to call him as soon as they got it. Women served them chocolate covered cherries and whip-topped strawberries as they researched and talked over the new case with their adopted father; keeping his drink filled the whole while with bourbon as they worked.
It was a Shifter case and they knew they needed to go soon.
But first, they had something to do.
Each other until they screamed their names, at least seven more times. Maybe more.
Xxxxxxxxxx
The shifter was an idiot. That was the truth in their not-so-humble opinions.
The shifter had taken them one at a time and tied them to some poles. The gods faced each other and sighed. It had taken them as they planned it to. Now they sat in a stinky sewer, sitting in something similar to sludge found in drains, and watching as a very confused shifter tried to download their memories…and failed. After the third try, they had mercy on the poor idiot.
"That won't work." Dean scowled. Thinking that the bastard was giving his hair a permanent hand print. He had just fixed it, too.
The shifter jumped in surprise at his tone, knowing it was true but not wanting to admit it.
Now he tried Sam. Failing…again. Sam's eyes rolled to eye his own hair. Sewage was on that hand, ewww! He used his power to get it out of his hair since it was sewer crap and that stuff stinks if you leave it in too long.
Like for an hour. Like how long they had let themselves be tied up and not be downloaded into a Shifter's noggin.
An hour too long, in Sam's not-so-humble opinion.
"Dean…" Sam said, looking at his brother in frustration… and dawning boredom. Crap!
"I know." Dean sighed and looked around. The room was already shimmering into some other place. A pool hall maybe? Sam wanted to play pool apparently.
Now a pool hall took the place of the sewer scene, complete with tables and bar, bartender and waitresses. The shifter looked around even more confused and his eyes were wide with fear as he looked at them, pointing.
The ropes disappeared from the gods and they stood up, eyeing the muck all over their pants and jackets. Then shook themselves and let their powers clean them up. Dean's hair was perfect again and so was Sam's. Both made kisses appear in one hand and ate them with twin evil grins.
The shifter was really scared now.
"I really hate sewers." Dean said eyeing the pool hall and letting it stay, but the smell of the real place lingered so he made the smell go away, too. Now it smelled of smoke, whiskey, and felt. He liked it.
"Yeah, we never get kidnapped to nice places. Why is that? Aren't we special enough?" Sam teased then turned to eye the terrified shifter.
"Apparently not." Dean teased back and looked at it again, too.
The shifter's eyes searched for an escape and found none. Just a pool hall that shouldn't be there and two men that used to be tied up and dirty and were now free and clean. It was worried about just what they might be.
"We should put it out of its misery." Sam said.
"We should." Dean said knowing Sam was right. Teasing something you are planning on killing was a bit like playing with the chicken before you cook it. Kind of sick way of doing things.
"What are you?" The shifter stammered, voice soft with terror at the two smiling men in front of it.
"Trickster gods. I'm Dean Winchester, that's Sam Winchester, my brother and lover. We're here to kill you." Dean explained as if saying 'Hi, I'm Dean Winchester. I'm an aquarius. I like long walks on the beach, lots of alcohol and sex, and frisky men and women.' Like he had to the cops when hunting a poltergeist a few years before. Sam laughed at him and Dean smiled back. It did sound weird when he said it that way.
"What?" The shifter didn't know how to respond to the fact that not only had two gods let him kidnap them, they had also just told him they were there to kill him. Surely he had heard wrong.
"We're Trickster gods and Hunters. You heard that part correctly. Weren't you listening?" Dean said coldly, the shifter had killed two people already and he didn't get any more if they had a say in it.
"We're here to kill you." Sam repeated just as coldly. One of them had been a friend of his from Stanford so he was not happy with this creature.
The creature, being the smart thing it was, ran toward the door of the 'pool hall' and ran into a wall.
"That's not really a door there." Sam said eyeing it with disdain.
The creature tried again…and hit another wall. Then spent the next ten minutes trying for the door and…hitting a wall. Dean kept moving the door.
Sam eventually made Dean stop moving the door and made the place a sewer again.
The Shifter promptly huddled in a far corner crying and shaking in terror, gibbering and eyes staying on them at all times.
Both gods sighed and nodded. It was time to end it. They had their fun.
Poor idiot shifter thing.
"Come here." Dean commanded and winked at Sam, who smirked now.
The creature came with a whimper to them. Eyes wide.
"You killed two people." Dean said.
The Shifter nodded.
"One was his friend." Dean motioned to Sam.
The shifter gulped and looked at Sam before returning to look at Dean again.
"You have a choice: quick painless death or we let you run and kill you painfully when we catch you. Which would you prefer?" Dean offered.
Sam smiled coldly. He was all for option number 2.
"Quick, please." The shifter stood there and looked at Sam. "I'm sorry I killed your friend. I really am."
"No, you're not. You're just afraid because I'm a god and I want you dead for killing my friend." Sam said coldly.
The shifter nodded and bowed its head.
Dean shoved the knife into it and killed it in one swift movement. Both watched the body fall to the ground and felt nothing but satisfaction.
"I was hoping for option 2." Sam admitted. Becky had been a good friend of his when he had been in college. She didn't deserve to be raped and slaughtered by that thing.
"I know. I was, too." Dean said eyeing the corpse before making it turn into sewer sludge and making it join the rest of the sludge on the floor.
I want to stay for the funeral." Sam said and Dean nodded. He would go, too. He felt bad for failing to save the girl and Sam needed the moral support.
"Let's go, Sammy." Dean said walking toward the entrance they had been brought down through. Sam following at his heels, suddenly hungry again. He nibbled on a bar of chocolate as they walked, offering Dean some and not saying much.
"Sorry I couldn't save her, Sammy." Dean said stopping at the hole they needed to go up. He looked at Sam with sadness.
"He posed as me to kill her, to get into her house." Sam said hoarsely and began to cry. Dean pulled him close and let him cry into his jacket. The sobs were hard to hear but felt like they were harder for Sam to cry. Sam stopped shortly after and wiped his eyes off like he did when he was a kid, warming Dean's heart. Such an innocent gesture for such a painful situation.
"We couldn't have gotten there in time." Dean tried to make Sam feel better as they climbed up to the light.
"We had just seen her. We knew it was a shifter." Sam said sadly. He should have known it would go after her. He should have stayed to protect her.
"We couldn't have known it was going to go after her. There were two other possible targets he was seen stalking. It could have been any of them." Dean climbed out and laid his torso on the Impala's hood and stroked her, sighing happily. The smells of chrome, steel, oil, petrol, and rubber soothing his soul, along with Sam's hand on his shoulder; they eased some of the pain of losing their innocent to that monster, to wipe out the smell of the sewers they'd just emerged from.
"She can't join in the next orgy, Dean. The bed's not big enough." Sam attempted to tease. Dean was right, it had targeted others. No target had been safe from it.
"Don't listen to him, baby. If we had you, we wouldn't need all the others in the bed." Dean turned his head to look at Sam and winked. Sam laughed loudly now.
"I could turn her into a woman and save you the trouble." Sam said smiling.
"Then I would turn your laptop into one." Dean countered grinning, glad Sam was feeling better now.
"Could she be a red head?" Sam asked, getting into the car.
"I never said it would be a she, and , yes, 'he' could be a red head." Dean said starting the car.
"Good, then the Impala would have black hair and be a girl." Sam said, putting on his seatbelt.
"Well, as much as I would like to see that, I think she should stay a car." Dean said pulling out onto the street and joining traffic. "At least for now, since I'd like to get home to Bobby's soon. And, while popping in and out is kinda fun, I'd rather ride there in my girl; if you don't mind."
"Dean." Sam said feeling that urge again. Dean flicked an eye his way and quirked a brow up.
"Yeah, Sammy?" Dean asked, heading for the motel.
"We need women. Or men, whichever you prefer. It's your turn to fetch them." Sam said grinning. He was bored again which meant that Dean was probably bored by now, too.
"Agreed. " Dean groaned and sucked on a lollipop to control his sweet's urge until they pulled into the parking space.
"Man, I am so horny right now it's not funny." Sam moaned in frustration and Dean felt the frustration, too. Sam got out and Dean put it into reverse, taking the time to say, "Be back soon, Sammy. There's a bar down the street. I will find someone." Then Sam chuckled at his playful face.
"Sure, I'll get the sweets set up." Sam said and headed to the room, wishing for a table full of cake, all kinds of cake. Sure enough, one long table with lots of cakes lined the opposite wall now when he got into the room. Sam had a thought and made some squeeze bottles of chocolate and strawberry sauce appear by the bed, and added a tube of lube, in case he brought a guy.
The bed was made bigger and he created music for atmosphere. Sammy himself made his clothes vanish away and crawled under the silk sheets he had just made the bed have along with a silk comforter and pillow cases. He sat up against the headboard and let the sheet bunch in his lap and waited for Dean to return.
Soon Dean was back with four women…and two men. All saw Sam in the bed and got heated looks on their faces. Sam looked at Dean and smiled. Dean smiled back and motioned to the others. Sam got out of bed and pulled a blonde woman with him and a dark haired guy along as well. Dean grinned widely once Sam made his choices and undressed. He walked to the bed and the others followed.
They took the women and the men in turns with a little fun with each other thrown in at odd times. Somewhere in the middle of it, Gabriel joined in and took a few turns of his own, with them and the others. After it was over, the others left and Gabriel stayed over. Then they had some more fun because there was nothing else to do.
Somewhere on their way to godhood the gods had stopped needing sleep and now didn't sleep at all.
They didn't miss it but had hoped to be able to again eventually. Sleep was no longer on the list of things they could do.
Fucking an Archangel senseless was. So they went with what they could do.
It was a good time for all.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The funeral hit Sam hard. His eyes were haunted and they never left the coffin, never lost that self-loathing look. Dean knew Sam still blamed himself for it but couldn't stop Sam from feeling it. So he called Bobby and the old man answered.
"Dean." His whiskey was beer. Dean always made it beer; he even made Bobby's coffee into beer when he called. Dean really liked beer apparently. "What's up?" He asked.
"Nothing. Just needed to talk." Dean said as Sam stood talking to her family and hugging them as they cried, them hugging him as he cried as well.
"What's wrong?" Bobby said, something was making Dean hurt. He never called just to talk.
"It's a long story, Bobby. Long story short, Shifter killed one of Sam's friends from school and he is taking it hard. Blames himself." Dean said sadly, tearing up a little now.
"Which means you now blame yourself." Bobby said gruffly, knowing how their brains worked. Those gods would blame themselves for anything. Losing an innocent hit them harder than anything else could.
"Yeah." Dean began to cry and Sam came over. Sam took the phone and pulled Dean into his chest to cry there.
"Sam." Bobby said, his whiskey was bourbon now. A good sign. Sam was being there for Dean. They were falling apart over this and the only thing holding Sam together was his brother, and vice versa. They needed him. "Come home, son."
"I don't know, Bobby, this Trickster thing is complicated. There is a lot of stuff we have to do to maintain it. We don't want to impose." Sam said, Dean held on and cried still. Sam voice was getting husky, too. Tears coming again for him as well.
"I don't care, come home." Bobby said, hearing Sam breaking was hurting his heart, hearing Dean cry over the phone was hurting him too. "You belong here now. Come home, Sam."
"We will." Sam said softly and hung up. His head fell and he cried now too, his eyes on the grave of the girl he couldn't save and he blamed himself one more time believing every word.
Dean cried into Sam's jacket and the image of her dead on the ground, tortured and raped, spooled through his brain. 'You should have saved her, you should have known.' Echoing in his head, his heart buying every word.
They stopped crying shortly after and went to stand by the grave, dirt piled on top of it now.
"I'm so sorry, Becky." Dean whispered laying another rose on the dirt, wiping his tears away but leaving a dirty streak in their place.
"Should have saved you, Becks." Sam said, "Should have known it would go after you. Bad shit follows us around, we knew that. We just didn't expect it to follow us to you. I'll miss you, I'm sorry." Sam knelt in the dirt and used his magic to make teacup roses bloom over the gravesite, making sure they would keep growing and always grow back if cut off or mowed over with an extra burst of magic. Dean knelt on the other and added his magic to Sam's and the flowers bloomed on the other side of the grave now, white and all colors showing.
"Teacup roses?" Dean asked as they watched the roses bloom.
"Her favorite flower." Sam explained and cried a little then stopped, sighing.
"They're pretty." Dean admitted, stroking the satiny petals one last time before standing and helping Sam up. They brushed themselves off and headed to the car.
"Where to?" Dean asked, hungry for sweets, hungry for sex, power flaring inside him but only wanting to cry for the one they couldn't save. He knew they should meet these urges but it hurt to think that if enjoying the sweets, having an orgy or lots of sex, and maybe if the power blew him apart, it wouldn't feel so much like he had killed her himself by not figuring out it had been following them the whole damn time.
"Bobby's." Sam said feeling the same as Dean, but hurting too much to do what the urges told them to. "He said come home."
Dean drove back to the motel and went into the room pulling Sam behind him. He sat on the bed and fed him some sweets and Sam fed him some. Neither ate much; just enough to fuel their metabolism.
"Let me take away your pain, Sammy." Dean said sighing, kissing his cheek. "I can make it stop for a while."
"Yes, you can." Sam said holding Dean closer and whispering in his ear, "I can help yours, too."
"Please do." Dean said.
Both ate a few more sweets as they held each other until the urge to cry passed once more.
They kissed softly and their hands caressed each other with a gentleness that was not their norm. This was not about sex. It was not about maintaining the balance between power and metabolism. It was about comfort and taking away each other's pain for a little while. It was less about power and more about love; and that was what they needed right now. The powers could wait, they needed this more.
Their sex was slow and gentle, not rushed or frantic. Afterward they lay together and felt the blame settle back into their chests again and they felt heavier once more. The pain was back, the self-loathing filled them again. It was their fault, they were sure. Each taking the blame but both sharing it.
They cleaned the room and drove out to South Dakota. No music played. No conversation was made but for a few stilted words. They made good time and parked the car in the yard.
It was a sunny day and the dogs played in the yard. They didn't hear or feel either.
There was a sense of home and peace to this place. They didn't feel it.
They did get out of the car and shut the doors slowly.
They did stand there watching the house and consider running back into the car and leaving. They didn't do it though.
They did walk up to the porch and knocked on the door. Neither looking up, neither able to see past their despair.
They did let the older man pull them close and hug them, telling them it wasn't their faults, that they couldn't have known. They heard it but didn't believe it.
They just cried as if their hearts were breaking and Bobby's broke with them.
Those gods may have been made gods but damned if they weren't still human enough to cry, to regret, to place blame on themselves at lost lives, and to know they should save people and not let them die.
Bobby was sad for them but glad too.
They were still themselves under all that power and he knew they still needed him.
He had said "Come home." and they had come to him.
Their home was here, with him, gods or no gods, they were still his sons.
He loved them.
Xxxxxxxxxxxx
Bobby got used to the orgies, the constant sweets, and the bursts of magic that worked through his yard and his home. He got used to shooing half-naked people out of the room he was in and learned to know when the gods were switching his alcohol again or when they kept changing his car to different ones because they figured he needed a better one. He ended up with a muscle truck and they left it at that. Bobby admired the new vehicle and liked it.
Weeks passed into months and they stayed on. They helped with research and they helped Ellen with the bar; bartending, serving drinks, and with household repairs and research on cases for her. Neither talked about what happened with Becky but then they didn't have to. They both knew it already.
It was their fault she was dead and they accepted the blame in true Winchester fashion.
That is to say they took it to heart and kept it there.
Xxxxxxxxxxx
Another month passed and they decided they should hunt again. That is to say that Bobby tossed them a file and said it needed their expertise.
People were getting killed by something at Christmas time and it was dragging them up the chimney; stuffing them there. Bobby figured witches but the gods thought pagan gods. The Anti-Claus. Bobby looked it up and agreed it could be. They needed some of that herb that marked the victims, Meadow Sweet.
They drove off and turned up the music. Bobby watched them leave smiling. He had figured it was a god but used witches to get their attention. He also knew it might take a god to kill a god, or two of them to be exact.
Besides they needed to hunt again, to get back into it, where they belonged.
He just hoped they would kill it quick.
He had Christmas shopping to do while they were gone, a tree to get, and a dinner to cook, and guests to invite. They were spending it with him this year instead of a shitty motel room and giving magazines and motor oil from a gas station as gifts. Which, thankfully enough, meant that he didn't have to spend this one alone, getting drunk like he usually did and being just plain miserable and alone yet again.
Life was good now.
Soon enough, they returned with bags of gifts for everyone, including Ellen, Jo, Ash, and Bobby. They had a tree tied to the top of the car and some food to help with dinner. Ellen followed behind in her truck, bags of gifts in the back as well; Ash holding them down. Jo and Missouri rode in the passenger side, smiling in expectation.
Bobby came out and was surprised to see them all. They unloaded the bags. The gods brought in the tree and helped get it into its stand. Ellen carried the groceries in and put them away for the next day.
The gods let their magic loose to the house and amazed everyone. Laurels hung everywhere, lights hung everywhere, flickering nicely. Boughs of holly wound around the staircase of their own accord. The fireplace lit up and stockings hung in front of it, now full with candy and gifts for each of them.
Christmas floated through the air and the place sparkled, it was so clean. Eggnog was on the table with gold glasses to pour it into. Tables of sweets lined the walls and women and men dressed in Santa outfits and elf outfits served drinks. Every alcohol that they liked sat on the counter now, with cups sitting close by.
They all hugged the gods and thanked them. A red-headed waitress approached Bobby but Ellen shooed her away from him. Bobby grinned at the gesture and she grinned back before getting herself some eggnog.
A few minutes later, a feathery sound came and two Angels stood there. One smiling softly as he looked around him with growing curiosity and the other grinning lecherously at Ellen who hugged him and pushed him away laughing.
"Castiel! You came; we hoped you would." Dean said and hugged the shyer Angel. Castiel smiled wider now hugging them both.
"Wow, gods, who knew?" Castiel said proudly. His friends were gods now and he was happy to spend time with them.
"What about me?" Gabriel pouted and the gods smiled slyly eying the mistletoe hanging in the archway which hadn't been there before, and just happened to be hanging right over his head. Both suspected he'd done that himself on purpose to get them to kiss him but didn't mind be given the opportunity of a Christmas Eve kiss from their favorite Archangel lover. So Sam came up and kissed Gabriel hard, taking his breath. Dean came up and kissed him harder, this time Gabriel looked totally unfocused and panted. Both gods looked at him laughing and he recovered quickly.
"We could never forget about you, Gabriel. You saved our lives." Sam said smiling widely at the Archangel who shrugged. It was true.
"Never thanked you for that, Angel god." Bobby said softly, handing the Angels some eggnog. "But thank you."
"Never a problem." Gabriel said nodding happily to all his old friends and new friends, "They are my friends. I did it for them." Both gods held up a drink in respect and he held up his.
"Am I missing something?" Castiel said catching the lust-filled look in their eyes as they looked at each other. There was something there.
"Not if you play your cards right, Angel man." Dean whispered into his ear while Sam kissed the other one, whispering as well, "I could always use another Angel…in my bed."
Dean took this as his clue to add, "And mine, always willing to welcome another Angel. If you're interested…"
They both stood back and eyed the flustered Angel and waited for an answer. "Got a present for you, Cas." And he knew what they meant and wanted it.
"I'm interested." His blue eyes looked at them in a new way and then to his brother who smiled and eyed them, too. Both wanting the gods, both wanting to be in their beds or bed, whichever mood struck them at any given time.
"Good, I was hoping you'd say that." Both gods said at the same time then laughed at their saying it together. They both headed to get some sweets and Bobby followed. The others talked and joked across the room.
"Gods." Bobby began. He was glad to have a moment alone with them.
"Bobby?" Sam asked. Seeing that something was on his mind.
"About Becky." Bobby said and watched as they tensed then hid their reactions to the name with smiles.
"What about her?" Sam said softly, his smile slipping a little.
"It wasn't your faults. You couldn't have known the shifter would pick her out of the others." Bobby said and their expressions hardened. He saw they didn't believe that. Just like he'd already known they didn't.
"She was the only one we visited. Of course we should have known it would choose her." Dean said sadly.
"You gods should stop that thinking right now. That kind of thinking gets you nowhere." Ellen said walking up, the others behind her. They had heard every word.
"You two are not to blame here. You aren't. " Castiel attempted to reassure them softly. He could sense their pain from there, the self-recrimination.
"It's not your fault, you know that. Deep down you know that. Both of you." Jo said taking their faces in her hands and pulling them up to kiss them lightly on a cheek each. "You can't keep blaming yourselves for something you had no control over."
"You are not omnipresent, guys. Just because you're gods don't mean you could have seen this coming." Gabriel said , hitting on the problem that no one else had seen. They all ran back over in their minds what he had said and turned to look at them, realization in their eyes.
The gods were gods and had assumed they would have sensed the creature's intent. As gods, they should have been able to tell who he was going after but hadn't. As gods, they should have been able to save her.
The gods popped out of sight and they stared at the spot where they had stood. Compassion filled them and the Angels let their Angel senses look for the gods, finding them easily. Both Angels vanished as well to end up standing beside the Impala, where the gods sat on her hood, knees pulled up and heads leaning against them, eyes staring ahead at nothing but their own thoughts. Their arms hugged their legs tightly and their tear marks shone in the moonlight.
"Sam, Dean, minor gods like you two, and partially me, can't do that kind of thing. Gods like us aren't that powerful. Only God himself can do that, never us. It's one of our limitations, I'm sorry to say." Gabriel said gently, joining them on the hood and leaning his head between them pulling them into his lap and wrapping his long legs on each one's outer leg, giving him his comfort without words. Castiel came up and joined them on the other side, facing his brother, facing them. His arms reached for them and leaned into them as well, lending his comfort as well.
Somewhere in the night, in the middle of Angels, there came a keening sound, a wounded cry, and a broken sound, and sobs of what was lost and would never be seen again. In the arms of their friends, the gods gave up their pain, gave up the despair they had hidden, and most of all, gave up the dream that one day their powers would benefit anyone but themselves. They mourned that loss most of all. They were meant to save people and they couldn't save one girl. They had failed her. They wished they had saved her, and that by saving her, they could save the hope of saving others. The Angels soothed them and held them. They told them they could still save others, this was just one time they couldn't, there would be more chances to do it. There would be others they would save. They said they were loved, they said they mattered, they said they were a force for good and they would prevail. The Angels swore to fight with them if need be. They swore they would be there for them if they needed them, always their friends, always by their sides.
The others watched from the porch and watched as the Angels unfurled their large wings and wrapped them around the sobbing gods, lending their Graces to healing their pain along with their words. The humans sent up their prayers to God that he would help them through this, that he would heal their pain, and he would let them get over this enough to get back to helping people more. So they would not be so afraid of losing the fight to protect the innocent from the evil that was out there; even though the innocents had no idea it was there or what awaited them in the darkness.
Amidst all this love and comfort, the gods broke and felt the pieces fall back into place, healing them a little at a time. For every tear, they got a kiss, and for every bit of pain they let out, a bit of love got in to take its place. Christmas didn't bring gifts of weapons or other stuff, although there was probably that under the tree, too. Christmas brought something so much more precious and so much more valuable to those gods.
Christmas brought them healing and helped them forgive themselves for failing to save a girl; a girl they had wanted to save so much it hurt to know they had failed to do so.
Gifts of weapons and books, and other things were given that day but Sam and Dean only recalled the best one.
The gift of love and friendship that had healed their broken hearts and wounded spirits.
There was no better gift.
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Sam and Dean lay in the arms of the Angels in their new magically larger bed and did not move. None of them slept, neither the Angels nor the gods. Both were not able to anymore. They just lay there touching in lazy circles on the other's bare skin and enjoyed the good feeling again. Of course, sweets appeared when they were hungry and the Angels fed them to the gods, occasionally they had sex again then rested then resumed. There was no hurry to the acts. It was Christmas and they wanted to enjoy feeling good again. Throughout the night, they continued this pattern and didn't think to stop it.
They now knew they couldn't save everyone but at least they could save the next one or the next one. They wouldn't stop trying to. They valued life and cherished it. They wanted to protect it.
Whatever they did from now on, they wouldn't give up again. They weren't alone. They had their friends and their Angels. It was enough to give them hope again.
It made them want to hunt again.
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The next day Bobby sat sipping coffee and it suddenly was bourbon. He smiled.
"Sam." He turned and stopped in surprise, seeing it was Dean smiling slyly.
"Sam said you like bourbon better so…" Dean explained pointing to the cup.
"I don't mind beer if you prefer to make it that way." Bobby said, admitting he had come to expect it from Dean, "It lets me know it's you." Dean looked pleased with that and turned it to beer.
"If you prefer." He said smiling.
"You can have let it be bourbon a little longer, I was drinking that." Bobby smirked, missing the bourbon already. Soon enough it was bourbon again and Dean laughed.
"Merry Christmas, Bobby." He said handing him a small box. Bobby put down his cup and took the box. "It's from both of us." Bobby teared up but opened it anyway.
A small white light show in the box and floated up into his hand, gently winking and floating there, so small and beautiful. There came gasps of surprise and awe from behind them and the men turned to see Ellen, Jo, Missouri and Ash standing there eyes full of awe as they stared at the small white light. Sam pulled the Angels along behind him into the kitchen, looking pleased with Bobby.
"How? What is…." Bobby tried to ask but didn't have to. The gods knew what he was asking already.
"It's a piece of our souls, a small one. Gabriel and Castiel helped extract some from each of us last night and combined it for us into one piece." Sam said coming to sit on the other side of Bobby, smiling softly. "It's for you. Just let it inside you, let it go to yours, and we will be in there forever. A real living piece of us. A piece that represents our love for you."
Bobby cried now, unashamed, as his eyes stared at the tiny piece of his sons' souls they had given him, trusted him with, and wanted him to have forever. He watched as the light floated into his chest and met his own soul, and set off a warmth he had never felt inside before. So much love flooded him now, so much trust.
Sam and Dean hugged him.
"We love you, Bobby." Sam said, taking a hand to wipe his tears away.
"We love you, Bobby." Dean said, helping to wipe them off as well.
"You're our father and we wanted you to have that. So you'd know how we feel about you, even as changed as we are. Thank you for loving us. Thank you for being our home, not this house, not this place. You, Bobby, you're our home." Sam said and Dean nodded, love in their eyes.
"You're my sons, gods, always will be." Bobby said gruffly, regaining his composure again. "Even when you're idjits, like you are most of the time, you're my sons." He looked down and then looked at them. "I love you, gods, just like my own." His face was serious and they knew he meant every word.
"Thanks, Bobby." Sam said suddenly making the table larger and full of breakfast food and sweets to eat.
"Yeah, thanks." Dean said and reached for a piece of cherry pie and ice cream. Sam laughed at the awkward way he was holding it and helped him get it over Bobby without spilling it on his lap anyway. Both men laughing at it.
Everyone laughed as well and dug in, talking excitedly about their plans. Plans that now included the Angels, surprisingly. Later they opened presents and sang carols, not everyone on key but no one really minded.
The gods got sweaters, a gun, some bullets, a new knife a piece, and an amulet with two feathers woven into its core, one white, one gray. Castiel and Gabriel's gift to them. An Angelic GPS that would let them find them anywhere. The gods put them on right away and the Angels smiled, glad they'd liked the gifts.
Ellen got a new shotgun, some shells, a sweater, a necklace and earrings with a small diamond in them (She looked at Bobby when she got it and he blushed red, no secret who gave her that one), and an amulet like the gods from the Angels. She thanked them and put it on. It made her feel safe knowing the Angels had given it to her.
Jo got a car from Bobby's yard he had fixing up for her as a surprise, a charm bracelet with crosses and protection symbols around it, a new iron knife, a silver knife, and an amulet from the Angels, which she put on as well, hugging them in thanks.
Ash got a new laptop from the gods, a satellite phone from Bobby, a sweater, a new knife, and an amulet from the Angels. He put his on and thanked them, offering to drink with them anytime they wanted and to help them with information anytime they wanted it. Gabriel said he'd drink with him later and Ash laughed, liking the former Trickster already.
Bobby got a new hat, with his favorite football team on it, a new watch (He looked at Ellen and she smiled, she had known his had broken last week), a new Lincoln quarter which he collected, and an amulet from the Angels. He put it on and grinned, appreciating the gift and what it signified for the Angels. Their protection and their concern for them.
Gabriel got a book; The Kama Sutra. He also got a new necklace with his name carved into it. He got a bottle of rye whiskey and a personalized mug. He also got a new collapsible pool cue. The gods had already given their gift last night so he didn't need to worry about theirs. He had liked theirs very much. He leered at the gods offering again and they winked with a quirked brow each, eyes undressing him mentally, letting him know the offer was accepted. He grinned widely at them.
Castiel got a new trenchcoat and necklace with his name carved into it. He got a pool cue and some books on Angels, in Latin of course. He too remembered the gods' gift and smiled shyly at them, wondering if he could do it again. Both gods smiled gently at him and nodded, letting him know he was more than welcome to join them.
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Later on they took off to a motel with the Angels for some privacy. They needed sex again and they wanted privacy for it. The others laughed and marveled at their new Trickster regiment.
"So they really have to eat sweets all the time?" Jo asked and Bobby nodded.
"It fuels their metabolism, it like a damn hummingbird on crack to be honest. They have to eat sweets just to function." Bobby explained.
"And the sex thing?" Ash asked. They were nymphos or something, damn!
"They have to have sex a lot. Several small sessions or one really large one. Since they been here, they been doing several little ones with their creations. Turns out the sex balances out the metabolism which helps balance their powers." Bobby said.
"So are they still brothers or aren't they?" Ellen had to ask. She had definitely heard them having sex last night, crying out each other's names.
"Well, that's complicated. In their minds, they kind of are, but as gods the dynamics are different. They aren't human anymore and so the human ideas don't always apply, sex works like that. They can have sex with each because they aren't really brothers anymore, genetic or otherwise. They just choose to enjoy each other's…company once in a while without the love stuff that humans attach to it. To them it's just sex, nothing big. Don't get me wrong, they still think of each other as brothers but not in the human sense. See, gods have sex with each other because technically they are just powerful beings with powers that happen to be related somewhat. That's how they are now. It's weird but there it is." Bobby tried not to confuse them.
"So they really don't sleep anymore?" Ellen asked. They hadn't slept since she had gotten there.
"No, that stopped a while back. They don't sleep because their bodies no longer require it." Bobby explained it the way they had explained it to him.
"And the power usage around the house and in the yard? What's up with that?" Ash asked, he had noticed them doing stuff at odd times and changing it back right after.
"They have to use them or they get repressed and risk the powers coming out on their own, possibly hurting someone. So small things get changed then get changed back. It maintains the levels of power in their bodies that way. They can do big stuff, reality changes, shape-shifting, and other stuff too but usually save them for when they're really needed." Bobby saw the surprise on all their faces at this news and chuckled. Those gods had more power than they would ever need in any lifetime, let alone for eternity, which is what they had now.
"Wow." Ash said sitting down with a thud into his chair.
The others agreed and chuckled.
"No wonder they felt guilty. All that power and unable to save someone. That would eat at me too." Ellen said sad now that she understood what had driven them to break down last night. It was horrible to know you had power and yet that power couldn't protect the person you were trying to protect. It had to hurt to know that.
They all nodded and thought of the gods. They knew they would be okay though. They had them behind them after all.
Bobby stole a kiss under the mistletoe from Ellen before going to the study to read. Ellen joined him and helped with the books. Jo and Ash went out to look under the hood of her new car and the house was quiet.
The motel room wasn't. Not in any way could it have been called quiet.
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They all fell into bed, clothes magicked away and bodies grasping each other. Sam grabbed Cas and kissed him hard, pulling him against him slotting himself against him and sliding, making the Angel moan and grab his butt to press him closer against him, craving more contact. Both men crying out their pleasure at the body contact and the friction. Dean pulled Gabriel against him and kissed down his body to his groin and the hardened part of him. His mouth took him in and made the Archangel writhe from the pleasure of it.
Soon Sam was doing the same to Cas and Dean was spreading Gabriel and prepping him, then entering him, making him buck into Dean, thrusting onto him, needing more. Sam joined in this activity by entering Cas, after careful prepping of course. Both Angels writhed beneath the young gods moaning louder, crying out for more, urging them to go faster and take them harder. Dirty phrases and names were shouted in pleasure as the gods brought the Angels to orgasm repeatedly until they cried out their own in a loud moan, and they switched positions.
Cas took Sam the way Sam had taken him and made him moan like a porn star; something he did when he really enjoyed the sex. Gabriel ended up taking Dean. But when Sam moaned like that, both Dean and Gabriel got harder and came quickly from the sound of it; Dean's moan's joining with Sam's, just as pornographic and just has hot to hear. Both Angels held out as long as they could but eventually let the sensations and the sounds from both gods drive them back down into that black hole of pleasure. Pulling the gods with them, drowning them in orgasm after orgasm until they had to break off and rest for a bit.
Everyone indulged in the sweets on the tables and talked, enjoying the easy conversation they shared now. Then, when the urges hit again, Sam grabbed Gabriel and Dean grabbed Cas and they started the whole thing over again. Dean came crying out Cas's name and lots of profanity, moans of the pornographic sort punctuating the moment before he came, his sexy lips still plump from sucking on Cas and open in a pleasured 'oh' as Cas fucked him hard, driving him to go off that edge with him. Sam sucked Gabriel and then rode him on top, fucking him and making Gabriel thrust up into him; his strong Angelic hands controlling the god's hips, making his head go back and his eyes shut as he came hard onto the Angel's member. Then watching Dean get fucked by Cas pulled another one out of him, making him scream his release over and over again; no one counting the orgasms anymore just letting them pull the beings into them; spinning them up into their depths. Dean watched Sam's cascading pleasure and the way he rode Gabriel, the thrusting of the bodies, the way Cas thrust into his, and switched positions so he rode Cas now, too. Cas's hands now drove Dean's hips onto him the way Gabriel was doing.
"Sammy, please!" Dean begged and the Angels watched as Sam's hand moved over to stroke Dean's member expertly; firmly pulling him into another orgasm.
"Dean!" Sam shouted and Dean's hand shot over to Sam's member and stroked him the same way. Their god powers now poured through all four of them, Angels and gods alike, filling them with pleasure as the brother's united powers flowed through them all, making them cum repeatedly until they couldn't cum anymore.
They lay on the bed panting and breathless, trading kisses with each other, until everyone had managed to touch each other and just lay there enjoying the power as it ebbed back into them. Carrying the pleasure of that act with it, filling the gods with it, and making them all feel completely sated and happy.
"That was fun." Dean grinned, and touched Cas's chest reverently then heard a giggle. Gabriel was kissing the spot by Sam's belly button where he was ticklish. "You found his ticklish spot I see."
Gabriel nodded and got him behind the knees making Sam laughed so hard he couldn't breathe and almost fell out of the bed from trying to get away from the tickling. Now Sam went to Dean and showed them where his ticklish spots were which both Angels and his brother attacked with vigor making Dean laugh so hard he was crying and barely keeping himself from falling off the bed.
Then they all got up and ate some more sweets. Sam and Dean created some burgers, salads, French fries, and even some other food, including chicken for Sam. They ate and told stories about growing up and embarrassing moments. Laughing hard when Dean shot a crab for biting his toe and Sam when he kissed a god who turned out to in fact be a cross-dressing girl, who he ended up making out with anyway only to be only caught by Dean when Dean had went into the same closet to make out with his own girl.
Dean hadn't batted a lash. He just shut the door behind them and made out in the closet, too. They both shared it, since neither was willing to stop what they were doing. They laughed at it now and the others joined in.
"So, Dean, you never considered guys attractive until after the god thing hit, honestly?" Gabriel had to ask. He knew Sam had liked men, too; he had checked out Gabe's ass enough during the whole apocalypse thing, Cas's too. Both angel's had noticed. Sam shrugged proudly and nodded, they were nice asses. He was willing to admit this; there was no shame in noticing them or appreciating a nice body. It was just hard to believe that Dean had never considered it.
"No, it made me see red if a guy even hinted he found me attractive. It repulsed me but once Sam told me he was bi, I tried to be more understanding since he was my brother. I just never noticed them that way. This god thing removed all that stuff and suddenly it didn't seem so bad, just something new." He took a bite of burger and wondered how he could have let himself miss such great sex just because of the equipment issue. "I wished I'd started sooner, the sex is amazing. Women and men are amazing to fuck."
"I could have told you that." Sam said leering at him and laughed at his answering leer. Neither meaning it, just having fun with the looks. Gabriel bent down and bit Sam's ass and suck on the bite making him squirm and say, "Ow! Gabriel, quit that." Gabriel moved near Dean and repeated it, making him say "Ow!" but his was breathy like he had enjoyed it more. "You like a little pain there, Dean?"
Dean nodded and smiled. Sam smiled too. "You should have asked, Gabriel, I could have told you that years ago. He once had one of his teachers spank him with a crop in our motel room. You have never heard such porn worthy moans coming from a sixteen year old in your life. I heard them through the door and that was close enough for me." Sam grinned as Dean smiled at the memory, "Miss Wisloo…good times, good times."
"Guess we can do some pain and that with him next time then. How about you, Sam, any kinks to know about?" Gabriel leered then laughed as Sam grinned again.
"Some. Biting, blood play, spanking, flogging, toys, and tying up is fun. Not into a lot of pain though, at least like Dean can handle. Oh, and I love Knife play." His eyes closed in pleasure at those two words. The Angels saw this was one of his favorites immediately.
"Yeah, knife play is fun." Dean's eyes glazed with pleasure as well. The Angels now amended that last thought; apparently both gods really liked knife play. Interesting, they could work with that.
"Your turn. Gabriel?" Both gods eyed him curiously and smiled. "We told ours, now tell us yours."
"I like to be tied up, spanked, not good at the whole Slave/Master crap, but tied up is fun. I like toys with sex." Gabriel said smiling as well. "Knife play sounds fun, though."
Both gods nodded enthusiastically. "It so is!" Dean said enthusiastically, "Especially while tied up."
Gabriel felt himself flush at the thought, it did sound so tempting when put that way.
"Cas, your turn." They all turned to him and grinned. The normally shyer Angel met their gazes and smiled.
"Public places, I like sex in public places where I might get caught. Food, I love food eaten off me or off of others is good, too. Um, some tying up, no pain stuff, toys are fun. I like to watch others have sex. That is awesome! I also like to bottom a lot, as long as pain isn't involved. I like biting, blood play." Cas said grinning, noticing happily that all of the others were eyeing him with reverence and a lot of desire.
"Damn, Cas, I would love to play with your kinks, they are so cool." Sam said.
"I like the biting and blood play, too; just not as much as him." Dean admitted.
"Wow, Cas, never thought you would be that kinky. What else are you hiding beneath that trenchcoat I don't know about?" Gabriel said in awe, he could see himself doing all these things with Cas. The gods, too.
"It's not that cool." Cas said eyes down, shyly. The gods gasped as they realized that Cas just might want Gabriel to do those things with him, probably had for a while now.
"Do you want to do those things with me, Cas? Because I would love to do them with you, Them, too." Gabriel asked. Cas had never said he wanted sex with him, why hadn't he said anything?
"Yes, I do. I really really do. I didn't say anything because I guess I never thought you might be interested." Cas admitted finally meeting Gabriel's lust blown eyes. "It wasn't a moral issue; you just seemed more interested in women. I wanted the gods, too, but didn't say anything for the same reason."
"Oh, I do too. I do so want you!" Gabriel said grabbing Cas and kissing him hard, Cas grabbing his hair and kissing him back. The gods smiled and waited their turns. Cas came to them as well and kissed them, too. They kissed back for all their worth. Cas stood there as all three men advanced on him and pushed him to bed. All pushing to get to him at the same time, all wanting him more. But the gods backed off when Gabriel got to him first.
Gabriel kissed Cas and Cas melted into it and their bodies pressed into each other, rubbing, seeking friction. Gabriel lay Cas back and kissed down his body, savoring it, until his mouth reached his groin and let his mouth take him in, sucking him hard and carefully, drawing out his pleasure with each movement. Cas's hips thrust up into him and his body arched in the sensations as they overtook him. Gabriel held out a hand and Sam handed him the lube. Gabriel worked Cas open and waited until he begged him to take him before entering his warmth there. Gabriel moaned loudly at how good and amazing it felt to be inside Cas and Cas thrust onto him, wanting him to move, take him now. Gabriel thrust in him steadily now but got harder and faster after a bit as his own pleasure spurred it on; Cas's moans pulling him closer as well.
He let one hand pump Cas's throbbing member in time with his thrusts and in no time both Angels were coming like freight trains, calling each other's names as they came. The gods had placed a barrier around them earlier and it caught their power and kept it from shattering all the windows, but still made all the lights flicker furiously as they pounded out their orgasms; the flicker corresponding with each cry they made until they went out entirely as they shot their releases. The lights came back on almost immediately after and the gods were in awe of them.
"That was amazing, guys. Wow!" Dean said smiling, "That was hot!"
Cas lay there cuddled into Gabriel and smiled slyly. "Did you catch the part where I'm a voyeur?"
Both gods nodded.
"Well, we did our show and tell. Show us yours." Cas said, eyeing their bodies.
"Yeah, we want to watch you now." Gabriel said grinning, "You two are so hot together, too."
The gods just nodded and lay on the other part of the large bed. Both Angels sat up now and sat against the head board to watch them.
Dean pulled Sam on top of him and kissed him, letting their tongues battle and their bodies rub together, their passions flowing from them and soft moans coming from them as well.
Gabriel let his hand wander over to Cas's lap and start to slowly stroke him, his eyes on the gods the whole time.
Sam bit at Dean's skin, sucking on each bite drawing blood sucking it and moving lower and doing it again and again the same way until Dean's body arch up into Sam's bites and moaned loudly, panting with pleasure, porn worthy moans now showing themselves.
Gabriel moved to the other side of Cas and sat so he could lean down and still see what the gods were doing. He looked up to see Cas's eyes glued to them, his breath hitching with desire from the sight of them. Gabriel let his mouth leisurely explore Cas's body down to his groin, watching the gods making him moan a little himself.
Sam took Dean in his mouth, closing his eyes and moaning softly at the feel of Dean in his mouth. He sucked him hard, drawing out loud moans from him. Dean's hand held onto his hair, holding him onto him while he thrust forcefully into Sam's sucking mouth; both moaning now, porn-worthy moans from both now filling the room.
Gabriel sucked on Cas now with equal intensity and Cas moaned as well, eyes hot with lust as they flicked for the gods to Gabriel now, the pleasure filling him at both sights.
Dean made Sam stop and pushed him onto his stomach, bottom perched in the air. Dean prepped him lightly. Sam was still loose from before. He slid in and thrust deep, stopping then doing it again. Now thrusting into him faster, Sam moaning and talking dirty, begging for more. Dean doing the same, the air filled with their sounds, driving the other's pleasure higher from it.
Gabriel stopped and whispered hotly into to Cas's ear, "Fuck me, Cas, please fuck me!" Cas grabbed the lube and lay Gabriel on his back, putting a leg over one shoulder and another on his hip. He slicked up his finger and worked them into Gabriel but didn't do it too much. Gabriel was still loose enough from before to accommodate him easily. Cas slid in and began to fuck him slow then faster, their hips slamming into each other, making them moan loudly as well.
Dean came and Sam followed, arching and thrusting hard into each other; nearly shouting their releases together, each other's name on the others lips.
Gabriel came soon after from Cas's hard thrusts alone and they collapsed on the bed and turned to watch them again.
Dean grinned as he knew what they wanted. Sam did too.
Dean went to the bottom, Sam took the top. Dean sucked him and got him hard and ready for him. Cas couldn't resist slipping a finger into Dean now, stroking that bundle of nerves and pulling out again and doing it again. Dean nor Sam asked him to stop, in fact, Sam really seemed to like watching Cas do that, making Dean moan against his member, making it feel so much better each time he did it.
"I like to watch others have sex with him. It is such a turn on. He's such a slut." Sam said hoarsely at the question in the Angel's eyes. "Get him ready for me, Cas." Dean nodded and moaned louder as Cas fucked fingers into Dean, doing what Sam asked and feeling the heat that act was creating in the both men.
Dean soon lay on his back with both legs around Sam 's waist and felt Sam slide in, moaning at how good it felt to have him inside him. Sam leaned over, stroking him slowly at first while he spoke to him in that sex-soaked voice that Dean liked and the others they had slept with liked, too. It was good voice, dripping with sex and lust, demanding more from you. "Gonna fuck you now, Dean, gonna fuck you hard. You want that?"
"Yes, oh, yes!" Dean said hoarsely and pushed himself hard upon him, impaling himself and thrusting onto him again. "Move your ass, Sam. Damn it!" He was losing it and Sam was just waiting to do it. "Fuck me already!"
Sam moaned, "You got it, Dean. Gonna get you good. Gonna make you feel so good." And thrust harder and faster than ever before into him. Making Dean writhe and moan, making that throaty porn star moan again and repeating it as Sam's body slammed into his hole; hitting those nerves, stealing his ability to think or even stop even if they had wanted to, which they didn't. Both men were close and their bodies were violently fucking each other; all moaning and cussing, dirty talking and demanding more.
Their breathing was so fast now they both thought they might pass out and that's when the multiple orgasms shot through them like a machine gun. Twisting them together and shooting them into each other with great force with each one. Four orgasms later, they finally felt it stop and they separated to find Gabriel being pounded by Cas the same way as they had just been doing. Their orgasms pulling them in as well, carrying the Angels away with them; making them repeat it all until the orgasms stopped. Then they lay cuddling until they were able to think clearly again and separated with a very satisfied sigh from both parties.
"Your bleeding, Dean." Sam said teasing, eyes wanting to taste that blood and those bites under his tongue.
"Yeah, you are." Gabriel said coming to Sam's side eyeing them as well.
"We should help you with that." Castiel said joining the others. He wanted to do this, too.
All three men pinned him to the head board and sucked and bit at the bites making them bleed more; licking and kissing them until Dean couldn't take it anymore and came another two times as they sucked on them. His head back, hand strangling the head board, pieces of wood pulling off in his hands only to be tossed aside so he could repeat the process all over again. His eyes clenched shut in his pleasure and his release coming out in loud pornographic moans that ended with a sharp cry of pure bliss; body arching and writhing as he came each time.
Eventually they stopped what they were doing and settled down to rest a little, their bodies spent and completely sated. The Angels joined them between them and lay there enjoying the afterglow, which buzzed through their heads and left them tingling with ecstasy still.
"Wow." Dean said, and sighed happily.
"Yeah." Sam said, and smiled wide, completely satisfied but now wanting sweets again.
"Not a word for it." Gabriel moaned in his own tired, sated pleasure-filled voice.
"Could we do that again sometime?" Cas asked, "Cause that was the most…perfect…thing I've ever done, all of it, all of you. So damn perfect."
The others eyed him chuckling now. Trust Cas to sum it up that well, so…perfectly.
They got up now and made the room normal again. They got dressed and headed back, smiling widely. All very pleased with themselves and not caring if it showed.
It had taken them 7 hours to do all that and damned if that wasn't a record for all of them. Dean considered submitting it to Guinness but laughed out loud at the judges asking them for proof they had actually done it for that long. They'd have to repeat it in front of them and damn if that didn't seem like a fun thought.
They walked into Bobby's grinning and the others there looked on in surprise, eyeing the clock and not believing they had done that for that long. Who does that anyway? The group of men went into the kitchen and poured drinks for themselves then sat down to Christmas dinner with the others. No one asked what had taken them so long, they already knew. No one complained at how long they had taken because it would do them no good to say it. They just shook their heads in wonder and laughed. Then just like that, it was fine with them and dinner went well.
The Angels soon waved bye to them and vanished from sight. The gods got to work cleaning their weapons and getting ready for a hunt.
Bobby and Ellen kissed in the study. Jo was under the car again checking the shocks.
Ash was setting up his laptop still, moving files in and out of it, getting it just the way he liked it.
The house bustled with activity like a house should on Christmas day.
Everyone agreed it had indeed been better than a shitty motel room and gifts from a gas station.
It was their first Christmas with family since before Mary had died on Sam's Nursery ceiling.
It was a nice change and they all hoped Bobby would invite them next year, too.
All thinking that had indeed been fun.
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Somewhere in Heaven, Gabriel pulled Cas into a hidden corner and kissed him, relishing his body against his own and whispered, "I'll be inside you soon, Baby, soon." And Cas answered "I know, Baby, I know." Gabriel felt his feet falling from beneath him as he looked into those blue eyes and sighed, knowing Cas felt it, too.
"I think I'm falling in love with you, Cas." Gabriel said breathlessly.
"Me too." Cas admitted as Gabriel's chocolate brown eyes pulled him in, too.
"What should we do now?" Gabriel asked, knowing it wasn't forbidden here, it was fine if they did this.
"Love me, Gabriel, that's all you have to do." Cas said and kissed him again.
"Always, Cas, have always and will always love you." Gabriel pulled him close and kissed him back harder.
They made love right there, on that cloud, and later reflected it had indeed been Heavenly. They looked at each other and professed their love one more time then made love again.
Then they went to assume their places in line to serve their Father, holding hands and smiling. It felt like freedom and it felt like love.
It felt like home to them, right there together. Cas and Gabriel sighed again, glad the gods had made them see that they felt this way or they would never had known this love they now had for each other. So strong, so perfectly theirs.
So wrapped up in that feeling, the love they felt, they marched on and smiled.
They were Warriors of God, his Holy Angels, and his children.
Heaven and Angels may watch over the World but Gabriel and Castiel?
Well, they watched over the Winchesters and their family now.
The Angels would make sure those Hunters didn't die young and tragic.
They would do anything for them, especially Sam and Dean, and especially to be in their bed again.
After all, they were their self-appointed Charges and they would do what it took to help them. Gabriel chuckled at the thought and Castiel joined him in it.
Angels did what it took to watch over and protect their Charges. Even if that entailed mind blowing sex and seven hours of orgasms. It was a sacrifice they were willing to make again, and again, and again.
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