Rewritten 02/20/19

Gabriel really hated his life. Granted, he'd love this nurse role play a lot more if it actually was sexy, but nope. His tired ass fell asleep, sopping wet and wrapped in Cas' oversized towel. He remembered hearing Cas talking with Sam and BAM, he was out for the count. He woke up some time later wearing his baby bros sweatpants, tucked tightly against the couch in a thick blanket, and Sam standing over him measuring out a dose of Amoxicillin. It was dark out from what he could see and a couple bags were sitting on the floor he didn't recognize.

"-So that's the story. I'll be here with you between classes while Cas is gone on his business trip."

Gabriel muttered silently under his breath. He hated how this mess was playing out.

"Gabriel? Are you listening to me?"

The blonde man jerked out of his reverie, looking up at the taller man. Sam sighed, returning his gaze before reaching into his bag for Gabriel's next dose of medicine. Digging out the pills, he gently pressed the pills into Gabe's palm.

"Damn Sammy," Gabe muttered, clearing his scratchy throat lightly. "You need some work."

Gabriel picked at the pills in his hands, rolling the meds around almost conversationally. With a sigh, he reached out for the glass of water sitting on the coffee table before continuing.

"Most people who try to roofie their date don't just hand them the pills."

Gabe quickly tossed back the pills, grimacing from the taste.

"Speaking of which, Samsquatch," He said without missing a beat. "Lay off my cock unless you plan to actually let me get off or you know…ask before you grab. I'm sure the guys at the club have the same rules. Don't need you tossed out on your pretty ass, would we?"

Sam flushed. He'd never admit it, but he was a sucker for Gabe's sassy mouth. It made his gut squirm pleasantly in a way that would haunt him later. Fuck. Dean was right. Go anywhere near a Novak and you lose yourself to their charm. Certainly explains why their Dad had like five kids. Charming bastards….

Sam stuttered, running a hand through his long locks.

"I uh—I'm going to go pick you up some meds from Charlie and some juice. It should only take a few hours."

Gabe reached out, grabbing the tv remote.

"Got it, Sammy-kins. I'll refrain from any orgy parties while you're out. Wouldn't want you jealous."

Sam swallowed back his reply. Giving a curt nod, he grabbed his phone and keys and slipped out the front door. The moment the door clicked closed, Sam unlocked his phone and opened the sex app Dean had downloaded the last time he borrowed his phone. He hoped to God, this stupid app helped him from falling for a Novak. He didn't think he could survive it. Dean became such a sap just from Cas' presence. He was terrified to see it happen to himself.


"Fuck yeah…there! Right there!"

Sam panted harshly, a groan forcing its way out of his throat. He braced his arms on both sides of his lovers' body and slammed his hips harshly into the smaller man's ass. Blonde hair burrowed further into the pillows below with a grind of Sam's hips. The blonde man groaned and mumbled incoherently into the pillow. Sam moaned, his sweat slick body grinding his hips harshly into the others body.

"Harder!" The lust thick voice of the smaller man moaned. "Harder damn it!"

The Winchester growled, pushing himself into exactly what the man wanted. The pace quickly turning brutal and punishing. In doing this, Sam realized he was angry. Sam Winchester, the black sheep of his dysfunctional family, was actually having angry sex. He'd never thought he'd feel just like his brother. His brother who had Cas….

Sam snarled, jealousy tearing through him as he gazed down at his lover who wasn't the other Novak. The blonde was hair too light, the voice too deep, and body too solid and too tattooed to be anyone else. It enraged him. Sam wrapped his hand around the back of the man's neck and pushed him into the mattress, chasing his own end. The brunette's mind slipped into a fantasy that he'd indulged in several times before.

'Hey, Sammy-kins, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Seems like you brought me the Kielbasa I ordered this time.'

The stupid joke brought a smile to his face. He observed the imagined form of Gabriel closely. Gabe's amber eyes shined brightly, his sickly pale skin glowed healthily now, easily flushed a light pink from their time in bed together.

'Come and get me, you big moose. I'm not going to imitate your mating call now.'

Sam moved forward on the bed without thinking. His lover moved into position onto his hands and knees, swaying his hips on the way. The Winchester felt light headed looking at the beauty of his exposed body. If only he could take his time and scour every inch.

It wasn't long before fantasy matched reality. Sam fucked hard and deep into the stranger below him all while only hearing Gabe's voice of 'more….and please…' He would deny to anyone of how far he had fallen. The only thing that mattered to him now was this moment.

"Fuck Baby." He groaned desperately. "You're so good to me."

Sam moved positions. His balls drawing up tightly, he wrapped his arms protectively around the smaller man, pulling him against his chest. His cock sliding in deeper from this angle, he lost himself to the imagery of Gabe bouncing on his dick. The coil of orgasm ready to snap, he peppered the man's neck with open mouth kisses and groaned into his nape when the crest of it slammed into his like a train.

"Fuck dude, get off. No kissing. I don't need a hicky to explain to my next lay."

Sam snapped back to reality, his eyes bright and almost crazed. Shit. He glanced down at the man that would never hold a candle to HIS Gabriel. His dick slipped limply from the man, a harsh wave of shame and regret tearing through him. He had to wonder if Dean felt like this before he got with Cas. What was he talking about? This wasn't the same thing!

"I've got to go." He muttered in a rush, quickly grabbing his clothes and shoes.

Sam had never felt such indignity in his life. He knew it wasn't rational, but the burning in his chest made his eyes water. The Winchester zipped his pants and slid his shoes on; avoiding his reflection in any surface after seeing the state he was in. Mussed hair, still wild eyes….shit. He looked strung out. He took a moment and looked down at his phone to check the time and immediately cursed worse. It had been over three hours since he left Gabriel. It only seemed to get worse from there. Sam's luck had run out as he lost two additional hours finding Charlie and then hunting down anything remotely organic in town this late without fighting off hipsters and vegans. He finally knew how Dean felt when he was made to do the grocery shopping.

To top the proverbial cherry on this treat….he lost his shoe.

Sam was at his wits end. He tripped on a sewer grate and now he was limping his ass down the street to Castiel's apartment building. He was glad today was nearly over. Making his way up the several flights of stairs and into the apartment, he was actually happy to be 'home'. Cradling the paper bag of groceries to his hip, Sam looked around the dwelling for the small blonde man. Immediately, a sense of dread sat like a rock in his stomach when he was greeted with dark silence. No….no…no…no…

"G-Gabe?"

Sam's lip quivered, stepping cautiously toward the kitchen to set down the bag and to look for the ailing man. He couldn't be gone. He just couldn't be.

"Sam?"

The hoarse and whiny voice caught the larger man's attention. Sam flipped on the light switch in the kitchen just to find a blanket wrapped Gabriel digging through the pantry, random cans littering the countertops.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked "I thought you left me."

Gabriel sniffled, looking up the larger man. He tugged the thick blanket closer to his body, shuffling closer and into the others surprised arms.

"I'm hungry, Sam." Gabe cried tiredly, the plaid shirt muffling his words. "I feel like shit and I'm starving. I ate the last of that shitty soup you made and I'm still hungry."

The Winchester relaxed slightly. He wanted to laugh. He was such a baby.

'Your appetite is coming back." He chuckled. "I can make you something more substantial. What do you want to eat, baby?"

Sam wanted to swallow his tongue. Why did he say that? The man jerked slightly when the blonde pressed closer to his chest.

"I want macaroni and cheese."

Sam held his breath. He was so nervous that he could almost hear his own heart beat in his ears. Gabe wrapped his arms around Sam's body, laying his cheek onto his chest.

"I don't think your brother keeps quick fix stuff like that. I think the most junk food stuff Cas keeps handy is Dean's cereal and maybe ramen noodle packets."

"Ramen works." Gabe whimpered, tiredly. "I just want something more filling than soup."

Sam chuckled, tucking his chin on top of Gabe's head. He really was a catch.

"Ramen is soup. It's also not very healthy, but how about some juice and I'll see what I can put together?"

Gabe sighed and rubbed his cheek into the larger man's chest. Sam didn't know how to react. Why was he reacting like this?

"You smell like sex."

The brunette stiffened.

"You got messed up sex hair."

Embarrassment made his face burn.

"Y-you have messed up sex hair…"He countered like a child.

What was he going to do, now? He was just thinking with his dick. Gabe chuckled, reaching up to ruffle his own bed head.

"At least you got to cum. Well, I hope you did." He laughed. "Sex with no orgasm sucks ass and puts you in a shitty mood."

The blonde relaxed a little, laughing at his own joke. Sam stood in silence until it got quiet again. He was hyper aware he was standing in the middle of Castiel's kitchen, Gabriel pressed to his front, literally cuddling him like a baby, and all the while trying to will down his half hard cock before the other man noticed.

"You're so firm," the blonde whimpered.

Sam gasped. He was on his way easily to a full hard on just hearing the context of the others words. His palms itched to touch. He had to move away now.

"Go sit down and keep a check on the news for me. I'll bring you some juice."

Gabe smiled brightly and turned to leave the kitchen, but not before calling back his own remark from earlier.

"Sure thing, Honey."

It was some time later and the clock ticked fifteen past ten when Sam's phone rang. The younger Winchester was busy chopping vegetables and keeping an eye on a sizzling pan as ACDC's Thunderstruck blared through his phone's speaker.

"Hello, Dean." He answered cheerfully, cutting the end off a stalk of celery.

"Damn Sammy. Two days at Cas' and you start talking like him. Is that place cursed?"

Sam chuckled light heartedly. He felt happy, really happy right now. Somewhere down the line, he'd love to have something like this when he finished his BAR exam and had a nice home of his own. Granted, he didn't mind living with his brother and working at the hospital, but he wanted more. Something other than Dean's sloppiness, the stink of motor oil, and going to bed alone after a 14 hour shift when his relief called in sick.

"You still there, Bro?" Dean muttered into the mic.

"Yeah. I uh, was busy with a pan. I'm cooking dinner. How are things at home?"

Sam adjusted his grip on his cell phone and continued cooking while listening to his brother. Unsurprisingly, Dean was whining about Cas. He sorely missed him and he'd only been gone a day and a half. At one time, Sam was jealous of his brothers 'profound bond' with his lover, but now he could just feel warm and almost laugh and agree with his brother when he glanced into the living room to watch Gabe wrapped up in his blanket and distracted by an old sitcom and laughing at the hemorrhoid crème commercial that came on after.

"It won't be long and you'll be locking me out of the house to have wild sex on the couch again." Sam laughed jokingly.

Dean laughed along with his brother. It was like they hadn't talked in months rather than just yesterday when he was packing his bags and trying not to trip over motor parts Dean had drug into the house to work on when he deemed the garage as 'cold as balls.'

Their call quickly finished up and Sam pulled a quick fix casserole out of the oven. He'd normally settle for a salad based on his normal diet, but pasta is always a better fix for someone who needs carbs. When he was really into running before his shifts got so demanding, Sam would go to pasta quite a lot. Thousands of trainers couldn't be wrong. Luckily, he was right. Gabe eagerly dug into the knock off Italian pasta while Sam picked at his salad. Gabriel was getting healthier, he could see that. With the continual doses of antibiotics and proper care, he estimated him being better easily within two weeks. It was such a drastic change that he had to make a note to teach Cas a little about medical if he planned on staying with Dean. He was just as stubborn if not more so than his current patient and he didn't want any repeats of this in the near future.

"Why are you staring, Samantha?" Gabe mumbled between a mouthful of pasta, oblivious to the sauce smeared across his mouth.

Sam chuckled, realizing he was staring and creepily watching the other man eat.

"I'm just happy you're feeling better, that's all."

Sam smiled. He really smiled.

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