Gabriel seems quiet. It's like he's got something on his mind lately and no one, not even the angel can put his finger on it. Anyone can tell that something was wrong with the Celestial being, he hasn't even touched the plate of honey drizzled pancakes in front of him (that made Dean ask Sam, "Who are you and what have you done with Sammy?"). With worry in his eyes, Sam Winchester tapped on his phone to send his angel a message.
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Are you okay? -SW
….….
It's not long before the human's gadget buzzed with a reply.
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No, I'm Gabriel. -G
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Dean would roll his eyes every single time his brother would receive a text. It's been a process since that time the boy returned from the amusement park, he would receive a text, smile then look out to stare thoughtfully somewhere, before tapping down to write his own reply. It must've been from the girl he dated a few weeks ago, that cheery woman with her happy-go-lucky attitude. Sam writes his own response:
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Dad jokes? Come on babe I want a serious answer. –SW
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To be honest, Dean ain't even mad that his Baby was stolen by the couple he's too busy enjoying the look on his brother's face, it's been a long time since he's seen a smile like that and he knows that Sammy got it bad. He spies the screen of his little brother's phone and grins at the message sent to Sam.
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I'm seriously horny. ;) G.
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"Mind your own business Dean," Sam said as he swats his brother away.
"What? I'm just glad you're finally dating someone again." the older guy chuckles at the red that crept up the younger one's face.
"Yeah, I guess so." Sasquatch replies, scratching the back of his neck as a smile quirked up his lips.
"So how d'you guys plan on working it out? The whole 'relationship' thing."
Sammy heard the obvious air quotes from his brother's question and with all honesty he really doesn't know how the whole thing would work. He hasn't even been able to do something for the archangel's weakening state. His researches on the topic all resulted to nothing. It wasn't hard to find angel lore but, it was hard to find angel lore that's specifically about slowly deteriorating angels. Sam was actually glad that they'll return to the Bunker a few hours later. Maybe the Men of Letters got something on it.
"I'm not really sure," Sammy ponders, "I'm not a love guru."
"You don't have to be a love expert or freakin' Cupid to have a plan."
"Right," the taller man agrees, "So how 'bout you? Have you figured out on how to work CasDean out?"
Dean glared at his brother before letting out, "You shut your face!"
"What? It's obvious Dean!" Sam shouts as his brother stumped his way out of the diner they're at.
Thankful that that had to happen, Gabriel was visible in plain sight, as he scooted closer to his hunter. Stealing the fork and dumping his mouth with diabetes, since he just applied the whole bottle of honey on the stack of pancakes. "So Dean-o has a crush on my younger brother?" he asks mouth still full.
Sam sighs, at least the trickster speaks now. His thumb wipes of the remnants of the syrup on Gabe's cheek. "Maybe?" he says, before licking the honey off his finger.
"Sammy d'you have a crush on me?" the angel questions, still munching on the meal displayed in front of him.
The Winchester answers, "Maybe" against the archangel's shoulder.
The word remained to be the last one spoken before Gabriel decides to move on and change the topic. After all, he already knows what that 'maybe' meant.
"So what's the Bunker? You and Dean kept talking about it."
"It's the hideout of the Men of Letters." Sam mumbles, his hands creeping towards the hem of the angel's shirt.
"I know what it is," Gabe swats Sam's big hands, away from him, "I just I've never been inside it."
"Well, Dean's in love with the garage, his room, and the kitchen, and I'm in love with the library and the stock room."
"Of course you are. The only thing I'm against with for your affections is a giant pile of unread books."
"Did I mention we have a dungeon?"
Gabriel turned and looked at his hunter with the expression saying, Seriously? Sam laughs because everyone who learns that about the Bunker as that same fucking expression plastered on their faces.
The impala was back inside the glorious garage, next to other well-known and lovely cars of the same caliber (but, let's be honest no one can compare to her). Everything was where the brothers left it, and Gabriel can't wait to explore the infamous Bunker, so he zapped himself out of the car even before she was parked properly. He starts with the kitchen, he wasn't really hungry but, he wants to know what's so special about it that Dean adores it so. He opens the fridge and the cold air from the inside haunted him since it reeked with the scent of spoiled take-outs. He grunts, grabbing the containers full of cultured bacteria to the nearest trash bin.
Next he explores the war-tactic room, checking the accuracy of the giant map on the table. Before leaving and looked for the dungeon everyone seemed to be terrified of. He smiles when he finally finds it. The things used for torture, oh they're beautiful, a few of those can be used on angels but, those things were overruled by the devices entirely dedicated to demons.
"Find anything you like?" Sam asks, leaning against the threshold.
"I wouldn't say I found it. More like it was you who found me." The angel flirts.
"We have a lot rooms here."
"I noticed." Gabe deadpans.
"So pick one you like and that's where you'll stay."
"Like my own room?" Gabriel asks and the Winchester nods.
With a wolfish grin the trickster pulled Sam's hand and leading him through the hallway, opening one of the rooms he's seen earlier, "This one," he says with finality.
"That's my room," Sammy states.
"Really?"
"How could you not know?" the hunter asks opening the door for both of them.
"I didn't. I promise you that the organized research and books on the ledge wasn't a dead giveaway."
"Fine," the human sighs as he opened his drawers to get a set of clothes. He's going to take bath before hitting the books.
"Fine what?" Gabe asks, pretending not to notice the boxers hidden between that shirt and jeans.
"We get to share the room. Pick a side on the bed." He grabbed the towel, on the rack, "I'm gonna take a bath."
"Sam?" the archangel called before he exited the room.
"Hmm?"
"It's like we're married."
After his shower, Sam tried his best to shake the thoughts of domesticity that Gabriel suggested before he even exited his room. He dried his hair with the towel before placing the cloth on one of the chairs of the library. He flipped through the books and chose a couple to set on the table, all of them with topics regarding angels. Before he sat to read he went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. In there he and his brother said their hellos.
"What? New case?" Dean asks, who was also looking for something to eat inside the fridge.
Sammy sips his coffee, "I just want to read myself to sleep."
"With coffee? Who're you lying to?"
"You."
"Sam, have you seen the take outs?" Dean questions when he never really found any of them inside the refrigerator.
"In the bin."
"You threw them out?"
"What I can't go Bruce Lee on throwing rotting food out?" Sam spats, realizing that it was probably Gabriel who did it.
"Chuck Norris is the king so shut the hell up." Dean argues before closing the door of the fridge, "I'm going to buy us supplies in the morning 'kay?"
"Hmm'kay," Sammy replies sleepily as he watched his brother strode off somewhere to hit the hay.
While the young Winchester busies himself in the library, Gabriel tried to make the man's room a little homier for his taste and damn it if this really is a marriage, because if it is he's the wife in-charge of interior decorating. It wasn't a full makeover. It was like a maniac with OCD (or rather a prankster) hit the place and arranged the closet full of flannel based on the color order of the rainbow. He also found a box full of random knickknacks that Sammy hoards like it was made of gold. He took the one he likes the most from inside the box and placed it on the top of the nightstand next to his very own Platypus plushy.
"There," he grins looking very satisfied with what he's done with the place. Why wouldn't he? He survived an hour and a half (it was hard to decide if he should go with the classic ROYGBIV or the vice versa version) without using his mojo. Well that was until he found the bed sheet boring and snapped his fingers to change the light brown blanket with a light brown one as well. At first he thought nothing happened but, it was silkier and nicer to sleep in (or have sex in).
He lies down for a while and stared at the ceiling, making weird blanket angel (snow angel) movements on the soft cloth as he waited for Sam to return. When he realized that was a lost cost he grunts and heads out in search for his hunter. He reckons that the tall drink of water would be in the library. He returns to the war tactic room and noticed the giant slumped against a book.
The younger human sat and began flipping through the books, absorbing the info needed to help his angel friend. The caffeine he took moments before betrayed his body, letting him fall asleep with the open book as his pillow. He felt kisses against the back of his neck, and he moans sleepily.
"You should go to bed," the voice says.
"No," he whispers snuggling closer to the textbook.
The voice sighed and pulled him off the chair, him still snuggling with the book. It wasn't long before Sam realized that his feet were no long touching the ground and he wakes suddenly because of that. The hunter wakes to find out that he was being carried like a sack of potatoes on Gabriel's shoulder.
"Gabriel put me down," he groans, he feels weird that someone as short as the trickster carried him around like this with ease.
"I'm having fun embarrassing you," the angel snickers, "So no."
Sam made some incoherent inhuman sounds as he let himself be carried to his room, "It feels weird."
"What's weirder is you carrying that book like it's your teddy bear."
"No it's not my- you are- Shut up," Sammy murmurs, blushing at the thought he almost told Gabe that it was the angel who's his teddy bear and not the book.
The archangel laughs, "Why the sudden interest in the lore of my people?"
"Nothing." The human answers as they turned left to the hallway, he assumed that Gabriel probably noticed that the stack of books next to him was all about angels.
"If you need any questions about winged apes I'm the man for the job, clearly better than the Men of Letter's archive."
"I know. I just don't want to ask you these things." Sam replies with all honesty, fighting the urge to bite the book in his arms.
"Then how 'bout Cassie?"
"Cas?"
Gabe opened the door and slumped the Gigantor on the bed.
"Yeah, if you don't feel comfortable around me then you could ask him. He's also an angel." Gabriel says closing the door with his 'normal' strength.
"You won't get jealous?"
The trickster shook his head and tackled Sam on the bed, "No."
They smiled at each other, before Sam drifted off to sleep with the angel his arm. Stealing a few kisses here and there before the angel himself took a fieldtrip to dreamland.
Fuck, they really are married.
The Winchester woke up from a nightmare with Gabriel clinging onto him, sleeping soundly like a baby. He stared at the man lovingly, and his fingers stroked the angel's smooth hair, forgetting he even had a terrible dream about Lucifer. The angel groaned waking up from the excessive staring and ducked his face on Sam's neck, cursing at himself because sleeping angels mean very bad things.
"G'morning," Sammy mumbles, his hands still playing with the archangel's hair.
"What happened?" Gabriel asks his eyes, finally setting gaze on Sam's.
"What d'you mean?"
The trickster's hand moved to caress the hunter's cheek, "I can sense that you're full of worry Sam, not to mention the nightmare you had is still replaying on your pretty eyes."
"I'm fine," Sam replies, looking away.
"You sure there, kiddo?"
"Hmm," the human hummed, "I actually can't remember what it was about."
"Really?" Gabe's said hovering himself above Sam.
"Yeah…"
"Too bad? I had a plan to make you forget something, even your name."
"What that?" Sammy asked, wondering what is that something.
"Nah, it's not really needed."
"I might be having flashbacks," the younger one lies.
Gabriel chuckled, "Liars go to hell, Sammy boy."
"Been there, really didn't work out for me."
"Of course not. That place can't even handle your hotness."
It was the Winchester's turn to chuckle. "Right, hotness."
"You should really learn how to take a damn compliment." The trickster says, playfully punching Sam's cheek.
"Well, I could but, I'm more curious as to what is it you're gonna do to make me forget."
The archangel smirked, "Oh baby, it's a secret."
"Baby?" Sam says, he kinda likes it but, not really. Weird.
"I'm still working out on the nickname for you, and that ain't it."
Sammy laughs, he likes the hatred look on Gabriel's face. So of course he pulls the celestial being closer to wipe that look off with a kiss.
"Eww, Samantha!" Gabe pushes him against the soft silky bed, "You didn't even brush your teeth yet!"
"So did you!"
Despite the protest the human still pulled him closer. Kissing the lights out of him if that was even possible. It wasn't long before the blood in his Stanford brain travelled down to his other head between his thighs. The angel moaned against his mouth, as he grinded against Sam's forming erection.
"Fuck!" the hunter words out breathlessly.
"I'm going to make you forgot everything, Sam," the archangel promised against the Winchester's ear, "Everything." At the same time he reaches between them, flawlessly unbuttoning Sam's jeans with a single pop.
Sammy lets out a hiss when the smaller man's hand touched his begging cock. He was still dry and the lazy hand moving up and down on him feels a little rough, and for the love of God he loves it that way. The trickster showered his neck with kisses occasionally biting him to leave a hickey or two, using his mojo to lightly lubricate Sam's dick.
"Is this what you like boy?" Gabriel asks pulling his hair with his free hand so that the hunter's head is levelled with his.
"Yes, help me forget." Sam plays, he's never been the type to be ruled over in bed but, fuck. That angel is going make him lose his mind.
"Harder or slower?" he asks slowing his pace.
"Harder, please." the boy moans, bucking his hips upwards.
To his frustration the smaller man just smirks, going even slower on him. It was a lazy touch, not even hard like he wished. So this time he begs, and for real, "Please. Please, daddy. Go faster."
He didn't mean that, he didn't mean it to call the archangel… daddy. However, as if on cue Gabriel flipped them over, "You want to make your daddy happy, kid?" he asks going faster on his work on the Winchester who's now on top of him.
"Yes," Sam groans, before biting his lip, "I want to make you happy."
"I want you to come only when I told you to, okay, baby?"
Fuck, Sammy thinks as he nods to answer the man below him. Being called 'baby' was doing wonders for him but, he was sure that nickname wasn't it.
The angel's thumb was tracing the pulse on the hunter's arousal. Not forgetting to flick the pre-cum releasing tip every now and then. It wouldn't take him long, a few more long strokes and the hunter's done for.
Gabe pulls him closer with one hand to ravish his hunter's red soft lips one last time.
And that was the morning Sam Winchester could've discovered he (sometimes) likes to be bossed around, and that he might be into this 'daddy kink.' That was the morning where he could've thought that if John could see what he's been doing with his life his dad wouldn't be so proud of him. That morning could've been a lot of things but instead, that was the morning Sam Winchester forgets about Gabriel.
Sam woke up that same day without the usual morning wood, turning around on the cold empty bed. He stares at the empty space. It's unknown to him, why he feels a sudden tug in his heart. It's always been like that, that area's always been cold and empty, but, today, it feels colder like winter is closer than it should be, like his heart has been broken into half.
He shoves his thoughts away, when he got up, doing a few push ups on the floor before suddenly having the urge to go and research on angels without entirely knowing why. So that's what he's doing. He goes to the library surprised to see the stack of books he needed are already there. He must've left it like that last night and figures he should call Castiel for help.
"Cas?" Dean says in shock, when he found the trench coated tax accountant in the war tactic room talking to Sam right after his late morning shower, and Cas turned around to nod at him, "Hello, Dean."
"What's he doing here?" Dean managed to get out to his brother after the long staring thing he and the angel does a lot.
"I'm just asking him a few questions here and there," Sammy says writing a few things on his notes.
"Yeah, like what?"
"Angels in particular. I just figured the ones we have in the Library about them are clearly pointless." Sam replies.
"So you're writing a book with Cas here as the co-author?"
"Pretty much," the younger hunter grins.
"Whatever," the older human mutters. He took another side glance at Castiel who seemed to be staring at the hunter longer that Dean had, "I'm going for some grocery shopping."
"Okay," Sam hums as he continued to write what he had just said before his brother entered the room.
When the impala-loving being left them alone, the seraph needed to ask him, "Are you okay Sam?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked back.
The angel stared at him with concern as if he just lost someone he loved. "You seemed, off."
"I'm fine, Cas."
With finality in his words, the angel continued to share about his kind. It was the only way he could help Sam from his loss. A loss no one was even sure what about, not even Castiel, not even the hunter himself.
It wasn't long before Dean returned from his trip with a lot of bags in his arms. It's a must, second trips are for the weak, and he wasn't it. Cas walks towards him to help him, just in time before the tray of eggs fall to the floor.
"Thanks," the hunter grinned.
"Of course."
"So the statement 'Sleeping like an angel' is a joke, right? 'Cause you don't sleep." Sam says continuing his research slash interview with the shortest guy in the room.
"Go easy on him will ya Sam? Dude's helpin' me with the groceries. You don't get to ask him if you don't care to help." his brother told him.
"Fine," Sammy mutters as he grabbed a bag away from his brother's hand as well.
"Yes, we don't sleep. But, in entirety sleeping angels meant terrible things." Castiel educates as he placed the eggs one by one inside the fridge compartment.
"Terrible things? Like an omen?"
"Not quite. Unlike humans, sleeping is not a guilty pleasure or a requirement for us. To us, sleeping equates to our grace weakening."
"Like dying?" the younger Winchester asks, making Dean stop his work around the counter. Dean probably thinks that's a bit too much to ask.
"Yes. We believe that it's the most peaceful way to die but, we never prefer it. We would rather die in battle or in the hands of our Rit Zien brothers and sisters, rather than to be put to sleep."
"Rit Zien?"
Castiel explained what Rit Ziens are. They are a special kind of angels. They roam the battle fields of Heaven, acting like medics to the wounded, healing those that could be healed, but, those who cannot… It was Rit Zien's job to put them down in a quick peaceful smiting, hence their name that means 'hands of mercy.' It was the fact that was stuck in Sam's mind. He feels that a Rit Zien could be the answer to his prayers. Prayers he couldn't remember what for or who for.
Gabriel wasn't having an easier time. As the sun settles down to give the moon her space, he's roaming the city, looking for something to kill (a man or woman who are past beyond saving from their sins) or literally anything to keep his mind of Sam. Yes, it was heartless of him to do that, to remove his entire self from the man's memory but, it would be more hurtful if he had stayed. Knowing that he had only months, probably weeks left in this Earth it was the least he could do.
He knows he's fallen and not in the biblical sense, but in the sense that only people who watch rom-coms a lot would understand. He thinks he's doing the right thing. At least this way, Sammy wouldn't have to mourn for his untimely death.
Gabe's still close to the proximity of the bunker, he wasn't far. He's taking it slow, one mile at a time away from the hunter… his hunter. He's currently at a pub (bar, as Americans call it) drinking two bottles of Jack Daniels. Well, he's sure it was at least two bottles from all the glasses he's been drinking, but it wasn't enough to make him tipsy. He's going to need the whole liquor store (or two) for that to happen. Even though it was tempting to just kiss every bottle's mouth in sight he's not gonna do that. He's not gonna risk anything to show up drunk in the Winchester's doorstep and profess his undying love.
Yikes, he thinks drinking another round, Undying love? Really? I'm out of my mind.
The bell rings, and fate be damned. It was him, why does it have to be Sam coming in the place and seating next to him by the counter. It has to be one of those movie clichés doesn't it? He fidgets, looking anywhere but, the hunter.
"Who you drinking for?" the boy asked him, right after the bartender just took his order.
"Just someone I met," Gabriel answers as he mentally punched himself with an axe.
"Really?"
He finally meets Sam's ever-changing eyes, with a bitter smile on his angelic face, "Oh yeah. Too bad, he's got amnesia."
"Well, I'm sorry about that."
"Yeah, how 'bout you? Who are you drinking for?" the trickster asks, while keeping in mind that he should just go out, go away from here. Don't just leave him alone.
"To be honest, I dunno but, I feel like crap. I just needed a drink, one that's away from my brother."
"Oh yeah what did he do?" Gabriel asks leaning in closer to the human. He knows he shouldn't have to say anything after that statement but I miss him, fuck I miss him, he chants in his pretty head. He misses Sam more than anything in this world and it's only been hours.
"Nothing, I just. I just had the urge to go here you know?" the Winchester looked at him as if he knows the feeling.
"Sorry," he mutters.
"I guess that's fine. I'm probably just a bit stressed out from all the research I'm doing."
"Of course, research. You always do love books don't you, Sam?" the archangel chuckles, and then he stops.
"I never told you my name." the human took note, all confused with what just happened. That was something that made the angel bit his lower lip before standing up of his seat and storm out of the place. Sam tried to follow him of course, but, he's gone.
Sammy returned to the bunker after a couple more drinks. He finally had a reason to drink. It was that strange man he met at the bar who somehow knows him. Sure, Sam's famous with monsters, demons and angels, just literally anything that goes bump in the night but, there was something about the hazel eyed short dude. He knows Sam deeper than the usual, demon-blood junkie, the young boy who brought the apocalypse, or the never ending Lucifer's vessel.
"Where have you been? After your famous Cas interview you just left without saying a word," Dean asked like a worried mother hen.
"I just went out for a couple of drinks," he replies as they both walk the halls of the bunker.
"Like we don't have a lot stocked in the fridge. What's the problem?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah right, for someone who keeps bugging me to share my feelings you're having a hard time sharing yours."
"There's this guy at the bar. He was weird… and short."
"In case you haven't noticed? Everyone's shorter than you," his big brother comments, "What makes him weird, anyways?"
"He knows me, and I feel like I know him too but, I'm not sure if I really do."
"Maybe we saved his ass one time," Dean suggests when they finally arrived in front of Sam's room.
"Maybe."
"Wanna hunt tomorrow to keep your mind of your stupid crush?"
"He's not a crush!" Sammy shouted as he slammed the door close, and despite the barrier between the Winchesters he could still hear the teasing laughter of his older brother. He shakes his head before retreating back to his bed. The same cold bed he somehow now hates.
Staring out at the cold dark night Gabriel screamed, destroying everything in his sight. The chandelier fell to its demise, the sofa found itself stuck to the ceiling, the bed foam was hastily thrown to the ground, the vases from different dynasties shattered to pieces. You could no long even tell that this was a Parisian-wannabe hotel room he is currently staying in. The city of love, he decides is not worthy of him and he hates it because he can't just leave Sam.
"I just wanted him to forget me! And here I am…" he stopped shouting, about to throw a jar to the ground, until he sighs heavily dropping to his knees instead, clutching on the jar that he only notices now was a jar of sweets. He bites his lip, trying to control his shaking body, "Why can't I just keep my mouth shut? Why do I even have to talk to him?"
"Is everything alright, Monsieur?" someone knocked on the door, "We keep on receiving complaints about your behaviour. They say that you're not letting them sleep."
"I'm fine," the angel lies, not even daring to open the door or move from where he kneels.
"If you are certain, please keep it down from now on. If not, and we receive further complaints about this suite we would have no other choice but, to send you out."
"Yes," he nods as if the person inquiring can see him.
He heard the footsteps and the Elevator dinging, before it was quiet as the hotel's air-conditioning unit would allow. It was him and his feelings alone again, and he can't help but, sob like an idiot that he is, "Why did I even think this was a great idea?"
There was another knock. It wasn't human for sure, and he was expecting it to arrive sooner or later.
"Just get your feathered ass in here little sister!" he spats, wiping the almost tears that formed from his eyes.
A Rit Zien sister of his appeared out of nowhere in front of him. She asks, "Gabriel? You're alive?"
Gabe smiled bitterly, shaking his head to tell that he's already dead, "I think I just killed myself."
"I don't understand. You seem to be breathing sti-"
"Are you going to end my pain, sister? Or are we just going to have a happy little reunion?" he bellowed standing up, obviously annoyed at her.
As if his shouts were a signal, a hunter kicked down the door. Of course we all know who it is… Sam fucking Winchester.
"Don't move!" he told the Rit Zien this, at gun point and the angel smiled back at him, "I was expecting more from a Winchester since everyone speaks highly of you."
Sam looked at her dead in the eye, and shot her, letting the bullet graze her shoulder. It caused her pain, letting the blue glow of her grace seep through. "Don't move," he repeats himself, clearer this time, and she didn't move. Those bullets aren't ordinary bullets, they were made from melted Angel Blades and that's extremely clever (even Gabriel admits he's impressed).
"As for you," he eyes the archangel, "We'll talk later."
"About what?" Gabe groaned, "Just let me die in a way angels actually prefer, Sam. Keep yourself and that big gun of yours out of this."
As if annoyed, Sammy moved closer to the trickster. The gun still pointed at the female angel who was witnessing that the tension in the room was rising.
"How did you even find me?" the shorter guy asked him.
"I didn't intend to. I was after her she was killing humans too."
"Really?" Gabriel eyed his sister, and she nods before giving out her reason, "I don't know what else to do, brother. I am designed to end pain, like what I should with you."
She steps forward and Sam stands between them. "Back off," he warns.
"No," Gabriel says, using his hand to lower the hunter's gun away from his sister, "You will get to do your job with me, Franciel. I just need to say Goodbye. Give us a moment?"
Franciel nodded, and vanished.
"So you and I know each other?" the human asked him.
Grinning, he replies, "Of course. We know each other fairly well."
"How come I don't remember anything?"
"Because…" Gabe hesitated, his hand reaching out to his hunter's face.
"Tell me," Sam told him, reaching out to the hand that was reaching his face and guided it to hold him.
"I erased your memory."
"You did?"
"I'm sorry," the trickster apologized.
"Why would you?" he asks with that puppy eyes not even his brother can resist.
Gabriel didn't talk. He just looked at Sammy, and the human reflected his gaze.
"I-I'm in love with you," the archangel confessed.
The hunter's face painted the art of confusion, and yet he didn't voice out any questions.
The angel sighed, well that wasn't the response he was expecting. He says, "I could return your memories. Untainted and always the same."
"You would?" the Moose asks.
"Yes, Sam. I would, even if I'm completely against it."
"I'd like to have them back," Sam pleaded, "…Please."
With a bitter smile, Gabriel pulled the Winchester down for a kiss. The final one (he swears). He let all his feelings pour out, love, pain and heartbreak in one bittersweet kiss. Bit by bit he felt the human reciprocate with equal intensity, none of them letting go, determined to stay like this, not wanting the moment to end. Especially now that they both remember who they were but, sometimes oxygen's a bitch.
"No wonder Cas looked at me like I lost someone I love," Sammy groaned.
Gabriel grinned with a teasing smile, "So you love me?"
"Of course I do!" Sam snapped, before calming himself to shyly add, "I still do."
"Yeah well, same."
"You're bad at this," the hunter shook his head.
"I know," he cracked, "I won't say it again though."
The joke left in the air made Sam smile bitterly at his angel, knowing that what he just said might be true.
"Cheer up, sugarbabe," the trickster sighed, placing both his hands on the Moose's broad shoulders.
"How could I?"
"There's plenty of fish in the sea or in your case, plenty of nice female moose in the forests of America."
"I don't want them, babe. I want you. Just you."
"No, Sam. You're only saying that 'cause-"
"'Cause it's true!" Sammy cut him off, and then everything paused.
Sam didn't move. The air-con wasn't even noisy as it should be. It was as if time stopped and not in a good way. Gabriel hears a sarcastic clapping from the couch, and there his brother sits on the throne.
"I have to say… My heart's all touched. Do you really dream of such chaotic romantic dramas, baby brother?" Lucifer teases as he stood up to circle around his little brother like a predator, "I must say though, you're Oscar material."
"Dream? I'm asleep?"
"Yeah, I figured that maybe about now you would've figured that one out."
"You mean Sam's not-"
"This Sam?" Luci asked as he dwindles with immovable Sam's long locks and Gabriel growls territorially, making the devil chuckle, "This one's fake. Call it a pigment of your imagination but, the one you're fucking up with, he's real."
"What do you want?"
"Oh… Nothing specific, I'm just checking up on you."
"To see if I'm dead yet, I suppose?" the younger brother challenged.
"Yes," the older angel shrugs, "Well, you really can't blame me. You're kinda weak now and to be honest the whole 'Rit Zien theme' of your death would be a better one."
"What did you do to me?"
"Oh it's one of those tricks I didn't teach you." Lucifer winks at him, "And trust me, nothing can heal you."
"But I bet you can."
Satan nods, "Yes, but only if you do something for me."
"Not a chance."
"I know you'll say that but, just in case you change your mind I'll tell you all about it anyway. So uh you remember our little Sammy?"
"He's not ours." Gabe spats.
"Oh please. He's my boy toy first, baby brother," Lucifer smirks, and that statement provided the younger angel with unwanted images of Lucifer and Sam being together.
"I will not make any deals with you! You big bag of dicks!"
"I know, I know," the devil jumped, getting impatient, "But hear me out 'kay? I want you to help make Sam say 'yes' to me. Then I get to ride him out of hell. All wins."
"How was that all wins?" Gabriel annoyingly questioned, and with that Lucifer's eyes glimmered because he's got his little brother's deeper attention.
"Because," Satan speaks slowly as if spelling it out for his brother, "I'd be out of hell in my true vessel and you'd be alive… So win win."
"I'd rather die than let you touch a hair on that kid!" the young archangel was furious, with one swift move his angel blade is at his hand.
He charges towards the first ever fallen angel, and looked at his brother dead in the eye, "This is a dream right? This probably won't hurt you a bit." Then he stabs him like a chunk of meat, before a great flash of light covered the entire hotel room.
It was still night when Gabriel woke up from his nightmare, and the first thing he saw was another pair of eyes staring at him. Due to his little 'family reunion' with his asshat brother, instincts took over and he bumped his head up to the Winchester.
"Ow!" Sam shouts grabbing his forehead.
"I didn't peg you as a molester!" the angel jokes as he watched the human suffer in pain.
"I wasn't trying to molest you!"
"Hmm," the archangel hums, unconvinced of what he just heard, "Why are you on top of me?"
"I was worried, you were making weird moans and worried faces I thought you were dying."
"Oh baby," Gabe pats Sammy's head and the pain the boy was feeling went away in the process, "I was merely having a dream."
"A dream? Angels don't sleep," the hunter says. His face more worried than he was before.
"Turns out, we do." The trickster shrugged the topic off, "Speaking of, do you wanna hear all about my weird moans?"
"No," the tall man pouted.
"Oh I'll tell you anyway," Gabriel decides, "I was giving you a hand job and you were so into it that you called me daddy."
With that, blood travelled up to the Winchester's cheeks.
"Oh my…" the trickster teased, "Was that your subconscious telling me that your kinda into that?"
"Shut up," Sammy say as he threw a pillow on Gabe's face, "I'd never call you that."
"I might take that as a challenge, Sammy boy."
"Don't really. You're gonna waste your time." Sam says, standing up off the bed, and the archangel pulled him back down.
"Oops too late," Gabriel states as he mounts himself on the human's lap, "The challenge has already been accepted."
He closes in and nuzzled against his hunter's neck, humming and kissing him softly, darting his tongue out once in a while as if testing the waters. The Winchester shakes beneath him and groans from the attention that he has been given. The angel moves up, appreciating the jawline presented to him before his lips latched with Sam's, feeling those soft ever sinful lips, taking it in like it belongs to him.
When their lips parted, Gabriel pulled the human closer to whisper, "Come on Sammy, be a good boy and call me daddy."
The request made Sam whimper, feeling most of his blood migrate to his hardening cock. "Fuck," he curses under his breath.
The archangel chuckled and shook his head, swiping his thumb against the hunter's lower lip. He kisses his way up the shell of Sammy's ear, once he got there he says, "No, not Fuck. Call me daddy, and I'll stop with the teasing right away, baby."
"I'll never call you-" Sam stubbornly says before Gabe took him by surprise and bit him on the most sensitive part of his neck, and he moans, "-daddy~" to finish his sentence.
The trickster smirks, "See kid, that wasn't so bad." His hands moved the human's shirt up, and the boy raised his hands to help remove it off completely.
"That's not considered, Gabe." the boy stared at him as he threw his own shirt away.
"Uh yes it is," the celestial being grins, "I mean did you hear yourself? That was so delightful coming out of your luscious lips."
The face of the Winchester was painted in red when he remembered what he sounded like, and for the love of all good he sounded like a shameless pornstar. He heard Gabriel chuckle, before kissing him again in a racy and unrestrained way, pulling on his hair as their tongues sparred for victory. He lifted the angel up and pushed him against the soft pillows that lay carelessly on the mattress.
Gabe pushed him back, rolling them both around so that it was Sammy shoved on the bed instead. "Sorry, boy but, I won't let you win this time," he says, unbuttoning the boy's jeans, throwing those pants away… somewhere, leaving Sam with nothing but, his boxers on.
Sam whined when he noticed that the man above him was still fully clothed. "Come on, daddy," he teases tugging on Gabriel's jacket, "You're still wearing too many clothes. It's not fair."
Instead of complying with his not-so-obvious request, his statement made the angel groan, "Shit, Sammy." With greedy annoyance he tackled the trickster, pulling on the article of clothing still stuck against the skin he's so desperate to see. Although the archangel was caught off-guard he was able to regain composure and wrestled with the human. In the middle of their 'little wrestling match' one pillow made it to the floor and they both followed not so soon after. Sam lay defeated against the cold hard ground with Gabriel on top of him.
Nothing but, the sound of the Winchester's panting filled the room until the angel broke it, "All this fuss for one exclusive strip show?" Sam just looked at him. Eyes burning with desire, and the trickster shook his head standing up and off to help the hunter up. "If that's the case, then I better make it worth your while."
The human with his hands crossed over his chiselled chest over-towered the celestial being.
"Lay on the bed Sam," Gabriel said walking away from him, "I want you comfortable."
Sam had his eyebrows raised, not wanting to move from his position.
Stubborn as always, the angel thinks when he felt Sammy not moving an inch. He sighed, flicking his wrist, and that movement shoved the hunter back on the bed. With a groan coming from the Winchester, Gabriel took a peek saying "I want you comfortable," again. It sounded like an order, and Sam followed him, relaxing against the soft pillow beneath him, finally submitting to the archangel's demands. Finally, the trickster snapped his fingers, turning the lights off.
The boy can't see anything around him, but his arousal grew harder from anticipation. Gabriel is known for his showmanship and he knows that the angel won't let him down when he heard a sensual music filling the room. It was something Sam might've listened to once, but, he never thought it would be perfect for such moment. He can't remember it but, he's positive it's something of John Mayer's.
Then the lights were back on again, dimly lit this time. Gabriel was facing the human, slowly removing his jacket in time with the music. When the coat was off of him completely, he throws it to his only audience who chuckled. The cloth was draping over Sam's left shoulder, but the hunter didn't budge and kept his eyes on Gabe and Gabe alone.
The angel swayed his hips, feeling the music that was enveloping the room. He felt the melody, mouthing the words of the song with strong connection as if it was he who sang it. This not-so-innocent angel let the music consume him and he transformed into a sexy beast. His hands were everywhere, touching his own body in places he think that Sam would touch later. He then slowly and teasingly raised his shirt to show the flesh that the hunter cannot lay his fingers upon. He wanted to take his shirt off really… but, not yet.
Sam growled as watched the celestial being's vessel teasing him so gravely. His hand reaching for that twitchy feeling he feels at his lower abdomen and Gabriel glared at him finally taking that dreadful shirt off of him. The human's eyes locked gaze with the angel's hazel ones, palming himself, taunting his trickster to do something about his growing excitement.
With one final sway of his naughty hips, the angel climbed the bed and crawled towards his hunter like a predator who just found the object of his desires. A path of kisses started from the Winchester's leg moving proximal towards his inner thighs, stopping abruptly to take those giant hands away Sam's crotch area. Sucking lightly against the fabric before moving upwards to leave his mark on those hips anyone would kill for. Sammy would whimper with each touch, with each kiss, and Gabriel would just torture him more.
"Gabriel, do something!" the human would plead through his half opened eyelids. He was shushed by the trickster's finger, and the archangel leaned up to him to plant one gentle kiss on his lips, which wasn't enough for Sam since there was a finger separating them from one another. He stared at his angel, the dim light outlining intricate details of perfection. God, I love you, he blurted out in his mind causing his cheeks to be painted red.
Gabriel looked at the flushed look on the hunter's face and grinned, before pulling those boxers off the Winchester with one swift move. He stopped momentarily to adoring the naked body in front of him in full glory before beginning another adventurous trail on the skin below him. Starting this time from the neck, going down to appreciate the peaks of the human's pectorals, his tongue gliding between the valleys of his abdomen, then hearing Sam whimper as he closes in to the boy's rather impressive cock.
Sammy threw his head back while his legs were parted from one another, he expecting those heavenly lips to touch him there. A touch that the angel denied him, and that made him whine followed by a chuckle from the trickster. He wanted to yell at him, tell him what to do, to use his large hands and manhandle the archangel but, for some reason he submitted to him… body and soul, letting the smaller man to curiously explore his whole being. He gasped, eyes opened wide when a hot wet tongue darted to that particular area that Sam didn't pay much attention to since college. "Don't… I'm not-" Sam whispers, his hand pushing Gabriel away from his ass.
The angel let the larger man push him away, biting his lips. Thinking that perhaps what he did was wrong, and that he shouldn't have pushed the young hunter too far. He sighs looking at the human's eyes. "I won't," he promised and Sam nodded at him, giving him the permission to continue. He bents down, kissing the plump opening before him and Sammy's hand pushed him away again.
"Trust me," the angel tells him, with obvious honesty in his eyes, and the human looked at him with doubt. Gabe gestured his hand, and moments later an angel blade was in his hand. The human stared at him, unsure of what would happen next. He leans towards the hunter, and Sammy flinched in fear of his own life, but no cold metal touched him. It was nothing more but, the archangel's lips on his forehead.
"This is my blade. The real one anyways," Gabriel confesses, "Take it."
"What?"
"Take it." He repeats with a soft smile.
"No," Sam argued.
The angel shook his head, and he used the blade on his wrist, winching in pain, then the glowing trace of his grace inside his skin, seeped through, "Take it."
The boy took it in his own hand, placed it on the nightstand, where it would be forgotten for the rest of this moment like the music that slowly faded into the night.
"I'll turn around," the hunter says as he did just that and turned all on his fours. It's not that Sam doesn't trust him. It's just that he did something like this in Standford before, and it wasn't that good of an experience. He felt a kiss on his shoulder blade and a hand down his spine, feeling each bump with delight. He heard the man above him ask, "You've done this before?" and he could only shake his head in response because he felt a cold finger poking his hole, tracing its lips before pushing in… slowly. Sam groaned, he didn't remember his college experiments this way... This was obviously better.
When the Winchester pushed back against his finger, the angel inserted another mojo-lubed digit in, spreading the man beneath him further. Three digits in and Sam was shaking, whispering constant curse words against him, against the world, against everything your naked eye can see. "Touch yourself Sammy," Gabriel ordered, and the human obeyed him.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, squeezing slightly before moving up and down. His thumb traced the nerves that are swelling on his shaft, moving it in rhythm with the fingers that's fucking him. It was slow, and he kept it at the same pace even if he wanted so much more. As if the angels that are still in heaven heard his prayer, Gabriel's other hand covered his own, leading him on how fast or slow he should go. Once he got in time with the archangel's hand, three digits up his ass left him, and he whimpered pushing back.
Gabriel groaned in time with the human's whimper, and he quickly unzipped his jeans releasing his arousal to let it settle between the cheeks of the boy's butt. The head of his cock teasing Sam's entrance and as much as he wants to dive in… that would still and always be Sammy's choice. He ground against the skin in front of him, letting himself slide as he held the hunter's hand, jerking him off with the same rhythm.
Sammy's muscles clenched searching for something to hold onto, while Gabriel rutted and touched him. He could see stars now every time he closed his eyes, he could feel the heat rising like it was summer all over again, he could feel that he won't last long. He looked over his shoulder, to see Gabe lose himself, and he seriously thinks that if the sounds they were making were illegal the police would be breaking down the door, and fuck, he might consider letting the trickster fuck him there and then. He bites his lip, yes he'd probably let the police watch them do it, let the police that he belongs to Gabriel… And he'd enjoy every fucking second of it.
The angel moaned when he felt the burst of come in his hand, and with that Sammy collapsed beneath him, groaning some unintelligent words he couldn't make what about. He chuckled and kissed the human's back before rolling him over to face him. "How's that?" he asks lips quirking up on one side, "Did I leave up to the promise of making it worth your while?" Sam hummed to answer, biting his lip as he held the archangel's cock between his massive hands and the touch made Gabriel hiss.
"You didn't come," the human muttered lazily as he pumped Gabe's arousal.
"Oh believe me. I was close," the trickster sighed, eyes fluttering shut when Sam decided to trace his collarbone with that sexy tongue of his. Biting down to leave a hickey or two for the ladies to wonder to whom this angel belongs to. Sam man-handled Gabe back on the bed's headboard, the archangel giggled in the process because Sammy was back to his usual self. Gabriel gasped, when the hunter decided to take one of his nipples inside his hot mouth. "Fuck Sam… fuck!"
"Be a good daddy and let me do my work," Sammy growled, his look piercing through the angel's vessel.
Gabriel moaned biting his lips yet again. Submissive or not, Sam is a freaking tease. The Winchester's lips went lower and lower, slowly torturing the angel in unimaginable ways with his mouth but, never ever on the trickster's cock. The boy's fingers dug into the skin beneath him willing Gabe to the position he wishes to, and the angel loses his mind, "Sam…"
"You know what I thought of earlier?" the hunter asked him as his nails grazed from the archangel's pectoral down to his abdomen.
"No."
"I was thinking that if someone were to come in the room at the exact moment when you're behind me, and making me crazy beneath you… I might've let you fuck me there and then."
The angel groaned. Somehow with little words from his mouth the Winchester was able to paint the perfect picture in Gabriel's mind. The trickster's fingers played with Sam's hair, "Well, we could arrange that with a snap of my fingers," he says with a wink.
Sam chuckled, "Too late, but I could to return the favour."
"Please…" Gabe pleaded, he wants exactly that. He wants release.
Sam looked at his angel, and God forbid, he wants to make it up to him. He wants to show equal if not greater intensity of what he's done, and he wants to be a good boy and show his daddy exactly how he's gonna do that. He leaned down to face the vessel's throbbing cock, with a few experimental licks on the shaft before sucking at the head.
Everyone knows that Sammy receives blowjobs from women left and right, and obviously with the way his going on with the angel, he's only done this the first time. It's a privilege, and Gabriel is honoured, rewarding his hunter with loud moans that involuntarily left his throat. With a steady grip on the base his impressive dick, Sam decided to take him into his mouth slowly. Before moving up and down, tongue swirling in a steady rhythm, keeping Gabe's hips at bay so that he won't choke.
"Shit! I'm close," the trickster curses when the human decided to go a little faster than he was at first. He bumped his head back the headboard, and Sam moaned in response, sending vibrations to the angel. He tried to push Sam back because he was really close. The human resisted him, and stared into his eyes, before closing them and moaning for the second time. The boy's moan sent tremors so good that if possible, could send the archangel back home.
A flash of light filled the dim-lighted room, as Gabriel let out spurt of his cum in the hunter's mouth, Sam, who fearlessly devoured every ounce of it. His wings spread out to their impressive wingspan, as if trying to attract a mate. In this case, trying to attract a certain Sam Winchester was the reason why. There were still bald spots on his wings, and some of his feather fell like confetti competing with a lot of research papers that his wings shoved when he came. Through his half close lids Gabe saw the boy licking his lips before leaning up to him, as if wanting to kiss him.
"Nope," the angel said blocking those lips with a finger.
Sam glared at him, "Why not?"
"I know where that came from. There's no way I'm gonna kiss that now."
"Bitchy angel," he says with a pout as he shoved the angel's hand away from him.
Gabriel chuckled, "Grumpy human."
"You like this grumpy human."
"That I do." He smiles, and Sammy blushed, hiding away his face as he rests his head on the trickster's chest.
Then there was nothing but, silence, silence that exhibits content, belongingness and love. Yes, perhaps it was love.
"Sam?" Gabe of course have to ruin that silence. That little shit.
"Hmm?"
"What are we? I just want to know if we're on the same page, you know?"
Sam looked up and took the angel's wounded hand, intertwining it with his. He smiled before tenderly kissing the glowing grace on the now scratch wound on Gabriel's wrist. The angel felt it, his grace being kissed, the real him receiving affection from the hunter and his vessel's heart fell. Even if it was just a tiny part of him, the message was clearer that the sky that reveals the Milky way at night.
With a hopeful expression on his face, Sammy asked him, "So… Are we in the same page?" and the archangel nodded.
Little did they both know that Dean Winchester was outside the door, attracted by the light that seeped through under his brother's door just when he was walking by to fetch himself a glass of water from the kitchen. He knows that that light was from an angel. He knows that he shouldn't have listened to the muffled voices, that he shouldn't have listened to his brother reveal his feelings to the angel. Now, he returns to his room devastated and heartbroken because he thought it was Cas who was with Sam.