A/n: slow day. I'm tired, stressed, and depressed.
Gabriel slowly awoke several hours later. He was still tired but he felt good if not quite a bit sore. He felt warm and comfortable, well aware that he was still lying atop of Sam.
It was a strange sensation, being mated. He found himself attuned to Sam's presence and his scent. He could automatically tell he was with the kid even without opening his eyes. It was a new and rather comforting experience.
He tiredly nuzzled his nose against Sam's shoulder, enjoying the scent that he had never really noticed before. The kid smelled like gun oil, sweat, and musty old books. It was such a comforting scent that had Gabriel purring happily as he lay there.
"Gabe, are you purring?" Sam asked groggily as he awoke. He smiled pleasantly and began to gently stroke Gabriel's hair. The angel whined softly in pleasure, beginning to pant weakly as he felt Sam begin to harden inside of him again.
"That is just adorable. I didn't know you could make that sound." Sam chuckled softly at hearing his 'big, bad' archangel making the most adorable sounds.
Gabriel flushed hotly and was about to give a snarky reply but it was cut off by a gasp. Sam had easily maneuvered him up so he was sitting up straight on the hunter's hard cock. His own started to harden as he slid down Sam's erection, having it nudge his prostate along the way. The feeling stole away any protest he previously had.
"Geez, aren't you just perfect, Gabe?" Sam murmured in fascination as he leaned up on an elbow. His free hand rubbed at Gabriel's hip for a moment before stroking over to rub the angel's swollen belly. Touching it with such care and reverence.
"F-flattery will get you nowhere, S-sammy." Gabriel growled through gritted teeth, trying to ignore how every movement bumped his prostate.
"Me? No. But you. You, it's getting to orgasm." Sam chuckled and reached over, grabbing the edge of the makeshift tent and tossing it back to expose them to the open air of the late afternoon. The breeze was cool, the sun was warm, and there wasn't a soul about to spy on them. A truth Sam took great joy in as he thrust up into his mate, earning him a pleasured yelp.
"C'mon, Sweetheart, show them to me." Sam urged gently as his hand went to cup Gabriel's swollen pec. He gently began to massage the aching chest muscles, tenderly thumbing a swollen nipple. The touch had Gabriel mewling in need as his erection grew to full hardness.
Still, despite this, Gabriel shook his head for some reason. He was scared and nervous, knowing that more sexual stimulation would cause his wings to manifest for his mate. He didn't want that. He couldn't let Sam see his hideous wings!
To be honest. This was a new mindset for Gabriel. He normally loved his wings but he was scared now because they were ungroomed. He hadn't had anyone to help him groom them in so long.
Sam paused his touches and sat up once he noticed the tears in Gabriel's eyes. He pulled the angel close and kissed him tenderly. He cradled him close and stroked his hair gently.
"Gabe, what's wrong? Are you in pain?" Sam asked in worry, pressing a hand to Gabriel's belly, "Are the pups alright?"
"Pups are fine. I-I'm just having a mid-eternity crisis, Bucko." Gabriel whispered as he turned his face away. He whimpered softly but Sam turned his face back toward him. The hunter tenderly claimed Gabriel's mouth.
"Please talk to me, Gabe." Sam pleaded lovingly, wanting to share his lover's pain. He watched uneasily as honey-colored eyes opened and looked at him.
"I don't want you to see, Sammy." Gabriel confessed tightly but Sam kissed his nose comfortingly.
"See what, Sweetheart?" The hunter encouraged soothingly, easing Gabriel's comfort zone open.
"My wings. I-I haven't had anyone to help me groom them since I was home. T-they must be disgusting because I can't reach them all on my own."
"I doubt it. And anyways, you don't need to groom them anymore, Gabe. That's my job now." Sam kissed his mate more. Their eyes slipped closed and Sam's tongue gently brushed across Gabriel's lips, seeking entrance. Putting his trust in Sam, Gabriel slowly opened his mouth. They both moaned gently as Sam's tongue lovingly slipped into his mate's mouth, playing with his tongue soothingly.
Giving his trust into his caring mate, Gabriel shook slightly as all his wings manifested. Sam's eyes slid open and he gasped, breaking the kiss. Gabriel flinched and hid his face against Sam's shoulder.
"Gabriel, they're beautiful." Sam breathed, voice the embodiment of awe. The sound took Gabriel by surprise, his eyes sliding open. He looked over at the wing Sam was staring at and frowned, it was just as filthy as he expected.
He thought Sam was making fun of him until he saw the kid's face. He was shocked because the kid was completely entranced by the sight of the wings. Sam seemed to be completely in love with the tarnished blue feathers as they gave a lackluster glisten in the afternoon sun.
"So perfect." Sam purred excitedly as he reached out and touched a wing. Gabriel's eyes widened in surprise when Sam's cock twitched hard inside of him in excitement as the kid touched the appendage. Gabriel gave a laughing groan as his head thunked forward onto Sam's shoulder.
What were the odds that he'd get the Winchester with the pregnancy kink AND the wing kink?!
~*~z~*~
"Seriously, Cas, we have a Crocotta pup litter?!" Dean groaned as he hid his face in his hands. They were currently sitting in a Hunter's diner, getting lunch and a break from the drive.
"Yes, of the canine variety." Cas replied, trying to be helpful. Unfortunately, all Dean could think about was a litter of mimic anklebiters running around the bunker. How was he supposed to babyproof for that?!
"Did I just hear that right?!" The exclamation at the edge of their table made man and angel both look up to see a young hunter in his mid-twenties standing at the edge of their table, "You have a litter of Crocotta pups?!"
"Wha'sit to you?" Dean growled uneasily, he didn't like this.
"Those filthy things are going for like ten grand a pup on the hunter black market. Twenty grand if you have the bitch as well and put her up for breeding." The kid said excitedly.
Cas stiffened in fury at the implications of what that meant for his brother and his brother's offspring. He moved to get his blade out of his sleeve but Dean was faster with his own blade. The older hunter lunged at the younger one with a vicious snarl.
No one talked about his family like they were livestock. Even if that family was his pain-in-the-ass archangel brother-in-law and his litter of anklebiting monsters! They were still family and soon, most importantly, they'd be his Sammy's family!
