This chapter is for YJ-Lover. I hope I did your idea justice. :)
"So, how do you think it went?" Jo asked as she lounged on Sam's couch, legs stretched out over his lap, a bowl of popcorn lying on her stomach.
Sam stared absently at the TV, not paying any attention to the movie they were watching. "I don't know, I went over there yesterday morning, Cas was acting weird and I haven't heard from Dean at all."
"Weird how?" she asked around a mouthful of popcorn.
"For one, he cursed at me."
"Well, you did barge in at six in the morning."
"He cursed at me in three different languages and one of those languages being Latin."
Jo gave a low whistle. "Man, he was pissed if he broke out the Latin."
"The other thing was, well, the guy was naked." Sam told Jo, turning slightly red catching Castiel in the buff.
"Whaa…" Jo sat up abruptly and sucked in a popcorn kernel. Sam spent the next several minutes pounding on Jo's back and then getting her a glass of water.
Once recovered, Jo gave Sam a mischievous smile. "So is Cas as big as…"
"Jo!" Sam shuddered. "It would have been like seeing Dean naked! You shouldn't want to see Cas naked anyways."
Jo giggled at Sam's obvious discomfort. "Hey, just because I'm not buying doesn't mean I can't window shop. So, tell me, how did you manage to see him naked?"
Sam's blush got brighter and he glared at Jo when he heard her giggle again. "I went into his bedroom to get him up for our run. He kept saying he wasn't going and started cursing at me. I got frustrated and yanked the covers off of him. How was I supposed to know he was naked? The guy is pretty modest and the whole time I've known him, he always slept in at least pajama bottoms." Sam tried to defend himself to a smirking Jo.
Sam knew it would be a while before he could face Castiel again. When he had yanked the blanket off of him, Castiel had given a surprisingly high pitch squeal that if the situation wasn't so mortifying and wasn't happening to him, he would have found it hilarious.
Luckily, Sam only got a very brief glimpse of Castiel before he squeezed his eyes shut and quickly turned around. The strange thing was, while he was turned around, he thought he heard a large thump from underneath the bed and muttering. When Sam inquired about the noise, Castiel said in his haste to get himself covered, he hit the edge of the bed with his shin, causing it to move.
Jo's giggles turned into full blown laughter. "Dude, you probably just interrupted some private time."
"Private time?" Sam tilted his head at Jo in confusion which only caused Jo to laugh harder, tears streaming down her face.
"Oh my god, you're worse than Cas! Come on college boy think! You know…private time? Think about it."
Sam still just stared at Jo blankly. Jo stared back as if trying to send out her message telepathically to get him to understand. Suddenly the thought was there and he cringed.
"Oh god no. I really won't be able to look him in the face again if that's the case." Sam groaned, burying his face in his hands.
Jo patted him on the shoulder. "Just too bad it was you and not Dean that walked in. That might have ended a little differently."
"One could only hope. Too bad we can't plan for those types of situations." Sam sighed and they both went quiet, staring at the TV.
Jo was the one to break the silence first. "So what's up with you and Gabe?"
"What do you mean?" Sam stared intensely at the television screen, refusing to look at Jo.
He heard her sigh beside him as she knocked her shoulder with his to get his attention. He reluctantly turned toward her.
"I know you two slept together."
Sam jaw dropped slightly. "How the hell did you know? Did Cas tell you?"
"I figured it out on my own. And what do you mean did Cas tell me? Did you tell him but not me, you ass?" Jo glared at him and threw a handful of popcorn in his face.
Sam sputtered. "I didn't tell him, he figured it out. It was only one time when he drove me home from the party at Rufus's."
"Wow, Winchester, didn't know you had it in you to sleep with a guy you barely knew. You are such a slut." she teased causing Sam to scowl, but it was ruined with the bright blush gracing his cheeks.
"Well, it probably won't happen again. I guess I was just a one night stand after all because he had barely spoken to me since then." he stared down at his hands that lay clenched in his lap.
When he heard no response from Jo, he looked up to see her frowning. "That doesn't sound like him though. I mean, I know he can rival Dean in whorish ways, but he doesn't sleep with people that he knows he'll be seeing the next day. Especially he wouldn't sleep with a friend's brother."
"Well, it doesn't matter. It's not like I'm looking for a relationship anyways. The bar exam is coming up and then I start my new job on the contingency that I pass the exam. I'm going to be way too busy and…"
Jo interrupted; her eyes wide in wonder. "Wow, you really like him."
Sam tensed but then slumped into the couch. There was no point in lying to his best friend. "I guess I do, but I don't think he feels the same."
Jo hummed softly and then snuggled into Sam's side. Jo hated seeing Sam sad. "I'll tell you what. Let's go out Friday night to cheer you up. I need my bestie back, not this brooding, angst ridden Edward that I currently have."
Sam threw her a bitch face. "You are just never going to get over the fact that I read Twilight, are you?"
She gave him a devious smile. "You bet your ass I'll never let you forget it!"
Once Jo got home later that night, she called her other best friend.
"What Jo? I'm working."
"Well, hello to you too, asshole." Jo grumbled into the phone.
"Sorry Jo, just a rough night. What's up?" Gabriel sounded tired and definitely not like his normal mischievous self. She frowned into the phone.
She decided to cut to the chase. "Was Sam just a one night stand to you?"
"What the hell are you talking about? I was just a one night stand to him." Gabriel growled into the phone.
"Jesus H. Christ, I'm surrounded by morons." she muttered to herself. Between the Dean and Cas drama, it seemed she got to throw Gabe and Sam in the mix too. A woman's job is never done.
"Well, Sam is thinking that about you. Sammy really likes you, Gabe."
Jo could practically hear Gabriel brighten up. "Really?"
"You've got to be kidding me. The guy never sleeps with someone he's just met. Now, I'm taking him out Friday night and I want you to surprise him with some big fucking gesture that you're into him, got it?"
Gabriel chuckled. "Yes ma'am. I think I have the perfect thing in mind if you don't mind me suggesting where you take Sammy."
"Pick the place and I'll make sure we're there. Now, get back to work, I'm going to bed."
"Night Jo. Oh, and thanks."
Jo smiled even though she knew he couldn't see it. "No problem, just don't fuck it up."
A few minutes later, Jo was tucked away in her bed. Using Bobby's favorite expression, once all these idjits saw the light and got together, those boys better be willing to help her find a hot guy for herself. Damn, a girl needed some lovin' too.
"Jo, really?"
"Come on, Sam! This will be fun!"
Sam groaned. He couldn't believe he let Jo talk him into taking an actual weekend trip. Jo was angry she didn't get to see strippers when they were in Sioux Falls, so they drove four hours to Minneapolis and were currently sitting in a gay strip bar called Celestial Bodies.
"Why didn't we just go somewhere that had a ladies night? Why come to a gay strip bar?" Sam looked up in time to see a tall blonde walk by who gave him a slow wink. Sam quickly averted his gaze to glare at Jo.
"Well, it would look strange if you were with me for a ladies night event. Here, they don't care. Besides, maybe you'll get laid."
"Jo, I don't feel like doing this right now. I thought we would just get drinks at Rufus's, not drive and spend a whole weekend in the city. I do need to prepare for my exam."
"Quit being such a spoil sport. This will probably be the last road trip we'll get to take together for a while since you'll be so busy. So just sit back and enjoy the amazing view." She sighed as the first stripper came onto the stage.
Sam sat back in his chair and decided to take Jo's advice to enjoy the show.
After deciding to relax for once, the night went fairly quickly. Sam and Jo kept ordering drinks and at one point Sam bought Jo a lap dance. Sam snorted when a muscular dark haired man that was supposedly the archangel Michael started grinding on Jo. His mouthy best friend's face flared with embarrassment, but she playfully went along with it, tucking bills into Michael's gold booty shorts and giggling when he grabbed her hands to place them on his ass.
Later, Sam was chuckling at a blushing and stammering Jo when Michael returned dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and asked Jo out for the following night. Despite working in a gay strip bar, Sam could tell Michael was straight and he was obviously interested in Jo.
Jo glared at Sam's smirk when Michael left, after exchanging numbers of course. Her glare turned into an embarrassed smile in the face of Sam's bright smile and dimples. He was happy that Jo scored a date. She never talked about it, but he knew she was lonely. She was beautiful, caring and funny, but her tough exterior would sometimes intimidate men. He chuckled to himself when he saw that she was nothing but putty in Michael's hands.
They both went back to watching the dancers on the stage, occasionally cheering for their favorite ones.
After what appeared to be the last dancer of the night, Sam was ready to get back to the hotel. Luckily they chose one that was only a block away since neither one of them was in any condition to drive.
"Come on Jo, let's go." Sam stood up, tugging at Jo's hand.
"Wait, there's one more." Jo insisted.
Sam laughed. "Haven't you seen enough half naked guys for one night?"
Before Jo could respond, the emcee came onto the stage.
"Before we close out tonight's show, we have one special guest dancer tonight. He only dances for very special occasions. If you're one of our regulars, you'll know who I'm talking about."
There was a deafening roar of the crowd that caused Sam to look around in amazement. Damn, the guy must be good.
The emcee continued when the crowd quieted down. "However, he wants a volunteer from the audience to dance for personally."
Sam and Jo both snickered when they saw several men rush the stage. A spotlight started shining around the room. It suddenly stopped.
It stopped on Sam who was still standing up.
"The tall guy in the back, it's your lucky night!" the emcee shouted.
Sam was a little drunk, but not that drunk. He started to back away until Jo gave him a big shove toward the stage.
"Just do it Sam!" Jo cheered as several guys pushed him through the crowd and on to the stage. He was pretty sure one of the guys deliberately grabbed his ass, making him squeak embarrassingly.
Once Sam was on stage, the emcee, who was an older, balding guy named Zachariah, led him to a chair that sat in the middle of the empty stage. Sam eyed the chair apprehensively, but sat down despite his misgivings. He scanned the crowd for Jo who was now standing and gave him a big grin.
Suddenly, music that was heavy with the bass pumped through the speakers of the club, causing Sam to jump in his seat. Sam knew the exact moment the dancer made an appearance because the audience became electric, screaming incoherently as they crowded around the stage.
Since Sam was facing the crowd, he couldn't see the dancer, but knew he was right behind him. He could feel his body heat and a breath on his neck.
Hands gripped Sam's shoulders, making him jump once again like a nervous cat. The dancer's hands trailed down Sam's arms until they reached his wrists, pulling them back behind the chair. Before Sam realized what was happening, he felt cold steel sliding over his wrists and clicking in place. Sam's eyes widened when he realized he'd been handcuffed.
The dancer leaned in and licked the shell of Sam's ear. "Baby, you're under arrest for being too damn sexy."
Sam felt like his eyes were about to bug out of his head. He knew that goddamn voice.
"Gabriel!" Sam hissed as Gabriel strutted around the chair to stand in front of him, wearing a very tight police uniform that left very little to the imagination.
Sam gulped as he watched the muscles ripple underneath the straining fabric.
"The one and only." Gabriel smirked as he straddled Sam's lap.
Gabriel gave a slow grind into Sam's lap, causing Sam to moan, his face flushed from arousal and embarrassment. Luckily it was too loud in the bar for anybody to hear his moan except for Gabriel.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked nervously as Gabriel turned around, his back against Sam's chest as he undulated his hips up as if he was humping the air. He started to unbutton his shirt slowly to a screaming crowd.
"Just giving the people a show, Sammy." he murmured as he took his shirt off and hooked one arm around Sam's neck as Gabriel threw his head back, letting it rest on Sam's shoulder. He then started to slide down Sam's body.
Sam was achingly hard as Gabriel's ass rubbed against his cock. Sam couldn't help to feel a small amount of pleasure at the hitch in Gabriel's breathing as he felt Sam's arousal.
Gabriel's other hand slid down his bare chest to the fastening of his pants were he quickly unsnapped them.
Sam's hips hitched up where he was pressed tightly against the cleft of Gabriel's ass. Gabriel let out a low moan of his own.
"Release me, Gabe." he pleaded, dying to touch him.
"I can't. I won't be responsible for what happens if you touch me." he whispered huskily as he stood up and all but ripped off his pants.
"Oh god…" Sam groaned at the sight of Gabriel in nothing but tight black booty shorts. Sam was grateful it wasn't a thong that some of the other dancers wore because quite frankly, he didn't want anybody to see Gabriel's ass. Gabriel and that ass belonged to him.
What the hell? Gabriel or his considerable "assets" did not belong to him.
Gabriel was currently on the floor, crawling toward him, ass shaking in the air at the crowd. He came up between Sam's legs, his golden eyes flashing with something Sam couldn't identify.
"Why haven't you called, Moose?" Gabriel asked as he slid his hands up Sam's thighs, causing the muscles to clench.
Sam stared at him incredulously. "You really want to have the conversation now while you dry hump me in front of two hundred people?"
The thought of the crowd made him groan again, but this time in mortification. Everybody could see every move they made. They could probably see his straining erection. "I'm going to kill you, Gabe." he managed to mutter before Gabriel was straddling his lap once again.
"No you won't, you like me too much." Gabriel whispered in his ear as he rotated his hips.
"No I don't." he lied, trying to get his body under control and not cant his hips up into Gabriel.
Gabriel gave a wide smile. "Yes you do, I know because Jo told me. I really like you too Sam. Would you like to go out with me sometime, like on a real date?" he asked seriously.
Sam couldn't stop the manic laugh that bubbled up. "Did you do all this just to ask me out?"
When Gabriel nodded, Sam's booming laugh could be heard throughout the bar, despite the blaring music.
"You know you didn't have to go through this elaborate ruse to get me to go out with you. All you had to do was pick up the phone and call."
"I just wanted to make my intentions very clear in a memorable way." he smirked as he cupped Sam's face and kissed him.
Sam melted into the kiss that was surprisingly tender, as Gabriel was worshipping his lips, as if Sam was something precious to be treasured.
The cheering crowd seemed to fade away as his entire focus was on Gabe. They were so caught up with each other they didn't hear the boom of rainbow confetti flying through the air before gently raining down on them.
Memorable indeed.
I know there have been requests for an explicit Sabriel scene. I was going to do it for this chapter, but decided to hold off because at the moment I'm kind of all smutted out. However, there will be one such scene at some point during the story.
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