A/n: Been really depressed. Lost a family member a couple weeks ago. I'll try to update soon.

Guys, I hate asking you all for comments. It seems greedy and rude since you all actually took the time to read my story. Still, I'm having a really hard time picking up writing again since the whole depression thing. Comments help to inspire and motivate me to write. Thanks.

Pixie Pastries should be the next story to be updated.

The diner was frozen in horror at the sight of a young hunter pinned helplessly under the more experienced one. The young man's friend rushed to stand and help but a more experienced hunter stopped him. The friend gawked at the man stopping him.

"Let me go! That nutjob's gonna kill Steven!" The young man squawked to the elder one. The experienced hunter shook his head, forcing the boy to sit down again.

"Hold your horses, Rodger. Don't you know who that is, boy?!" He hissed pointing to the muscular man holding down Steven. Rodger just blinked and shook his head slowly, looking a little lost.

"N-no, who, James?"

"That's Dean Winchester. The hunter not even Hell can keep in chains." Rodger's eyes widened as James replied. The older hunter pointed towards Cas, still sitting in the booth, "And that's not his little brother."

"T-then who is it?"

"Jeez, you are new, boy." James sneered slightly and shook his head, "That's Winchester's personal pet angel. Rumor has it that thing will do just about anything for him. You just best sit back and wait. Luckily, Winchester has a rep. He doesn't normally kill humans unless they mess with his family. I wonder what set him off."

~*~z~*~

Rage boiled in Dean's blood as he glared green-tinted death into the younger man's eyes. He sneered, hate and disgust in his expression. He pressed his knife against the kid's throat, making Steven swallow in fear.

"You shouldn't say stuff like that, Kid." Dean growled as he lowered himself so their faces were closer together. Steven gave him a confused look but didn't dare question him, "Crocotta are sentient creatures, Jackass, even the canine ones. They're not livestock to be bought and sold." Dean stabbed the tip of his knife into the soft wood floor beside the kid's head, making the younger man jump.

"And anyways, pups are just the same as human infants: innocent." Dean pulled back his knife, "You don't hunt somethin' until it endangers humans, Newbie." To emphasize his point, he kicked the kid hard in hip before stepping over him.

"C'mon, Cas. Let's go pick up Sammy." Dean huffed as he threw the payment for their meal on the table before heading for the door.

Steven watched in horror from his place on the floor. Cas got up and stood above him, angel blade in hand. The angel stared down at him coldly but did nothing more before following Dean out. The whole diner relaxed as soon as the Impala's engine started up.

~*~z~*~

Sam hated to admit it but he was really freakin' turned on right now. Both his hands were buried in soft feathers, his cock shoved deep in his angel's anus, and he was sucking on Gabriel's throat. He jerked his hips, slamming up into mate. Gabriel whined pitifully when his prostate was hit.

Gabriel whimpered tiredly as he squirmed in Sam's lap. He was clinging to the hunter weakly as he let the kid have fun. Gabriel was exhausted but his mate playing with his wings and sharing intercourse with him would replenish his grace.

He moaned softly as he rested his head on Sam's shoulder. He quivered slightly in response to stimulating touches. He was so tired, he didn't want to get hard again. But, he knew it was going to happen considering where Sam's fingers were choosing to play.

"Your wings are so soft, Gabe." Sam whispered, letting one hand trail down Gabriel's belly to find Gabriel's cock. He frowned softly when he found his lover was soft. They had just woken up but Sam could tell Gabriel was exhausted. Sure, Sam wanted to fuck his brains out right now but that wasn't fair to Gabriel.

The angel was so exhausted that he wouldn't be able to resist. What kind of mate would that make Sam? He knew the answer: abusive.

"So beautiful." Sam praised softly as he removed his fingers from Gabriel's feathers. Both hands dipped down and gently gripped Gabriel by his hips. Sam made soothing noises as he slowly started to ease the angel off his cock.

Gabriel whimpered tiredly as he was lifted up. He mewled, he didn't want to be slammed down onto his lover's length again. He just couldn't take that right now, it was too much.

"W-what're you doing?" He whispered in confusion as he was pulled fully off of his mate's arousal. He made an uneasy sound as he was carefully laid down on his side, Sam making extra sure not to hurt the angel's swelling belly or his wings.

"Making sure my lover's taken care of." Sam told him kindly, placing a pillow under Gabriel's head. Sam sighed happily, tenderly rubbing the slight bulge of his mate's belly. Gabriel ended up mewling softly, eyes fluttering closed, "You need to rest, Sweetheart."

Gabriel gasped softly as a tender kiss was pressed to the base of his spine. He squirmed a bit as his hips were massaged gently as Sam kissed up his spine. He yelped softly in surprise when he was kissed where wing met back. The gentle, teasing touches had Gabriel trying to twitch to hardness but his body was too tired.

"Sammy, you're still hard and my ass is still loose. Just use it to get off." Gabriel tried to convince his mate. He felt selfish because the kid was obviously still extremely aroused. He felt guilty that Sam wasn't allowed to get off just because Gabriel was too tired to enjoy the experience.

"Not going to happen, Babe. You just lay there, let me take care of you." Sam moved behind him, solid weight protectively against the angel's back. One arm was around the angel, lovingly stroking over his belly. He smiled, unable to help but think that a bit more grace and the pups would grow to be old enough for Sam to feel their movement, "I'm going to take good care of you and the pups, Gabe."

Gabriel moaned softly in bliss as Sam started to stroke over his feathers. He flushed brightly, hiding his face in his pillow as he dwelled on Sam's touch. He could feel his lover gently touch an oil gland, gathering grooming oil, then proceeding to loving use the oil to fix a feather.

The angel felt himself drifting in a sea of comfort and bliss as Sam continued. He had no idea that it could feel so amazing to have his feathers groomed. Sam was so gentle, loving, with each feather. As each feather was preened, he could feel a spark of grace grow and move to nurture his children.

"Am I doing this right?" Sam asked softly as he kissed his lover's spine. It had taken a bit but he finally found a position where he wouldn't crush Gabriel's wings. He planned to stay in it to keep working on the grooming but wanted to make sure it felt alright. He was extremely glad that Cas had given him a crash course in how to do this.

"Nrg. Y-yeah, you're doin' great, Bucko." Gabriel groaned softly in bliss. His eyes were closed and he was panting softly against his pillow, "D-don't stop." He had never known it could feel so amazing to have a mate to groom his feathers. The sensation had his body all confused. The touch of Sam's fingers was both sexually stimulating yet was also lulling Gabriel to sleep with the contentment each touch brought.

"I won't, Gabe." Sam whispered soothingly. His free hand began to lovingly stroke Gabriel's belly, "Try to get some rest, Sweetheart."

Gabriel whined softly at Sam's loving plea. He was tired of sleeping, he had never slept this much in his life. Still, the kid was right. Gabriel was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to drift off. But all he could think about was that he was essentially a defenseless, pregnant bitch now and he was worried about his children's safety while he slept.

He actually had to keep reminding himself that the very large, very dominant male behind him was his mate and protector now. It became easier to keep that in mind though as Sam began to hum soothingly. Gabriel didn't think it was possible but a sense of calm started to settle over him as the hunter worked on his feathers. The kid just had a naturally calming aura to him that Gabriel's lethargic grace was clinging to for security.

Starting to drift off, Gabriel whined softly and pressed back against his mate's arousal. He felt strangely empty and his lover was still hard. The kid was freakin' huge in that department so there was no way Gabriel'd still feel empty if he could just warm his mate's cock.

"Shh… Alright, fine. You win." Sam grumbled softly. He gently gripped Gabriel's hip, holding him in place. Sam very slowly, carefully pushed his way back into the exhausted angel. He groaned softly in pleasure, Gabriel's tight passage was hot and felt amazing around him. It took all of Sam's self-control not to keep thrusting and simply use his mate until he came.

Sam forced himself to stay still. He took a few calming breaths to relax. He simply held himself inside Gabriel, surprised when that mixed with the feather touches actually lulled the angel to sleep. Sam smiled softly and kissed the angel's shoulder.

"Rest well, Gabe." Sam whispered before continuing to hum. He kept up with the preening. He had an obligation to his lover and the pups now.