A/n: New Rule: Whenever there's a super long section of text all in italics it means that it's a depiction of Gabriel's abuse. It will always explain his mindset for the chapter but may be difficult to read (depends how squeamish you are) but I will try to keep it only vaguely graphic.

Also, I am super happy that you all loved "extremely awkward angel sex ed" Dean. That part was too much fun to write.

P.S. This chapter gets oddly sexual compared to the previous ones.


With Cas away on some errand and Sam caring for Gabriel, Dean was free to start his task. He was not sure why he was hiding his endeavor from his family, maybe because it sounded like a fool's errand. The creatures that had created this species of flower had lived thousands of years ago, there could be next to no lore on these jerks.

Still, like a usual, this did little to kill his determination. Dean took a sip of his coffee before placing it on one of the tables in the bunker's library. He licked the residue from his lips as he slipped into his hunter's mindset. He was set on finding the books he required.

His mind complained about the level of organization as he prowled about. Cas had said that woodland spirits created the flowers so Dean was searching out their eldest books dealing with the little pests. His skin crawled when most of the tomes mentioned fairies whenever he skimmed a page or two.

~*~z~*~

It was amazing, he had lived on Earth for so long but he had never once thought about the hardship that was breathing. The constant need to draw air into his lung was nerve-wracking where choking was down right panic inducing. Now, as Gabriel knelt on the hard ground and choked on the length filling his mouth, he had an inkling to one of the horrors that was living as a human.

He was struggling to breathe and the grimy fingers clenched in his hair, yanking hard to control his head, were not helping his anxiety levels. His shoulders ached as they were pulled back and down at painful angles so that his hands could be bound under his wings. The muscles in his back were overtaxed and aching as three of his wings lay limp and broken behind him.

"Quite the pathetic little catch, aren't you?" The fake Sam sneered, holding Gabriel's head down so that the angel was left choking on his own spit as he struggled to breathe, "So small and not much of a looker. No wonder you were at the bottom of the food chain compared to your impressive big brothers." Tears of loss and shame stung Gabriel's eyes as the comment hit too close to home. He loved his brothers, had admired and looked up to them even in their darkest moments, but had always felt like the little pest that they had to keep an eye on.

He was hit with a wave of shame just thinking about what they would think if they saw him now. He could hear Luci's snide remark and imagine Raphael 's look of disgust while Michael simply shook his head in shame at their pathetic baby brother who couldn't do anything right. The mental image was enough to make his tears fall, making him only feel more humiliated.

"And what are these hideous things?" His tormentor scoffed in disgust as he reached down and grabbed a handful of feathers from Gabriel's second right wing, "Such a sepulchral blue. How can such a dreary color inspire anyone? I always thought the wings of archangels were supposed to be a beautiful white or gold color not whatever this scuzzy mess is!" Gabriel screamed around the erection still trapped in his mouth as a handful of beautiful primary feathers were wrenched from the still functioning wing.

Caught in a new choking fit, Gabriel sobbed in humiliation and despair as he heard his precious feathers being tossed aside like trash. He whimpered sorrowfully as he was forced back into his task of sucking this creature off. His heart broke as he continued to sob, the monster's words floating around his head still.

He felt so filthy from having this horrible creature seeing and touching his wings. Only his older brothers had ever seen them before this point. He had never even shown them to Kali despite how much he had loved her. His wings were supposed to be a special gift to show off to his soulmated kin or a bonded mate from Earth. His precious appendages were never supposed to be seen by such a cruel creature but now all Gabriel could think about was how right the monster was, his wings really were nowhere near anything as lovely as Michael's or Lucifer's wings.

~*~z~*~

Sam smiled softly down at the beaten down creature on his lap. Dean had been right when he said that stroking atop of the feathers would relax the angel, it had worked like a charm. Gabriel was currently collapsed in his arms and just lying there docile without continued efforts to get handsy. He was starting to remind Sam of a lounging cat.

The hunter's hand left the angel's side and moved to trail a finger along one of the unbroken bones in the nearest wing. He couldn't help but smile as he watched the feathery limb twitch slightly to press more into Sam's touch. It did not even look like a conscious effort, just an instinctual movement that was attracted to his gentle touches.

Sam was finding it hard to look away or even to stop touching the beautiful deep blue feathers. He found he loved to trail his fingers along the teal trim that all the feathers had. The wings were so soft, touching them was addicting, so addicting that he didn't even think about the different bodily fluids that matted the dark feathers.

"Your wings are so beautiful, Gabe." The hunter whispered, his voice stolen by awe. He frowned and finally pulled his gaze away from the wings when his words earned him a massive flinch from the broken angel. He watched Gabriel's muscles stiffen and he could feel the fist clench in his shirt again.

"G-geez, Sammy, I know I ain't as pretty as the birds you usually bed a-and I can understand you not wanting to s-screw something as filthy as me." The voice sounded so despondent, a hint of tears and anger in the tone, "B-but you don't have to insult me. I-I never asked F-Father to make my wings t-this h-hideous color, i-it's just what I was given!" Gabriel's voice cracked as his words came out in a twisted mix of a sob and a growl. Sam stiffened, eyes widening, at the self-loathing comment. The hunter was confused, feeling a little lost, because the comment had been so unexpected.

Whenever their hunts had led to Gabriel, the angel had always been very comfortable with himself and his good looks. He had never shown a sign of self-depreciation that Sam could readily remember. The angel had always seemed to enjoy his tiny vessel so why was he being so drastically negative now. What had those monsters done that had completely shattered his self-image.

"Gabe, what are you talking about?" Sam asked carefully but was unable to keep an incredulous tint from his voice as his hand left a wing to gently cup the angel's jaw. Not even realizing he was doing it, Sam tilted Gabriel's head back and leaned down to gently kiss just under his ear. The touch of lips to skin made Gabriel gasp and shudder though neither one knew if it was from fear or pleasure, "Of course you're not pretty, you're far too handsome to be pretty. Pretty's an insult to how good you look, to how good you've always looked every time we've met you."

Sam's eyes slipped shut as he spoke against Gabriel's skin, gently trailing his lips down the side of the angel's neck until he reached the choker. The hunter tenderly licked and sucked tiny kisses along the bruised skin that surrounded the collar. His touches were starting to pull soft mewls from the broken angel, the sounds definitely coming from a core of pleasure. Gabriel cried out softly as Sam gingerly sucked at his Adam's apple. Even during the first time Gabriel had been alive it had been years since someone had touched him like this without him creating them.

"And your wings, they're amazing, such a lovely blue. I would never have guessed but they fit you so well." Sam was lost in the haze of kissing the angel's warm skin that he lost his head for a moment and did exactly what Dean had told him not to, he buried his long fingers into the sea of dark feathers. Gabriel's spine arched and he cried out in pleasure as he bucked against the massive hunter. Sam growled dominantly against the angel's bruised throat as he continued, "Such a perfect color for such beautiful wings. I don't think I could ever imagine them a different color, don't even want to. You're just the ideal little archangel and just the perfect size to hold on my lap."

Gabriel was left moaning and writhing from the mixture of praise and generous touches. The terror of intercourse still loomed in the shadows of his instincts but it was heavily masked by the overpoweringly pleasurable stimulation of Sam's fingers dragging through his feathers. Suddenly, a loud cry of bliss was pulled from his throat as Sam's hand closed around a wing joint, giving it a gentle yet firm rub. An orgasm that neither of them had even realized had been building suddenly hit Gabriel very hard, leaving spent and in a hazy bliss as he collapsed against the massive hunter.

The sound the angel made snapped Sam from his own blissful haze that had come with pleasuring Gabriel. His eyes sprang open and he froze in horror as his gaze fell on the placement of his hands on Gabriel's wings. He suddenly felt sick because he had done everything Dean had told him not to do!

'Oh God, what have I done?!' He mentally screamed at himself in terror as he stared down at his lap where his angel was collapsed in a post-coital daze.

~*~Chapter End~*~