(Mood music: Can't We Talk it Over in Bed – Olivia Newton-John)
Sam awoke to a mild headache as he came to awareness. He looked up at the ceiling to his motel room and found himself in his soft bed. He pressed his fingers to his temple and closed his eyes for a moment. He took a deep breath, the hunger for demon blood dissipated to it's normal throb in the back of his head. It was always there, but it was nothing like how starving he was when he was when he heard it pumping though some poor humans' veins. He opened his eyes again, realizing there was another weight on the bed. He looked to his left, where Gabriel was laying next to him, on his elbows and belly; sipping from a bottle of soda. The archangel smiled at him cheekily.
"Feeling better?" Gabriel asked and Sam propped himself up on his elbows, staring at Gabriel.
"Did you..." Sam ran his hand down his face and looked around, seeing no demons dead in the room, "What happened?"
"Famine, horseman number two, is struck off your to do list." Gabriel held up two fingers. "You can thank and worship me now." Sam's lips parted and chest swelling; there were no words he could summon. "Come on, sing me praises. I took on a big-bad and prevented you from diving head first off the deep-" Sam sat up and leaned over to press his lips to Gabriel's; deep and grateful. Gabriel lost his remaining words, but he didn't go searching for them. Sam cupped Gabriel's neck and jaw, feeling the sweet twinge of Pepsi and the firm mouth of the archangel back against his. Sam breathed in deeply before he broke it off. They hadn't kissed in so long... "That's a nice start." Gabriel said with a softer smile and he scooted himself into a sitting position.
"Thank you." Sam breathed in deeply, his arms curling around Gabriel's neck, hugging him close. "For everything." The smile that tugged at Gabriel's lips was more genuine than boastful and the arm that wrapped around Sam's waist was comforting in its strength. Sam pressed his nose into Gabriel's neck. It was familiar and warm there. He heard the snap of fingers, the drink having disappeared and Gabriel's hand pet Sam's spine, pressing his temple against Sam's hair. Sam swallowed dryly. "I should have listened to you." Sam said softly, remembering Ruby; remembering Gabriel cautioned him about seeking revenge and letting people go.
"Yep." Gabriel nodded in agreement.
"I..." Sam's mouth opened but Gabriel touched his fingers to Sam's lips.
"For the love of Dad, don't start apologizing again. I heard enough of it earlier." Gabriel patted Sam's back and Sam finally leaned back so that they could see each other. "I might be thinking about giving you another go. As long as you don't try to pull something incredibly stupid again." Sam shrugged, giving a nervous smile.
"I can't promise that..." Sam confessed and Gabriel rolled his eyes.
"I forgot, you're a Winchester. What was I thinking? What about..." Gabriel took Sam's left hand in his and Sam noticed that there was an old ring wrapped around his ring finger with swirls in the band and the black stone glinted in the motel room light. Famine's ring, Sam realized with a cold shutter. Gabriel kissed the back of his hand, warming him again. "I promise to stop you from drinking demon blood and keep you from getting yourself killed." Sam's skin flushed, his chest tightening. "And you promise you'll be mine."
"Are you asking me to marry you?" Sam's mouth was agape and Gabriel chuckled.
"Fuck no, we are no where near that point. And humans have all but made the concept pretty insignificant." Gabriel grinned and Sam took a deep breath because, fuck, he was not ready for that. "It's a posy ring. Very popular in the Shakespearean period, I'll have you know. It means you're called for, so don't think you can run off to another revenge scheme on me." Gabriel twisted the ring a little on Sam's ring finger thoughtfully. "Mind you it's also a key that will trap Lucifer." Gabriel's eyes met Sam's and Sam relaxed. Sam caressed Gabriel's jaw with his fingers.
"Promise me you're mine too?" Sam asked and Gabriel smirked.
"Do you got a ring to back it up with?" Gabriel waggled his eyebrows.
"I... have one in mind." Sam promised thoughtfully. He remembered one that he'd gotten himself from another horseman.
"I'll hold you to it." Gabriel pushed himself up and kissed Sam's lips warmly before he grinned. "Now, how about we consummate this promise." Sam scoffed.
"You'll consummate anything," Sam accused with a light smile.
"Well I like consummating with you." Gabriel gave Sam a chaste kiss. "Over and over," a more lingered kiss followed, "and over, and-" Sam returned the kiss faster, pulling Gabriel into a heated kiss, tired of the teasingly light pecks. Gabriel's mouth curved into a smile against Sam's, and what he returned was a warm reminder of what they'd had once. Falling back into it was like breathing; warm and easy. But it was anything but slow; a rekindled spark grew hotter with each breath. Sam's fingers tightened in Gabriel's hair.
"I missed you." Sam breathed out finally, pressing his forehead against Gabriel's. "So much..." Sam's breath hitched and he took a moment to just hold on to someone he wanted to keep. He felt his eyes sting with tears and he berated himself for remembering all the time they'd lost.
"Easy on the water works." Gabriel's cool thumb traced Sam's cheek, and he kissed the corner of Sam's mouth warmly. "I missed you too. Even though you can't listen to me worth a damn." Sam scrubbed the beginning of tears from his eyes with the heel of his hands and Gabriel gave him an easy smile. "Still love me?" Sam smiled widely.
"Yes," Sam said firmly. Their lips met again and Sam closed his eyes; forgetting the lost time with the depth of it. Sam's fingers curled in Gabriel's hair and the base of Gabriel's neck, just wanting to hold him close. As though the archangel wouldn't be able to fly out on him again. Gabriel sat up more, kissing Sam back with deep, longing kisses. Sam moaned softly, meeting them with his own. Gabriel slid one of Sam's legs over his own waist and pulled Sam into his lap effortlessly. Sam was much taller than Gabriel on a regular basis, but Sam was constantly reminded at times like this that Gabriel was so much stronger than him. He previously thought it was deity strength, and really, knowing it was angel strength didn't change anything. Gabriel slid his hand up Sam's back and then back up under the shirt. His hands were warm and firm, just like before. Sam pushed the jacket from Gabriel's shoulders, continuing to kiss deeply; neither were eager to break contact. Gabriel unbuttoned Sam's shirt with quick fingers and Sam smiled as Gabriel kissed his collar bone.
"Not going to snap everything away today?" Sam asked.
"Mm, can't." Gabriel glanced up at him with a smirk. "Too distracted by your washboard abs." The abs which Gabriel revealed with each button and his hand pressed against Sam's skin so eagerly. "You've been eating your Wheaties." Gabriel appraised as his fingers familiarized themselves with Sam's body again, which had grown harder though out the months. Sam pressed into the firm hands and pulled off the black shirt from Gabriel's body.
"You... haven't changed at all." Sam realized, looking at the less sculpted flesh. Gabriel chuckled, not taking it as an insult.
"Same vessel," Gabriel excused himself and ran his hands down Sam's thighs and ass. "Same mind blowing skills." Gabriel gripped the latter for a firmer than needed squeeze. "You, however, have gained a firmer ass." Sam rolled his eyes.
"Same pervert inside the vessel," Sam commented dryly and Gabriel gave him a wink.
"Well, soon to be back inside," Gabriel said, earning a half-hearted smack on his shoulder before he cupped Gabriel's neck and pulled himself up for another kiss. Denim and flesh rubbed together, making sweet heat.
Sam remembered a lot of their sex-scapades from what seemed like long ago, which were hot and hard. It was a lot of flesh and passion. But this was different. Gabriel didn't snap away their clothes to get to the deed faster. Gabriel was intent on re-exploring every memory of Sam's body with his lips or hands. Gabriel kissed Sam's neck and chest, his hands sliding down and relieved Sam of his pants and shoes. Both boots were dropped with thumps on the floor. Sam groaned, his thighs squeezed Gabriel's waist and his fingers dug into Gabriel's skin, dragging upwards and kissing Gabriel's lips when ever he could.
Gabriel pulled Sam's knees from under him and Sam's back hit a comfier mattress with satin sheets. Sam's fingers dug into the dark sheets and he raised both brows at Gabriel. "Can't help yourself, can you?" Gabriel leaned down and gave him a chaste kiss.
"I'm not allowed to like doing it on a nice bed?" Gabriel pushed down his pants and discarded them over his shoes. "For a Valentine Suit, it's a crumby mattress." Sam smiled, knowing Gabriel's tastes in tactile comforts. Gabriel's fingers trailed down, following the valley's of Sam's abs. "I think this deserves to be a bit better than that." Gabriel took his time and paid particular attention to the defined abs and hip lines.
Sam laid back to enjoy the once familiar caresses and his hands slid down Gabriel's shoulders and arms; They were firmer than one would think. It always reminded Sam that Gabriel was far more than what Sam could see. He always knew that when they were together before, but Sam was more aware of it now. Gabriel's thumbs pressed circular motions in Sam's hip and Sam bit his bottom lip. Gabriel kissed Sam's jugular softly, both his knees parting Sam's legs and Sam was compliant.
"Been a while?" Gabriel murmured and Sam nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. He pulled out a bottle of lube from that infinite space where Gabriel kept everything.
"Yeah." Sam admitted, swallowing. "I mean, over a year..." Sam heard a cap click and he twirled a lock of Gabriel's hair in his fingers, remembering the one time they made love. It was warm and Sam felt safe. Sam always prided himself on keeping himself safe, and protecting Dean. But feeling safe always meant it was going to be torn away from him, so he should never get comfortable; like with Jess. And then it was Gabriel. But Gabriel didn't catch fire, Sam had just burnt the bridge, and it hurt more than he ever thought it would.
Sam kissed Gabriel again, feeling the familiar sensation of lubrication against his hole. He groaned softly as the first finger slid in. Gabriel kissed him back sweetly and Sam's toes curled into the sheets. Gabriel started to rub the finger inside Sam, sending subtle, but familiar sensations to run through him. Gabriel spread him opened with practiced ease and Sam groaned, having missed the sensations. Gabriel's hand pushed Sam's leg up under the knee, spreading Sam's legs wider. Sam's breath became heavy. "Oh..." Gabriel eyed him and started to thrust his fingers into Sam's tight cheeks. "Ah..." Sam's fingers gripped into Gabriel's back, his own shoulders hunching. Gabriel continued the treatment. Sam remembered how many nights Gabriel would take his time. How much Gabriel made him squirm and moan under his fingers; patiently building up the pleasure until Sam was desperate for release. Gabriel teased the prostrate with his fingers and stretched Sam; Gabriel always liked watching Sam lose control.
"Fuck..." Sam murmured into Gabriel's neck. "Lo-Lo... Gabe..." Sam was caught between the names and Gabriel leaned forward, kissing Sam's chest.
"Whatever you call me is fine." Gabriel smiled and Sam took deep breaths. His hips squirmed against the continuous and relentless fingers.
"Fuck, it's been so long..." Sam murmured and closed his eyes, "Lok-i..." He tried it out with the rumble of a moan and Gabriel smiled at him; nostalgia coming back to him. Sam braced himself when Gabriel replaced his fingers with his cock effortlessly in Sam's trembling body. Sam moaned again, more into the archangel's skin. "Ah... Gabriel..." It rolled off his tongue and Sam decided he liked it. "Gabriel..." Gabriel groaned, never having been moaned to with his real name. Sam rocked against the fullness, his lips locked with Gabriel's, pants escaped between their lips. Gabriel's fingers slid into Sam's hair and he deepened the kiss, rocking against Sam, creating that sweet friction called pleasure. Gabriel's hands cupped Sam's thighs, guiding him into a slow rhythm and Sam's knees tightened around Gabriel's waist, murmuring Gabriel's name between kisses and being consumed in the moment.
Even after their satisfactions had been reached, they kissed and melted into a familiar canoodle. Gabriel lay on Sam's chest and twirled the ring that was on Sam's left hand; which rested between them.
"This is safe, right?" Sam asked after a long while, watching Gabriel's closed eyes, soaking in the aftermath of bliss. "I mean, Famine's ring."
"Yeah, doesn't work if the horseman is dead." Gabriel's arm adjusted around Sam's waist and opened his warm honey eyes. Sam smiled warmly and Gabriel returned it.
"10 more minutes, and I should call Dean." Sam sighed contently and Gabriel groaned.
"An hour." Gabriel argued.
"I have to let him know what happened, he'll be worried." Sam reasoned aloud, for both of them.
"We NEVER get time alone." Gabriel complained.
"Well..." Sam shrugged awkwardly. It was sort of true. The one period of time when they had had that time together, Sam had been in mourning and it wasn't quality time. "Yes, but I have to check on Dean and Cas, to make sure they haven't split yet. I have to make sure they're alright." Gabriel paused, as though he'd completely forgotten about that tiny detail.
"...You owe me a date. A real one," Gabriel finally said and Sam smiled.
"Yeah, okay." Sam pulled Gabriel closer, savoring the few minutes they had before he had to get up.