A/n: I'm very tired and felt like tormenting you guys a tiny bit. So, here's a short little chapter to mess with your heads/hearts until I get to Cas' big awkward talk and Sam's meltdown. Enjoy!
Sam growled dominantly in his pet's ear to get him to sit and stay still. His hand clutched his angel's right hip to hold him in place. His free hand gently trailed up the angel's other side until his thumb brushed over his pet's damaged nipple. His angel whined softly in discomfort and Sam hummed approvingly to him.
"Who do you belong to?" Sam asked softly as his teeth worried a bruise into the skin of his pet's throat.
"Y-you, Sam." His little submissive whispers out while squirming on Sam's lap, the hunter can almost taste his fear.
"Very good. But…" Sam licks up his angel's throat while reaching backwards to the tray on the nightstand, "…I don't think everyone else notices it yet. We need to remind them, don't you think? Hold still." The last command is not a suggestion as Sam grabs what he's looking for. He beings to worry his pet's ear with his teeth as he brings the item back.
A startled yelp escapes his pet, followed by a whimper, as Sam puts the piercing back where it belongs. Though, his pet is perfect and obedient still so Sam rewards him with a tender nuzzle and loving praise. Despite this, his angel is still whimpering in discomfort so Sam begins to stroke his wings lovingly.
His pet's whimpering lessens to soft whines after a few moments of gentle petting. Sam nuzzles his good pet again and gently pulls the sheets up around him because the angel is shivering, he must be cold. He praises him again and dips his head to press a kiss to his pet's collarbone.
He's about lay his angel down to rest when an irritating ringing sounds. Sam hisses but sighs as he finally recognizes the sound as his phone. He reaches for his pocket but doesn't find it there, it takes him a moment to remember that he had dropped it in Dean's room earlier. He sighs and lays his pet down before getting up off the bed to head for the phone.
As Sam gets further away from Gabriel, the haze in his head clears more but it's replaced by a horrid headache. He's in agony by the time he reaches Dean's room. He's grimacing and rubbing the bridge of his nose by the time he gets to Dean's bed. He shakily sits down and reaches for the phone. Where on earth did this headache come from? And why is like the past ten minutes a massive blur?
"Dean?" He asks in a groan, the pain in his head is throbbing.
"Sammy?! What the hell took so long for you to answer your freakin' phone!?" Sam winces in pain at his brother's yelling voice and holds the phone away from his ear slightly.
"Ugh, Dude, tone it down a bit. I got a killer headache." San tells his brother softly and reaches for the pain meds that Dean hides in his nightstand. They tend to build up because Dean always prefers whiskey to pain meds when hurt.
"Sam, just shut up and listen to me!" Sam stopped what he was doing and swallowed thickly. Dean didn't use that tone of voice unless it was really important.
"Dean, what's wrong?" Sam swallowed nervously as he eyed the pills, "Are you and Cas okay? You hurt?"
"We're fine but you're about to go to Hell in a handbasket if you don't listen to me." Sam was getting scared now, his headache and slight case of memory loss was not helping.
"Sam, listen to me very carefully."
"O-okay."
"You need to stay the hell away from Gabriel until we get home." That was a weird demand.
"Dean, I can't do that. He gets uncomfortable without-!"
"Damn it, Sammy, listen to me!" Sam shut his mouth with a click, "You're a danger to him. You need to not even look at him. We're on our way, we'll be home soon."
"Dean, what's going on? What are you talking about?" Sam was starting to feel very nervous and uneasy.
"It's that freakin' flower. It's messing with your head, Sam! Cas can explain it better in person." Sam was starting to feel a weird itch under his skin. He felt like something was missing from his person, it grew worse the longer he was away from Gabriel, "Are you with him right now?"
"No. I'm in your room." There was a strange pause for a second.
"Why're you in m-! Ugh, never mind! Sam, lock the door and stay there until I come get you. Do not leave my room. Do you understand?" No, Sam did not understand. He didn't understand anything that was going on right now.
"Yeah. Got ya, Dean."
"Good, be home soon." The call clicked dead and Sam shakily put his phone down. Scared and unsure what to do now, Sam hesitantly stood up and walked towards the door. He slowly shut it and turned the deadbolt Dean had installed.
That task done, he slumped with his back to the door. He slowly slid down it, gasping for air. Something felt horribly wrong and his head was in agony. Something felt wrong inside and it had tears springing into his eyes.
What had he been doing before the phonecall?
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