Chapter 26: I wanna Know
"What the hell was that for, Sammy?" Dean asked incredulously.
"I know you heard me, and I need to talk. And Bobby, you should be there too," Sam said authoritatively, which was a feat considering that he wasn't really intimidating anymore.
"Can we drop our stuff and take a shower first? Maybe grab a bite to eat?" Dean asked irritably.
"No, you can't. I know you, Dean. I know that if I let you, you'll continue to ignore me."
"Sam," Gabriel said gently from the door, "Why don't you give them some time to feel human again? You've waited this long. Surely an hour or so more won't kill you."
"...Fine. Meet me in the living room when you 'feel more human'," Sam conceded in a huff. He left the kitchen and Gabriel followed Sam up to the younger Winchester's room. Sam sat heavily on the mattress and flopped backwards with a sigh. Sam didn't really want to confront Dean because the hunter knew that it would end in a screaming match, but at the same time, Dean needed to understand that just because Sam happened to be in a female body didn't really mean that he couldn't do his job. After all, he was researching bonding all by himself, and that was the majority of what his job entailed.
Speaking of which
Sam sat up on his elbows to watch Gabriel poke around the room and his meager belongings. It was kind of cute that Gabriel was interested in all of Sam, not just the present version, but of the hunter's past.
"Hey, Gabe?"
"Yeah, Sambo? What's up?" Gabriel replied easily.
"How is it that an angel would bond to another being?"
Gabriel put the book that he had been absently flipping through down. "What, you didn;t get that far in your research?"
"You realize that the whole answering a question with another question only works on Jeopardy, right?"
Gabriel smirked, "But you look adorable when you're irritated!" Gabriel chirped at Sam. When Sam only glowered in return, the angel walked over to the bed and sat next to Sam on the mattress.
"Being bonded is a connection between Grace, usually; the closest thing that angels have to a soul. If I were to bond to you, it would be a bond between my Grace and your soul. It would be painful, Sammy, and it requires a ritual that isn't easy. Well, it's easy on your side. All you have to do is enjoy the ride. My part is the tricky bit.
Sam gave Gabriel a questioning look, so the archangel went on.
"The ritual is just to set up a...net, of sorts. This takes a lot of mojo, and the net catches any of the residual mojo that might get left behind. The thing that is going to be difficult about this is that I have to get to your soul. It'll be painful for you, but there's no other real way to do it."
"So, how are you going to get to my soul," Sam asked?
"Well, how do you feel about near death experiences," Gabriel asked sarcastically? Sam rolled his eyes and Gabe huffed out a laugh. "Just kidding. The easiest way is through orgasm. Your soul shines a little brighter, and I can latch on to that added brightness and bond with you."
Maybe it was the fact that Sam had lived the life that he had, or maybe it was that he trusted Gabriel (maybe even more than he trusted Dean). Whatever the reason, this didn't freak Sam out at all.
"Okay, so what do you need?"
"I'll just need you to bring your gorgeous ass up here tonight. I'll do the rest," Gabriel replied after a moment of hesitation.
"Alright, I'm going to go and talk some sense into Dean. I'll see you tonight, okay?" Sam grabbed Gabriel's face and turned it to face his own to lay a gentle kiss on the archangel's lips. "I love you," Sam said with a huge grin.
"I love you," Gabriel returned his words with a soft smile of his own. After the hunter left the room, the archangel flew away, still smiling.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
When Sam reached the bottom of the stairs, he found Bobby in the living room, but no sign of Dean.
"I reckon, because he's still in the shower, that he doesn't want to fight with you as much as you don't want to fight with him, ya idjit."
"You know, I'm not only angry at him, Bobby. You went along with him."
"Yeah, I know. But it was either go along with him and figure out what his deal was and give him some back up, or stay here with you while you already had an archangel for backup. I figured that Dean would be the one with more of a need for me."
Sam couldn't really deny that logic. See, that's the reason why they should talk about things! Why is that so hard to do?
"So did you figure out what his problem was?"
"Yeah, but he needs to tell you about it, not me."
Either Dean has excellent timing (Which Sam really isn't excluding because Dean always has excellent timing, wether they're on hunts, in the bars, pretty much everywhere that Sam knows of) or he was listening to the conversation because as soon as Bobby dismissed him, Dean walked in. He sat in one of the chairs that adorned the space while Sam leaned against the wall opposite Dean.
"Well? Are you gonna explain why you clocked me across the face as soon as I walked in the god damned door, or are you just going to stand there and attempt to glower some more," Dean asked with a smirk?
"I already told you that I punched you because you think that I can't do my job as a girl," Sam replied calmly.
"That's not-" Dean started.
"Please, don't finish that sentence with 'true'," Sam said quietly.
"I was going to say 'it', but you won't let me say anything, Sammy," Dean was trying t stay calm and not raise his voice, and he was losing.
"Well then, what is it, Dean? Please, enlighten me," Sam said testily.
"I don't know how strong you are as a girl, Sammy. Its my job to keep you safe, and I can't so that if I have to look over my shoulder and make sure that you're okay all the time! I know how you fight in a normal body, and I didn't have time to run a test hunt, so I thought that if you stayed at Bobby's then you would be safe and I wouldn't have to worry until I got back. But I knew that if I told you that I had a case, but I wanted you to sit it out, that you would throw a fit, so I didn't tell you!" Dean finished
"Oh, so you'll hunt with Ellen and Jo, but not with me as a girl."
"Sam, with Ellen and Jo, there's no magic involved. They have always been girls and they learned how to hunt in those forms. I don't have to constantly check on them because I know that up to a certain point, they can handle themselves." Dean countered.
As much as it irked Sam, Dean had a point. They still don't know a lot about the curse, even though it had been weeks since Sam was hit with the damn thing.
"Well, why don't we run a test hunt, just to see how things work, then, if all goes well, how about I come back and hunt with you. That way, you'll know that I can do my job whether I'm a guy or a girl, and I can actually be there to watch your back instead of pulling my hair out," Sam offered. A compromise wasn't really what the hunter was going for, but it would work.
Dean thought for a few moments, and agreed, which surprised Dean to no end. After shooting Bobby a questioning look, Bobby blasted Sam with a look that said, 'of-course-I-talked-to-him-ya-idjit'.
From there, Dean and Sam agreed that Sam's first hunt as a girl would be a nice and simple salt and burn. Sam, tired from his fight with Dean, went up to his room where he tried to relax a little bit before he had to deal with things tonight. Sam decided that the best thing aside from a light nap would be to take a nice shower to let the tensin run out of his muscles.
When he got back, Sam found a bunch of candles, some mint, sweet grass, licorice ropes and chocolate sauce scattered around the floor of his room. Not even wanting to hazard a guess, Sam just shrugged, grabbed a shirt and a pair of sleep pants and laid down on his bed and promptly fell asleep.
When Sam woke up, there was a weight draped across his feminine body. Sam was confused for a moment before hearing Gabriel's voice.
"Morning Sleeping Beauty," Gabriel's voice was soft and rich and amused with something powerful underneath it.
"Hey Stranger," Sam said while stroking Gabriel's hair, his voice was heavy and rough with sleep. "Where have you been all day?"
"Out making sure that we would be safe tnight and procuring a few things for the ritual. Are you sure that you still want to do this, Sammy," Gabriel asked? This was probably the only time that Sam had seen Gabriel so tense and serious.
"Of course."
"Okay, because honestly, I would have been a little hurt if you would have backed out now," Gabriel's voice was thick with sarcasm, but there was a note of seriousness in that tone.
"So what do I need to do?" Sam asked.
Gabriel grinned and told Sam how to crush the mint leaves and spread them around the room, how to braid the sweet grass and tie it around his ankles and how to place the candles around the rom before telling the mortal to get up on the bed.
"What about the licorice and the chocolate,"Sam asked?
"Those are for me, Sammy," Gabriel smiled at Sam. the grin turned feral, however, when Gabriel snapped the candles alight and started to stalk toward the bed. Sam's heart was in his throat and racing, both out of fear and excitement. The archangel climbed onto the bed gracefully, maneuvering around Sam's body to tie the licorice to the headboard and then Sam's hands to the licorice.
"Still okay, Sammy," The archangel asked? This time, Gabriel's voice was thicker with power and magic. His eyes were more of a muddy brown than their normal golden color.
Sam nodded, though he found his voice after a moment.
"Though I don't think that if push comes to shove that these will hold me," Sam stated yanking a little on the rope candy.
"Of course they will, Sammy, there's magic involved."
Gabriel smirked above Sam, who swallowed thickly.
Great.
Gabriel wriggled down Sam's body after making sure that the rope candy was secureand rested on the hunter's hips, straddling the young Winchester. Sam looked up at Gabriel, waiting for the angel to get a move on. Gabriel just gazed down at Sam, worshipping the mortal with his eyes.
"You're so breathtakingly beautiful, Sam," Gabriel remarked quietly, running a hand through the hunter's hair. Sam blushed profusely and started to squirm beneath the angel. Gabriel let his hands wander down Sam's neck and further still to the opening in the hunter's shirt. Hooking a finger beneath the material, Gabriel started to tear the shirt open as if his fingers were blades. The hunter beneath him stilled, watching intently as Gabriel began stripping Sam of the clothing; his eyes growing darker as new skin was exposed. Sam didn't even notice the temperature change when all the clothes and Gabriel were stripped away. Just watched as Gabriel slowly, achingly slowly stripped his clothing off. Shirt first, then jeans and then shorts (luckily socks were not present at the beginning of the ritual). When the archangel was bare, he climbed back on the bed and to Sam who was panting now and wetter than the mortal ever recalled being. Sam wanted to moan for Gabriel; tell him to start fucking him already, but Gabriel placed a gentle hand over Sam's mouth.
"Don't say my name tonight, alright, kiddo?" He asked and demanded. There was really no denying him. Sam nodded and waited, squirming underneath Gabriel looking for friction.
"This is where it starts to hurt. Don't worry, Sammy, I got ya," Gabriel promised/ The archangel pressed a soothing kiss to Sam's mouth, then started writing on the hunter's abdomen, right underneath the mortal's ribs. Whatever he was writing was burning Sam, white hot and relentless. Sam thought that it would blister the skin was so hot. The mortal ground his teeth and went with it. Sam didn't want Gabriel to know how much this hurt.
Then the words, sigils, whatever Gabriel had been writing sunk down into Sam's ski, lancing he younger Winchester's whole body with white hot pain. It hurt. FUCK, it HURT.
"Please..." was all that would come out of Sam's mouth. The rest of the phrases (it hurts, Gabriel, STOP; Gabriel make it quick; God, give me a moment to REST) bitten behind Sam's teeth.
Gabriel paused then, as if reading Sam's mind. The archangel looked up sadly at Sam with a soft smile.
"That's the first letter down. There are ten more where that came from."
Sam nodded jerkily and Gabriel went back to his work. Sam let out low moans of pain after the young hunter bit through his plump lower lip in an attempt to stay quiet.
After what felt like hours, Gabriel kissed Sam again sweetly, apologizing for all the pain.
"Alright, Sammy, the painful part is over. I'm so sorry...You can use my name now, if you want to...I'm so sorry, Sam..." Gabriel started to kiss Sam in earnest when Sam slowly started to move his lips underneath Gabriel's. Gabriel licked inside the mortal's mouth, moaning at the taste and the scent that was just Sam. Gabriel untied the licorice that was binding Sam, who immediately upon gaining his freedom wrapped those obnoxiously huge arms around the archangel.
Sam opened up to Gabe, rolling them so that Sam was on top and able to run newly freed hands all over the archangel's perfect skin. Sam moaned into Gabriel's mouth, granting the angel free reign of all the soft curves. Sam gasped, a little surprised when Gabriel moved his hands down to cup Sam's mound, the angel groaning and rubbing against the wetness found there. Sam rolled his hips into Gabriel's hand, driving the archangel crazy.
Gabriel surged up and attacked Sam's neck; kissing and sucking and biting and licking every inch that he could reach while fingers slipped around Sam's opening. The small sounds of pleasure that were escaping the mortal were almost enough to drive Gabriel to orgasm, but he waited, determined to make this good for Sam.
"Gabriel..." Sam moaned.
"Yeah, Sam?" Gabriel replied, his voice sounded wrecked and that gave Sam a small added layer of pleasure on top of all the others that were present.
"Please...N-Need you..." Sam attempted to explain, but realized that fighting a losing battle isn't worth it and just went with the ride. Or tried to. Gabriel slid his hands to Sam's hips and whispered into Sam's neck as he lifted the hunter to straddle his aching, sorely neglected cock.
"Alright, Sammy, give me a minute and I promise to fuck you so hard into this mattress that you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow."
Sam took a hand from where he'd placed them next to Gabriel'd head and placed it on the angel's chest. Gabriel locked eyes with Sam.
"No, fuck me later. Love me now."
Gabriel nodded and slowly slid Sam down onto his cock. Sam let out the most delicious low moan that has ever been that ended in a gasp as Gabriel started to roll his hips after he was fully sheathed. He thrust shallowly, watching the blissed out expression on his hunter's face and was filled with so much joy that it almost hurt. He picked up pace, enough to let Sam know that the orgasm of his life was waiting, but not nearly hard enough to be considered rough.
Once he found a rhythm, Gabriel let his hands skim up and down Sam's side, up ad over an arm and up further to cup the back of Sam's neck to pull the mortal down in to a fierce kiss; he couldn't stay still as he felt that coil in his gut heat up and get tighter.
Finally, he let his hand trail down to Sam's mound, letting his fingers skim lightly over Sam's clit, then coming back again to press it more intensely, rolling it between his fingers until he heard Sam's breaths get more erratic and the mortal's body gripping and milking him. Gabriel reached up and placed a hand above Sam's heart as Sam came around him. Gabriel saw the flair of a beautiful soul and placed a sigil on it, claiming the Winchester as his own as Gabriel followed Sam over the edge, roaring and clutching as he released inside of Sam, losing control of his Grace just for a moment.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Dean was sitting in the living room, nursing a beer and trying to find something to watch on TV when an angel appeared in front of him. At least, he was pretty sure that it was an angel. He hadn't really looked at the angel. Partly because Bobby's house was warded against all the offensive angels that they were aware of. Partly because he couldn't really bring himself to care. Partly because it ached too much to look at them and not see Cas.
"What do you want?" Dean asked, ready with an angel blade between the ouch cushions.
"To know who Gabriel bonded to," came the reply, and Dean froze with his mouth agape.
"..C-Cas?"