It's the penultimate chapter. I just wanted to make a note to say - there's a character in this chapter that I got from the show but realise it could be confusing. It's supposed to be Nick Monroe, Dean's siren; not Lucifer's Nick. Although I guess it's arguable that both could act the same way ...

It felt like time had flown by, and Sam was suddenly staring down his bachelor party. And Gabriel's bachelor party. Someone - Sam suspected Gabriel but he had no definitive proof - had decided that they should combine their parties, which Sam was dubious of. He would have been perfectly fine with something small, maybe an evening out with his old housemates who he still had regular contact with. But it was completely out of his hands.

At least there was no gimmicks. Castiel and Dean had driven over for it, both of them looking more relaxed and happier, almost back to the way they were during their college days. They had brought Bobby with them, which relaxed Sam somewhat. Sam had invited Andy, and there were a couple of guys from Gabriel's work as well as Samandriel, who seemed excited by the idea.

"Can I have a beer?" Samandriel asked as the first person showed up. Castiel looked ready to refuse, but Gabriel slapped him on the back as one of his work friends came in.

"Sure. You're not going to get one when we go out."

"Is that wise?" Castiel asked tiredly.

"Hey, you're Jimmy Novak!" Gabriel's friend announced too loudly. Castiel blinked, and cocked his head.

"For tonight, why don't you call me Castiel. And you are?"

"Baldur."

Castiel nodded, and sipped his own drink, turning to watch as Gabriel handed Samandriel a bottle of beer. Sam watched, anticipating a meltdown, but it seemed like Castiel was happy to let Samandriel drink this one time. Dean slapped Sam on the back, and passed him a drink.

"It's your bachelor party, you can't be sober."

Sam took the drink and took a huge mouthful as Andy appeared in the front room, chattering away to Gabriel's other friend, Nick, who Sam had only met once. Nick zeroed in on Dean, slinging an arm around him as though they were old friends.

"So, you looking to get lucky now Gabe and Sam are tying the knot?" He introduced himself. Dean eyed him, and silently lifted his left hand, showing his wedding ring before flipping Nick off. Sam snorted into his beer, as Gabriel handed him another one.

"Gabe," Sam started, but Gabriel pressed a finger against his mouth.

"Mini me, it's our bachelor party. If you're not going to get drunk and then seduce me while they're all passing out, there's no point."

"Seduce you," Sam snorted. "More like jump you."

Dean moved away before he had to hear any more, and Bobby took charge.

"We're not going to just sit around this house and be boring, are we? Let's go."

Sam bent down and kissed Gabriel firmly, then necked both his drinks and let Gabriel drag him out of the door.

Sam wasn't sure where they were. He wasn't sure how long he'd been here. He wasn't sure where the bright swirling lights were coming from or why the music was thudding a baseline through his veins. He wasn't sure what he'd been drinking or how much, though he vaguely remembered Dean and Gabriel both insisting on shots … at some point in the night. He didn't know where most of their friends were.

But he knew he was drunk. He knew he was dancing with Gabriel, grinding up against him, all his normal inhibitions gone. He knew his chest thumped along with the music, speeding up whenever he made contact with Gabriel. And then they were off the dancefloor, Gabriel's hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He took a seat and wiped his forehead, and Sam smirked at him as the best drunken idea came to him.

He started swaying to the music, in a way he would never normally be confident enough to do unless it was in their bedroom. Gabriel lifted an eyebrow, and Sam leaned forward, bracing himself on Gabriel's shoulder.

"It's our bachelor party and there's no strippers yet!"

He had to shout to be heard over the music.

"Right?"

"Want a lap dance?"

Gabriel threw his head back and laughed as Sam righted himself, and continued dancing, throwing a leg over Gabriel's, and almost straddling him, but trying to resist contact. He started rolling his body, keeping a distance but getting closer and closer, his hips snapping close to Gabriel's groin. Gabriel ran his hands over Sam's chest, and he pulled away, shaking his head, just as a bouncer came over and made a clear enough gesture that, if they continued, they would be out. Sam shifted his position, sitting on Gabriel's lap and throwing an arm around him.

"We're getting married!" Sam declared.

"It's not that kind of club," the bouncer persisted. Gabriel pulled Sam closer.

"It won't happen again." Gabriel reassured him. The bouncer shot them another look, and walked away. Gabriel nuzzled close to his ear. "At least, not in this club. Give me a lap dance when we get home. And take your clothes off."

"Yes sir!"

Gabriel laughed. He must have been as drunk as Sam.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

Sam pushed closer, kissing Gabriel's cheek, feeling him turn his head, tasting the alcohol on his breath, his breath brushing against his cheek in a rhythm that worked with the music, and he lost sense of time all over again. All he cared about was how much he loved Gabriel, how awesome it was that everything seemed to fit into the beat of the music, that it was going to be an amazing wedding, and that he could not wait to get home to be with Gabriel properly.

They all stumbled home together, Gabriel's friends singing loudly with Andy; Castiel and Samandriel taking care of a Dean who was drunk but wouldn't admit to it; and Sam and Gabriel clinging to each other. Andy was also pushing Bobby's wheelchair along, who didn't seem completely happy with the arrangement. Gabriel let them into the house, and turned to their friends.

"I am taking Sam up to our bedroom to ravish him completely," his voice was over-loud, ringing through the otherwise silent street. "Be careful of our dog if you're crashing here."

And he pulled Sam up the stairs, leaving their friends to either crash in their house and sleep or go home. As soon as they were shut away in their bedroom, Sam pushed him on the bed and set some music playing, slow and sensual.

"I owe you a lap dance," he announced.

"And stripping."

"And stripping." Sam agreed, slowly dancing over to Gabriel, their eyes locked together. Sam could feel himself sobering up even as he lifted a hand and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, rolling his body once again, wiggling his hips within Gabriel's reach, taking his time to expose his chest. Gabriel strayed a hand towards one of his pecs, and he stepped away, before throwing his shirt at Gabriel.

"Don't tease me," Gabriel warned him. Sam gave his most innocent look back.

"It's called a strip tease, Gabriel. Now shut up and worship my body."

"I'm a tactile person, I like to feel the things I appreciate."

"Then touch my ass more."

"Put that in your vows."

Sam smirked, and started sliding his hands along his belt, slowly unbuckling it. With one hand he pulled the belt out of the pants loops, and with the other hand he cupped himself, keeping his gaze firmly on Gabriel's face. Gabriel's expression was a slack, his mouth gaping open as he watched Sam like he was hypnotised.

Sam slowly inched closer, easing his jeans down his legs, unafraid to touch himself with Gabriel's attention on him. Gabriel made a strangled noise, but didn't reach out again in case Sam stepped away. But this time, he straddled Gabriel's lap, kicking his pants off all the way as he settled onto Gabriel's lap, grabbing Gabriel's hands and sliding them along his body as he continued to writhe along to the music. Gabriel still seemed stunned as he closed the minute distance between them, catching Sam's lips with his own. And then the strip tease was over, and they were falling back on the bed, giggling as they stripped Gabriel off as well, rolling over on the covers, grabbing at each other, rutting together, lost in their own world.

"You're so fucking hot," Gabriel whispered as Sam finally pulled off his underpants. Sam laughed, and started nibbling along his collarbone. "Seriously, Sam. I still can't believe I have you. Can't believe we're getting married."

"What would make you believe it?" Sam mumbled against his skin.

"God knows."

"Hmmmm, well, until then," he sucked hard on Gabriel's neck, and slowly caressed Gabriel's stomach with one hand, sliding all the way to the tip of Gabriel's dick. "I'm happy you're mine."

Gabriel grabbed at his hand, putting it more firmly on his cock. Sam moved to suck a hickey onto his chest, letting Gabriel dictate the hand job.

"Best bachelor party ever," Gabriel bit out, and then groaned. Sam laughed against his chest, and groaned too as his stomach slapped against Gabriel's skin, his own erection brushing against leg hair.

"And it's not over yet," he whispered, repositioning himself over Gabriel, letting their groins line up, scrabbling in the nearby drawer for the lube. Gabriel rolled him over, and took the lube off him, squeezing some out and massaging it around Sam's hole. He eased himself in, and Sam grabbed at the comforter, the sheets, the pillow, the headboard, anything he could reach out for to steady himself as Gabriel thrust into him. His head rushed from all the alcohol, his chest was burning, his heart beating so hard and fast that even Gabriel wouldn't be able to keep up. He was muttering incoherently, gasping for breath, and focused on the pattern his gasps made with Gabriel's as his entire lower half was set alight.