Chapter 38- Gabriel POV
Sam's behavior left him flabbergasted, not only did she stand up to Lucifer, but he thought she made headway with him? No wonder he fell in love with her. Perhaps a few more conversations might have him receptive to demobilizing the Apocalypse.
Sam slumbered the rest of the night as he tossed and turned, unable to even regulate his own body temperature. He laid there with as much patience as he could muster. When the morning came, he couldn't bear to leave her side. He greeted her with a full smile, feeling more optimistic than he had before. He dragged her downstairs to help him make breakfast for the gang.
Gabriel handed each person an Irish coffee as they stumbled in. Chuck was especially pleased with that. He set the plates of food on the table, family style. Now that all members were present, he clapped his hands together.
"First, I would like to apologize for starting the Apocalypse. It wasn't my intention. Though last year I could have gone either way. However, I believe there are only a few outcomes. Regardless; Heaven, Earth, and Hell need a shake down."
Their mouths were hanging open at his admission and Bobby was the only one that made a comment, "Dear Lord. What are you, P.R. for the Apocalypse now?"
Castiel was the only one to openly agree with him.
"As of right now, we have a loose plan of separation and distraction. There is a considerable amount of research and prep work we need to do. We are running out of time. He gestured toward Sam, "Sammy, can you look for omens? There will be a few popping up around the country, so catalog all of them. Some will be of the Apocalypse and some will be the Antichrist. We need to distinguish both."
"Bobby, we are going to need a few extra troops to help with diversionary tactics, can you reach out to hunters and witches?" His mouth was full now, so he nodded. "Dean, you and Cass should tag team. We are facing Raphael and Michael along with a showdown with Lucifer himself. You're a strategist, can you two formulate potential plans they may try to use against us?" His next comment was aimed more to Cass, " And we are going to need a weapon. A relic touched by the hand of God, maybe?" Castiel nodded his head.
Chuck looked up, "What should I do?"
Gabriel grabbed his shoulders from behind and started massaging him. "Just relax and let your visions flow. I moved some of your stuff to your room. You'll be staying here for your own protection."
Chuck and Bobby both were surprised by this statement. He addressed the group, "Look, I know this isn't ideal, but if we stick together we will make it through." He gave a crooked smile, "And not for nothing, but if all else fails, heaven awaits you."
Dean rolled his eyes, "You're really boosting morale here..."
"Shut up Dean. I will personally protect each of your souls." With that last comment breakfast was finished up and they set about their tasks.
Bobby scratched gruffly at his beard and approached Gabriel, "As much as I like having the kids over, I can only accommodate so many people… Especially if I'm gonna' be calling more folks here. There's a lot of land, is there some way for you to… I don't know, whip up a house next door?"
With a big grin, "That's a great idea Papa Bear!"
Bobby scowled, "Don't call me that."
Gabriel looked around, "Okay, I'll limit it to when no ones around. How's that?" Bobby just mumbled and retreated to the office to call people.
The house Gabriel whipped up was ordinary. It had the familiarity of Bobby's, but cleaner with less cracks in the walls. He mimicked the safe room in the basement, and a full library, only he added the much needed infirmary. There were five bedrooms, one of which had two sets of bunk beds. He thought he went a little overboard including private bathrooms for each of the bedrooms, but humans have an awful lot of needs.
Gabriel called Sam over to do a final walk through of the house with him. He was relieved because she helped him stock up on a lot of the basics. " Okay babe, you want to see the best part?"
Sam raised her eyebrows, "The library?"
It didn't surprise him she assumed it was the best part because he obviously saved it for last. "Duhhhh." There was no squeak when he opened the door, just books lining the room, wall to wall bookcases. "I'm sure you guys will be using this room often. It has a great collection."
She ran her finger along the spines of the books, she saw a lot of ancient books. Ranging from Latin to Spanish, in Paganism and Christianity. Old books, some look written in blood.
He shrugged, "There aren't really organized other than language, then chronologically. I can translate any of them for you, but it is always better to read it in its original context."
Sam stuck her tongue out at him, "I can read most of this."
"You can, but some of the other goons can't. Afterall, I can think of many things you can do that they can't, especially with that pretty pink tongue if yours."
Sam took a few steps forward, swaying her hips in such a delicious manner, "Are you suggesting that we christen this house?"
"Now I am."
She teased him, "I don't know, you said were running out of time." She ran her hand over his crotch.
His eyes narrowed, "Oh sweetheart, we have all the time in the world."
She pressed into him and licked his lips. "Maybe not for a roll, but certainly for this." Sam dropped to her knees and unbuckled his pants. He loved how hard she could make him in a moment's notice. She liberated his cock from his pants and slid his boxers down to his ankles. He could feel her warm breath on him and ached for his dick to be somewhere hotter.
She ran her hands up his legs and took the base of his cock in her hand. Sam's eyes held a devilish glint as she looked up at him before running her tongue from groin to tip.
He shivered under touch and closed his eyes tightly. He hadn't even opened them before she took his entire length into her mouth. He gripped her shoulder tightly to steady himself. Thankful that he did, his body convulsed as she moaned. Her mouth full of him, sending vibrations all the way down to his feet. Sam took her time releasing him, making sure to leave a pool of saliva along his shaft. She swallowed him again, his cock pushing against the back of her throat. He finally ran his hands through her hair, as her head bobbed back and forth.
Through their connection, he knew she was happily quasi gagging on him, and he was getting so close. Sam's knees slid further apart on the floor, and she began to orgasm when he mentally stroked her sweet spot. She continued to groan until they both crested. Gabriel throbbed between her lips before she pulled back and sat on her heels.
He looked down at her smug grin and gave her his own twisted smile before extending his hands to help her up. Pulling her into a kiss he tasted himself on her. It was a beautiful claim and submission.
She made a circle motion around her privates, "Do you mind… I'm quite.. Wet." Gabriel snapped his fingers and she was fresh as a daisy. She asked, "Back to reality?"
He breathed out and pulled up his pants, "After that? Let a man have a cigarette."
She laughed, "You don't smoke."
He reached out to grab her hand, "No, but it wouldn't kill me."
AN: Ah, I know this chapter was mostly smut, and I haven't quite figured out POV but I hope you don't mind so much. Hopefully I will have another chapter up sooner rather than later.