A/N: Hey, so I'm back. Sorry it's been so long, I had a lot of problems coming back to this fic after I had to rewrite the previous two chapters, the chapter I planned didn't work anymore and I've been struggling to put it back to get. I'm trying to get back on track, so if this chapter is a bit - well, rubbish, I'm extra sorry.
Warning: Spelling/Grammar mistakes.
Gabriel sighed tiredly, stepping out of the Impala. Claire had already leapt out of the car and stomped off towards the stairs, Riot at her heels. Gabriel watched her go sadly, the anger had suffocated them all the way from Missouri.
"Gabe?" Sam said softly from his side, the younger man's large hand settling heavily on his shoulder, "You okay?"
Blinking slowly, Gabriel turned to watch a tired Dean leading an equally exhausted Kevin Tran across the garage. Their plans for the second's trial suspended, at least for a day or two. Gabriel wasn't sure how to feel about that, in all honestly. Part of him was grateful for the stay of execution, while the other half just wanted to get it over with. The waiting only heightening his anxiety and fear.
Closing his eyes for a moment, the ex-archangel took a deep breath and inclined his head. "I'm fine." He whispered, and stepped out from under the heavy weight of Sam's hand. Dragging himself to the stairs, he paused, looking back to where Sam had slumped back against the side of the Impala, his head lowered, though not far enough to obscure Gabriel's view of the man's tired, sorrowful frown. A wave of regret flooded through him, and he sighed, lifting his hand to rub at his eyes. Maybe he'd overreacted, a little. It really wasn't Sam's fault Claire had gotten turned into a vampire. He knew better than anyone how stubborn Claire could be when she set her mind to it.
Deep down, Gabriel knew that it hadn't really been about what had happened to Claire, it was his own fears and insecurities. The fear of losing the only family he had left. He was angry at himself for not being strong enough, not being himself. He should have been able to protect Claire, if he'd still been an angel, he could have found Claire before anything had happen. – Hell, if he'd been an angel, he wouldn't have been left behind, he would have been right there with them. He was weak, and he hated it. He hated not being in control of his life anymore. Once he'd been free to do what he wanted, go where he pleased. Help those who needed it, while punishing those who deserved it.
Now he was standing on the sidelines watching the game carry on without him, and it was slowly killing him.
And on top of all that, was the all too human fear that the person he loved, would eventually tire of him. Would eventually leave him. It was only a matter of time, wasn't it? Because while he loved Sam, the hunter clearly didn't feel the same way. – Surely, he would have said so by now, if he did.
You're just a convenience. Dean's words still haunted him, twisting like a knife deeper and deeper. He'll never love you like he loved her.
Shaking off the thoughts, he watched as Sam pushed himself off the Impala and looked up, their eyes meeting across the garage. Gabriel's heart stuttered at the look in Sam's hazel eyes, and he swallowed thickly. "Coming?" Gabriel whispered around the lump in his throat. Sam looked uncertain, even as he moved forward. "It's late, Sammy." He added with a yawn, even though it really wasn't all that late. Barely 8pm. "Let's go to bed."
Sam stalled for a second a few feet from Gabriel, eyes searching. "You sure?" he asked cautiously.
With a nod, Gabriel held out his hand to the younger man. Sam hurried forward, taking the ex-archangel's hand in a firm hold, a relieved breath leaving his lungs.
They strolled through the now familiar corridors of the bunker in silence, side by side. After a few feet, Sam slid his fingers free of Gabriel's, causing the angel to look up at him worriedly. Sam smiled reassuringly and slid his arm around the shorter man's shoulders, tugging him closer. Instinctively, Gabriel wrapped his own arm around the hunter's waist, sighing contentedly when Sam pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
Sam may not love him, but he clearly wanted him, and that was enough. Gabriel decided. It had to be.
_(*o*)_
Sam jerked awake, inhaling sharply as pain blossomed in his ribs. Turning over he found Gabriel was still asleep, his usual peaceful features contorted with terror, and Sam's stomach plummeted. It had been a long while since Gabriel had suffered from nightmares. There was only one possibly reason for their return, and it twisted the knife deep in Sam's chest.
"Gabe." He whispered quietly, his hand gently shaking at his shoulder, "Gabe, it's just a dream. Gabriel, wake up." He ordered softly, but the man was too lost in whatever it was he was reliving.
Shifting up on the bed, Sam slid his arm beneath the smaller man's body, pulling him up so his back rested against Sam's chest. He closed his arms around the ex-archangel, holding tight as he pressed his face into the man's hair. "It's alright, Gabe. I've got you. Your safe." He promised. "I'll keep you safe." he swallowed thickly, closing his eyes against the tears welling up. He wanted to say more, only for the words to crumble to ash on his tongue, the vision of fire and death flooding his mind.
_(*o*)_
Gabriel sipped at the mug of coco while strolling back through the crow's nest, his hair in disarray. He'd been drawn from his bed but absence of a certain giant hunter.
He let his eyes flutter around over the desks to Sam. They'd made up less that twenty-four hours ago, but there was still something off between them, and he knew exactly what it was, but it was the reason that Sam was sat in the Library, reading, instead of being in his bed.
Licking at his lips, he stepped quietly forward, eyes fixed on Sam as the hunter sat bowed over books and papers. It had been almost a week now since they'd last had sex. The longest they'd been physically distant since Sam had re-entered Gabriel's life. He knew it was his own fault. Now that the anger had dissipated. He'd been irrational. Overly protective. Stubborn. – Mostly he'd been scared though. Scared of losing the only family he had left.
With his mug in one hand, Gabriel stepped up behind the hunter and threaded his fingers through Sam's hair, curling and pulling lightly on the strands. "Come on, Sasquatch, let's to bed."
Sam leant into the touch naturally, but didn't stop reading. "You go, I'll be there in a minute."
Gabriel exhaled dramatically, "It's 1am Sam, it's not going anywhere." He reached past him to close the book. Sam's hand slamming down on the page, so it was sandwiched between the covers. "You can get back to it in the morning."
"I just want to finish the file. We need to organize Kevin's…."
Gabriel shook his head, leaning over to put his mug on the table, while simultaneously yanking Sam's head back to capture his lips in a blazing kiss. He couldn't persuade or order Sam to bed, he'd just have to lure him there. After all Sam was still a young viral man, and it had been days since they'd banged.
Just as predicted, Sam fed off the kiss, the book forgotten as he pulled his hand free to curl his own fingers into Gabriel's tangled hair, deepening the kiss to an almost pornographic level.
Moaning wantonly into his young lover's mouth, Gabriel throw his leg over Sam, crawling into his lap and rocking his hips, Sam seemed to get the idea and shoved his hands beneath the robe and under the t-shirt until his fingers could claw at the warm flesh.
So Sam was in the mood for it rough, huh? Well, Gabriel was alright with that, he could play that game as well as anyone. Tightening his fingers in Sam's hair, he tore his mouth away, yanking the hunter's head back hard, eliciting a hiss, then claimed his mouth to his lover's throat, sucking ruthlessly on the flesh before sinking his teeth in. Sam let out a deep dirty moan of delight that went straight to Gabriel's dick, and he thrust it hard into Sam's stomach, showing him just what the sound did to him.
Sam's nails dug further into the ex-archangel's back, he knew he'd have marks come morning, and really didn't care. He wouldn't be alone. He sucked harder, his teeth holding firm to the flesh beneath his lips, until eventually delivering the king of hickeys wasn't enough for him.
Releasing the hunter's throat, Gabriel leant back, meeting Sam's heavy dark gaze as he shrugged out of his robe, then ripped the t-shirt over his head. Sam's hands were on him the whole time, yanking him forward to press his lips to the bare expanse of his chest, kissing his way from collar to sternum, to nipple. Gabriel groaned, head rolling back while he thrust forward.
While Sam occupied himself with Gabriel's nipple, sucking and rolling the small bud between his teeth, the ex-archangel's hands fumbled with the younger man's jeans, miraculously getting them open and shoving his hand inside to grope at the large solid cock. He smiled at the sound of Sam's breath hitching and the choked off groan of pleasure that swiftly followed.
Sam lifted his head, slipping both hands beneath Gabriel's arms and lifting him, while standing. Gabriel instantly wrapped his legs around the younger man's waist, his arms clinging to his neck as Sam shoved back the chair and slid the ex-archangel onto the desk he'd previously been working so diligently at, causing the books and papers to tumble to the floor, the sound of breaking ceramic ringing around the room, as Gabriel's coco joined the shower of paper and leather. – Later Sam would swear and thank god that the coco hadn't spread to papers, but at the moment he didn't even register the incident. Gabriel however simply prayed Claire was asleep or at least wouldn't come to investigate, because selfishly he really didn't want to stop.
Sam was stretched out over him, grinding against his ass while devouring his mouth. Sam frantically rutted against him for long agonizing seconds until it just wasn't enough and he pulled back, his fingers gripping the waist band of Gabriel's sweats, yanking them almost violently down and off, tossing them haphazardly away. Instantly moving on to his own jeans.
Gabriel laid there watching with heavy lidded eyes as more and more of Sam's flesh was revealed, his own cock glistening with pre-cum. He reached for it, stroking slowly until Sam battered his hand away and replaced his smaller fingers with his own rougher callused ones, moving in sharp rough motions that had Gabriel gasping for breath in seconds, his back arching off the table and his eyes rolling back into his head. His legs tightened around Sam's hips, pulling him closer, moaning loudly when he felt Sam's heavy cock brush seductively against his balls.
"Keep quiet." Sam ordered breathlessly.
Gabriel looked up at him flushed, sweat peppering his face, his own features twitching as Sam gave another sharp tug. "Ah…yes. It's hard when y-you keep…ahh."
Sam grinned wicked, repeating the motion while leaning forward to recapture Gabriel's mouth.
Gabriel fucked up into Sam's hand as they made-out whimpering pathetically when Sam pulled away again to suck on his fingers. Gabriel wriggled in anticipation, his dick growing harder. IF that was even possible.
He relaxed back against the polished wood, staring up at the white washed and stained ceiling. He lifted his other leg, setting the heel on the edge of the table, his leg falling to the side, displaying himself wantonly to Sam's hungry gaze. That seemed to be the last straw for Sam.
He pulled his fingers from his mouth with a wet pop and reached down to press a single slick finger against the older man's hole. Gabriel chuckled as those hazel eyes went black with lust, widening with surprise.
"What?" Gabriel chuckled, panting. "We h-haven't done anything for d-days, I got bored."
Sam let out a little growl, yanking his hand back and repositioning himself. Spitting on his palm, he gave his cock a quick swipe before gripping the base and guiding his member slowly into Gabriel.
"Fuck," Gabriel shouted, body jerking at the invasion. While he was relaxed and already prepared, there was still a spark of pain.
"Shhh." Sam growled, slamming one hand over the man's mouth, his other hand at the man's hip, gripping him tight. "Claire." He reminded.
The pace was punishing and almost brutal. A weeks' worth of built up frustration, anger and worry fueling the younger Winchester. Gabriel didn't try to shake off Sam's hand, he just fixed his gaze with the younger man's. Allowing Sam to ruthlessly propel them both towards climax. Gabriel's nails biting deep into the man's shoulders, drawing blood.
The library echoed with the sound of the table groaning under their combined weight, the legs scratching at the floor as they were forced across the polished boards. Gabriel's muffled moans and Sam's loud grunts.
Gabriel's teeth were buried into the flat of Sam's hands when his orgasm finally hit him hard, his whole body seizing up as he exploded his release all over himself, and Sam, who was still thrusting mercilessly, moaning at the added tightness of Gabriel's body.
Then Sam was tumbling over the precipice and Gabriel could feel his warm seed flooding in to him, coating his inner walls. The thrill sending a shiver thought his whole body. If Gabriel had anything left in him, he'd have come again from the sensation. He grunted as Sam's large heavy body collapsed over him, the man's face pressing into the curve of Gabriel's sweat coated neck, his warm breath playing over the damp flesh. Gabriel closed his eyes and waited for his heart to stop hammering manically against his ribs.
He let his legs slip limply from Sam's hips to hang over the edge of the table, his fingers brushing lazily across Sam's back.
"Well…" Gabriel panted, his eyes closed; savoring the feel of Sam's body against his again. "That was pretty intense, and incredible. – Maybe we should fight more often."
Sam lifted his head to glare down at him. "No." he snapped, surging forward to press a firm kiss to Gabriel's slack mouth. Then he dropped his head back down against Gabriel's neck and grumbled something into the damp flesh.
"What was that?" Gabriel asked softly.
Reluctantly, and much to Gabriel's displeasure, Sam lifted his weight off, getting to his feet. He smiled down at Gabriel, "I said you're gonna be the death of me." He lied.
Gabriel chuckled, pushing himself up. "If you go like, you're welcome."
Sam looked at him softly, stepping back in between his legs. Sipping his hand over Gabriel's jaw, he lowered his mouth to the ex-archangel's, kissing him gently. Gabriel lifted his arms, wrapping them around the hunter's shoulders with a soft moan.
"What the fuck!" The pair snapped apart, turning their heads to stare at a furious Dean. "Seriously, what the hell!" he yelled again.
Sam dropped his hands to cover his junk while taking a side step to conceal Gabriel's naked body. "Uh, I… You're back?"
"No shit, Sherlock."
"Hey, Dean-o." Gabriel waved, leaning around Sam to wave at the other Winchester. "What you doing home so early? Finally fucked every girl in town?"
"Gabe." Sam growled, "I didn't expect you back until morning." He defended.
"So you thought it would be okay to fuck in the library? What about Claire and Kevin? Don't you think they've been through enough trauma without seeing…?" He waved at them.
Sam dropped his gaze, guiltily. "We got - carried away."
"Well, just keep it in the bedroom, man. I – we don't want to see…" he gave another frustrated wave, gaging as he turned to march away. "I'm going to bed." He announced, "At least disinfect that fucking table before you
"Shit." Sam swore, as his brother vanished. He hurriedly gathered his clothes. Tossing Gabriel his robe and sweats. "He was just getting used to us."
"It's not a big deal, Sammy. It's not as if you haven't walked in on him doing it."
Sam looked up, narrowing his eyes, "This is different Gabe, you know that. He'd right, it could have been Claire or Kevin."
Gabriel let out a long sigh, "Yeah. – Maybe next time you'll come to bed when I ask." He couldn't help but smirk.
Sam stared at him, mouth hanging open, scandalized. Gabriel chuckled, sliding off the desk and stepping into his sweats. He looked up at Sam's moan, following his gaze to where he'd left a streak of cum on the table top. Looking back at Sam, Gabriel grinned wickedly. "It was worth it though."
"Yeah." Sam agreed after a long second, stepping forward to wipe at the table with his t-shirt, while pecking at Gabriel's lips.
