Sam woke slowly to something wet against the inside of his thigh, groaning he reached down blindly to wipe at it only to find his fingertips tingling as they met hair. Blinking himself fully awake Sam dropped his gaze and inhaled sharply at the sight of Gabriel's head, the man's tongue playing slowly up his thigh to the crease at the top of his leg. His whiskey warm gaze flicking up to meet Sam's with lush and mischief.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" he asked huskily, sex practically dripping from his tongue.
Sam moaning filthily his fingers parting to threat through the ex-angel's fine soft hair, his hip craning upward invitingly. "Yes." he grunted, his eyes heavily and insistent.
Gabriel grinned wickedly as he slowly dragged his tongue up the velvet steel shaft of Sam's impressive length, swirling leisurely at the head, teasing.
Sam groaned pathetically, his breath catching, his head rolling back against the pillow while his fingers tightened even further, causing Gabriel to moan, his tongue taking an unhurried trek back down the length.
Sam allowed the sensations to flow through him, savouring the measured pace of Gabriel's attention. Gasping and bulking when the older man finally parted his lips and swallowed him entirely. The head of his weeping cock brushing the back of the other man's throat. "Ah..." he half breathed, half groaned. "I...love... - that." his thighs trembling with the intensity of the swiftly approaching orgasm.
Gabriel made a noise that caused his throat to constrict, dragging Sam to the finish almost violently. He looked down, forcing his eyes to stay open and fixed as he watched Gabriel continue to swallow, small beads of cum and spit seeping out of the corners of his mouth, his lips tightened around Sam's withering cock.
Spend and wrung out, Sam fell back against the pillow, breathing heavy and glistening with sweat, his eyes closed as he fought to regain his equalibrium. He barely registered the weight leaving the bed breifly, not until it was back, stretched over him. Hot flesh pressed to hot flesh and damp swollen lips teasing his own. He instantly surrendered to them, opening his mouth, groaning pleasantly at the taste of himself. His hand lifted to cradle the back of his lover's head as they lost themselves in the kiss.
It felt like forever since they'd done this, and part of Sam couldn't help but wonder if he was dreaming. He felt the heavy weight of Gabriel's own erection and instinctively parted his legs.
If anyone had told Sam two years ago, hell one year ago that he'd crave the feeling of having another man inside him, he'd probably would have laughed. Yet, he did. In a bizarre way it was the most connected he'd ever felt to another living soul in all his life. Sex with Gabriel was mutually satisfying in a way he hadn't even thought possible. It was incredible, powerful. He wouldn't say sex before had been bad. He'd never say he hadn't felt connected to Jessica, or Madison, Sarah or Ruby. It was just a different kind of connection. - And it was hard to believe he'd almost missed out of feeling it. If he'd never returned, he'd never have known.
Gabriel broke the kiss, pushing himself up, his palms pressing either side of Sam's head into the thick pillow. Looking down, his thin yet swollen lips curving into a satisfied smirk. He didn't say anything, instead leaning forward to press another brief kiss to Sam's lips before stretching across to yank open the nightstand draw, where he frantically ruffled around for the tube.
"Huh-uh!" he announced in triumph, leaning back to grin down at Sam.
Sam lifted his knees, bracing his feet flat against the mattress and waited for Gabriel. The ex-angel made himself comfortable between Sam spread legs and emptied what was left of the lube onto his fingers.
Sam's back arched off the bed at the first touch of Gabriel's slick fingers caressing his entrance. "Ah...yes. Ah...f-fuck." he groaned loudly, eyes fluttering closed. "M-more." he panted.
"Impatient much."
"Damn...straight." Sam gritted out through clenched teeth.
Gabriel chuckled huskily, bending forward to press his open mouth to his lovers toned torso, grinning at the feel of the muscles fluttering at his touch. He gave another sweep with his slick finger before pressing at the tight hole, demanding entry. Sam exhaled a long serene sigh and let his whole body relax. When it did Gabriel's finger easily slipped past the barrier. Sam took a sharp breath, arching his back. His fingers curled tightly into the sheets and flexed when Gabriel worked at his inner walls, teasing and tempting them to loosen further.
Taking his time, Gabriel prepared the younger man. Enjoying himself as he drove the hunter crazy with his leisurely pace.
Sam rocked against the fingers, his internal muscles clenching as one finger became two, then three. He was breathless and peppered with sweat, his moans echoing off the tile and concrete walls, thankful that he no longer had to worry about the flimsiness of hotel walls.
Unfurling his fingers from the sheets he reached out for the Gabriel, gliding one palm up the older man's arm to grab at his shoulder, while Gabriel arched over him, right arm holding himself up while the other hand worked to stretch him open. Sam's other hand found the back of the ex-angel's head, pulling him closer so as to capture his mouth. His teeth teasing at Gabriel's lower lip before he dove in for a deeper exploratory kiss.
By the time Gabriel was breaking for air, Sam's body was relaxed and open. Gabriel drew his fingers free and sat back on his heels, reaching for the last of the lube. "A drug store trip is needed." he muttered, tossing the empty flat tube across the room to land near the door.
"As...soon as we're...done." Sam gasped, grinning brightly while lifting his legs, hands gripping the backs of his knees. He sucked in a sharp welcome breath when Gabriel's hard slick cock stretched him further while forcing its way into his ass. The deeper Gabriel got the more his body shook, Sam's legs slipping easily from his grasp to press against his lovers hips.
Once Gabriel was comfortably buried to the hilt, after what felt like eternity, he took a moment. Looking down at Sam, the fingers of his right hand combing gently though the over long brown strands of hair. Sam looked up into those warm amber eyes and brushed at the man's swollen lower lip with his thumb.
They just lay there, pressed flesh to flesh staring at one another in a suddenly silent room. Sam licked at his lips. That now familiar warmth spread through his chest and he closed the gap between them to kiss Gabriel, soft, slow and tender.
The desperation of a few seconds ago faded into something else. Something deep and meaningful. Gabriel slowly withdrew, both his mouth and his hips, before thrusting forward. Sam's body jerk with the motion, but his gaze remained locked with Gabriel's.
When they'd started this, Sam had expected and wanted a quick and rough fuck, but now...? Now he wanted it to last forever. Gabriel moved within him at a slow but unrelenting pace, Sam rocking up to meet each of the man's thrusts. Sweat pooled in every valley of Sam's body, made worse by the small beads dripping down from Gabriel's over heated form.
Gabriel shifted angle and Sam's breath hitched, back arching with the spark of pleasure that shot up his spine.
The moans that had echoed off the walls were now nothing by breathless gasps and muttered declarations of pleasure and perfection.
It couldn't last though, the need to orgasm crept up on them all too soon and Gabriel couldn't hold back any longer. The rock of his hips changed to rough snaps, and Sam's eyelids drifted closed. The room was once again filled with loud moans and pants.
Sam was surprised by his second orgasm in as many minutes, his whole body trembling. He was still shaking when he felt Gabriel go ridged and wet heat pouring into him. Sam clenched tightly around Gabriel's still thrusting cock until the ex-angel collapsed against him, his quick warm breath teasing at Sam's damp chest.
They lay there, still connected, just existing while the world carried on without them.
_What Doesn't Kill You_
Dean threw back the covers and hurriedly grabbed his jeans. He didn't look back at the bed, didn't want to face what he'd done. Again. He just needed to get out. Away from the shame. Away from the pain. - Away from the truth.
_What Doesn't Kill You_
Sam hadn't been running in ages. It wasn't about not that the time, but rather not having the desire to, but today he felt incredible. Alive and awake, ready to face the world in a way he hadn't in a very long time. He knew it was because the fear and worry concerning Gabriel had released its death grip. Gabriel was looking and obviously feeling much better, if the last two mornings were any indication. That pale half dead look the older man had been sporting for months was finally fading and he had a spring in his step. He was almost like the old Gabriel again, minus the power outage.
Sam jogged up the dirt path and then down the concrete steps, sweat dripping from his damp hair and peppering his skin. He pushed open the large iron door and took a slow stroll along the corridor until he reached the second door. Stepping back into his home, Sam took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief, glad that the only sound was that of the iron slamming behind him.
He let his gaze flicker towards the library as he tugged out his earbuds, smiling warmly at the sight of Claire, who had her head bowed over a pile of books and papers. She'd been buried in school work, elbow deep, for weeks, trying to catch up on what she'd missed so she could graduate. "Hey." He called breathlessly.
"Hey, Pops." She replied, not even bothering to look up, simply waving her pencil at him, and Sam smirked. He still couldn't believe that he was Pops. Did he look like a pops to anyone? He was way too young, but Gabriel was an expert at Rock, Paper, Scissors apparently, so here he was, Pops Winchester.
Sam shook his head and turned to head for the kitchen, desperate to quench his thirst. Gabriel met him half way, a cold bottle of water in hand. Sam grinned gratefully down at his lover, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. – Unsurprised when the ex-archangel hooked his fingers in the neck of Sam's sweat soaked shirt to thrust his tongue as far as it could reach into his mouth, without ending Sam's life.
"For god's sake, you've got a friggin' room." Dean groaned, interrupting the pair and causing Sam to swiftly break the contact.
He watched his brother stomp off down the corridor before disappearing into the kitchen, and Sam exhaled.
"You need to get him out of here, before I do something you'll regret." Gabriel grumbled thought gritted teeth, casually strolling pat the tall hunter. Thankfully there was no real venom in the threat.
Sam turned to follow. "Give him a break…."
"Don't tempt me." Gabriel huffed, humourlessly.
"Come, Gabe, after what Cass did…" Sam sighed, the memory of Castiel's betrayal of Dean, the pain in his brother's eyes as he'd filled Sam in on the events in the crypt.
Gabriel paused at the entrance of the crow's nest, turning to face Sam. "Which is precisely why I have been nice and kept my mouth shut the last couple weeks, but that hasn't stopped him baiting me and biting my head off at every turn. He even ripped into Claire yesterday, for nothing. She was just studying."
Sam closed his eyes, inhaling. He knew, he'd heard it from the hall and he pulled Dean up on it. They'd ended up yelling blue murder at one another in the middle corridor, Dean storming out to go get a drink. – He'd rolled back it at 2am that morning, stinking of sex according to Gabriel. Which wasn't a surprise to anyone.
"I think he needs to go kill something before we kill him." Gabriel continued.
Sam rubbed at the back of his neck. "I know," he sighed, "I'll find a case. Anything."
Gabriel nodded, carrying on across the open operations centre, his head turning to look into the library.
Sam debated going to have another word with Dean, or seeking refuge from the whole mess in the library with Claire, but shook his head. He stank and needed a shower. So he headed off after Gabriel, catching up to him quickly.
Stepping into the bedroom after Gabriel, Sam dropped down on the couch chugging the water, then reaching down to unlace his running shoes.
"Maybe you could take Claire with you?" Gabriel asked suddenly, making Sam start and look up.
"What?"
Gabriel shrugged from where he sat on the end of the bed. "She's been…feeling….lost, lately."
Sam frowned, leaning heavily on his knees. "She seems fine to me. She hasn't said anything."
"Why would she, she knows how you feel about her hunting." Gabriel reminded him. He leant back on his palms, body arching as he watched Sam stare back at him. "She's not fitting in the way she did in Indiana." He informed Sam calmly, "and well….we've all been kind of distracted lately. You and Dean heading out on hunts, me being sick, she hasn't got a date for prom."
Sam stared. "That's not for what, a month? She's still got time."
Gabriel rolled his eyes, huffing. "She's the new kid, Sam. She hasn't even bothered making friends, she's feeling…insecure, which considering everything that's happened, isn't a surprise. Is it?"
"And hunting with me and Dean is going to make her feel better?" he asked sceptically.
"It might help her feel like the floor isn't going to crumble beneath her again." Gabriel replied harshly. "Like she belongs here. – With you." He raised a brow meaningfully and Sam's stomach tightened at the implication.
Sam hadn't exactly been a stable foundation, had he? He's split the moment things had gotten…scary. Then he'd crashed back into her new safe and secure life, only to uproot her and drag her to Kansas. He shook his head at the memory of the last few months, the chaos. How he'd tried to keep her from hunting, insisted she go to school, go off to college. God, did she think he was rejecting her? Pushing her away?
"You might get your wish of her going to college, Sam, but if she doesn't feel like she belongs here, like we want her, she may never come back."
"Maybe that would be for the best." Sam muttered quietly.
Gabriel glared at him. "And how did that work out for you, Sam?" he spat, "cutting yourself off from your family? – Oh, I forgot, you didn't need anyone, did you? You had her." He shot to his feet, heading for the door. "Well, I'd rather not lose the closest thing I'll ever have to a daughter because she doesn't feel like she belongs here." He yanked open the door violently.
"Hey!" Sam snapped, shooting to his feet and quickly grabbing the other man by the shoulder, halting him.
"What?"
Sam narrowed his eyes. "We're not going to lose Claire." He insisted.
Gabriel huffed, shaking his head disbelievingly. "You're dad lost you."
Sam inhaled sharply at the reminder. It was something he knew he'd always regret, pushing his dad away as he'd done. Ignoring him for so many years, fighting with him constantly. "Claire isn't me." He muttered.
"You're right, he was your blood."
Sam forced Gabriel to turn and face him, gripping his shoulders firmly, meeting the man's fearful gaze. "A wise old drunk once said family don't end with blood. Claire may not be our blood but she's family and we're not going to lose her, whatever she does, wherever she goes. – And I'm make sure she knows that, okay."
Gabriel exhaled in a rush, dropping his gaze and letting his shoulders slump.
Sam took in every inch of the older man's features, the wrinkles and fine laughter lines around his eyes. He could see the insecurity without even looking for it. It wasn't just Claire Gabriel feared losing. Sam's chest tightened, his hands relinquishing the shorter man's shoulders to cradle his jaw, forcing his face up and their eyes to meet once again. Sam knew he had the words to set Gabriel's mind and heart at ease, reassure him that he belonged just as much as Claire did. – That he was loved.
Sam took a breath, opening his mouth to say them, only to feel them crumble on his tongue. The acid scent of sulpha, the heat of fire and the glow of blistering orange consuming human flesh burst to life in his mind. – Anger sparked inside him, why couldn't he just forget the past and focus on the future. Why couldn't he say the words he knew, deep down, where true.
Instead he lowered his mouth to Gabriel's and tried to express everything he felt, a silent confession he prayed Gabriel would understand and accept.
Blindly he closed the door.
_What Doesn't Kill You_
Sam slipped out of bed, smiling down at his sleeping ex-angel, and grabbed a pile of fresh clothes before heading for the bathroom. Sam allowed himself to get lost under the warm water, letting the spray wash away the sweat and regret. His mind replayed what Gabriel had said. He'd promised to talk to Claire, to try and convince her that she belonged with them. That no matter what this would be her home.
Gabriel has suggested taking Claire on a hunt with them, but Sam couldn't ignore how uneasily that idea sat with him. Gabriel has said himself, Claire wasn't fitting in at school, Claire had told him she was behind, which was why she was studying so much. Dragging her off on a hunt wasn't something Sam felt was right to do. Not with graduation around the corner.
She doesn't have a date for prom.
Sam's heart tightened at the thought of that. He'd been lucky to get a date for prom, but he knew people who didn't. He knew how humiliating it had been for them. If they'd stayed in Indiana she'd have at least had friends to go with, if things with Isaac had fallen through, but here she had no one. Maybe a hunt would at the very least, distract her from it all.
Drying off, Sam dressed and headed off towards her room. He found it empty, and decided that she had to be in the library, but there was no sign of her there either.
It took him almost twenty minutes to find her. Alone in the armoury, Claire stood, feet braced, gun in hand, taking shots at a paper target. He paused in the doorway watching Claire take perfect shots at the white paper, her features tense with concentration. Each bullet hitting its mark.
He smiled to himself as he watched her, remembering those few short weeks when he'd taught her how to shoot probably out the back of the house. For a few hours at least, Sam had felt normal for once.
The clip finally ran out and Sam stepped forward. "Hey." He smiled, drawing her attention finally. He looked down the aisle at the target, and gapped at the perfect cluster of holes. "Nice." He praised proudly.
"Thanks." She murmured, "It's a good stress reliever, and it's not like I have anything else to do around here."
Sam's gut clenched guilty. "Sorry, Claire. I know leaving Indiana hasn't been easy for you. Leaving your friends." He sighed, his own memories haunting him again. The friends and lovers he was forced to abandon because they had to keep moving. "I remember what that was like, and if things had been different…"
"Whatever." Claire said, raising her hand to take another shot.
Sam's hand quickly lifting to halt her. "Claire."
"I get it, okay." Claire said snappishly, lowering her arm. "I know why we left and I'm fine."
"Really? 'cause you don't…."
"I just feel…" she shrugged, "I don't know, trapped. It's like we've, me and Gabriel, have been locked away in this place while you and Dean get to go out and having all the fun."
"Claire, that's not…"
"Isn't it? I go to school, I come home, I eat, I study, and I sleep and start all over again. – But at least I have school, even if everyone hates me, at least I'm out of here for a while. Dad's stuck…." She snapped angrily, "He had a job, he had a life, and now….? Nothing. Just you and these concrete walls."
Sam dropped his gaze. He hadn't really given Claire and Gabriel's needs any consideration, he'd just wanted them safe. He leant against the partition, dragging his hand though his damp hair. "I guess I owe you both an apology." He said regretfully.
Claire sighed, turning to mirror Sam's stance. "I'm not blaming you, really. I'm glad you brought us here with you, rather than dumping us off in another town and leaving again. It's just… I don't know, I t feels like a prison sometimes. I know you don't want me hunting, I know you think I should have a normal life, but I can't, Pops. My life stopped being normal the day my dad walked out on me and my mom, and gave himself over to Castiel. There's no ignoring what's out there for me anymore. I lost my whole family but I found you guys and I just want to…." She trailed off as her throat closed up around the words.
Turning instantly, Sam pulled her into his arms, holding her tight, and his lips on her hair. "You know you're family, we love you as if you were our own." He choked out, "That is why I'm trying to protect you from this life. It destroys lives, Claire. It's taken my parents, my grandparents, my friends and my lovers, and I don't want your name on that list of the dead."
Claire pulled back, lifting her tear stained face. "I'm already on it. It's just a matter of where and when. Even if I go off to college, it's still going to find me, it found you. You can't run away from it. You tried."
"I know but I was different. I…they'd been following me, manipulating me since before I was born. They had a plan for me, and Dean. You don't have that."
"Says who?" She snapped, yanking herself from his hold. "Maybe this is where I'm meant to be, to carry on your work. To keep the family business going?"
Sam stared down at the teenager, his grandfather's words echoing in his head. "You're Winchesters. As long as we're alive, there's always hope..." Sam swallowed thickly, pulling Claire to him once more.
They stood silently in one another's embrace, silently soaking in the comfort and reassurance of each other. Eventually Claire extracted herself, stepping back and turning back to the target, reaching for her gun.
"Where did you find that anyway?" Sam asked, his voice rough with emotion.
Claire nodded to a door at the other end of the room.
"Of course." Sam rolled his eyes, remembering the weapon's cage. "Stupid question."
"Yep." Claire laughed, pulling the trigger. Three sharp, perfectly timed taps in the papers centre.
"Show off."
_What Doesn't Kill You_
Sam was beaten to finding a case by Dean, who cornered him in the library where he was going through the obituaries, Claire sat across from him checking her own laptop.
"What is it?" he asked calmly, his eyes already moving over the police report.
"It's a case. We leave in ten." Dean said distantly, already marching away.
Sam looked up from the paper to watch his brother vanish from sight, then he turned to look at Claire, weighing his options. He'd promised to take her on a hunt, he'd spent the last hour reviewing suitable possibilities, wanting something simple and safe. – Well as safe as he could get. – A possible vamp attack was not safe, it was far from safe.
It was as if Claire could read him mind, her whole body slumping in defeat and surrender. She pulled her lip between her teeth and Sam could practically yelling at him in her head. Sam's gaze flickered between the paper in his hand and Claire. Inhaling slowly he squared his shoulders while getting to his feet. "You heard him," Sam muttered, already moving to head back to his room, "we leave in ten, get moving."
Claire looked at him surprised and almost fearful, as if he was going to announce he was just kidding. Then she was out of her seat and rushing to her room while Sam slowly followed after her, his heart light and warm.
Dean wasn't going to be happy of course, but well he'd just have to suck it up. Claire was family now and she wanted in, and despite his fears, Sam had reluctantly agree to take her along. He hadn't given up hope of college in her future though, maybe if he actually showed her more of the life she supposedly wanted, she'd see just how hard and dangerous it could really be, and seek another path.
"Vampires?" Gabriel frowned worriedly as he watched Sam pack, "You're taking her to hunt vampires?" he huffed, unimpressed.
"You wanted me to let her get more involved. You were all for me supporting her hunting, and suddenly now you doing want her going?"
Gabriel glowered at him, "I wanted you to take her on a few salt and burns, let her feel like she's part of this," he waved his hand around aimlessly, "I didn't expect you to take her on actual hunts, Sam! Vampires are dangerous!"
Sam didn't meet his gaze as he ripped the zipper closed, "I'm fully aware of how dangerous vampires are, thank you." He huffed, frustration tainting his tone. When he looked up Gabriel was still glaring at him. "Look, this might work in our favour,"
"Our favour?" Gabriel seethed, brow quirked.
Sam rolled his eyes. "If she see just how really dangerous this life is, she might give up this ridiculous desire to be a part of it, and actually listen to us and go to college."
Gabriel stared, lips a thin straight line. "That's your big plan? To scare the hunter out of her?" he huffed, shaking his head.
"It's worth a shot."
"And if it doesn't actually work?" Gabriel asked, arms folded in front of him.
Sam sighed, reaching for his duffle, "Then at least we'll have safety in numbers."
Gabriel shook his head, "You underestimate just how much that girl wants to hunt, Sam." He sighed, arms falling away from his defensive stance. "Just keep her safe."
Sam smiled, stepping up closer to the older man. "She'll be fine, I swear. She won't let her get further than three inches from my side."
Gabriel huffed disbelievingly, rolling his eyes. "Just be clear about this Winchester, she gets hurt, you might as well not come back, cause I will kill you." He warned firmly.
An icy chill shot through Sam's whole body and he swallowed. "Noted." He muttered, hiking his duffle up onto his shoulder.
They headed for the crow's nest together, Claire already there and waiting impatiently, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Sam couldn't help but smile, despite the churning anxiety in his gut. "You'll call the school first thing Monday, say she's sick?"
Gabriel nodded, turning to face the teenager. "You be careful. You do everything you're told and you come back in one piece, you hear me." He warned, finger waggling in front of Claire's face, "Or you're grounded."
"I don't go anywhere anyway." Claire laughed sarcastically, "But okay."
Gabriel stepped forward, yanking the teenager into a tight hug. "Call every hour."
"You know we're not going to do that." She chuckled, gasping as he squeezed her.
"Are you going to be okay?" Sam asked.
Gabriel released Claire and turned to look at his lover, reassuringly. "I'll be fine," his eyes meeting Sam's meaningfully, "I've never felt better."
"What's this?" Dean demanded, appearing suddenly.
"Claire's coming with us." Sam replied matter-of-factly.
"No, she's isn't." Dean argued, shaking his head. His gaze flickered to the teenager. "It's too dangerous."
"Yes, Dean, she is." Sam lent forward to press a kiss to Gabriel's lips, "We'll see you in a couple of days. Call if you need us." Then he grabbed his bag and headed for the stairs, ignoring Dean's furious glare.
"See y'later, Dad." Claire said, smiling as she pressed a kiss to the ex-angels cheek and rushed after Sam.
Dean stomped past Gabriel with an angry grumble, his booted feet slamming into the concrete.
"What no goodbye-bro-hug?" Gabriel teased.
"Blow me." Dean snapped over his shoulder.
Gabriel ignored his anger, "Bring them back Dean," he called as the hunter reached the top of the metal stairs. "In one piece."
Dean paused, looking down at Gabriel with a narrowed glare, before his features cleared and he gave a sharp nod and disappeared though the door.
A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I last posted, life has gotten in the way and I didn't have time to work on more than one fic, but hopefully things should settle down in the New Year and I can get back to posting monthly.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, feedback is always appreciated.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A WONDERFUL 2018