Absolute stillness filled the room so that it seemed that not even the air moved. The concrete was cold against her skin, the blood from the body lying next to her soaking her shirt and sticking it against her skin.

She would have shivered, but oddly, she felt numb to the sensations and when she tried to move, found herself paralyzed, unable to sit up, breathe, or speak.

"Oh Father, why? Why?"

The ragged, grief-stricken cries of Michael's voice startled the air, his sobs aching with sorrow as he pleaded with God.

"Please, return them Father, you cannot keep my brother, I need him!"

She felt gentle hands and hot, salty tears on her face, "Please Devery, bring him back. Come back," Michael pled.

She struggled against whatever held her down, trying to rise up and speak to him, assure him that she would live again, that Gabriel would be fine…she had healed him, hadn't she? She thought she had…

Frustration flowed through her as she screamed internally, trying to lift herself off the floor, tried to speak, tried anything. Elation flooded her when her fingers twitched at her side and she heard Michael's shocked cry a moment later when her fingers twitched again.

"Devery!"

Struggling slowly, she tapped out a message against his palm, every nerve in her body on fire with the effort. When she had finished her body went stiff and rigid again, unable to move, her eyes wide open and staring at the concrete ceiling overhead.

Michael stood, his eyes dry, and strode past the fallen bodies of his brother and friend, leaving them behind as he exited the bunker.

She stared at the ceiling, listening to the silence, the weight of it bearing down on her, pressing her down into the ground until it seemed that she was going to sink beneath it and never emerge again.

The screams within her head echoed until her head rang with the sound of her insanity and tears rolled down her cheeks, the only sign that there was still someone left inside the corpse on the floor of the bunker.

Her body lay slumped over Gabriel's torso, his blood smeared on her face, hands, chest and neck. None of that mattered though, because no pulse beat in her chest and where their skin touched, it was stone cold.

The wind whistled into the bunker with a lonely sound, sending a chill over the bodies that neither felt. It was only hours later that movement began; the slow pump of a heart, neurons birthing like galaxies in the brain, blood moving like molasses through the body.

Air bubbled into lungs and Gabriel's chest heaved, struggling under the dead weight of Devery's body. His eyes fluttered, his neurons firing like lightning, demanding that his eyes open and see what was lying on him, but his body struggled to complete the response.

A groan slid from his throat, weak and low, and he lifted his lids open, instantly closing them as shards of light pierced his skull, agony shooting through him. Strength came slowly to his limbs and he lifted his hand to his face, tentatively rubbing his eyes, feeling as though they were filled with hot sand.

Groaning, he opened them again slowly, squinting down to see what was compressing his breathing. Horror slowly sank into him at the realization that Devery's body lay slumped against him, unmoving, unbreathing, and dead.

He could see blood smeared across her face and neck and a wave of sickness rolled through him. Gently he began to sit up, pushing her off of him and lowering her to the ground, his stomach flipping at the sight of his blood soaking her shirt.

Her dark hair was tipped in his blood, sticking to her chest and neck where it didn't splay out against the concrete floor. Gabriel glanced down at his chest and stomach and winced at the smears of blood and the scar where Noma had stabbed him.

His fingers ran over the pink ridge of the new scar, wincing at the soreness that still lingered there. His fingers trembled as they reached down to touch his legs, a breath of relief heaving out when his fingers dug in and his brain and muscle registered the sensation. The memory of his paralysation was close in his recollections; the sensation of nothing was terrifying and numbing, and something he didn't care to repeat.

Slowly he gathered his legs under himself and stood, his knees trembling with the effort at first, then growing stronger, his heart pounding in his temple. White light swamped his vision and he grew lightheaded, his stomach roiling violently.

Stumbling to the kitchen sink, his chest and stomach heaved, his knuckles white where they gripped the rim of the counter. When his stomach finally emptied and his head stopped pounding, Gabriel turned on the water and rubbed a hand over his face, trying to scrub away the memory of his death.

"Shit" he whispered, the realization that he had died fully setting in, his hands beginning to tremble. Slowly, he turned around to face Devery's body and slumped to the floor, his hands limp between his knees, his fingers twitching with anxious energy.

He couldn't think, couldn't wrap his mind around what was happening...what he should do next.

Instead he sat there on the cold floor for hours, staring at nothing.

Devery gasped as life shuddered through her, violent and achingly powerful, stars bursting behind her lids as her spine arched, her fingers splayed on the concrete, searching for some unknown thing or reason for the pain.

Gabriel looked to her in shock, it had been more than eight hours since he had died and closer to a day since she had died, he had begun to think that this time she wouldn't come back. He watched in shocked amazement as her body twitched and arched, coming back to life with violent force.

As her spine relaxed back against the floor with a low groan, she reached a hand up, running her fingers over her face, seemingly feeling for damage. A moment later she rolled over, searching for something, her face pained.

Gabriel realized after a moment she was looking for him and cleared his throat, watching as she stiffened, her head turning towards the noise, her gaze meeting his. With a shock he realized that a chunk of her hair sprouting from her temple had gone white, the strand nearly as wide as two of his fingers across.

Her lips parted in a soft sigh and her shoulders relaxed as her eyes softened, "You're alive," she breathed, barely a whisper.

He nodded, "So are you," he replied, his voice hoarse.

They watched each other for long drawn out moments, the air tense until Gabriel stood slowly, his eyes still on hers as he took a step forward. She watched him as he walked ahead slowly, anticipation making her nervous.

He stood next to her and held out a hand, one that was smeared with blood, but neither of them noticed that when she placed hers within his grasp, allowing him to help her to her feet. A low groan slipped from her lips, a wince marring her face as she swayed, pain evident in every line of her body.

Gabriel wrapped his fingers around hers; pulling her closer till he could wrap an arm around her waist and take some of her weight, hearing her sigh of relief.

"Is it always like this?" he asked softly, feeling her pain as acutely as his own.

She nodded faintly, "So far," she whispered.

"What helps?" he replied, maneuvering them towards the table across the room.

"Alcohol…and a shower," she murmured, her head throbbing.

Gabriel nodded and redirected them towards the living quarters, their pace slow and encumbered, hearts throbbing and heads aching. Gabriel's arm ached from holding Devery up, but he could feel how weak she was in his arms, and knew if he let her go she would collapse.

Finally, they were in the bathroom that Michael had been occupying and he was able to settle her on the toilet, a sigh of relief escaping him. Reaching out he flipped on the hot water in the shower and leaned against the wall, watching as the water poured out, quickly steaming up the mirror.

Each breath seemed to be a struggle, let alone getting undressed, but Gabriel knew she was right; taking a shower would make them both feel better. Slowly, he unbuttoned his pants and toed at his boots, struggling to kick them off.

"What are you doing?" Devery demanded softly, staring up at him, dark circles beneath her eyes.

His hands paused on his zipper, his eyes meeting hers, "Undressing. Taking a shower, I thought," he murmured.

Her eyes flared with annoyance, "Together?" she murmured, lifting a brow.

Gabriel sighed in exhaustion, "I think we're both tired enough to agree that we won't attack or seduce each other?" he replied wryly. To his surprise Devery laughed softly and nodded, leaning back so she could pull off her blood soaked t shirt.

Gabriel quickly turned his attention to undressing himself, finding his own pants to be blood spattered and uncomfortable as he struggled to pull them off. His new scar ached when he bent over to pull his boot off, grunting with effort.

"Can you help me?"

He looked up and saw Devery topless, standing with her jeans unbuttoned and her left boot off, a look of frustration on her face. "I need help, I'm too sore," she mumbled.

He nodded, swallowing hard.

He felt sick that somehow, even feeling weaker than he ever had in his life, he still felt aroused at the sight of her body…a body that was currently smeared with his blood.

He nodded quickly and knelt, wincing as his joints burned, feeling as though they were on fire. He slowly unlaced her boot and pulled it off, setting it aside before he reached up to pull her underwear down below her hips, knees, then ankles.

She watched him, her hand resting on his shoulder, never speaking, her eyes burning softly. He stood slowly and stared down into her eyes for a moment before turning and stepping into the shower, sighing as the searing hot water slid over his skin.

He felt her step in behind him a moment later, her arm brushing against his back as she reached for shampoo, the scent of sandalwood and lemon filling the air. He turned to face her; the hot water ran down his back, pounding at him, soothing him.

He watched as she poured more shampoo into her palm and then stood on tip toe, reaching up to scrub it into his hair, her nails scratching softly against his scalp pleasantly. A soft groan escaped him at the sensation and his eyes fluttered closed in delight.

Unconsciously his hands reached out, cupping her waist softly, his thumbs stroking across her abdomen. A shiver ran over her body and she ran her fingers through his hair again, curling against his scalp before pulling away.

He reached out and grabbed blindly for the body wash, opening a bottle that released the scent of cedar and smoke. Pouring it out onto a loofah, he ran the foaming scrub over her limbs slowly, watching as her eyes slid shut in pleasure.

He took his time, covering her arms in lather before sculpting over her collarbones and down her breasts, his palm flat on her stomach as he continued over her shoulders and down her back, kneeling to run the frothing piece of fabric over her legs slowly.

When he had finished he turned her under the stream of water and watched as she was washed clean, her face ecstatic. Her long thin fingers lifted to scrub at her face for a moment before she turned her face up to his, her dark lashes blinking away the water to smile tiredly at him.

Reaching out she took the loofah from his grasp and added more body wash before lifting it and running it over his chest, watching as the froth turned pink, the blood scrubbing away. Slowly she ran it over his arms, watching with interest as the bubbles ran down his muscled biceps.

She turned him, running the material over his strong back and down his legs until his body was clean and soft, dropping the loofah on the floor of the shower as she nudged him forward into the stream of the water, washing both their bodies off.

Her arms wrapped around his waist loosely, her fingers splayed against his taut stomach as she rested her cheek against his broad shoulder, closing her eyes. His hand reached back to wrap around her elbow, squeezing softly, "You ok?" he asked quietly.

She hummed softly, her fingers pressing down against him, a silent ache filling her. "Maybe," she whispered.

His head bobbed in understanding, no other reply coming from him as they stood together under the steady stream of water, their aches slowly easing away.

As the water cooled Devery sighed, water beading down her nose, and tapped her fingers against his stomach, "We should get out," she murmured. He nodded and reached out, shutting off the water, allowing in a draft of cool air immediately.

Her hands slipped from his waist as he pushed open the glass doors, stepping out to wrap a towel around his waist, holding one out to her as she stepped out behind him. With a grateful smile she patted her body dry before wrapping it around herself, running her fingers through her hair, tugging gently on her tangles.

Walking gingerly through the Miles's old room she glanced over her shoulder at Gabriel, "I'm going to get dressed, I'll be back," she murmured. He nodded and went to the closet, shuffling through the clothes for a fresh outfit.

Devery shuffled to her room, yanking open her drawers for a clean set of clothing. Staring down at the rows of jeans she sighed heavily; she just didn't have it in her to pull them on. Reaching instead for her yoga pants, she pulled out a soft tshirt that was barely holding together, and a fresh pair of underwear.

Slowly she pulled on the clothing, every limb aching as she moved. When she was finally dressed she collapsed against the bed, her eyes sliding shut as her head hit the pillows, a deep sigh escaping her.

"Time for a drink?"

Her eyes cracked open to find Gabriel standing beside the bed, moonshine bottle in hand, faint smirk in place.

She sighed softly and shook her head weakly, "Nap time," she replied quietly.

He nodded and set the bottle down on the small table beside her bed, turning to leave.

"Don't…" she called quietly.

He paused and turned to look back at her, lifting a brow.

"I don't want to be alone. I hate sleeping after…" she murmured, her face furrowing. "It's…too dark, and lonely," she admitted.

Gabriel studied her for a moment and then nodded, walking slowly around the bed to lay beside her, his body aching unpleasantly as he lowered himself. She curled towards him beneath the covers, her chin tucking as her head curled into his chest.

His arms wrapped around her waist and back, holding her against him as she relaxed by inches, the tension sliding out of her body slowly. Gabriel inhaled the scent of the shampoo and body wash on her body, her skin soft against his and exhaled slowly, his fingers relaxing against the small of her back.

Her breath was warm against his skin and her heart beat comfortingly against his, reassuring him that she was indeed, alive. Her fingers curled against his chest and her knee tucked in between his, her breathing growing soft and regular as she fell asleep.

He watched her for a time, as her eyes fluttered in her sleep and her limbs twitched as she dreamed, his desire for her only out won by his fascination. Eventually he too fell asleep, his limbs still wrapped around her; both of them protecting each other from the darkness that death brought.

Devery woke groggily, head throbbing, eyes gritty from sleep, and mouth dry. Groaning faintly she slid from Gabriel's embrace and walked slowly to the bathroom to fill her glass, swallowing it quickly, her throat working furiously.

Quickly she refilled the glass and drank more before setting it down and staring at herself in the mirror. She had to say, she looked better than she had thought she would, but the dark circles under her eyes and deep lines around her mouth seemed to have aged her by at least five years.

Running her fingers through her hair she smiled at the faint wave that had occurred from sleeping on it while it dried. Turning away from the mirror she went back to the bed and stood, watching Gabriel as he slept.

A smile crept over her lips; even in sleep he was a domineering presence. His arm lay tossed over her pillow as though he was searching for her, his other hand clasped at his abdomen, his fingers over his newest scar as though he was once again holding his organs in.

His hair had flopped forward into his closed eyes and his chest rose and fell slowly, his sleep deep and untroubled. With a sigh she slid back into the bed, curling into his chest and pulling the covers up around them.

His arm curled around her, pulling her closer even in his sleep and she sighed softly, her eyes fluttering shut. For once she wasn't alone after the trauma of her death and revivification. For once she was with someone who knew and understood what she had been through.

She was…safe.

Devery woke slowly, stretching her limbs across the bed and after a moment, was surprised to find it empty. A clatter from the kitchen stirred her from the bed and in a moment she was moving quickly down the hall, gun in hand, senses alert.

Spinning around the corner she came to an abrupt halt at the sight of Gabriel in a tight grey tshirt and dark jeans, an apron tied around his body as he made pancakes and bacon. The scent of the food hit her and her stomach grumbled loudly.

Sighing softly she lowered her pistol and forced herself to relax, watching as Gabriel moved with ease through her kitchen.

"You going to stand there all day, or come help me?" Gabriel demanded, turning his head slightly his lips turned up in a smirk she could just barely see.

Biting her lip to fight a laugh she nodded, "What can I do?" she asked as she stepped forward and set her gun down on the counter, watching as he deftly flipped a pancake. He glanced over at the gun and lifted a brow but said nothing, simply pouring more batter into the pan.

"Flip the bacon," he murmured, watching as she moved to respond to his directive. From the corner of his eye he watched as she turned the bacon, deftly avoiding the grease splattering. "How do you even have bacon?" he asked, "I haven't seen it in years," he remarked softly.

Devery grinned faintly, "Miles raised a few pigs and butchered them for the meat when I was 12. He showed me how to do it and had me help with the curing and smoking of the meat. I stored it properly and froze it, and when I want some, I take it out."

Gabriel smirked slightly at her and flipped another pancake onto one of the plates, the stacks growing as he continued to fry the batter up.

Devery set aside her spatula and went to brew coffee, the scents of breakfast mingling and warming the kitchen so that if she closed her eyes and didn't think too hard about it, she might have fooled herself into thinking she was in a real home, like the one she had shown Gabriel.

Pouring out the coffee into two mugs she silently handed Gabriel his share and gave him a ghost of a smile as she sipped her own steaming brew, the caffeine doing wonders for her headache.

Gabriel shut off the gas and flipped another pancake onto his plate before carrying the stacks to the table, where he had already set out forks and knives. Somehow, she even had butter stored, another mystery he had been amazed by.

Devery set the plate of bacon down between them and settled into her chair, tucking a foot beneath her as she began buttering her steaming hotcakes. Popping a piece of bacon into her mouth she sighed contentedly and glanced over at Gabriel, watching him as he lifted a bit of pancake and chewed, his eyes meeting hers for a moment.

After a sip of her coffee she cleared her throat, "How are you feeling?" she murmured, glancing over his face and chest, searching for any outward sign of injury or pain.

He shrugged a shoulder and lifted a sardonic brow, "You worried about me love?" he teased gently.

Devery chewed her bite of pancake, thinking. Was she? Lifting her mug to her lips she sipped her coffee and replied carefully, "Don't read too much into it," she murmured, her voice teasing even as her eyes ran over his firmly muscled arms provocatively, a casual smirk on her lips.

"I've never been a good reader anyways," he replied chuckling softly at her wry smile, leaning forward as he stared into her eyes.

His eyes lit with amusement as he reached out to steal a piece of bacon from her plate, ignoring the plate piled with bacon in between them, his full lips teasing as he bit into it with an exaggerated sigh of pleasure.

Devery bit the inside of her cheek, fighting a laugh. It somehow felt wrong to be this amused, this lighthearted, this…happy.

With a start she leaned back in her chair, her smile draining from her face as she realized that she was happy here with Gabriel, eating breakfast at the table like a regular domestic couple, like everything was normal and the world wasn't on the precipice of another, much worse apocalypse.

Gabriel's brow furrowed as he looked over at her, her retreat sudden and obvious. "What's wrong?" he murmured, glancing down to her plate, "Are you sick?" he demanded, studying her face intently.

She shook her head and turned away from his scrutiny, her dark hair falling around her face in a curtain as she shoveled in the last few bites of her breakfast. Draining her coffee she stood and carried her dirty utensils to the sink, trying to gather her thoughts.

Gabriel watched her stand at the counter, her shoulders stiff, all the relaxation having disappeared from her body. He wasn't sure what was wrong or what had changed, but he knew something had happened.

Sighing, he set his fork down and ran a hand through his hair, "What did I do?" he asked, frustration making his words sharper than he had intended them.

Devery shook her head sharply, "Nothing…it's just, this is…" she trailed off, unwilling to tell him and ruin the moment further.

"It's what?" he demanded.

She sighed and closed her eyes, "It's nice," she whispered.

Gabriel's brows shot up, "It's nice?...and what's wrong with nice?" he asked, confused.

"Because it can't last! And this isn't real!" she spun and stared intently at him, registering that he had stood and crossed the room to stand behind her, her eyes widening as she gestured, waving a hand between them, "This, whatever it is, isn't real. When we leave here and go find Noma and Alex, it isn't going to be nice anymore. It's going to be bloody and violent and I might have to kill my friend!" she exclaimed.

Gabriel's eyes narrowed at her and he stepped forward, forcing her back until she bumped against the counter, tilting her chin to peer up at him. His fingers wrapped around her bicep firmly without hurting her as he stared into her eyes, his other hand pushing up her tshirt to slide against her hip, feeling her skin against his.

"This…" he murmured, applying pressure to where he touched her, "is real." He edged forward, closing the slight gap between their bodies until his hips slid against hers and he could feel her gasp against his skin, her nose bumping his as he leaned into her.

"This can be whatever you want it to be. Wherever you need it, whenever you want it," he whispered, brushing his lips along her ear and down her jaw in the barest hint of a kiss, feeling her vibrate against him, her abdomen arching against his hand where it rested on her hip.

Devery shuddered softly as Gabriel kissed her throat, desire rippling through her. Rational thought told her this wasn't a good idea; they should pack and get on the road to find Michael and prepare for the battle with Noma, Lucifer and Alex.

The non-rational, desire driven, cavewoman part of her brain had some dark, delicious ideas of how to use the day instead of packing, and the longer she contemplated and allowed Gabriel to kiss her neck like that, the harder it became to turn her back on the ideas.

Gabriel bit gently on her collarbone and brushed a kiss over the spot as she gasped and arched under him, her eyes closed in pleasure. He stared at her for a moment before pulling away fully, a smirk on his lips as she made a confused noise and opened her eyes, searching him out.

He stepped back and his smirk deepened, "Like I said, whatever, wherever, whenever you want," he murmured before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving her gaping after him.

Devery stood at in the kitchen, fighting the feeling that she had been snubbed and swallowed hard, trying to decide what to do. Slowly, numbly she took a step away from the counter and towards the hallway.

Pausing halfway to the doorway she listened intently, wondering what Gabriel was up to, but all she heard was silence. Her fingers fisted in the fabric of her shirtsleeves as she turned in a nervous circle, trying to make a decision.

What did she want?

Taking a deep breath she turned on her heel and strode down the hall, pursuing Gabriel, her pulse thrumming in her throat, nervous excitement making her stomach tighten. The bedroom door was shut and as she approached she hesitated, second thoughts making her hand pause inches from pushing it open.

Gabriel? Really? You're going to fuck Gabriel and achieve what? He's a monster. What would Miles say?

Her jaw clenched and she exhaled sharply as her fears and doubts held her captive, making her question her motives and emotions. With a forceful blow she threw the door open and then slammed it shut, peering around for Gabriel, her frown deepening when she didn't immediately see him in the small room.

The closet door was open and the lights to the training room were on, guiding her path. Striding across the room she pushed aside the hangers of clothes and walked down the hallway to the large training room, pausing at the doorway to watch as Gabriel trained with one of her katanas.

His large, well muscled body moved fluidly, swiftly, and his arms shone with a fine gleam of sweat under the lights. Her stomach curled with desire at the sight and her fingers bit into her biceps, eager to inspect his body more closely.

Gabriel lunged and brought the sword down in a two handed over head chop that was both aggressive and elegant and she clapped softly, smirking. He glanced over and returned her smirk, twirling the katana as he stood straight, walking over to the wall to replace it.

"How did I do?" he asked lightly.

"Not bad. Where did you learn?" she asked interestedly.

"The Shogun Minamoto; you?" he replied as he turned and sauntered over to her, his loose hipped walk drawing her eyes over his form appreciatively. Her lips curved as she watched him and he grinned softly at the lustful look in her eye as he leaned in the doorway, towering over her.

"Where did you learn?" he repeated, his voice softer as he stared down at her.

She started, realizing he had repeated the question and that she had been caught staring at him, a flush spreading over her cheeks. "Books. But also Miles," she replied quickly. She turned sharply on her heel and walked away, her heart pounding.

Miles. What would he think of you fucking Gabriel? Whore.

Shaking her head, she listened to Gabriel's steady steps behind her and pushed through the closet, turning to face him as he joined her.

"Why do you want me?" she demanded, hands on her hips, her fingers curling and uncurling nervously at the hem of her pants.

Gabriel stared at her incredulously. "What?" he replied dumbly.

Devery huffed and shook her head, "Why do you…like me?" she said, stumbling over the words.

Gabriel stared at her for a long moment, his brow furrowing, "Because you're flawed, and you have a beautiful laugh, and you can kick my ass all day, every day, and you're strange, intelligent, and funny and a pain in the ass."

He reached out and stroked her cheek, a smile creasing his face, "You're you," he murmured.

Devery's eyes widened at his response, scared that in her heart she didn't feel the same depth of emotion for him as he did for her. His fingers reached up to play with the white strand of hair near her face, his large form leaning into her, easing her back against the wall slowly, his lips parting in anticipation.

Devery put a hand against his chest and pushed him back, stepping away slightly, watching as disappointment flared in his dark eyes. Reaching out she took his hand and tugged on it, pulling him toward the door, "Not here," she murmured.

He looked around the room briefly and realization washed over him as she pulled him out the door and down the hall, her fingers wrapped around his firmly. They were inside her room and before he had a chance to say anything she had pushed him against the door, her arms wrapping around his neck to draw herself against him, her lush mouth pressed against his.

Gabriel groaned softly and pulled her closer, his hands sliding around her waist, slipping under her shirt to caress the silky skin underneath, her scars like tiny mountain ranges crisscrossing her body.

His hands trailed up her back, a low groan emanating from his chest when he felt she had no bra on, her firm breasts pressed tightly against him made that abundantly clear. Her knee slipped between his, bringing her core flush against his rapidly hardening erection.

Devery moaned and tightened her grip on Gabriel's hair, arching her back as she ground herself against him, desperate for more friction. She was breathless from kissing him, and still, it wasn't enough.

Stumbling backwards, she pulled on him, guiding him towards her bed until they both fumbled into it and went sprawling across it, Gabriel landing heavily on top of her. "Sorry love," he whispered, running his mouth over her throat, sucking on where her pulse pounded, enjoying the sound she made when he did.

"S' okay," Devery mumbled, her fingers trailing up his back, tugging at his shirt until he pulled away and helped her free him from it. Tossing it aside she stared at his muscles with a greedy gleam in her eye before pushing at his shoulder and forcing him onto his back, straddling him quickly.

Gabriel smirked and laced his fingers behind his head, watching her through slitted eyes, rolling his hips up against her. Devery gasped softly and laid a hand on his abdomen, steadying herself. Leaning down slowly she rolled her hips as she kissed Gabriel, enjoying the sound of his moan and the feel of his hands on her hips.

Kissing over his jaw she bit his earlobe lightly as she whispered, "I want you," she pressed kisses to his throat, "to fuck me until I can't move." Her lips trailed lower, her tongue darting out across his pectorals, her thumb rubbing over his nipple as her kisses trailed slowly, so slowly down his abdomen.

"I want you to make me forget how to breathe" she whispered, placing an open mouthed kiss to his hip, smiling as his body jumped under her and his breathing hitched. Her thumb stroked his other nipple and a soft groan escaped him.

Turning her cheek she peered up at him for a moment and then leaned up over him, her mouth hovering over him, pulling back as he tilted his chin up to kiss her, smirking at his soft groan. Her hand trailed from his chest to his pants, her lithe fingers wrapping around his hardened length, her dark eyes holding his as he arched under her touch.

"I want you to make me cum so hard I forget what death feels like," she whispered before kissing him as she began to stroke him through his pants. Gabriel groaned and bucked against her, desperate for more, for the sensation of her skin against his.

A moment later Devery pulled away and lifted herself from him, standing on shaky legs beside the bed as she pulled off her shirt, exposing her bare breasts to the air and his hungry gaze. Gabriel quickly shoved his pants aside and watched her with a raw, needy expression as she divested herself of her other clothing.

In that moment when he looked at her, she felt no shame, no worry, no need to hide. She saw the gleam of pride and something else…love? and felt a thrill of excitement as she knelt back onto the bed with him.

Gabriel reached for her and she shook her head, laying a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back against the pillows. Her hand trailed down his chest slowly until his stomach trembled and his hips arched, begging for attention.

She smirked and straddled his legs, circling him, but not touching him yet. She let her fingers trail down his thigh, creeping up slowly, watching his face as she did, knowing she was torturing him was…exhilarating.

She shifted, she was getting wetter, but she wasn't giving in yet. Not by a long shot. She reached out and stroked his balls, her thumb sliding smoothly over the sensitive spot where his shaft met them and his hips shuddered, a low groan emanating from his chest.

Her other hand stroked the tip of his shaft rubbing the pre-cum over him slowly, her wrist twisting as she stroked downwards. She slowly increased the speed of her strokes, still gripping him firmly, excitement pulsing through her at his moans.

His hips met her strokes and his breathing grew irregular, his dark eyes fluttering open and closed as he fought the pleasure.

She crouched lower and slid her mouth over him, her fingers sliding away as she took him in, enjoying his cry of surprise and pleasure, his hips canting forward sharply, pressing himself further into her throat.

She ran her tongue across the underside of him and Gabriel cried out again as she repeated the action while sliding him in and out of her mouth, her fingers stroking along his base.

"Fuck Devery!"

She hummed in pleasure at his cry of ecstasy and with a few more passes and strokes, he came; his hips jerked and stiffened as he spurted into her throat, her name a loud cry from his throat. When his vision cleared he watched as she kissed up his abdomen, his muscles still trembling, his cock still hard.

His arm wrapped around her waist, turning her into the mattress easily, his lips pressing against hers firmly. "That was un-fucking-believable," he whispered, running a hand up her thigh, his fingers sliding across her wetness easily to circle her clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through her that made her hips jerk.

Her soft gasp made him smile as he kissed her again, his fingers circling against her clit again, slower this time. He pulled away to listen to her as he pleasured her, watching as her eyes fluttered half closed, her back arching occasionally.

"Mmm, yes…right there Gabriel," she whispered, biting her lip as he rubbed harder on her clit. "Oh! Oh, yes!" she whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Watching her as he slipped a finger into her warm depths, he decided she was the most beautiful like this; her mouth parted in pleasure, lips plumped from kisses, hair a mess from his fingers, breasts bare and heaving.

He slid another finger into her and began thrusting them into her, brushing against a spot within her that made her arch and moan loudly. Swiping his fingers faster on her clit he worked that spot harder, feeling it when her body spasmed in pleasure around him.

"Fuck! Oh fffuck Gabriel!" she cried, her moans growing more frequent, her hips moving desperately against his hands, her head thrown back, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

Her body shuddered around him, his fingers inside her still stroking as she came, her cries loud and desperate as he stroked her clit. "Oh! Yes! Oh Gabriel! Don't stop!" she pled, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He couldn't have if he tried, he was so entranced. He loved her roughly, relentlessly, dangerously; without reservation, giving her all of himself, and knew that when all was said and done, he might end up ruined, but he couldn't stop.

Her legs trembled as she came, her cries high pitched and needy, her fingers raking down his back desperately as she begged for more, her breaths coming in sharp gasps as his fingers slipped in and out of her, fingering her inexorably.

Devery's back arched as fire raced through her veins, her fingers sinking into hard muscle and flesh, a mewling, desperate cry ripping from her throat as yet another orgasm shuddered through her. Explosions blinded her and she choked on pleasure, unable to breathe, Gabriel's name dying on her tongue as she tried to breathe, speak, move…do anything.

Abruptly his fingers were gone and his body covered hers, his mouth pressed firmly against her lips, his tongue tasting her mouth, taking what little air she had been able to suck into her lungs and stealing it away.

When he pulled away she panted and clung to him, her fingers digging into his back and hair, "More," she demanded, arching against him desperately. He growled and bit her neck and with a thrust of his hips slid into her.

Devery cried out, her thighs shuddering at the sensation of having him inside her once more. She had almost forgotten how incredible it felt until now…her heart raced as he pressed open mouthed kisses to her throat and slid from within her, flexing his hips a moment later to punch home.

He groaned and buried his face in her neck, setting a slow rhythm, burying himself deep within her before pulling out and driving home once more, eliciting deep moans from them both. Devery wound her fingers through his hair as she held on, whispering in his ear once more.

"Oh fuck Gabriel, yea, right there," she encouraged, lifting her hips to meet his each time, moaning as the movement pressed her clit against his pelvic bone, sending thrills of pleasure through her.

Gabriel continued to thrust into her, their bodies rising and falling against each other, the growing pleasure between them burning and building. Sliding from within her he pinned her body beneath him, biting her breast, tugging her nipple between his teeth and licking it, his breath hot against her skin as he chuckled at her cry of pleasure.

"What are you doing? Why are you stopping?" she demanded, arching against him, trying to angle so he would slip back inside her.

Gabriel pushed himself up on his forearms and smirked down at her, "You wanted to cum so hard you couldn't remember what death feels like," he murmured, running his lips over hers, "to forgot how to breathe," he continued, kissing down her throat, feeling her pulse pounding, "to be unable to move," he whispered, moving a hand down to stroke her clit, his smirk widening when she moaned, her hips jerking.

She nodded eagerly, moving against his hand, "Yes, yes," she murmured, wanting more.

He lifted his hand away and ignored her moan of displeasure, leaning in to bite just below her ear, "Turn over," he commanded softly.

She exhaled sharply, her eyes sliding shut in pleasure and nodded, rolling over beneath him, her plump ass brushing against hid damp cock, sending painful thrills of pleasure through him. His forehead dropped against her shoulder as she repeated the action, hearing his groan, and he pushed against her, breathing heavily.

"Goddammit Devery…you'll be the death of me," he ground out, kissing her shoulder, knowing he couldn't hold back much longer.

"I already was," she replied breathily, turning to meet his eye, no hint of sarcasm or wit there, and in a quick movement they leaned in, fingers tangling in hair, mouths locked together as their hearts beat rapidly, a low moan barreling out of each of them.

"Fuck" he whispered as he pulled away, his breath panting against her face, his dark eyes meeting hers.

She nodded and angled herself to wrap her fingers in his hair, pushing her ass against him as she kissed him again, deeper this time, her hips writhing against him, begging for him to take her. He groaned against her lips and couldn't hold back any longer.

His fingers dug into her hip and with a sharp thrust he sheathed himself back into her wet depths, swallowing her sharp cry of pleasure. Her fingers in his hair dug in perilously as he thrust and her teeth bit his lip as she kissed him, her gasps and moans slipping between their heated kisses.

If he was fire, she was gasoline, and he didn't mind the burns.

Their lips broke apart and their cries of pleasure filled the room. Devery felt her body tightening again, she was approaching the precipice and she didn't know if she could hold anything back this time.

"Oh! Devery, yes!" Gabriel moaned thrusting harder into her, his hips losing their steady rhythm and pounding into her furiously. Beneath him she arched and moaned, her hips driving back stroke for stroke, a sheen of sweat on her back that his tongue quickly darted out to taste, licking along her spine.

Devery quivered and clutched at the sheets beneath her, her lungs on fire. She was so close…

As if Gabriel had heard her thoughts he slid his hand along her hip and to her soaked clit, rubbing his thumb over her swollen and sensitive bud, gripping her hip tighter as she moaned loudly and jerked against him, her limbs trembling with pleasure.

"Can you breathe?" Gabriel taunted, rubbing her clit faster.

She gasped and shook her head, moaning as he thrust harder, seemingly impossibly so. "Fuck…oh Gabriel…yes!" she cried, whimpering as he continued to touch her, her body aching with pleasure.

Gabriel could feel it as her body tightened and spasmed around him, slowly constricting him as he thrust, fire racing up his spine, exploding behind his eyes as his orgasm built rapidly. "Oh yea Devery, yes!" he groaned, thrusting against her, holding on as she cried out and trembled around him, her wetness flooding him.

Devery could feel a flood of wetness rush down her thighs as Gabriel pounded into her, his thumb still stroking her clit and her body shuddered again, a wretched cry escaping her; she was unable to stop it, to stop any of it, and she didn't want to…she wanted more.

Gabriel cried out and stiffened, his cock stiffening within her, his hips stuttering as he came, his fingers pausing in pleasuring her. Devery's fingers gripped the bed and her back arched against him, moaning as he bit into her shoulder, her throat dry and papery.

Their bodies moved restlessly against each other for a few moments, their orgasms fading like the stars in the morning sky, their breathing harsh and loud in the quiet of the room. Gabriel held her close as he collapsed onto the bed, sliding from within her, his arm wrapping around her waist to keep her pulled flush against him.

Devery didn't move or object since she could barely move or breathe. She grinned faintly. Her challenge to Gabriel hadn't gone unanswered, that was for damn sure. His breath skated coolly across her back, chilling her hot body pleasantly.

A moment later his fingers began trailing down her spine and her eyes drifted shut, fatigue drifting through her.

Gabriel watched the steady rise and fall of her back; her scars faint in the light from the hallway, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder. His knee was nestled between hers, their bodies warm where they touched, and neither made a move to separate.

He knew they needed to pack and follow Michael, but he didn't want to leave the bunker. He wanted to stay here and make love to her, to never have to face the world outside. He also knew that wasn't possible.

The faint sound of snoring made his lips curl and his lifted himself up on one arm to carefully peer down at her face, smirking when he saw she had fallen asleep. Leaning down he brushed a kiss on her shoulder and rolled away gently, without disturbing her.

Picking his clothes up off the floor he left her to rest, walking naked and barefoot across the hall to pack his bags for the journey back to Mallory. Tugging his jeans on he paused at a sensation, one he hadn't felt in millennia….

He walked rapidly to the bunker door and pulled the heavy metal door open, stepping outside to peer up at the sky. Black clouds filled the horizon and thunder rumbled ominously. When he sniffed the air it smelled like copper and fire.

A clap of thunder and a bolt of lightning that seemed to strike just feet away made his body tense; he watched the storm grow wild and angry, lightning lashing at the forest surrounding him.

A warm hand touched his bicep and he whirled, knife in hand, lowering it instantly when he saw it was Devery. She had pulled on a tshirt and a pair of underwear, but nothing more, other than a pistol in her hand, and looked up at him curiously.

Running a worried hand through his hair he waved towards the storm, "This isn't normal," he muttered.

"Lucifer again?" she guessed.

The clouds broke open and dark rain poured out, soaking into the ground. In a moment they were both soaked.

Not with rain.

With blood.

Devery stared at the blood coating her skin and bit back a gag of revulsion, turning her face up to the storm to stare at the clouds for a moment before striding into the bunker and slamming the door shut behind them.

Gabriel wiped a hand over his face, trying to clear away the gore, his pulse pounding with fury and fear.

"This is bad, isn't it?" she murmured, peering over at him as she wiped the blood away with a towel from the kitchen, tossing him one.

"Remember Egypt and Moses?" he countered, lifting a brow as he wiped himself off.

She nodded, her face going pale under the blood streaks. "I thought that was meant to just scare the Egyptians though," she replied warily.

Gabriel shook his head, "Our Father took that little idea from Lucifer. That's why it's in Revelations, and a thousand other mythologies of evil beings. This is a sign. He's found a vessel and will be in human form again soon," he replied, fear making his fingers white where they gripped the towel, wiping the blood from his torso forgotten.

"Shit," Devery whispered.

"Shit indeed," Gabriel murmured, lines around his eyes as he stared at her, wondering just what the hell they were going to do.

AN: WELL... I do hope you all enjoyed that as much as Devery and Gabriel did ;) I've updated here quite a bit, so I'm rotating over to my other stories before coming back for more! I hope this can keep you all satisfied for a little while(pun intended-i love terrible puns), and please, review! Thank you as always for reading, reviewing, and following! The songs for this chapter(and you should really give them a listen) are "Dangerously" Charlie Puth,"Confident" Demi Lovato, and "Ocean" Devon Baldwin.