Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Kripke and his posse of evil.
Chapter summary: In which suspicious!Sam is suspicious (maybe it's too many Doritos), Anna gets paid, and Gabriel gets laid…but not before scaring himself shitless.
A/N: Sorry about their 'friends'. I couldn't resist. XD & You guys better be grateful. I've given you porns in the last two chapters! (Also my mind is turning dirty: I keep typing 'hard' instead of 'hand' and 'suck' instead of 'such'. *headdesk*)
It didn't take long for spring to settle in, and Sam was subconsciously aware that this hunt might soon be over, and he dreaded the thought of leaving. He decided not to spend too long thinking about it though, and that maybe the problem might disappear if he were to pay no attention to the matter.
In the meantime, Gabriel had proposed something – something daunting but so damn exciting at the same time. Sam's heart fluttered a little as he sipped at his root beer…Dean was reading something to do with the hunt, but judging by the way his eyes were drooping he was probably just reading the same sentence over and over again.
Sam cleared his throat loudly; deliberate enough, apparently to wake Dean from his stupor. "What?" he asked, cranky.
"Um," Sam stated dumbly, looking down. "Do you think I could…possibly…ahem…stayoveratGabe'stonight?"
He looked up then, expecting Dean to have that angry pout on his face that immediately meant 'no', or at least have a gay joke at hand. Instead, he was wearing a sort of sincere smile, nodding like he'd done something worth being pretty proud of. He'd seen that smile only a few times before: when Sam's soccer team had won their little county-wide tournament; maybe after his first hunt. It was suspicious.
"Yeah…yeah you can."
Sam just stared at him, eyes narrowed and looking for a lie. But he still had that smile on, genuine and so, so weird-looking.
"Okayy, I'm leaving then," he said, picking up his coat from the back of a chair and his bag from the ground, but never taking his eyes off Dean and tiptoeing around him like he was some sort of wild animal that might attack, or worse, change his mind.
"Have fun," he said, and then winked.
Definitely suspicious.
His mood was considerably improved as he walked out of the room to see Gabriel already standing by his car. He was leant up against the car, arms folded and a cheeky smile on his face.
As Sam approached, he couldn't help but smile himself; Gabe's grin was infectious like that. When Sam reached him, he reached up on tiptoes to give him a kiss, chaste but lingering.
Before Sam could protest (he still wasn't the biggest PDA fan, and there were other people in the car park) Gabriel pulled away, smiling without saying a word and leaving Sam with that tingly feeling he always got after kissing Gabriel. He slipped into the door then, leaving Sam standing dumbly.
He followed soon enough, sliding into the comfy (but slightly smelly) seat of Gabriel's car; he fired it up and loud rock music blasted out of the speakers – not that Sam wasn't completely used to that. He laughed as Gabriel fumbled to turn it down.
"So, how is Dean-o?" he asked, slinging himself backwards as he reversed out of the spot. Sam grimaced.
"I think he knows."
"About us?" Sam nodded. "So?"
Sam sighed. "I guess you're right. Doesn't matter."
"Atta boy, Sammy," he grinned, clapping him on the shoulder.
They drove to a local barbeque joint – called, imaginatively enough, 'The BBQ House'. There they were meeting a few of their friends: Tom, who was a genuinely nice guy; his dad owned a mine or something. Then there was Sophie…loudmouth extraordinaire, head of the Drama Club. Her boyfriend, Nate, waited tables at the BBQ House, which was partly the reason they were going there – that and Gabriel had raved incessantly about their ribs.
"Hey, boys," Sophie greeted them with a shout across the restaurant and a wave – not that they wouldn't have been able to spot her without that, since the place was all but empty.
"Hiya," Gabe said, sliding into the booth with a grin, Sam in hot pursuit. Sophie started to babble on about her latest project, while Tom listened patiently and quietly.
"…I just love the death scene, it's so well written…" Sam wasn't really listening, because under the table Gabe had his hand on his thigh, comforting and warm. He squeezed gently and rubbed his thumb over the denim in little circles. It tickled in all the best ways possible.
He leaned in then, because Sophie was talking animatedly at Tom about props and costumes (he listened good-naturedly). Sam felt the hot tingle of Gabriel's breath at his ear, smiling as he whispered: "Better save some room; I have dessert at home."
If it had been anyone else, Sam would have guessed that 'dessert' was an innuendo, but with Gabe it was destined to quite literally be dessert; a creamy, gooey, chocolatey dessert, possibly with jelly beans on top.
He slid his hand so their fingers were intertwined before chuckling against his neck. "Really looking forward to tonight," he breathed, with such want that it sent shivers up and down Sam's spine, and made anticipation settle low in his stomach. He laughed quietly again.
Someone above them cleared their throat loudly. "If you two lovebirds are quite finished," Nate said, standing impatiently with his pad in hand. They both looked up, guiltily, but under the table, Gabriel squeezed his hand even tighter. He smirked.
"Yes, I'll have the ribs." He hadn't even looked at his menu, and slid it along the table towards him. Sam hadn't looked at it either, and sheepishly peeked through his.
It all looked…really disgusting, if he was honest. He settled on 'Brunswick Stew', whatever that was.
It turned out to be pretty tasty, actually. Gabriel agreed, because they'd been cliché enough to let each other taste their meals. (He'd also taken great enjoyment in licking off the barbeque sauce from Sam's fingers after he'd tasted the ribs, much to Tom and Sophie's disgust.)
Slipping into Gabriel's car, completely sated (but not too full for dessert), Sam grinned. He couldn't resist leaning over and stealing a quick kiss, as he'd been restraining himself all night. It turned a little deeper than planned, and when they pulled away they were both breathless.
With a sly smile, Gabriel turned, pulled on to the street and drove back to his place, gripping onto Sam's hand the whole time.
Sometimes the two of them talked about the most ridiculous things; this time the short conversation in the car ride back to Gabriel's place covered everything from the evil army of pineapples who were going to take over the world to the rumor that Mrs. Adams (the chemistry teacher) was pregnant and that Mr. Prowse (the physics teacher) was the father. Gabriel then broke into a chorus of 'Let's Get Physical', and of course, Sam burst out laughing and couldn't stop for a long time.
Dusk was just beginning to fall as they pulled into Gabriel's garage, and Gabriel led him in with a huge grin on his face.
Anna was standing at the entrance to the dining room, arms folded. The door was shut too, and it looked as though she wouldn't let them in until they gave her something she wanted.
"You owe me big time," she began, scowling playfully.
"I do. Thanks, sis, seriously," Gabriel beamed, and not-so-subtly slipped a twenty dollar bill into her hand. She gave a smile and sauntered off, picking up a sleeping bag and leaving the way they had come in.
With an even bigger grin and an enthusiastic arm-wave, Gabriel ushered Sam into the dining room. What he saw made his jaw drop.
Gabriel had really gone over the top with dessert. Well, not the dessert itself, which was just two slices of chocolate cake with Cool Whip, but the room. There were candles absolutely everywhere, and the plates and forks were like, his parents' fancy ones for when the Queen came for afternoon tea. He put a freaking tablecloth down, for Heaven's sake.
"Cake?" Gabriel asked enthusiastically, walking to the table and pulling out the seat for Sam to sit on.
Instead, Sam walked up to Gabriel and kissed him, one hand on his cheek and the other slowly sliding around his waist, pulling him closer.
"Thank you," he said when they finally broke apart, smiling.
"Technically, Anna did all this," he admitted, gesturing to the room. Sam didn't relax his grip on him, though, and leaned down to kiss him again.
It started off as just a brush of lips, but when Gabriel's grip on his neck tightened and he swiped his tongue briefly over his bottom lip, they couldn't help but turn it deeper.
Gabriel's tongue was fucking magical and still tasted good, even though the last thing he ate was barbeque. Their tongues brushed together and all Sam could taste was the anticipation of all that tonight promised to be. And shit, Gabriel knew how to turn someone on just by kissing them. Sam felt himself harden just under Gabriel's touch and kiss.
Gabriel pulled away first, but still stroked a hand up and down Sam's flank. "You know what?" he asked, his voice wrecked and hoarse. "Screw cake," he grinned devilishly. "Let's go upstairs." There was a wink in his voice, if that made sense.
Sam only had time to nod before Gabriel grabbed his wrist and practically sprinted up the stairs, the whole time thinking that Gabe must have been pretty damn horny to choose sex over cake.
When they got to Gabriel's bedroom, Sam's jaw dropped again, and further this time. There were candles everywhere here, too, and the room, for once, was clean – the floor devoid of books, the bed made.
When Sam glanced at him, Gabriel just shrugged, and said: "Anna. She's a friggin' Saint."
With that, Sam pulled him into the most gigantic bear hug ever. Gabriel hugged back, but soon enough, he felt him place kisses on his clothed shoulder, trailing upwards to his neck.
With the ounce of forethought Sam had left, he steered them both towards the bed (clean sheets! Wow) and they collapsed onto it, laughing.
Sam shucked his jacket and shirt in record time, and Gabriel followed suit. Soon enough they were both down to their boxers. Gabriel pulled away, and opened his mouth to speak.
"Sam, I…" he began, while Sam himself cupped his jaw and trailed open-mouthed kisses down his neck.
He was about to finish that sentence with …love you, but God help him if that wasn't fucking terrifying. What if Sam didn't say it back? What if it was too early? Shit. Saying…what he wanted to say would make him so damn vulnerable and it would only be too easy for Sam to rip out his heart and stomp all over it.
His kisses had reached the skin over his heart – could he tell how wildly it was beating? – and he glanced up from under his lashes. "You…what?" he asked playfully.
Gabriel swallowed thickly. Then, plastering a smirk on his face, reached down to palm a hand gently over Sam's still-covered hard-on. "I love…" he hesitated. "…your cock."
Sam grinned, and moved to press their bodies impossibly closer. Gabriel's hand became the filling of a crotch-sandwich and both boys groaned a little, Sam's eyes slipping closed. Experimentally, he did it again, eliciting a gasped plea from Gabriel.
Sam slowly flipped them, pinning Gabriel down on the bed by his arms, and reaching down with one hand to pull first Gabriel's, then his boxers down. Fingers trembling slightly, he trailed a hand down Gabriel's stomach, raising gooseflesh. He never took his gaze away from Gabriel's hazel eyes, and slowly – tentatively – wrapped a giant-hand around both their dicks.
If Gabriel had thought the feeling of hand-on-cock, or mouth-on-cock felt good, the feeling of cock-on-cock was absolutely, utterly, life-shatteringly fuckawesome. Especially when Sam moved, their silken flesh causing delicious friction like nothing else.
"Well…" he said, rubbing their noses together and smiling. "I love…your cock, too."
He committed the sound of Sam's broken moans to memory, because if it was possible, Gabriel loved him even more when he brushed his thumb over both their slits and collected precome. He couldn't help bucking into the feel of Sam's erection against his – it was fucking euphoric.
Sam leaned down to kiss him, slow and tender, messy and loving…he too, apparently, couldn't help but thrust his hips forward, but he swallowed the gasp Gabriel let out.
He took Gabriel's bottom lip between his teeth, bit just hard enough that it'd be a little swollen later, and fuck did the thought of wearing a mark of Sam's tomorrow turn him on. He'd be at church and everything…all the while the ever-present reminder of this, of Sam.
Sam rolled his hips forward again, and settled into a hypnotizing rhythm, feeding off of the wanton noises Gabriel was making and capturing some of them with his lips. The rhythm was slow, unhurried, frustrating enough to make Gabriel want to buck up and fuck mercilessly into his hand.
But no, when Sam leaned down, his breath ghosting over his ear and the skin around it, Gabriel felt a shudder run through him. He gently took the lobe between his teeth, tugging at it twice, before muttering into his ear.
"Shit, Gabe," he said, gasping, "you'll be the death of me…your cock – fuck!" he exclaimed, as Gabriel rolled his hips again. "…And those pretty little noises you make…" Gabriel let out a prolonged moan, for his sake. "Fuck, Gabe, I'm close."
With that, he picked up his pace, sliding his hand faster along both their shafts. It only took a few more strokes and Sam was coming hard, groaning Gabriel's name into his ear. It didn't take long for Gabriel to follow, painting their stomachs with white streaks of come. Hearing Sam lose it was damn near the hottest thing ever, not to mention the biggest ego-boost he could have found.
Sam collapsed next to him, breathless, and started idly tracing patterns in the come on Gabriel's stomach.
As the two of them began to sink into post-coital bliss, Gabriel had a thought. He turned his head to the side, catching Sam's heavy-lidded eye. Hoarsely, he suggested: "Cake?"