The Cradle Will Fall
Part Three
Sam was sitting on the couch, watching Daniel play on the floor while Gabriel was sitting in Bobby's old recliner reading the National Enquirer. He had to laugh at that. Apparently you could take the Archangel out of the Trickster, but you couldn't take the Trickster out of the Archangel.
They'd had a pretty un-eventful day. Sam had rented some cartoons and the three of them had crashed in the living room to watch. They'd had sandwiches for lunch and Sam had just finished feeding Danny some macaroni for dinner. He was letting the little guy play for a few minutes before he took him upstairs for his bedtime bath.
"Did you have anything planned for dinner?" Gabriel asked, surprising him.
"Uh, no, not really."
"Want me to pop out and get something?" the angel offered. Sam glanced at the other man. He seemed nervous, as if wasn't sure how his offer would be taken.
"Yeah, sure. That'd be great. All we have here are leftovers," Sam told him, hoping to ease the other man's worry.
"Alright," he replied, placing his magazine down on the cluttered coffee table. "You take care of the munchkin and I'll take care of dinner."
Gabriel stood up and went over to scoop Daniel up. He gave him an exaggerated kiss that made Danny laugh and Sam smile.
"Night, night, Buddy," the Archangel told his nephew.
"Nigh' nigh', Gab," the little guy responded.
Gabriel handed Daniel over to Sam before fluttering away.
It was times like these that Sam's heart ached for the chance that Gabriel had had taken away from him. He would have been a good father.
Sam hefted Daniel up higher in his arms and turned towards the stairs. Bath time. Always a fun time.
When Sam came down from tucking his nephew in for the night, he was met with an amazing smell. He recognized garlic and oregano right off the bat, but couldn't place the plethora of scents that accompanied those two.
He walked into the kitchen and found Gabriel setting the table, the normal, mortal way. There were several takeout boxes on the cabinet. It was heartwarmingly domestic. Sam thought the yearning for a life like this was gone, but the last few months, it had turned everything upside down and made that yearning so much stronger.
"Need any help?" Sam asked. Gabriel glanced up from his task.
"Sure. Why don't you start moving the food over to the table?" the Archangel asked. Sam nodded and picked up two of the boxes. He set them on the table and popped open the tops. Inside one was a huge helping of some kind of pasta. The other held... well, Sam wasn't sure but it smelled good and he was pretty sure it was an Italian dish.
"Oohh, did you go to Leonardo's downtown?" Sam asked. He loved Italian and Leonardo's had the best Sioux Falls had to offer. He watched the angel smirk confidently.
"Nope. This is from Venezia."
Sam paused at that.
"Venice? As in, Italy? You went all the way to Italy for dinner?" Sam asked, completely taken by surprise.
"Hello? Archangel. Why have that kind of power if you can't use it?" Gabriel asked. "Besides... Italian is your favorite, right?"
Sam was touched by the gesture. There were days he just didn't know how to take Gabriel's actions. Today was one of those days.
"Thanks," the hunter told him with a smile. He continued to move food over to the table and by the time he'd finished his chore, Gabriel had the table decked out in a very romantic setting. He'd even brought wine. Sam wondered if he was being seduced. Though why Gabriel would go to all this trouble was beyond him. He'd never needed to be wined and dined before.
"This looks amazing, Gabriel. You really didn't have to do all this. Pizza would have been fine."
"Yeah, but pizza isn't special. Pizza is everyday boring. Since when have I been into boring?" the shorter man asked. Sam couldn't argue with that.
The two men dug into the food set out before them. Sam had to admit, it was some of the best pasta he'd ever had. The wine was surprisingly good, though that shouldn't surprise him. Gabriel never half-assed anything.
"That was amazing," he praised the angel. Gabriel beamed. "Thank you."
"Well, I thought you'd enjoy it," Gabriel told him. The shorter man snapped his fingers and the mess in the kitchen disappeared. Sam raised an eyebrow at the angel.
"What? Perks of being an Archangel, no messy clean up."
Sam couldn't help but laugh at that. He glanced at the clock and realized it was getting late. He was tired after last night's debacle but he was also afraid of going to sleep again. Gabriel must have known what he was thinking because he got up and walked over to stand over Sam.
"I'm staying tonight. I'll ward your dreams," he assured the taller man. Sam nodded in response. "Now, why don't we head upstairs? If you feel up to it, you can explain a bit more about what's been going on and we can try to figure out who or what is screwing with your head."
Sam thought that was a good idea. He really would rather explain all this to Gabriel than Dean. He offered to meet the other man back in his room once he'd finished his nighttime routine. With a nod, the angel winked out.
When Sam walked into his room, Gabriel was already lying in the bed, naked at least from the waist up. Sam lost his undershirt and crawled into the bed, still clad in his boxers.
Once he was situated, Gabriel leaned over and pressed two fingers against Sam's forehead. The hunter felt a warmth settle over him and for the first night in almost six months, he felt at peace.
"Thank you," he told the angel sincerely.
"No problem, Sammy. Now, what exactly has been going on?" Sam still found it weird when the ex-Trickster would turn serious. It really didn't seem to fit him. Taking a deep breath, Sam tried to explain his dreams.
"I don't know, exactly. It started the night Daniel hatched. Every few nights or so, I dream. Sometimes they're just that, dreams. Other nights, a woman appears. She has long, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Maybe in her mid-twenties? I don't know who she is, though she seems to think I should, and she never offers a name. It's the dreams that she's in that affect me like last night. Though the intense craving was new.
"There's also a little girl. I think... I think she's my daughter," he finally admitted out loud. Gabriel's shocked gaze snapped up to meet his.
"You have a daughter?"
"No. At least, not that I know of... or not yet, I don't know which it is. The timeline in the dreams is never fluid. Sometimes it's the future and she looks to be the same age as Danny, but that doesn't tell me much because Daniel ages differently than human children," he explained. "I... there's a lot that happened during that year without my soul. The memories still aren't all that clear; it's possible I wasn't all that careful. I could have a little girl out there," he told the angel, heart aching at the thought of his daughter out there somewhere, not knowing her father. Gabriel was quiet. Finally, the Archangel spoke, his tone off.
"Maybe she's not here, yet. Maybe the woman is the mother of your daughter." Sam's blood ran cold at that thought.
"Gabriel... she was feeding the baby demon blood. How could she if..? I mean, would I have a child with someone like that?" he asked, voicing questions that had been plaguing him since he'd had the last dream. "And what's up with the cravings? What's happening to me?" he asked Gabriel, embarrassed at the fear that came out in his voice.
"I don't know, but we'll figure it out. No one is going to hurt you or your daughter, I promise."
Sam nodded and pulled the shorter man tight against him. He felt Gabriel tense for just a minute before relaxing against his larger body.
"Sleep, Sam," he ordered. "You won't dream tonight."
Sam felt his eyes grow heavy. He leaned over and pressed a light kiss to the other man's temple before darkness took him.
Dean walked into the hotel room they'd booked for the night. Their hunt had gone way too easy for his comfort, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. It meant a nice, peaceful, kid-free night with his angel, he'd take it.
"Dean, we're done here. I don't understand why we aren't returning home," Cas told him, walking up to the taller hunter.
"We're not going home because we don't have to. Sammy can handle Daniel for one night and, as much as I love my son, I'd like one night with just you," Dean explained, grabbing Cas's hips and pulling the angel in closer. "I'm tired of having to be quiet. And, I thought, maybe if you didn't have anything to focus on, you might be ready to let me fuck you again," he admitted. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy what they did or that he didn't enjoy letting Cas top, but he had to be honest, he really missed being inside of the other man.
Cas's eyed flashed fear but he seemed to steel himself.
"I think I would enjoy that very much," Cas told him, voice low and gravelly. It sent shivers down Dean's spine. The angel pressed his lips against the hunter's and guided the taller man back towards the bed. When Dean's knees hit the edge of the bed, Cas pulled back. He blinked and both men were completely naked. Being with an angel definitely had its perks.
Dean sat down on the bed and pulled the angel down next to him. He attacked the other man's mouth as he lowered him down onto the bed. Grabbing his lover's cock, he stroked him to full hardness while he explored every inch of the other man's mouth. Cas moaned into the kiss and rocked his hips into the strokes.
Dean didn't think he could take his time this first go around; there'd be time for slow and sweet later. Right now, he needed to be buried inside his partner, it had been so long.
Cas held out a tube of lube he must have mojo'd into existence and Dean loved him just a little bit more for that.
The hunter slicked up his fingers and moved down so he was even with the angel's hips. He took the now leaking cock into his mouth as he slid one finger into Cas's tight entrance. His angel moaned at the intrusion. Dean swirled and sucked on the dick in his mouth as he stretched his lover open. Cas was so freaking tight, Dean was throbbing to get inside him.
When Dean was able to easily pump three fingers into his partner, he decided it was enough. He wasn't going to last much longer. Cas was panting on the bed, dick swollen and leaking. He took that as a good sign.
He pulled back up and pressed a tender kiss to the angel's lips.
"Condom?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"No, want to feel you," Cas told him, voice just as wrecked as his.
"Are you sure?" he asked, cock throbbing at the thought of taking his angel bare, without any barriers.
"Yes. I can control it," he assured the hunter. Dean nodded. He wasn't about to sit there and argue with the other man. Slicking up his cock, he settle over Cas, pushing the other man's legs up to give himself more room. He lined up with the angel's glistening, loosened hole and eased in. The head of his dick breached the tight ring of muscles and Cas hissed.
Dean paused until his angel's breathing eased then slid the rest of the way in. Holy fuck, he had missed this. He'd missed being buried deep in Cas's tight heat, feeling the other man squeezing him tight.
"You okay," he asked, forcing his body to remain still until he knew the other man was ready.
"Yes."
That was all it took. Dean set a quick pace, keeping it as gentle as he could. He angled his thrusts just slightly and smiled when his angel cried out as he nailed the prostate. Dean felt his orgasm nearing, the buzz in his toes that moved up his body giving it away.
He reached between their bodies and pumped his angel in time with his thrusts. Cas's breathing was harsh and fast; his head was thrown back in pleasure. Dean was so damn close. He wanted to see his angel fall apart with him. He aimed his thrusts at Cas's prostate again.
"Dean!" something was wrong with the other man's tone. Dean sought out the angel's gaze. His eyes were filled with fear.
"D-Dean. Stop. Pull out, I-I can't control... I..." the angel was shaking in his arms, fighting his orgasm.
Dean quickly pulled out of the other man. He instead lined up their erections and took both in one hand. He slammed his lips against his angel's and pumped them both hard and fast. He felt Cas grasp his shoulder, right over his mark, and then he was coming. The angel followed him over the edge, his own seamen mixing and pumping into the space between their heaving bodies. He could feel Cas's Grace as it surrounded him, caressing him as it washed over him. It was the most amazing feeling he'd ever felt. It left him feeling protected and loved.
Dean lay on top of the other man, panting as he recovered. When he finally felt like he had control of his muscles again, he gently rolled to the side. He reached out to kiss the other man, but Cas pulled away. Dean shot a confused look at his lover. The angel gave him an embarrassed and ashamed look.
"Dean, I... I'm sorry. So sorry," he started, but Dean cut him off. He kissed him tenderly to stop the words.
"Cas, it's fine. I love you. We'll get there. We have all night to work on it."
"I think we need a shower," the shorter man told him with a thankful smile. Dean returned the grin.
"I like showers. Especially ones with you."
Cas chuckled softly. Dean loved hearing his angel laugh. It didn't matter that the sex hadn't gone quite as planned, he'd still loved ever minute of it and he still loved the man in his arms. They'd figure this out.