Part Six
Dean ran to his brother's side. He watched Gabriel stalk towards Eve but the bitch disappeared just as the other man neared her. The hunter half expected the angel to take flight after her, but Gabriel just spun on his toes and ran back to them, flaming sword disappearing into thin air. The shorter man knelt next to the still form on the ground.
"Move," the angel barked at him. There was very little, if anything, that could move Dean from his brother's side when he was hurt, but the blazing power and fury rolling off the Archangel in waves would have to be one of them. He knew that if anyone could help Sammy, it was Gabriel. He sat back on his heels, giving the angel room, but remaining near just in case.
"What's wrong with him?" Dean demanded, afraid of the answer. He watched Gabriel lay a hand on Sam's forehead. The angel frowned in concentration before pulling his hand back and giving Dean a confused look.
"I can't sense anything wrong. As far as I can tell, he's just unconscious."
"So, wake him up," Dean ordered, wanting to hear from his brother's lips that he was okay.
"Why don't we take him inside, somewhere a bit more warded before we wake him," Cas suggested. Dean had to admit his angel had a point. The hunter nodded.
"I'll take him to his room," Gabriel told them, snapping both away before Dean or Cas could protest.
"Do you wish to walk or shall I fly us there?" Cas asked.
"We can walk. It's not that far and I'd like to be able to poop this week," he answered, mind on his brother. Cas just nodded then turned and began walking back towards Bobby's.
Sam woke to quiet voices around him. He expected to feel immense burning pain and was surprised when he shifted and felt only a slight tenseness in his muscles. He could feel someone sitting near his shoulder, a light hand tracing what felt like runes on his bicep, though he couldn't make out exactly which ones. He could also tell someone was sitting at his feet.
He carefully opened his eyes to find his brother pacing the length of his room. He glanced at the foot of his bed and realized it was Cas he could feel up against his feet. That left...
He raised his eyes to meet Gabriel's piercing golden gaze. The Archangel was staring at him intently.
"How ya' feeling, kiddo?" he asked. The question halted Dean's steps and his brother was at his side in an instant.
"Don't call me a kid," he mumbled, pulling himself up to a sitting position. "And I feel fine. A little tired, what time is it?"
"About four in the morning. What the hell happened out there, Sam?" his brother asked.
"Eve. She's apparently the one who's been in my head the last six months. With Gabriel's help, I've blocked her out so I guess she decided to come pay me a visit and talk in person," he explained.
"What the hell does that bitch want?" his brother demanded. Sam felt his face flush. That wasn't really something he particularly wanted to discuss in present company but he supposed the more they knew, the better equipped they'd be to stop Eve.
"She, uh, wants to use me as her own personally breeding stud," he muttered.
"She wants to mix your... unique abilities with her monsters. She wants new hybrids," Cas spoke up from the foot of his bed, understanding tinting his voice.
"Seriously? Dude, that's fucked up. I hope you copped an attitude when you told her to shove it up her ass," Dean practically growled. The simple fact that his brother automatically assumed Sam would turn her down warmed his heart.
"Of course."
"What the hell did she do to you there at the end, then?" Dean asked, his angry tone melting into a worried one. Sam shrugged.
"No idea. Maybe she was just pissed that I wouldn't play her game so she wanted to hurt me. Because that definitely hurt," Sam told them. He felt Gabriel tense next to him.
"Are you still in pain?" the Archangel asked.
"No, just a little sore," he answered, absently rubbing his chest where Eve had concentrated her little jolt of fire.
"You sure?" his brother asked.
"Yes, Dean. Trust me, I wouldn't lie about this."
"Alright. Just remember, we have our own angel healing team, so if something's wrong, don't hesitate to speak up," Dean told him.
Sam laughed at that. He turned, expecting Gabriel to be wearing his normal smirk and to have a witty comeback ready, but instead he found the Archangel subdued and watching him intently. Gabriel dragged his gaze away when Sam met his concerned eyes.
"If things have settled for the night, perhaps we should call Balthazar back," Cas suggested.
"Wait, Bathazar? What's he got to do with anything?" Sam asked, caught off guard by the other angel's name.
"We asked him to take Daniel somewhere safe," Cas explained.
"And I, being the amazing brother that I am, agreed," came a voice from behind Cas. Sam couldn't help but smile at the slightly rumpled angel. He'd never peg Balthazar as a kid-lover, but he and Danny seemed to have come to some kind of understanding, if the way the little boy was clinging to him and giggling was any indication.
"Looks like he didn't drive you to insanity after all," Dean spoke up, taking his son from the angel.
"Well, it was a near miss. Alright there, Sam?" Balthazar asked.
"Yeah. Been better, but..." Sam just shrugged.
"Just have lover-boy over there kiss it and make it better, yeah?"
Sam rolled his eyes but could feel a blush rising on his cheeks.
"Dude, some jokes get old," Dean scoffed.
Balthazar gave Sam a knowing smirk before turning back to the older hunter.
"You're right, my bad. Well, gents, I'm off. Things to see, people to do. Later!" with that, the angel left with a flutter.
"I hate him," Gabriel muttered so only Sam could hear.
"I would have thought you two would get along great," Sam whispered.
"He's a copycat!" Gabriel replied indignantly.
"Alright, Sam, if you're sure you're okay, we're going to try and get Daniel to sleep," Dean interrupted.
"Uh, yeah, sure, I'm fine. Go, take care of your little man."
"Gabriel, anything you can do to keep Eve out for tonight?"
"I'll keep watch, don't worry. I doubt she'll try again tonight."
"Good."
Dean hefted a still giggling Daniel up and bid them good night. He turned and left the room, Cas hot on his heels. Sam swiveled around to say goodbye to Gabriel, expecting the Archangel to leave as well. Before the words could leave his mouth, the shorter man leaned over and sealed his mouth to Sam's. The kiss was hot and frantic, possibly even desperate. Gabriel pressed him back to the bed, his shorter body covering Sam's completely.
Sam was shocked. In all the time they'd fucked, he'd only kissed him twice, and both times had been recently and not expected. He didn't know what to make of the change in their status quo.
Despite being caught off guard, Sam had no problem returning the kiss with the same enthusiasm. Gabriel finally pulled back, body still pressed against Sam's.
"Don't ever do that to me again," he hissed. Sam glanced up in shock at the fear in the angel's voice. Gold eyed met his own hazel ones. Sam could see a million emotions swimming there.
"Gabriel, I..." Sam started, but the angel cut him off.
"I can't do that again, Sam. I can't lose you, too," he told the hunter, voice broken and quivering.
Sam was shocked. He wasn't sure what Gabriel was trying to say, but he had an idea. He knew what it sounded like.
Gabriel kissed him again, halting anything Sam might have been tempted to say. The kiss was no less desperate than earlier. Sam was busy returning each nip, each swipe of the tongue, with one of his own that he didn't realize when Gabriel snapped their clothes away.
He suddenly found himself with a hard, naked body blanketing his own, Gabriel's dick swollen and leaking against his stomach. Sam felt a rush of heat pool in his stomach then move down, his own cock aching for attention.
"I need you," Gabriel whispered against his lips.
"I'm right here," Sam whispered back, ass clenching expectantly. He needed Gabriel just as much.
Cool, wet fingers breached his tight hole without ever having to reach for lube. The joys of being an angel. The enticing burn wasn't nearly enough. He canted his hips up, silently begging for more. Gabriel acquiesced, adding a second, then a third finger.
Sam panted as the Archangel pumped his fingers in and out, scissoring them and hitting his prostate every other time. When the hunter felt he couldn't take it anymore, he pushed back on the other man's shoulders, intent on rolling over so they could get this show on the road. Gabriel stopped him, pressing his shoulder back into the mattress.
"No, like this," Gabriel whispered into his neck, peppering kisses down and across his collarbone. Sam was once again shocked. They had never done it like this, face-to-face, bodies pressing together so intimately.
He only had a moment to wonder about this change when he felt the head of Gabriel's cock at his entrance.
"Sam, I..." Gabriel seemed at a loss for words. The angel just shook his head and pressed in. One long thrust brought them flush together. Sam could feel the other man's balls against his ass, a wonderful fullness burning through him. This was right.
Gabriel set a slow, intense pace. He pushed Sam's legs up to give himself more room to thrust. Each movement hit the prostate, pulling a whimper from the hunter's mouth.
Sam reached up to grip Gabriel's shoulders. The Archangel met his gaze, golden eyes glowing in the pre-dawn light. There was an intensity there that he'd not seen before. Gabriel's thrust were growing frantic, his expression wrecked when he leaned down and slammed his lips against Sam's. The angel's right hand moved up and pressed down on the talisman sitting on Sam's chest, the same exact way Eve's had, but rather than searing pain, Sam only felt waves of unending pleasure.
"Mine," Gabriel growled. Sam could feel something warm and soothing flowing through him, around him. Something distinctly Gabriel was surrounding him, flooding his mind and body.
Sam felt so at peace that his orgasm caught him off guard. One minute he was floating, the next he was coming, completely untouched, shooting his load onto his stomach as well as Gabriel's. A broken cry escaped his lips. That seemed to push the other man over the edge. The Archangel moaned as he emptied himself into Sam. The hunter gasped when he felt warmth invade his entire body, the sensation zeroing in on the hand still pressed against his chest. It burnt for just a second before fading into a delightful pleasure.
"Wow," he mumbled as Gabriel collapsed on top of him, both men breathing hard as they came down from their climax. He had never experienced anything like that. Sex with the angel was always good, but that had been earth shattering, mind blowing. It was intense and intimate in a way that Gabriel always refused to be.
The angel carefully pulled out and Sam immediately missed the fullness. He turned to his side and gathered Gabriel in his arms. He was surprised when the shorter man went without hesitation.
"I really need to check on some things. I want to talk to some old friends, find out how to ward against Eve for good," he told the hunter. Sam knew it was something that needed to be done, but the thought of being left alone in his bed after everything was a little too much.
"Wait 'til I'm asleep? Please?" he asked, completely unashamed at the pleading tone of his voice.
"Of course," Gabriel murmured.
Sam knew they seriously had some shit to talk about, and he hoped Gabriel would be willing to come morning, because that? That was so far from just fucking.
Sam quickly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep that night, safe and secure in his angel's arms.
Eve paced the large hall of the house she'd taken possession of. Sam had been far more resilient than she had expected, his feelings for Gabriel much stronger than she'd anticipated.
No matter, she could work with this. One hybrid was the same as another, it was all new and exciting and she'd soon convince Sam to help her, especially when Gabriel lived up to her rather low expectations. The Archangel was as gun shy as they came. His fear would rule him, just as it did all those years ago. It was only a matter of time. She could be patient. After all, that was one of the first lessons a mother learned: patience.