So. I listened to "I Caught Fire" by The Used 40 times while writing this. I knew exactly what I wanted to do but IT WAS SO FREAKING DIFFICULT. But I finished, so awesome.

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For Mems, who gripped me tight and raised me from Perdition.

On the Perdition rooftop, a cool wind was blowing through, offering some relief in the otherwise-sweltering evening. It was a welcoming change from the loud, stifling club below them. Both Gabriel and Sam, the latter with a drink in hand, ascended the stairs to find three or four other groups of people standing around and chatting quietly. "Nice night," Sam said, tilting his head toward the stars above them.

Gabriel looked up, too. "I've seen better," he joked. When Sam let out a snort of laughter, Gabriel grinned and asked, "So Dean never told me that he had a brother. Where have you been hiding since Cas started dating him?"

Sam looked down at him and chuckled. "Nowhere in particular. I'm guessing that it just wasn't that important. You and Dean don't hang out all that much, do you? And when you do, Cas is there."

"Good point." To hide his nerves, he pulled a Twix out of his jacket and unwrapped it. "Want one?" He waved the candy at Sam, who grinned and shook his head.

"No, thanks. The only junk food I eat is the occasional doughnut."

"Fair enough." He took a huge bite out of one of the Twix. "That because of the cop thing, or…?"

Sam shrugged. "I just like to eat healthy. No need for me to have a heart attack at forty like Dean's cruising to do. After my dad…" Sam's voice suddenly trailed off.

A million possibilities raced through Gabriel's head. He had no idea what Sam and Dean's dad had to do with anything since Dean never mentioned him, either—in fact, he didn't talk about his family at all around Gabriel—but it seemed likely he wasn't around. "I'm sorry, kiddo. We don't have to talk about this."

"No, it's fine. I just haven't thought about him in awhile. He had a heart attack a few years ago. He used to be in the Marines, so we thought he was in pretty good shape, but he wasn't. He ate like Dean does and I used to. After that, I reevaluated and decided to make a change."

"I'm sorry about your dad, Sam. Dean never talks about him, either."

Sam shook his head, smiling to himself. "He wouldn't. He keeps stuff like that buried inside him. If something bothers him, he'll just sulk about it for awhile, but he won't talk about it. At least, not to me. Maybe he talks to Cas, though. Obviously, I wouldn't know, but I hope he's able to get Dean to open up."

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah. It would be nice to have that kind of relationship. Knowing you could talk about anything, that's special." He cleared his throat. "So, I didn't drag you away from your friends or anything, did I? Is someone gonna miss you if you're up here too long?"

"Nah. I mean, I came with my friend Jess, but I think she was more interested in meeting new people tonight. She probably won't be bothered if I stay out here for awhile. What about you? You didn't come by yourself, did you?"

"No, I—fuck," he said suddenly. He gave a brief laugh. "I completely forgot. I came here with my agent and I have no idea where he is now."

"Agent?" Sam asked as Gabriel pulled out his phone. "You have an agent? What, are you an actor or something?"

Gabriel snorted with laughter. "Hardly. I probably couldn't act my way out of a paper bag. No, I… Hang on." He sent a text to Roché: Where the fuck did you go? After he hit send, he looked back up at Sam. "No, I'm a writer. He's pretty cool, even though he can be a massive douche sometimes."

"A writer?" Dean hinted the night before that Sam might appreciate that, and the look on the younger Winchester's face right now indicated that Dean was right. Gabriel couldn't help feeling a little smug about that fact, but he also knew this could backfire. He wanted Sam to like him for him, not the fact that he was a published novelist. "Like, full-time or do you have another job?"

Gabriel shook his head, smiling. "Nope. I got published about six months ago. After I got that first royalty check, I quit my job. I used to work at a gallery—not The Garrison, a different one. But they knew how much it meant to me, so they were cool with it."

"Anything I would have read?"

Gabriel shrugged. "I don't know what you read." He grinned. "You look like an Oprah's Book Club type, though, and in that case, I doubt it, unless Oprah starts reading science fiction."

Sam laughed. His laugh made Gabriel smile like nothing else had in the past few weeks. It was actually kind of nice to be around someone who didn't know about the crap with Kali. Castiel and Roché and even Lu had all given him pitying looks and he hated that. He didn't want their pity.

His phone chose that moment to buzz, announcing Roché's reply. I'm currently in the back, getting ready to shag your friend Lu. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, pocketing his phone. Whatever. If Roché wanted to lie to him, so be it.

"Yeah, you're right," Sam was saying. "That doesn't sound like her at all. But you quit your job, so it must be paying pretty well, right?"

He shrugged again. "Yeah, I got a nice bit of cash from the whole deal. People aren't really recognizing me on the street just yet, which is actually a relief. Once that happens—if that happens," he corrected himself, "then I'll pretty much just have to Parkour everywhere I go with a black ski mask and just never stop running."

Sam laughed again, and when he finally stopped, there was still amusement behind his eyes. "I could definitely see you as a human pinball. Would you provide your own sound effects, or would you have someone following you around with a boom box or something?"

"Only one person? That's for amateurs. I'll have a whole team of people chasing after me. Although I suppose that would probably render going unnoticed completely futile. Oh, well. Sacrifices must be made."

Sam was still smiling and Gabriel was grinning right back. He suddenly wished there wasn't an eight-inch difference in their heights because he had the very strong urge to kiss Sam right then. It wasn't easy to do when you had to stand on your tiptoes just to meet the other person's mouth. Fortunately, Sam seemed to sense what Gabriel was thinking because a moment later, he leaned down and kissed him, letting his lips linger against Gabriel's for a few moments before pulling away.

Just a simple kiss like that had him grinning like an idiot, heart racing. All he could think was that damn, he really liked kissing Sam. He tried not to let it show too much, but it seemed almost physically impossible for him to not smile. Fortunately, Sam was still smiling, too, so he figured that was probably a good sign.

"So you said you came here with your agent?"

"Yeah. Well, not really—we didn't arrive together or anything. We just met here, that's all. He claims he's about to fuck Lu Pellegrino, but I doubt that," he added, snorting with laughter.

Sam laughed in both surprise and amusement. "You doubt that? Have you met the guy? He doesn't strike me as the type to say no."

"Oh, trust me, I know Lu. He's been my friend since high school. But he told me just last night that he's only doing couples now, so the joke's on Roché." Gabriel gave an exaggerated shrug as Sam nearly choked on his drink.

"He—what? I think I may have misheard you." Sam looked stunned as he tried to process what Gabriel had just said.

"Yeah, apparently he's done having sex with one person at a time. He also told me last night that he did the Milligans last night—you know, Mike and Rachel. The owner of The Garrison and his wife."

Sam started laughing again, covering his face and doubling over. "Oh, my God. He's insane or something. Is he really…?"

Gabriel grinned. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he was being serious. Mike and Rachel both looked really weird for the rest of the night. Like, 'Did we actually just do that' with a little bit of 'Damn, that was fun.'"

Sam finally regained control, straightening up and taking another swig from his cup. A small smile still remained on his face, though. "So you just met your agent here? If you don't mind me asking, why? This is kind of a strange place for a business meeting, you know?"

"Well, it was really his idea. He told me he'd heard a lot about this place and was planning on checking it out tonight, and since I'd already basically decided I was going to be here anyway, we kind of just met up. There wasn't anything altogether intentional about it. Blondes aren't really my type, anyway," he added, eliciting another laugh from Sam.

Then Sam asked something that took him completely by surprise. "Want to go dance?" he asked, grabbing him by the wrist and gently tugging him back toward the stairs.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, letting himself be pulled along. "Alright, but I'm warning you now—I'm amazing. Try not to act completely impressed," he joked.

"You're terrible, aren't you?" Sam asked with a grin, pausing on the first stair and turning to meet Gabriel's gaze.

"Awful. It's embarrassing for me and everyone around me," Gabriel laughed. From this height, he was at Sam's eye level. He could finally see that, even in the low light, Sam's eyes were a stunning hazel he'd never seen before. Suddenly, he couldn't look away. "I like to think I deserve an 'A' for effort, though."

Laughing again, Sam shook his head. Gabriel took advantage of their current lack of height disparity and pressed his lips to Sam's. A moment later, Sam was leaning into the kiss, running his fingers over the back of Gabriel's neck. The shorter man's heart started racing again as he inched closer and slid his arm around Sam's shoulders. He couldn't resist brushing back Sam's hair—Gabriel used to think that his hair was pretty long, but Sam's was on a whole different level. But it was soft and he just wanted to twist his fingers through it and never let go.

"Well, I didn't want to dance anyway," Sam said softly when they finally broke the kiss. He didn't move either of his hands—not the one at the back of Gabriel's neck and not the one that had looped around his waist. It was nice and Gabriel found himself settling into Sam, lacing his fingers together behind his back.

"Good. You might never have spoken to me after what was bound to be a pathetic display."

Sam shook his head solemnly. "You're right. I would have been so horrified that, out of concern for my social standing, I'd have had to break Dean and Cas up just to make sure you were no longer involved in my social circle."

Gabriel snorted with laughter. "Easy on the one-liners, kiddo. A gal's likely to take them seriously."

"Seriously?" Sam leaned forward and lightly kissed him for a moment. "I kind of wanted to get out of here anyway."

Gabriel smiled. "One question. How much have you had to drink?"

"Nothing, actually. I've been drinking water all night. I never drink at clubs—it's a recipe for disaster." He smiled. "Fretting over my virtue?"

"The thought may have crossed my mind."

"Well, I promise I'm not drunk." Sam briefly ran his fingers through Gabriel's hair. "So what do you think?"

"I think not being here is an acceptable proposal."

Sam couldn't help laughing at Gabriel's goofy grin.

By the time they arrived at Gabriel's apartment, the writer was so distracted that it took him ten seconds to find his keys. He finally located them in his jacket, pulling back from Sam long enough to fit the key in the lock, before stumbling through the door, dragging Sam with him. Fumbling with the lights with one hand and Sam's jacket with the other, the taller man finally shoved Gabriel against the wall and tugged off both their jackets.

With Sam leaning against him, holding him against the wall, his brain was short-circuiting. He kept running his fingers through Sam's hair, trying to pull him closer even though it was a physical impossibility with their clothes on. But he didn't want to keep their clothes on, so it ended up working itself out when he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Sam let his hands slide down Gabriel's sides and the smaller man felt himself aching for his touch, for more skin-to-skin contact, for friction as his jeans felt almost unbearably tight. He let his fingertips drift down to Sam's hips before bringing them back up, dragging his shirt along, finally feeling Sam's stomach and chest as he lifted his shirt higher. Sam leaned back for a moment to sweep his shirt off before pressing his mouth back to Gabriel's, moaning softly when Gabriel parted his lips.

The first time Sam's tongue traced across his lips and swept into his mouth, it was almost explosive. Gabriel groaned, digging his nails into Sam's back, welcoming the sensations Sam elicited from a mere touch. He instinctively rutted against Sam and moaned, digging in his nails, as Sam's jeans rubbed against his. Gabriel groaned again, feeling like a teenager alone with his crush for the first time, pulling open Sam's belt and whining as the younger man ground his denim-clad hips against Gabriel's. Then Sam was unbuckling Gabriel's belt and Gabriel pushed at Sam's jeans, letting his fingers drag against Sam's skin. Sam moaned softly and kicked off his shoes, pushing his jeans completely off before sliding his hands around to Gabriel's ass and squeezing. The smaller man managed to pull himself together long enough to realize where they were and started laughing.

"What?" Sam asked, pulling back a bit and grinning at his laughter.

"We're still in the hallway," he choked out through his giggles.

Sam chuckled and shook his head. "Well, so we are. And?"

Still struggling to contain his laughter, Gabriel slung his arms around Sam's waist and started leading him toward the closest room, his office. He pulled Sam down for another kiss, trailing his fingers through Sam's hair. Sam scraped his teeth over Gabriel's lower lip and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding his hands under the denim. Gabriel moaned, raking his nails over Sam's back, and then spun the chair in front of his computer around, pushing Sam into it. before settling onto his lap and straddling him. He felt Sam smiling into the kiss, running his hands over his back and up his sides, sending bolts of pleasure through him.

For several long minutes, they simply kissed, enjoying the feeling of just touching and being touched. Gabriel toed out of his shoes without breaking the kiss, pressing himself closer to Sam. He moaned softly as Sam unzipped his jeans and cupped his ass, drawing a shudder from the writer. He nibbled at Sam's lips for a moment before pushing back and sliding off his lap. "Hang on," he murmured, shimmying out of his jeans. He climbed back onto Sam's lap and pressed another kiss to his lips, grinding his ass against Sam's erection. The taller man groaned and dug his nails into Gabriel's hips.

"Just planning on teasing me all night?" Sam half-joked, his pupils blown wide to leave a thin ring of hazel visible. "Or were you planning on actually doing something?"

Gabriel grinned. "I was thinking about actually doing something. Just thinking about it, though." When Sam let out a low growl of frustration, Gabriel's grin widened. "Just kidding, Sam." He gave Sam another light kiss, secretly relieved that he could easily meet his mouth now, and reached behind him to pull open a drawer of his desk. Pulling back and still grinning, he handed Sam a condom and a bottle of lubricant. He shifted in Sam's lap just long enough to pull off his boxers and then went right back to straddling the younger man.

Sam set the condom on the desk behind him and scraped his teeth over Gabriel's neck. Gabriel shuddered and closed his eyes, bracing his hands on Sam's shoulders. He heard the snap of the bottle opening and another as Sam closed it, and then there was the press of one of his fingers against his entrance. He bit down on his lip and dug his nails into Sam's shoulders, letting out a faint hiss.

"You okay?" Sam asked into his neck.

"Y-yeah. It's just been awhile, that's all." He combed his fingers through Sam's hair and loosened his hold on his shoulders.

"Want me to keep going?"

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah. I want this." He breathed into his ear, "I want you."

He was trembling by the time Sam had him completely open, panting breathlessly and whimpering, "Please, Sammy." He rocked his hips against Sam's fingers, letting out a ragged moan when he hit that spot. "I'm ready. Sammy, please…"

Sam moaned softly into Gabriel's neck and withdrew his fingers. Gabriel gasped and shifted his weight to help Sam tug off his boxers. As soon as they were off, Sam reached behind him and tore open the condom wrapper, and Gabriel moved back to allow him to roll it on. Another palmful of lubricant slicked across Sam's cock and Sam was whispering, "Ready?" Gabriel nodded quickly, raising himself so Sam could position himself underneath him. He inhaled sharply and sank onto Sam's length.

"Oh, God, Sam!" Gabriel gasped. He closed his eyes let out a whine as Sam rocked his hips, digging his nails into his shoulders and meeting his thrust. Sam wrapped his arms tightly around him, holding him close and thrusting again. "God, Sam! Yes!" Panting heavily, he rutted against Sam and cried out when Sam's cock hit his prostate. He felt Sam's lips grazing the curve of his neck again and twisted his fingers into Sam's hair. The younger man's hands were all over him, running over his back, up and down his sides, across his shoulders, into his hair, down his legs. His gentle caresses had Gabriel riding him harder, willing himself closer to Sam, but feeling freer than he had in weeks. He dipped his head to lick a path up Sam's neck, and the taller man shuddered, tightening the grip he had on Gabriel's hips. "I love it when you do that," he murmured into Gabriel's neck.

"Yeah?" Even breathless, he still managed to maintain a teasing tone. "What about when I do this?" He licked at the spot right behind Sam's ear, then locked down, sucking on his skin and trying to leave a mark. Sam groaned loudly, thrusting into Gabriel harder.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed when he finally caught his breath. "That, too."

"Good to know." Gabriel grinned into Sam's skin and rocked his hips against Sam again, meeting his thrust. He gasped when Sam hit that bundle of nerves again, sending sparks across his vision. No matter how much he pretended for Sam, he was slowly losing control. He struggled not to just mindlessly ride him, but when Sam wrapped his fingers around Gabriel's cock, it was over. With a pathetic-sounded keening, he sank his nails back into Sam's shoulders and gyrated his hips, drawing a low moan from the younger man. Again and again, he rocked against Sam, and every time, Sam's length brushed against his prostate and sent another shudder through Gabriel's body. The writer moaned loudly every time Sam stroked his cock, keeping in time with the rhythm Gabriel set up. He was getting closer and every passing second made it harder to hold back. Just as he felt that aching heat curling in the pit of his stomach, Sam pulled him closer, breathing, "God, Gabe, you feel so good."

"Jesus, Sammy!" he gasped, fisting his fingers in Sam's hair. A moment later, he was arching against him, moaning as he came, Sam's hand still on his cock and still pumping. As if from somewhere far away, he heard Sam moaning, too, and realized he must be coming as well. Sam's free arm was around him, pinning him to Sam's chest, and as their heartbeats slowed, Gabriel closed his eyes and buried his face in Sam's neck.

Gabriel and Sam stayed like that for a few minutes, catching their breath and still hanging on to each other. It finally sank in, what they'd just done, and he wondered where it went from here. This, right here, holding Sam, was the happiest he'd been in a long time—even before Kali left him. Now that he was looking back, she'd always been rather cold and distant, but Sam wasn't like that. He was warm and friendly and just so caring. It actually scared Gabriel a little, just how much Sam was able to change his whole mood so quickly.

"Did you want me to leave?" Sam asked, startling Gabriel out of his thoughts.

Without thinking, he shook his head, then quickly added, "I mean, you don't have to leave if you don't want to. My bed's big enough for both of us, even if you are the size of a moose."

Sam laughed and brushed a few strands of hair behind Gabriel's ear. "I'm okay with staying for the night if you're okay with it. Just lead the way."

Gabriel nodded, finally managing to tear his gaze from the younger Winchester's eyes, and slid off Sam's lap. He set to work gathering the few articles of their clothing that were strewn across the office floor as Sam threw away the condom. Deciding to leave the shirts, jackets, and Sam's jeans where they were in the hallway, he grabbed Sam by the hand and led him to the bedroom. He tossed the clothes on the floor and climbed into bed, indicating for Sam to do the same. Sam smiled and crawled in next to Gabriel. Automatically, he reached out for the shorter man and pulled him close.

"Aw, are we spooning, Sammy?" he joked.

Sam immediately pulled his arm back. "Sorry. Did you not—?"

Gabriel turned back to look at him. "I was just kidding, Sam. It's fine." He offered up a smile. "I like it, okay?" He grabbed Sam's arm and pulled it back over him. The taller man snuggled a little closer to him, cradling Gabriel to his chest, and that night, for the first night in weeks, Gabriel slept and didn't dream of Kali.

So, because I'm sure you're all wondering now, yes, Balthazar and Lucifer had sex. And yes, their tryst will be posted. Yes, it is done. By the time you read this, I bet it's posted.

I'm just awesome, okay?