Word count: 900-ish

Genre: PWP, romance

Rating: mature

Prompt: Sabriel; library

Admittedly, this had started out less than consensual. Sam had been stuck - pathetically, desperately stuck - on a case, the spell needed to exorcise the particular demon they were hunting impossible to find like it had been erased from existence, and when Gabriel had popped in and claimed to be able to help, Sam hadn't even hesitated to agree to the "terms" the archangel had stated.

That the terms made him pretty damn uncomfortable with both his own sexuality and pretty much everything else as well, seemed a small price to pay at the time; the demon was bad news, and both him and Dean were fucking tired of driving through wrecked village after wrecked village on the Mexican coast.

So, Sam had puckered up - literally - and scored himself a thousand year old exorcism. And an archangel.

If anyone asked him, the following times were just as non-consensual, just as driven by necessity, as that first time, six months ago. Besides the fact that he got a hold of all the information he needed to finish a case, who cared how he came across it, right?

And it wasn't like anyone else knew that Sam had "inconveniently" forgotten the numbers to the contacts who he knew had expertise in the right area, or pointedly ignored several books which he were sure would be able to help. As long as he kept that to himself, what harm was there?

"Seriously, kiddo, it's like screwing me fucked up your brain or something," Gabriel smirked at him, from where he was seated on top of the old mahogany table in the library reading hall. No one around them paid any attention to him, despite him breaking both the rule against talking loudly and eating in the vicinity. But then again, that wasn't how things worked with Gabriel, Sam knew from experience.

He took a moment to pointedly raise an eyebrow at the lollipop Gabriel was moving around his mouth with his tongue - a pretty obscene display, actually - either way.

"Are you really supposed to have that here?" he asked.

"Like it matters," Gabriel shrugged. "It's not like I can make a bigger mess with this thing," he popped it out of his mouth with a low slurping sound, "than we're gonna make in a while anyway. Or am I wrong?"

He waggled his eyebrows and Sam tried his very best to stop his cheeks from tinting pink. He doubted he succeeded.

"Err, well, maybe, if you can help me with this translation in ancient Egyptian. None of the books I've found can explain this hieroglyph, I think it might be a dialectal difference, but I need to be sure so we don't get it wrong…"

It's all bullshit, and they both know it, but Sam can't be bothered to give a damn, not when ten minuted later he's balls-deep in Gabriel's ass, the angel making loud appreciative noises against the back of the books which he is laid out over, panting breath spreading the papers Sam were meant to be translating across the table, voice chanting Sam's name mixed with a stream of commands such as,

"C'mon Sam, give it to me big boy, fuck me like you mean it, s'that all you got, Sam, how much s'that translation really worth to ya, show me, Sam, show me you mean it, mmngh…!"

And Sam must be losing his mind, maybe screwing Gabriel did mess with his brain, because he leans in, closer, drapes himself over Gabriel's writhing back and growls,

"I don't give a damn about any, nnh, translation - fuck Gabriel, ah - just wanted you here, just wanted— wanted this- wanted you…"

"Shit, Sam, Sam," Gabriel groans, and with a few more thrusts he's coming, soiling Sam's research, papers and books scattering everywhere as his arms flail over the table, grasping for— for something; sanity maybe, and Sam knows exactly what that feels like, as he presses his face to Gabriel's shoulder blades and, at the feeling of the archangel shuddering and coming all around him, only holds on for another few seconds before he follows him.

Afterwards, Gabriel just picks his discarded lollipop back up from the floor, and with a snap of his fingers, the lollipop is wrapped in it's original packing, library clean and organised, Sam's note unsoiled by sweat and other… body fluids.

"The books y'need is right over there," Gabriel points out and cocks his head at on of the shelves.

Sam glances at it. "I know."

Gabriel's grins, and he leans over and nudges Sam's nose with his own, before slipping the lollipop into the breast-pocket of Sam's shirt.

"How about next time, we try to do research someplace more private, hmm?" Gabriel says, raising an eyebrow. "Not that I mind using my powers on unsuspecting humans, but I usually like to do it for something more fun than to hide what I'm doing in the public library the middle of the day."

Sam 'hmm's, pretends to consider that for a moment, and then raises an eyebrow of his own. "How about next time, we skip the research altogether?" he suggests.

Gabriel grin widens. "Sounds good to me, kiddo."