Part 3
He half dreaded that the archangel would just appear suddenly, but it didn't happen. Not that day and not for a while. Dean wondered how badly he might be hurt. He admitted that he might've been a bit worried. And apparently Sam grew some freaky mind-reading or Dean-decoding powers because he picked up on it and he got even bitchier about the whole thing. He was throwing some big psychological words at Dean's head which was annoying. He felt if he heard another sentence that contained the words 'trauma' or 'syndrome' he's gonna really flip out. He told Sam to cut it out, but his brother didn't understand it. Gabriel fucked up, Dean forgave him. Dean was... recovering, he will be over it. Didn't mean he had to make Gabriel the Winchesters' new archenemy... angel... archangel... he knew there was a joke in there so after he went to bed he fished out the amulet from his jeans pocket and told Gabriel about it.
It became a habit. He never was a praying type, and he wasn't sure whether his every-night nonsense counted as praying at all. But the third time he was able to say Gabriel's name on the first try and he stayed almost calm. Two days later he hung the amulet around his neck, only because he fell asleep while he held it in his hand and he almost couldn't find it in the morning. When a week passed he admitted that he was worried a bit, since the injury must've been really bad if it took this long to heal. He also said that Raphael better be dead cause Dean's going to roast him, then salt him and light him on fire again.
The next night Dean took a deep breath when he looked at his reflection is the mirror and made a decision. He walked back into his room, locked the door the took another deep breath to calm his nerves.
'Gabriel' he said out loud. 'I wanna see you' He waited a few seconds. 'If you could...'
'Hey Dean' came the voice from behind him.
He froze, he couldn't help it. Sweat broke out on his skin and his pulse was beating faster. He felt as a shiver went down his spine. Adrenaline pounded in his veins as it heightened his senses. His muscles tensed, wanting to jump into action, but he knew he couldn't move. He heard two footsteps, Gabriel came closer.
'You're afraid' not a question. It was pretty obvious Dean was sure of it and he wanted to tell his body to get a grip. He was not in danger for fuck's sake, Gabriel would not attack him, won't hurt him, even if he could and he really shouldn't think that. Because for a what felt most true was what Gabriel told him years ago in a theater hall filled with cheesy porn music, a disco globe and two hot girls in lingerie.
'I don't wanna hurt you. And you know that I can." Dean just grinned at him back then, he was just a job, just a another monster he had to fight and he wasn't scared. But he knew better and the knowledge was choking him, because he could, he really could just tear him apart, destroy him, send him in his worst nightmare in a blink of an eye...
'Stop it!' Dean didn't notice that he closed his eyes, nor that the archangel got in front of him. There were hands on his cheek and the back of his neck. 'Look at me' Gabriel told him. And Dean wanted to open his eyes, he really did. He regretted it that he couldn't bring himself to do it the last time, but... 'Dean, look at me' a thumb was stroking his jaw soothingly. Then Dean finally managed to force his eyelids to obey him and then he was looking into warm amber eyes. 'Hey you' Gabriel smiled.
'Hey' Dean managed, but his voice was all screwed up and he was pretty sure that he was shaking slightly. It was so stupid, he knew that, but he couldn't stop it. He felt fingers in his hair, just sliding in a bit. It seemed like Gabriel wanted to say something, but Dean spoke first. 'I... I'll get a grip... it's gonna pass... I'm just-' he was cut off by lips on his own. He tensed again as Gabriel leaned in much closer as he closed the distance between them, the kiss was gentle, but a solid press of lips. Gabriel didn't grip the back of his head, nor did he angle his head, he could get away if he wanted to, he knew Gabriel wouldn't stop him. He didn't back off.
The adrenaline was still pulsing in his veins, his body was still wired up tensely, his hands moved on their own accounts reaching up quickly and grabbing onto the lapels of Gabriel's jacket. he had no idea why he did it, his brain and his body seemed to be disconnected, maybe he wanted to push him away, maybe he wanted to hang onto something solid as his world was spinning around him.
Then a hiss from Gabriel caused him to drew back and let go of him like his jacked caught on fire. There was a look of discomfort, almost pain on his face as he rolled his right shoulder back slowly. Dean was confused for a bit, then the angel clarified.
'Any injury to my true form manifests on my vessel as well, and I'm not fully healed yet' he told him. And that one sentence managed to give Dean some footing, it was ridiculous how his mind squashed down his almost panic-attack mercilessly into a manageable level as soon as there was the possible task of taking care of someone.
'I could... you mind?' it didn't give him back the ability to speak in complete sentences though.
'You can only see it on my vessel, I will heal it when I...' then he visibly though about it. 'Sure' he said instead and peeled off his jacket. Dean saw as he winced when he had to move his right shoulder again. And Dean reached out without thinking unbuttoning the shirt and pushing it over the archangel's shoulder so that he didn't have to move. The material was damp over his collarbone and he noticed why when he pushed it off, since Gabriel's white undershirt was blood-soaked at the area, the wound just below the thin fabric.
'I should bandage that' he said before thinking and Gabriel opened his mouth to reply, but Dean cut him off. 'You're getting angel blood everywhere' he told him. Gabriel smiled.
'I guess you're right' Dean turned away to get the small med kit he always kept in his duffel bag. Gabriel was sitting on the edge of the bed when he turned back.
'Taking off the undershirt's gonna hurt' he told him when he sat down next to him, one leg under him so that he could turn towards Gabriel. The next second the clothing was gone from the archangel... half-naked archangel. Dean focused on the wound. it was thin, not that long but very deep, under the collarbone between the ribs. He knew what did it. Angel blade, Raphael's blade.
'He aimed for my heart' Gabriel told him.
'I don't need to clean it out I guess' Dean sad after a few seconds of silence.
'No' Gabriel told him.
'But if you can't heal it I have to make stitches so that it stops bleeding at least. The bandage won't hold on its own.'
'All right' Dean scrambled through the med-kit for the needle and he couldn't help but disinfect it. If Gabriel couldn't heel the cut maybe he won't be able to heal anything else either. He did swipe the gauze slightly soaked in the hydrogen peroxide over the wound, even if Gabriel told him it wasn't needed. The archangel didn't say anything, he didn't even flinch, even if Dean knew from personal experience that the stuff stung like Hell.
'I'd have a better angle if you laid down' Dean told him and Gabriel did. Neither of them spoke while Dean made the stitches. He would've thought that if he ever had to stitch up an angel it would be Cas, if he lost his grace completely, not Gabriel especially since he had all his powers. He leaned down to bite the nylon suture with his teeth when he was ready, not bothering with the scissors. He felt and heard as Gabriel took a sharp deep breath at that and Dean not knowing why or where it came from put a kiss on the now closed up wound before leaning back. He felt the metallic taste of blood on his lips - obviously - but he didn't want to think about it too deeply and there was no time for it. Gabriel's hands were on his face again as the archangel pulled him back down for a kiss. And Dean didn't froze and he didn't panic, he was not afraid. Gabriel kissed him more this time, coaxed his mouth open with his tongue until they were really kissing. Dean put his hand on the angel's chest and just enjoyed the way Gabriel kissed him like he was the first sip of water for thirst, the first breath of air after drowning, like he never thought that he would be allowed to do so.
Dean was panting heavily when Gabriel let go of his lips and the man put a kiss at the angel's face before leaning back.
'Let me finish this' Dean told him, Gabriel didn't object. The elder Winchester didn't know whether he expected him to, but he didn't dwell on it for long. There was blood around the wound and on the right side of Gabriel's chest and some also dripped lover on his side. Dean cleaned it away. It was easy to focus at the task at hand than to think about what was actually going on around his head. He didn't want to analyze it, he wanted to bandage Gabriel's wound for now. One thing at a time.
When he finished with cleaning up the blood and bandaging the wound securely he looked at Gabriel again. He could look at him again, he was making progress here. Then he noticed how Gabriel's eyes were on his chest and when he looked down he noticed that his T-shirt got bloody during their last kiss. No analyzing, Dean reminded himself then pulled the material over his head and tossed it away.
Gabriel reached out slowly, like he wasn't sure Dean wasn't going to scare back. And if Dean was honest with himself, he didn't know either what would trigger it. He didn't lean away from Gabriel's touch. He stayed there kneeling next to him on the bed, while Gabriel looked up at him while his fingers ran down his chest touching the silver amulet that was lying on his breastbone, then stroked his stomach and his ribs. Then the archangel was pulling him down again by his hips this time, but still not forcefully, only guiding him. They kissed and Dean enjoyed the fingers tracing patterns on his shoulder blades, tracing down his spine and stroking his skin.
Dean still wasn't sure whether his brain and body rec-connected again or not, but he didn't want to object when Gabriel turned them over, and his body was pliant under those hands too. His mind was saying yes and his body was eager when Gabriel unbuttoned his jeans and pushed it down along with his underwear. He moaned Gabriel's name until the angel sealed his lips on his and his body arched up into the archangel's touch,as fingers closed around his already hard manhood. He didn't even noticed that he got this turned on already. He kissed back eagerly, devouring the angel's mouth. All the adrenaline and pent-up energy finally breaking out and heating up his lust. This powerful being, who could destroy him in a second was kissing him, touching him, worshipping his body.
Dean's hips were thrusting up into Gabriel's fist, but the archangel didn't stop him, he let him move, forcing him to speed up. He held his dick with certainty, stroking him almost just a bit harder, just a bit faster, just like Dean needed it.
'Gabriel' Dean panted.
'Let go' the archangel whispered into his skin. 'I have you now' And Dean came after a few more strokes. His body arching up from the bed as much as it could with Gabriel half on top of him. He barely held in a scream as pleasure washed over him. Gabriel slowed down his strokes until Dean finished completely. Dean's body went boneless and the archangel kissed him again. Gently, but deep.
It took Dean quite some time to get his brain to work again and he was glad that his body finally managed to relax and stay that way even if Gabriel was still there. The angel looked at him with fondness, his amber eyes smiling.
'How do you want me to...' Dean started, but Gabriel was already shaking his head.
'Another time' he told him. 'I'm the one who has to make it up to you.'
'I've already forgiven you' Dean told him, while the archangel popped up himself on his elbows, on his left side of course.
'Yes and I'm grateful. But I do plan on spoiling you for a little while' he even raised his eyebrows suggestively.
'So... if I say that I want to eat a blueberry pie?' Dean asked, he didn't know where it came from. Gabriel always reminded him of sweet things, not surprisingly.
'Then there's already one at the desk' Gabriel answered and Dean had to sit up a little to look. And there it was. Huh? He looked down at the angel.
'Really?' Dean asked. He was still relaxed and felt all liquid after his orgasm and he didn't want the fear to return.
'You're my truth, Dean Winchester. I won't waver anymore and I won't let you go.'
The feeling that went through him was anything but unpleasant, but once again he did not want to look too closely why Gabriel's almost possessive statement sent a thrill through him, nor did he want to know why that pleased him. No analyzing.
End