TAKEN FOR GRANTED
CHAPTER FIVE-Desperate Need
DISCLAIMER: Own nothing but a need to eyewitness the… scenes that follow.
I am so sorry this chap is so very late. Reality has been hard and my internet has been a bitch. I hope I am forgiven. Not too much furthering of the plot in this one, but I think it will be interesting. J
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A/N 1-I figured I owed a bit of an explanation to those of you who have been waiting so patiently for an update. I have had severe technical issues with my online services. At the moment, using IE, but am unable to access several sites I adore and I don't know why. Something about word line? I also became locked out of my ff acct and had no way to post this chapter, it's been done for a while and my email is going through some kind of weird corruption phase. Everything came crashing down at once. IE is letting me post without an ssl error so I'm taking this opportunity to get this up. All sites have either slowed, crashed or will not load and I do not know what to do. If anyone has tech exp., I am desperate for help and would gladly trade help for a story of your choice. Or even if anyone has suggestions. I would really love to hear from you. Send a pm, please and now, onto the porn.
A/N2: I realized the final scene between Dean and Castiel ended abruptly, so bare with me as I add a little more detail. Up first is a look into Gabriel and Sam as they arrive back in the motel room. Mild M/M slash. Please do not read if this offends you. If there are readers out there who would prefer plot without porn, let me know and I will do what I can so you too can enjoy the story.
Gabriel and Sam arrived back in the hunter's motel room and the archangel smiled. All six feet four of Sam Winchester was wrapped around the smaller being. Turning his head slightly, he brushed his lips up the hunter's neck and whispered.
"We're back, Sammy."
"Hmmm. Yeah. Wait. What?"
Gabriel chuckled. "You're a little slow on the uptake, aren't 'cha?"
"Huh..." Sam finally caught up with the program and leaned back, frowning at the Archangel. If Dean had been there, he would have labeled the hunter's current expression number forty-four: Should I bitch or just ignore the asshole. Apparently, bitching was today's special. Gabriel didn't know it yet, but he was about to learn firsthand why the hunter's older brother affectionately called him "bitchy Samantha."
Sam pushed away from the archangel and glared.
"Just because you have been flying for freaking eternity does not give you the right to be condescending! I've never done it before and I am telling you right the hell now, that if I have digestive problems as Dean has, I will so kick your ass! Got it?"
"Digestive? Ohhh, not a problem Sammy-."
Sam glared and poked the archangel in the chest, huffing as he spoke, "Don't. Call. Me. Sammy! And I would appreciate you stepping off the pedestal that for some reason you seem to think is your birthright! Because, frankly, I'm not impressed. In the least."
Sam began to walk away when Gabriel spoke, "oh, Sammy", and it pissed him off even more. The archangel was smirking and…smug. And the youngest Winchester knew smug. His brother had turned it into an art form. Lording it over him all the damn time. And the smirk? His brother had perfected it. And why the hell did they all think the sun rose from their asses? Cocky arrogant assholes. God! The crap he had to put up with!
Gabriel narrowed his eyes slightly at the human's attitude. The higher being was not used to being challenged. Hell, he'd been worshipped, ritualized; human sacrifices had been made for centuries; all to honor the deity. Not to mention those who'd wanted to offer themselves to him in any way he wanted. His job had some wonderful perks. But this boy? He fanboys over his little bro but he gets crap thrown at him…metaphorically speaking of course. He's an archangel, dammit! Uh-uh. This shit was not gonna fly. Using his most powerful, intimidating voice, (although not the one that could kill any human within miles), and straightening to his full height, (considering his vessel was almost a foot shorter than Sam was a major feat indeed…) Gabriel fluttered his wings assertively. All part of the package that made the angel the heavenly warrior he had been for millennia. Except, Sammy wasn't following the plan…What in Lucifer's home? He'd get this back on track, dammit.
"Hello? Archangel? Trickster? Loki? Any of this ringing a bell for you Samuel Winchester?"
"Not especially."
"Not…especially?"
Yeah, that's what I said. Didn't hear me when I said it the first time? Maybe listening would help, although I doubt it-."
The archangel stood even taller and glared at the human, "I will have you know that I'm kinda important. I got worshippers up the ass. Thousands of churches named after me, all of humanity praying to me. Leaving me tributes and bowing at my feet when I appear. Awestruck-. "
The younger hunter snorted and Gabriel stilled, speechless at his audacity. He'd cut him off?!
"Human-."
"Get over yourself. Seriously. If you spent any time with your 'worshippers', they might start rethinking the whole 'The-Archangel-Gabriel-is-worthy-of-our-love-and-devotion' and decide its more 'Damn-Gabriel-is-full-of-himself-and-arrogant-as-fuck-and…and…SHORT!"
The archangel glared as he stomped over to the human and slammed him into the wall, body pressing against him in his anger, "short? Short! I will have you know that-", Gabriel stopped speaking when he felt Sam slide involuntarily against him. He swallowed a moan. Father. That had felt so good. so hot. Calming himself, he spoke.
"I know my little bro told you and Deano that he's as big as the Chrysler building-", the archangel closed his eyes and leaned into the hunter's neck, "but you have any idea how much bigger this Archangel is-".
Gabriel felt the human swallow and a shiver run through him as he pulled the archangel closer, breath hitching as he moaned out the words, "h-how big...Gabe. I...God...how big..."
The heavenly being tugged at Sam's hair, growling, tilting his head as the hunter groaned and dragged his hands down the archangel's back to his ass, squeezing it; yanking him deeper into his body. Gabriel gasped; the hunter was hard, just as he was and he latched his mouth onto his neck; licking, sucking, moving his way up to Samuel's ear and then fucking it with his tongue. Panting, he whispered hotly.
"So big, Sammy...so very big-."
Sam gasped, "Feel you...Jesus...ant you. Need to feel you against me. Fucking touch me, archangel."
"So hot, Sammy. So-mmmph."
Gabriel was suddenly speechless when the hunter swooped down and shoved his tongue in the archangel's mouth, groaning as Sam twisted and curled his tongue around the hunter's. Gabriel gave as good as he got, both battling for domination before the archangel gave in and let Sam control the movements. The hunter was used to being the dominant one. He wouldn't be for long because he knew what-Sam finally broke the kiss, wheezing as he gulped in air. Gabriel took advantage and latched on to the hunter's collarbone, his mouth moving up to suck on the hunter's neck as he nipped and licked at the human's pulse point.
Sam pressed Gabriel's mouth deeper into his neck as he panted.
"Gabe... God! Please...want-."
"What do you want... tell me what you want me to do to you."
Sam's breath hitched as he spoke, "touch me, want your hands on my-."
Gabriel whispered into his ear, "the things I want to do to you, Sammy...the things I'm going to do to you..." groaning as Sam's erection throbbed against his stomach. Stepping back, he slid his hands underneath the hunter's flannel and pushed it off, throwing it behind him. Hands dragged and slid inside his t-shirt and he licked his lips as he touched warm, tight skin and hard muscle. His eyes snapped to the human as Sam spoke.
"Feels-."
"So hot, Sammy. Father, can't wait to-."
The archangel yanked up Sam's t-shirt and latched onto a nipple. The hunter gasped and brought his hands up to either side of Gabriel's head, almost whimpering.
"God! More… take in more-", suddenly the other nipple was taken into a mouth and…Sam groaned. Loud. Low. Deep. How was the archangel doing it? And why the fuck was he even thinking? And then he was done thinking. He was losing control and for the first time in so long, he let go.
"Oh, Jesus, Yes. How are you-Oh my God..."
Gabriel smiled and moved back; the need to watch Sam come undone because of the archangel was stronger than Gabe's need to get off and when was the last time that had happened? Standing back, he centered on the hunter's thoughts. Father. What the gorgeous boy wanted was…The archangel groaned as he listened. Pressing his hand down on his own erection, Father, he was hard. Harder than he'd ever been...his eyes trailed down the taller man's abdomen, hips and then….Gabriel groaned. He didn't need to be the Herald to see how hard the hunter was. The zipper was straining, his jeans tight around his hips and between his legs. Sammy was big. Not as big as he himself was, but nobody ever was, though this gorgeous boy was damn close. He wasn't sure how long he could keep his distance. He wanted to watch the human fall apart, so he tamped down on his own appetites and turned thoughts and desires into reality.
Dean groaned as the angel pulled him closer, deeper onto his own body. The hunter felt him throbbing as Castiel slid his legs along Dean's calves; grinding his cock against the hunters. Said hunter's hands clutched convulsively as Castiel ran hands inside his jeans, slender fingers against his ass. Dean gasped and shoved down, thrusting his tongue into Cas' mouth and against his body. Dean was panting; each touch lit him up; he was hot and cold; weak and strong...Jesus, what was happening to him? Pulling from the kiss, needing to pull away; get far away. From whatever this was...whatever Cas was doing to him.
"Dean...please, do not pull away, not now."
Dean swallowed at the pleading tone. He looked into the angel's eyes and nothing else mattered. Just this. Them. Cas. He was...damn. Beautiful. And wasn't that a totally gay thing to think? Didn't matter, it was true. Sweat dripped down his face, eyes dark with want, cheeks flushed and his mouth was red, lips swollen. Dean dipped back down to taste them for himself and when he drew back, they were both panting. Dean couldn't stop staring, he was mesmerized. He'd never seen Cas out of control and watching him come undone was...
"Deannn, I...what's-."
Dean leaned in and whispered against the angel's lips.
"'S okay, let go. Want to see you let go."
Castiel smiled and pulled him down into a long kiss and then whispered.
"With you, Dean. Only with you."
Dean moaned his breath hard and insistent and Castiel wrapped his arms around the hunter, pressing them together.
"Now, Hunter, now."
Dean felt the angel's body tighten as their orgasms ran through them. Castiel moaned and arched his back as he came. Dean held off on his own release; he wanted…God….needed to see him like that. Watch the normally stiff, (stiff-in a good way), serious, staid, sedate angel writhe and pant. Castiel shouted out Dean's name and yanked, pulling him down; holding him closer, tighter. He hated being held down, always had. Too much like Alistair, Hell…Only his reasons this time were completely different. He briefly fought against the hold; struggled because he needed to watch the angel lose all control because of him. Then Cas moaned into Dean's neck.
"Deannn...oh, Deannn..."
Dean moaned, latching onto the angel's collarbone, (and damn, what a collarbone). Fuck. He tasted so good and he wanted to stay like this. So close; connected, wanted. Wanting...because of who it was. Not some chick from a bar. It was him. Cas. His. No one else's. Just. Dean's. And that thought, along with the angel moaning his name was all it took. Even as his orgasm raced through his body, dread slammed into his chest. What had he done? He'd defiled...
"Come for me, hunter. I want you to come for me."
Dean lifted and looked into Castiel's eyes and he was gone. Moaning loudly, in desperate need, he climaxed, body stuttering, trembling. Castiel held him through it. His body shaking as the angel whispered, "shhh, I've got you, shhh."
Dean looked down at him and smiled, "Angel."
And everything went white.
Gabriel smiled as he waited for Sam to notice the archangel had stepped away from him. He watched as the hunter stilled, eyes closed and then that frown. He knew the human realized he'd pulled back. Sam slowly opened his eyes, saw the distance between them and groaned in frustration and anger.
"What the fuck? You're grinning?! You enjoy fucking with me?"
"Oh Sammy, you have no idea." And here it comes. Normally so in control and calm. But frustrated and passionate Sam were his favorite. Hot. Very hot-and he wanted to see the boy base, primal, shameless. His reactions. Hear him speaking dirty; hear the hunter tell him about those fantasies. His need of Gabriel overriding everything else. His temper would bring that out. Turn him dirty, sexy. Hot-.
"You bastard! You think this is a game. Tease the human 'til he's so hot, so fucking-."
"Sam?"
"Shut the hell up! You want to play with me? String me along? Make me feel like...like-just so you can show who the damn archangel is?! That how you get off? Fucking cock blocker! Well, you know what? Fine! I'll just take care of myself! Now, get the hell-."
Gabriel liked sweet little Sammy all frustrated and bitchy. It was hot. And the images that came to mind at his words of jerking himself off were...now that? Father, that would be hot. But, not tonight, soon. Very soon. For tonight, he was going to show the hunter just how the Herald could make Sammy scream without laying a finger on him. And that thought just brought up all kinds of naughty images. This boy was just yummy.
"...and furthermore...are you even listening to me? Oh my God! You're not! First you get me all turned on and leave me hanging-Gabriel! You could at least give me the courtesy of paying attention."
Gabriel smiled. He was being a very bad archangel, but bitchy Sam was just so….Damn. He had been staring. He never stared. He was a multi-tasking genius. A warrior. He wouldn't have lived this long without the ability to separate his lust and physical need from his strength and duty. Hell, even she hadn't known how far he'd fallen. And she had known almost everything about him. She was the only being that had ever meant everything to him and he'd paid. Dearly. He'd never forgotten. Ever. Kept control and his wits at the forefront until…He swallowed. Until now. So alike were the two; Sammy and her. He shook his head. No. Never again. He wouldn't go through it again. It was time for the Trickster. All fun and no work made this being happy-it was time to play with this luscious boy. His glance shifted up to the human as he spoke to the archangel.
"Have you heard a damn word I've said-?"
"Oh, Sammy. How do you expect me to pay attention to anything but that cock trying to burst out of those tight jeans?"
Sam just gaped.
"You...You-."
"Yes, me. Wanna hurry it along, cowboy?"
"How Dare you! I am not one of your little worshipping...people, peasants...whatever! Don't expect me to fall to my knees before your almighty archangel-full-of-crap ass!"
Gabriel just swiveled his head, trying to get a view of that perfect ass.
"I am going to...what are you...are you staring at my ass...you are! Don't even-", Sam huffed, straightened his shoulders and leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling smugly. Gabriel shook his head in mirth.
"You don't actually think that's gonna stop me, Sammykins?"
"Don't. Call. Me. Sammykins! It sounds like some kinda pastry or some damn thing-."
Gabriel couldn't help it. He started laughing. And couldn't stop and he tried, he really did, but he hadn't laughed like that in a very long time. He was surprised he still could after everything. Finally, he controlled himself and looked over at Sam, grinning at the taller man. Uh-oh, apparently, little Sammy did not find it as hilarious as he, himself did. He was glaring. Gabriel sighed. Hadn't he already told him the look didn't intimidate the archangel in the least? It was hot, though; Sam glaring at him; he was so sick of the very things that the human accused him of. The worship and sacrifices, beings dropping to their knees in supplication. Maybe that was why this boy got under his skin. And still the boy glared at him, but he started imagining his own little Sammy as a deliciously edible gingerbread man or maybe...baklava. Yes, Sweet and light. Oh, the fun he would have peeling layer after layer of sticky Sammy...mmmmm-.
"I have fucking had it with you! You are the most discourteous, ove rbearing, egotistical, pompous, insolent, ill-mannered excuse for an archangel I have ever met!"
"You're cute when you're horny."
Sam's face turned bright red, "Get the hell out of my room! NOW!"
"No."
"No? No? What the fuck you mean no?"
"I mean no. No, as in a refusal or rejection of a request made by another."
Sam distantly wondered if it was possible to have a full body embolism. No, he didn't think he'd ever heard of one. Good. He'd be the first. With his luck, his brother and the damn archangel would use one of those stupid pet names for him. Dean's would be Samantha and Gabe's? Fucking Sammykins! Well, fuck that! God, he hated being the only sane one in a world full of stupid ass morons. Gabriel was like his damn brother. That's all he needed. He might not have a choice where his brother was concerned about the stupid girl names, but this archangel could go screw himself…God. Why did that bring up such hot images of-, "you know what? You are a fucking asshole and you seem to want the damn room so much? Keep it! I'm leaving!"
Sam got as far as the door, grabbed the doorknob and started to turn it-.
"Uh-uh, Sammy. Not done yet! Maybe if you're a good boy for this archangel, I will think on your...request. Allow you to-."
"Good boy? Allow? Who the hell do you think you-", suddenly he was pushed back against the door, unable to move. At all. Except for his head. Good, he may not be able to move very much, but if the damned archangel wanted to play, he'd play. He couldn't free his body, but he could still bitch and he did not intend to keep his mouth closed.
"Oh my tightass, that image? You on your knees, mouth open, waiting for…the images are…so hot, gorgeous boy, so tight around me; sliding in and out of that wet heat, looking down at-calm down, Sam."
"Fat damn chance! Let me go!"
Gabriel sauntered over to the hunter and slid a hand down his chest, grinning when Sam swallowed a moan. Leaning into the hunter's neck, he licked up to his ear and blew.
"I don't think so. I like you like this. All trussed up and my little fuckdoll to do with whatever I want."
"Blow me, archangel-", the hunter choked when hot breath, a wet tongue and that voice slid up his neck and into his ear.
"Would you like that, hunter?"
"You want to know what I want? I want you to let me fucking go!"
Gabriel just bit down on Sam's ear, smiling when the hunter licked his lips unconsciously.
"Make you a deal? You like dirty talk?"
"Huh?"
" You heard me. Answer."
"I...dirty...no, I don't need a shower-wait, you said..."
Oh, his brainy hotass was unable to put two thoughts together…this was going to be so hot.
"I said, you gotta kink for dirty talk, hunter?"
Sam used what sense he still had and answered. At least he thinks he answered. God, he hoped he had.
"I...no! Don't...just...NO! All right? No!"
Gabriel breathed and whispered, "I think you're lying...No. You will listen. Tell you what? I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you what I want to do to you, how I'm going to make you scream for me and if it doesn't make you hot, I'll leave you alone. Deal?"
Sam almost wished he had a kink like that. He had no doubt Gabriel would make him writhe. But dirty talk? No. Probably one of his brother's; God, he hoped he never found out. But it wasn't one of his. He really didn't have any… Girls had tried it and it had done nothing for him. He also knew without a doubt that the archangel had seen and done it all, everything. The hunter was white bread, vanilla. Except for those dreams-Sex with this angel would be way too intimidating; He was boring, sex was nice but… this was a bet he knew he could win, so he smiled.
"Fine. Whatever. But you're wasting your time."
"Oh, Sammy. Better hang on, this archangel's gonna light you up."
The hunter groaned as Gabriel's tongue traveled across his neck and down to his throat, stabbing into the hollow of his throat briefly before licking across his collarbone and back up to his ear. Sam closed his eyes and tilted his head to one side to give the archangel access.
The archangel heard a soft whine as he mouthed at the skin over his boy's pulse; hands sliding under Sam's shirt, up his back to the nape of his neck and into his hair. Whispering; low, hot. Almost growling.
"Ohhh, my hot boy, love to grip your hair, fuck your mouth. Watch your lips stretched around me, swallowing me down and Sammy, I know. I know my little tight-ass", Gabriel moved his hand down the hunter's back; lower, dipping a finger just inside the waistband, frowning because that's as far as his fingers would slide; Sam's Jeans were tight and the boy did not wear tight jeans. This was his boy hot and hard. He suddenly had to feel skin, the curve. He licked his lip and oh, yes, his hands slid easily inside the hunters jeans and he squeezed Sam's ass. He heard a groan and he felt Samuel swallow and speak. His voice low and cracked and he could hear the rampant curiosity and lust clearly from the boy.
"Know what?"
"Hmmm? Know you're so hot, so gorgeous, Sammy, so damn sexy, I know that."
The archangel heard the slow intake of breath and the minute pulling back of the human.
"No. Y-you said you know. You know what? Isn't anything for you to-."
"My hot boy, I know what turns you on. I know about those fantasies. The ones no one knows about. Not your brother, not your college girlfriend Jessica, no one. You never told a soul. No one has ever known. Except for me"
The archangel smiled against the hunter's neck as the human began to deny Gabriel's words.
"I...no-."
"Yes, Sammy. Yes. All of it. All of the things-."
"What things-."
"Oh, sexy Sammy, I think you know. I think you're thinking about them right now. All of those things. Things you've always wanted done to you; things you've never even done to yourself and you want them. You've wanted them for years, want-."
"No! You're…No-."
"No? I know about the dreams; the way you wake up so hard and wanting. The quick look around the room, checking to see if your brother's still sleeping or gone and do you know why?"
Gabriel felt Sam closed his eyes and grinned to himself when the hunter tried to think of other things; hunts, research, the flower story.
"Not working is it, Sammy? No, it's not and do you know why? Because those things? You've wanted and needed them for so long. But you've given up on the fantasy of having another do them to you. You decided it's never going to happen unless you do it yourself. Because, Sammy my boy? You think they're sick and the things you desperately want done to you are twisted and wrong and if anyone ever knew…well, isn't that why you bought those items, hmmm? Especially that one; the one at the bottom of your bag? Isn't that why when you're alone, you click on that one file you have? The one that's hidden so well?"
Sam gasped. His face turned bright red. No! No one knew about-Oh my God. The archangel knew he…he wanted to…how much did he know? He slammed his eyes shut and tried to turn away, get away. Dammit! The archangel wasn't letting him go! He had to-and then Gabriel whispered into his ear.
"Spread your legs, hunter."
Groaning, he did.
"More Sam. Now."
Sam's breath hitched. God. That was one of them-one of the things he'd wanted. To submit sexually. Told what to do without a choice. No one ever had. He was a big guy and-.
"Do as you're told!"
The hunter whimpered at the command and spread his legs.
"G-Gabe, I…-Oh, ohhhh my God…"
Gabriel was having trouble staying focused. Sam was just so damn responsive. The archangel licked his lips and slid his hand down lower, further. He closed his eyes as the human shifted his legs further apart, moaning as the archangel pressed two fingers against his hole. The Herald moaned himself when the human opened slightly, followed by a swift intake of breath. Father. This boy was gorgeous. He was beginning to rethink his whole idea of showing Sam just what an archangel could do. He was no longer sure of his own self-control; this wasn't the first time he had used his 'talents' to get a human off, but it was the first time he doubted his own self control. Breathing deeply into Sam's ear, he calmed himself and spread the hunter's cheeks further apart. Sam shifted again. He could hear the human's thoughts; warring with himself; wanting this so badly, but shame causing fight or flight to kick in. He wouldn't let Sam run from this. Pressing against the hunter's hole, he whispered into his ear, voice, low; soft, deep.
"Tell me, Sam. Tell me you don't want this and I'll leave. Never do this again. Is that what you want? Should I stop, hunter?"
"N-no...oh, God. Please. No."
"Close your eyes, tilt your head back and listen to me, understand?"
He smiled to himself when he heard Sam mumble.
"Swear to God, fucking archangel better do something and stop teasing or I'll shove 'em in myself..."
"Oh, Sammy. That would be so hot, but not right now. You listening?"
At the jerk of the human's head, he whispered as he moved his fingers up and down, beneath Sam's crack for emphasis, "I can hear every thought, every memory. I know every kink you have. Oh, my little tight-ass", he pressed at Sam's entrance and the hunter bucked his hips, large hands grabbing at the archangel's, growling when he found his hands trapped over his head.
"Uh-uh, big boy. Plenty of time for that-."
"Gabe, Dammit! Do it or I will!"
"No, Sam, you won't and do you know why? Because this is my party and you will do as I say. Now, if you continue, I will punish you…so very hard…"
"Please, Oh…."
Gabriel kissed up his neck, tongue tasting more than just salt and Sam. He tasted want and need; the hunter's mind was screaming for the archangel to touch him, taste him, show him…free him. He wanted the Trickster to do all the things he'd never done before, all the things he'd fantasized about. Gabriel groaned at the images. So much, so many things Samuel wanted to hear, do…feel. Closing his eyes briefly, he stilled. Damn. He had to move this along. Their privacy would not last too much longer. Why he didn't send them far away someplace where they couldn't be interrupted was beyond him. Sam. That was all on Sammy. Gabriel couldn't think straight around the boy. Leaning in, he began.
"So many fetishes and kinks you have. You are a gift to this archangel and I plan to unwrap it so very slowly. Tell me Sam, anything you want to share with the class? Anything you want to tell me? I will give you anything, do anything you want. Anything."
Sam groaned. His legs were shaking. He wanted so badly, but this was the trickster and he didn't trust him. He was so tired of the archangel being a fucking tease and he didn't give a shit about the fact that this being was one of the most powerful in creation.
"I think all the legends surrounding the great Archangel Gabriel are vastly overrated! You're a tease, that's it! I doubt very much you even know any crude sex talk. So cut the bull! Come back when you have more practice."
Gabriel's surprise at Sam's words did what the hunter hoped it would do. His hands were free. He took a step forward and the archangel smirked. Sam swallowed. Shit.
"Little boy, you are in for a surprise. I was going to make this a 'hands on' demonstration, but you are trying to besmirch my reputation. So, your choice; whatever you choose, I'm going to do and you are going to explode."
Sam laughed. "Shouldn't make deals, not with me."
"Seems to me you Winchester's have a penchant for making deals. This wouldn't be the first time I made you eat your own words."
Sam glared. "You know what, Archangel? It's about time someone threw you off your high horse and I'm going to be the one to do it! You said anything, right?"
"Yep. Be careful, though. It might be a bit embarrassing for you to last...oh, I don't know...longer than thirty seconds."
"What? I will have you know...Hey! I was fourteen! Ewww, you were watching me. Little rapey, isn't it?"
Gabriel just smirked. He'd taken a wild guess. Score.
"Shameful, Sammy. …So, what's it gonna be, hunter?"
"I'll make this easy-."
"No. You want to prove a point, prove I'm full of hot air and nothing else? Tell me a major turn-off of yours."
"Fine. Dirty talk. Hate it. It's stupid. Never done a thing for me."
Gabriel grinned, "It is on, my hot-ass."
He leaned in and whispered, "I know something else that makes you hot, Sammy. You like it rough."
"I-I..."
Gabriel pulled him to his own body and then slammed him into the door behind the hunter.
Oh fuck…
It made Sam's dick harden in his jeans. He only had seconds to brace himself and then suddenly the archangel was at his ear.
"Gonna have so much fun, Sammy. So much. So many things you want, so many things...dirty things I'm going to do to you. Those fantasies you have at night? The ones where you wake up so hard, it hurts? Ones where you walk into a bar and see a man sitting there, long fingers. You wonder what he could do to you with them. Run them slowly down your body, moan when the fingers move lower, lower until they slide inside you, so many times you've wanted it. Or how about the one where you're walking down an alley and it's late; no one is out and suddenly you're pushed face-first into the wall. A hot, heavy body grinds against you, hissing in your ear, 'gonna take me in your mouth, pull on that hair, and shove between your lips..."
Sam closed his eyes, swallowing.
"No? How about this? You wake up and you're chained to the bed, arms cuffed to either side of the headboard, on your knees, ankles and feet cuffed; spreader bar keeping them wide. All around you are...objects. Some to punish, some to reward."
Gabriel closes his eyes briefly. Father. The image of Sam bound and spread open, he can't breathe for seconds, and the need is-.
Sam moans, his voice low, "p-please, more."
"I'm going to blindfold you. Command you do as I say. You know why? Because it's what you want; to be dominated. Never happened, such a big boy; no one would even think you'd want to submit to another stronger than you; be controlled and just feel. Oh and my sweet-ass? Nobody knows how kinky you are, do they? The things you want to do to yourself when you're alone; They all think Dean is the adventurous one...oh, but you... if you followed your impulses...so many things you want done to you; so many games you want to play..."
"I...t-that's you...not...you're the trickster, n-not me."
Gabriel smiled against him, whispering.
"Really? Hmmm, you sure about that? I know all of your secrets, what gets you off...but you keep 'em all repressed. Would you like an example? How 'bout a little BDSM? Sub to my Dom? Or Kidnapper and victim...and then there is the newest one; the one you're always thinking about, imagining...being at someone's mercy, being a fuck-toy, chained or perhaps blindfolded and cuffed; punished into submission, to obey without hesitation. You want to do things to yourself on command; be used, punished for infractions, rewarded for good behavior-."
Sam felt himself dripping, God, he was so-.
"You listening, slave?"
Gabriel felt Sam shaking in need. He pulled back, gripped the human's head and hissed.
"Are. You. Listening?!"
The hunter gripped Gabe's shoulders, trying to stay upright and mewled, "Y-yeah...I-."
"Yeah what? Call me by my name, slave!"
"G-Gabrie-."
The archangel bit down on his neck, hard. Sam groaned, began to speak. A hard tug on his hair stopped him.
"Say yes, Master!"
Gabriel almost came when he felt Sam get harder, thicker.
"Y-yes, master..."
And didn't that make Gabriel's cock throb? Damn. Company. He had less than five; time to pull back, but tonight? In public. Test out his PDA kink. It was going to be so hot. For now, a bit of dirty talk.
"Gonna have a guest in a few minutes sexy, but tonight, oh I think a little role-playing is on the menu. Imagine walking into the bathroom and suddenly being slammed into the wall; being told to lock the door behind you and before you even know it, you're bent over the sink, unable to move and then you hear the words hissing into your ear; another body shoved up against yours, hands sliding down your back; lower; a hand pulling down the zipper and yanking your jeans down; just enough and you're told to spread your legs, eyes locked on the mirror. You notice mirrors. Everywhere. You can see everything. I slide to my knees behind you and speak harshly.
"Spread your legs, gonna lick you open and fuck you with my tongue-."
Sam's legs buckled, he keened, whimpering deep in his throat and then he slammed his head backwards as he felt...Ohhh, Jesus...a tongue circling him; licking against his...pressing-ohhhhhhh.
"Want it inside you, thrusting deep? Tongue-fucking you? Shift those hips! Take it!"
Gabriel watched the human's hips buck backwards and moan. The archangel could taste him-Father, he wished he had time to enjoy this; to make him slowly come apart.
"You like that, sexy? Feel good? If we had time, I'd watch you take it…lick at your prostate, slide my fingers inside you, spread them so wide, get you shaking and moaning; pull you down until you were straddling me. Unable to move on your own and then…oh my boy, I'd grip your hips tight, lift you up and shove down. Thrust inside you deep. Impale you until you were screaming for me; deeper, harder."
Gabriel's orgasm slammed through him. Shit! No. Not until Sammy came-he focused on the hunter's face and pulled out the last card, watching as Sam visibly shuttered; shifting, moaning, hands scrabbling as he tried to hold himself up. He grabbed hard at the archangel and buried his head into Gabriel's neck...
"Do you want me to-."
"Oh God… yes! Want it so bad, Gabe. Do it."
"Tell me, tell me what you want..."
"Want to...slam down hard, impale you deep inside. Fuck myself on your cock-."
And that was all the archangel could take. He snapped a finger and the hunter gasped. Suddenly filled. Jesus, so full. Gabriel was so thick and…He threw his head back, snapped his hips and felt the archangel slam into his prostate; he screamed and exploded.
"OHGODYESSSSSS!"
Gabriel held him tight as he pulsed out his orgasm and then gasped himself when Sam bit down on his neck. The archangel came. Hard. Sudden movement alerted him to Sam's reaction. His legs buckled and the younger hunter passed out.
Oh, yeah. He was good and he knew it. Wasn't about being cocky, you tend to pick up little tricks when you've been alive longer than any other being. The only ones in his family older than himself were Michael, Sammael and Father. And he'd practiced. Oh how he's practiced and he was good. Always made whoever he was with scream. But this boy? He'd never come so hard, fast...from so little. Hell, he hadn't done anything but say a few kinky words and fill the hunter without any actual physical contact. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like that, passion overwhelming him. And then it hit him like a ton of bricks; it was the first time. In his long existence, his innumerable sexual acts, it had never been like this. What was it going to feel like when they did this for real? His breath hitched in anticipation. Sighing, he lifted the unconscious hunter and set him on the bed. Leaning down, he whispered.
"Gorgeous, we are going to visit each and every one of those kinks and it begins tonight. Rest up. You're going to need it."
The archangel vanished, smile still in place.
Castiel lay underneath his unconscious charge, listening to him breathe. He was still, silent. What had he done? Why had he acted as he had? What of the need and want and now? Were they connected to his earlier human-like emotions? The hunter was his charge and he had debased him. He was millennia old and the hunter was less than half a century. If Castiel were human, this would make him a pedophile; the thought was upsetting. What of the urges and the desperation he had and still felt? The need to be close to the hunter. To touch and be touched. To feel. He caressed the hunter's cheek and smiled slightly as Dean leaned into it. A frown creased his forehead as he went back to his thoughts. They had just committed sexual fornication. Albeit, without the removal of clothing or penetration. What if he had...the angel fought down the wave of panic and pressed his lips to Dean's. He was breathing. Oh thank Father! He slid their lips together, inhaling the hunter's scent. Gun oil, beer and apple pie. He smelled so good, so… Dean. Dean. What was the Righteous One going to do? How would he react to what had just happened? The hunter is heteronormative, more than any other human he has ever had contact with. For that matter, what did the angel want his reaction to be? This was too new; he didn't know what human custom entailed. He only knew how good and perfect it had felt so close to the hunter. His touch and taste, his body and his kiss. Was this why his charge had indiscriminate sexual congress? Every touch had sent electric through him, every kiss and taste was indescribable. If what they had done had been so glorious, what would it be like to feel skin on skin? Finger's caressing the hunter? Tasting all of the Righteous One? It sent chills through his body and he leaned in, sliding his lips from the hunter's mouth, down his throat and over to his neck, mouth dragging upwards as he inhaled; he breathed hotly into his ear, pulled him down closer and whispered.
"Dean."
The hunter moved his head to the side.
"Angel… want-."
Castiel stilled. Barely able to hear the hunter's words. In any event, it did not matter. His charge needed to get back to his motel room; needed to become warm and rest.
"Dean...you must awaken..."
Huh-uh...want you too much, angel...dream'll end..."
Castiel pressed closer to the hunter at the words and then stilled. A dream? Dean was dreaming? Of who? Someone he called angel. Who was he dreaming of…Anna. He's dreaming of Anna. Must he always be on the outside looking in? Inadequate and passed over? It wasn't a new feeling. So very many of his own brethren felt the same and he'd gotten used to it. It did not mean it hurt any less. But, it hurt so much more when it was Dean. He was ashamed of himself. He was a heavenly being, greed and envy and lust were sins and worse, Dean could never see him as more than an instrument , a weapon. He would never be more to the hunter than that. Dean would never want-a loud voice, sounding suspiciously like his eldest brother spoke up.
'And why the hell not? You saved his ass, so he damn well should be a little-', what would the voice of said if he hadn't shut it off? He did not want Dean's gratitude. What did he want? That was easy. For the hunter to be safe and at peace without the burdens that constantly weighed him down. It was all he had ever wanted, but this? It was a moot point. Dean was dreaming of another. He felt sadness, conflict; a need to show the hunter...he tried to pull away and the hunter would not let him. He just tightened his grip around the angel and pulled Castiel's head further into his neck. The warrior felt Dean licking his lips and he couldn't help pressing and sliding against his charge, swallowing the moan in the back of his throat as he closed his eyes, tasting and dragging his tongue slowly up; his mouth deeper into the hunter's neck. The tenderness and touch by the eldest Winchester did not surprise Castiel. When the hunter was in the precipice between awake and sleep, he showed the warrior a far different Dean than the one the world saw. Not the one he projected; not the loud, obnoxious, crude, appetite driven man. Not the one with walls and masks. He saw beneath that. No one knew better than the angel why Dean employed this tactic. It was his way of protecting himself, keeping his wants buried, even from himself. Keeping everyone out.
But when he slept, the real man shone through. Almost peaceful, contented; burdens and tragedies receded and he looked so young. His demeanor towards the angel changed drastically at these times. In the same way the hunter had behaved earlier towards Castiel as they had pleasured one another. Their time spent together when his charge seemed to enjoy the angel's company were treasured. These were the memories he brought to the forefront of his mind when Dean's feelings of animosity and antagonism towards him punched into him. Dean's demeanor was new. Only precious months ago, they had been close. And then suddenly things had changed and the angel did not understand what he had done to warrant such anger from the hunter. It happened so frequently now that those peaceful memories felt like a gift given by Father; a part of the hunter no one else was allowed to see. To be privy to, just him. Except for Samuel, and even that was becoming less and less as the older hunter struggled with burdens he refused to share with his brother. What was worse, his charge refused to confide in the angel what was wrong and Dean had began systematically pushing Castiel away and the angel knew not why he-.
Not s'posed to be cold in a dream...'s fuckin' cold in here, so tired..."
The angel heard a sigh of exhaustion and felt Dean's body shaking from the cold. The car window shook violently and the vehicle listed to one side. The storm was worsening and the hunter was shivering, badly. He had to awaken him, get him back to the motel where he could keep watch over him. Samuel's plight didn't worry him in the least. Gabriel had taken more than a slight interest in the younger hunter, which Castiel certainly approved of. His oldest brother deserved someone; It had been too long for his guardian. The centuries of casual fornication had not made the archangel happy; searching, he seemed to always be searching and when Castiel had asked his own guardian about it, the archangel had smiled sadly and said, "something I'm never going to find, Cassie; found it once and I think it was my only shot", the younger angel hadn't known at the time what that meant, but he was beginning to gain insight into his brother's thoughts. Both Dean and Gabriel were so very similar. Loud, obnoxious, tactile, indiscriminate when it came to their appetites; especially their sexuality. Both consumed by the pleasures of the flesh and both so dominant-very much Alpha Males. There were other similarities as well; the hole in the hunter's soul and the emptiness in his brother's grace. Each being restless, intense, always on edge. Gabriel's had lessened in the past months, calmed; his true self shining out through the vessel. Reaching, he thought, for Samuel. He wondered at the younger man's feelings for his brother. He would be very upset if Gabriel was hurt as he had been so long ago. Castiel's protective instincts had kicked in and he'd been determined to request Samuel not hurt his brother in any way, Gabriel had been shocked at the youngest angel's vehemence in said protection of one of the oldest beings in creation. He had thanked him, chuckling and insisted the issue be left alone, saying whatever came of it was up to Father and the younger hunter and then he'd said it wasn't really a big deal, he was just out for a little fun. The youngest angel didn't believe it and he doubted whether Gabriel did either. Castiel had bowed to his wishes. His priority was his charge and the hunter took up more time than it had taken for Father to create humanity and their entire timespan of evolutionary growth. He often wondered if his Father knew how difficult this human was. It was definitely not easy keeping Dean safe. His thoughts came full circle and back to the hunter, just as they always did.
He smiled slightly, it was nice like this…having his charge wrapped around him. He began to pull back, lift his hand from around Dean's back and press fingers to his head to awaken him. He stilled. Just as he had pulled away, the elder hunter had leaned in and nuzzled into Castiel's neck. Sounds of a contented sigh prompted him to smile and get closer, just for a brief moment. He didn't know how his charge would react when fully awake and if it went as he believed, this closeness would never be known to him again-not unless he was wrong about Dean. Perhaps, his own feelings were less about the hunter and more in line with the way Dean reacted to others. Could it be that the angel was just in need of physical contact? Was this the reason Dean had reacted so beautifully to him? He sighed, emotions were confusing and worrisome. He did not like how the negative ones burrowed in so easily, leaving him questioning, confused, annoyed. He assumed humanity dealt with them as payment for the glorious act of consummation. Another shift of the storm outside and he sighed. It was time to awaken Dean. Pulling up, he spoke in a low voice, hand lifted to the hunter's cheek as he spoke.
"Dean? It is time for you to awaken."
The hunter just buried himself closer to Castiel's body.
"Dean. You must get up. If you do not, I will transport you to your brother's location and your vehicle will be left out in the elements."
This caused more movement and he waited with baited breath to see how events would unfold.
Dean was having a strange dream. He was lost in the forest; freezing, yelling for anyone to hear him. If he weren't dreaming, he'd be well on his way to freezing to death. Thank God this wasn't real. And if it were? He'd be damned if the friggin' weather ended what no amount of demons, angels and monsters could accomplish. He heard a voice; soft, low. His name being called. Looking around he saw nothing. Just snow and icy winds pulling at him. Fuck, he was tired. Needed to lay down and sleep. The ground was starting to look very welcome, but what was it that they said? Die in a dream, die in real life? Yeah. He snorted, 'who the hell were they anyway? He'd been all over the country and he'd never seen not one of the assholes. It was a conspiracy, something somebody cooked up just to fuck with him. Bitches. Were they even aware that there was a perfect target for harassment and only four years younger than himself? Besides, screwing with Sam? Fucking entertaining. He shivered and saw something dark out of the corner of his eye. Breathing with relief, his eyes fell on a welcome sight. A cabin; lit up and he prayed it would be real, not a mirage or some stupid manifestation. He hated that shit. Trudging forward, he finally reached the door, a welcome mat near his feet and an engraved silver embossed sign on the door repeated the same message.
'Warmth, love and peace are within your grasp'.
Oh. Okay. Sounds like a damn fortune cookie. He turned the knob and walked inside. His mouth dropped open. Sure was a helluva lot bigger on the inside than from out there. There was a kitchen off to the left, a staircase at the end of a short hallway, a game room-which looked to have every classic arcade games known to man on one side and at the other end of the huge room sat a skeeball machine, foosball and a pool table. Oh hell, yeah. Now, this dream rocked. Only thing missing was a hottie to warm his ass up-.
A shearing wind slammed through him from behind and he whirled around just as the door crashed shut. Son of a bitch! This better not turn into another holiday in hell nightmare-.
"Dean?"
He turned around and found himself in a completely different room. Huge, the room was huge. A massive bed covered most of the space. Fuck yes. He was tired as shit. He walked up to the bed, stripping out of his freezing clothes and slid under the blankets. Fuck. He was cold. He bundled up as well as he could. Wasn't working...God, he didn't think he was ever gonna be warm again. Turning over, he closed his eyes. Sudden warm fingers were touching his cheek and he leaned into them, sighing. Then, there were lips on his own and warm breath and he needed this, needed to taste. Softly, he pressed his mouth to the other and then he knew exactly who it was. Cas. Why was he dreaming of the angel and not some hot chick with black hair, blue eyes and wonderful curves? Oh, shit. Not again! This wasn't good-this was...better than most of the girls he'd laid-what the fuck was he doing?
And then he didn't care…hell, it was his dream, dammit. Wouldn't be the first one he'd had about…wouldn't be the last. And it was his dream and Cas smelled so good. So warm and he needed to be closer. He tightened his arms around the angel and concentrated on the here and now and thought of what made the scent so unique to the angel. He smiled as it came to him. Vanilla, the smell of fresh air after the storm, newly cut grass; days of fishing with his dad, teasing Sammy about his terror of the wiggling worms; his mom's perfume and the smell of apple pie as it came out of the oven. Dream Cas smelled like all of them and none of them. He breathed in as much of it as he could and then he bit back a moan. God. The angel's mouth was dragging down his throat and he could do nothing but lift his head; shivering as Cas slid his lips across his throat, nipping and inhaling Dean's neck as he moved towards his ear. Fuck. It felt so...different from his usual...so much more-didn't matter. Wasn't real, but Jesus… this dream was different than the others, so fucking intense. Heat and need and…fuck, this can't be good. And then a tongue licked over and into his ear and hot breath made him arch, bringing dream-Cas closer; he wanted more of this...so much fucking more...
One word was whispered.
"Dean."
Okay, yeah...that was...that was his name and Cas breathing that one word into his ear in that damn sexed out gravelly voice? Almost came right there-although...would it be a dream-come? And that just sounded stupid. He wondered if he would come while he slept if he did in this dream. He really, really wanted to find out. Groaning, he arched and brought the angel further into his neck, tightening his arms around him, pressing closer to Castiel. Dean frowned; Castiel's name was unemotional, dispassionate, and impassive, just like the angel himself….but… the hot dream earlier; desperate and God, it had been so good. So much better than in his usual dream and they'd been pretty damn hot. But the one before and this one…Christ. This version deserved a new nickname…hmmm, yes. He had it. Sleep-Angel...he liked that. Smiling, he congratulating himself on his turn of phrase-and then their bodies touched and Sleep Angel spoke again. God. His breath was hotter, his body closer. Jesus. Hot. It was so...He was so hot. Wait. Dean was confused; how he could be freezing his ass off and hot as...well, hot as the angel was right now? There was only one problem: Sleep Angel talked to much. He wanted the talking to stop and the touching to heat up-.
"Dean."
God, that voice. Just that one word lit the hunter up like a friggin firecracker-fine. A dream firecracker. Shut up. He could no more answer Dream-Angel then he could wake up and he really, really didn't want to. And then he remembered how to speak. Thank Christ. Maybe now Dream-Angel would get back to what was important. Dean. Yeah, Dean liked that plan. A whole fuckin' lot.
"Angel, want-."
"Dean, you must awaken."
Huh-uh...want you too much...dream'll end...", he tightened his grip around the angel and pulled Castiel's head further into his neck, licking his lips as he felt the warrior's breath and the touch on his neck. He moaned, felt the angel pressing against him, clutching at him as he heard the most delicious sounds coming from Cas….Dream Angel, not Cas. Wasn't Cas. Not really-and then he grinded against the hunter, wet tongue and mouth moving upwards, long slender fingers sliding down his body and Dean gasped.
"Oh God...I-I…Oh fucking-", all the hunter could do was hold on. Christ, his dreams had never been this...good. He turned his head inward; couldn't get close enough as teeth scratched down his neck-and Dean arched; body bowing back as pleasure coursed through him...ohhhhhh that was...no girl had ever-and then it was gone. No! Fuck! It was gone. Warm breath feathered over his lips, mmmm, yes; he needed inside, needed to taste inside-.
"Dean? It is time for you to awaken."
Why the hell was Cas talking? Damn words didn't make any sense. Smirking, he just buried himself deeper into Castiel's body and whispered, voice as low as he could make it.
"No, shhh, want more of-."
Castiel swallowed. His charge wasn't the only one that wanted more. Father, he wanted so much more. Wanted Dean speaking the words to him; dreaming of him; touching him; allowing the angel to remove his clothing and feel the hunter moan his name. What he didn't want was Dean waking up angry about the liberties Castiel had taken; angry at the angel's close proximity; upset and shouting-he could feel the hunter's exhaustion and his body shaking from the cold. He felt shame. Dean needed warmth and sleep. He did not need Castiel's emotional and physical desires. They weren't wanted, nor were they needed. With one soft kiss, he spoke.
"Dean. You must get up. If you do not, I will transport you to your brother's location and your vehicle will be left out in the elements."
The hunter mumbled, snuggling into the angel's warmth. And then it was gone. And Castiel's voice came from a distance. He frowned. Fuck. He was freezing and where did the angel...angel? Oh…fucking…No. He was waking up. He didn't want to-son of a bitch! His eyes snapped open and he was...shit. Cas. Castielwasrightthefuckthere. What the hell? He shoved away from Castiel so fast, he slammed into the driver door, grunting in pain.
"Are you alright?"
OhmyGodohmyGodohmy-he'd just defiled an angel. Yeah, fine, wasn't the first time but Anna didn't count, so...what the hell had he been thinking? Easy, he hadn't been. It had just been...what? Needing someone. He'd just gotten laid earlier with shell from the diner, so what the hell was...it was like what had happened in that house, when he got close to him, he lost control and that? Well, it wouldn't happen again. Castiel's question finally made sense and then it didn't. Alright? He was so-.
"Alright? No, Dammit! I am so far from alright it isn't even funny! What the hell were you doing?"
"I do not understan-."
"You know what? Understand this! Don't know what you did to me...used your friggin' mojo or something, but it was fucking-look, I ain't gay and...and just leave me the fuck alone!"
The angel jerked at the hunter's words. He moved as far away from him as he could manage and then slowly raised his eyes from the floor of the car and stared into Dean's eyes briefly. Castiel thought he saw the hunter's eyes widen. The thought was stupid and immature, unaware the Pain and unequivocal certainty that he'd been correct about them dulled his eyes. He looked away and spoke in a whisper.
"Your anger seems to be the only emotion you feel towards me and I know not what I have done to cause your hatred. I am unaware if my previous actions are the cause or just another example of my inadequacy as your guardian-."
"Cas-."
The angel shook his head and held out a hand to stop the words.
"No words are necessary. I believe Samuel is safe at your current domicile. I am certain he is worried because of your absence. I ask that you allow me to transport your 'baby' and yourself to the motel where you can regain your strength. Is this acceptable?"
"Cas, I-."
"Dean, please answer the question."
"Yeah. Should check-."
"Good. Call if you have need of my services."
Dean put out his hand to stop the angel-then he felt that pull. He grabbed at Cas to hold on and the contact caused the angel to focus on the hunter.
"Please do not have fear, I would not endanger you."
Suddenly the wind stopped and he was parked in front of the motel room. He opened his mouth to speak but with a flutter of wings and a soft goodnight, Dean found himself alone in the car.
"SON OF A BITCH!"
And there you have it folks! Shit's gonna hit the fan in the next chapter with loads more sex and angst and a trip for the four to a local bar. Hmmm. Promise it won't be long. If you have any technical knowledge, please pm me. It's the only reason this chap. took so long. and please let me know what you thought. Have a wonderful evening peeps! See you soon. ;)