/Thank you to Annie who believed in Gabe the whole time xD Hope you guys enjoy this little Christmas bit :] Okay so after Annie's feedback, it's going to take me a little longer to update because I really liked her idea (thank you!). In order to make up for that, I have made this chapter crazy smutty, so I hope you darlings enjoy! Much love!/
Gabriel was never this nervous. Not even on a first date. Granted, he hadn't been on one in years, but still….Sam liked him, right? He knew that! So why did everything feel like it was pivoted on this date? Like their date would be the make it or break it moment for their relationship… Gabriel spritzed himself with cologne and sighed. He had opted for a black shirt with the sleeves folded up to his elbow, paired with blue jeans. Pulling on his coat, he left his apartment to pick up Sam.
He wasn't quite expecting Sam's reaction.
"Hey." Sam breathed as his eyes roved over Gabriel.
"Hi." Gabriel winked. "Like what you see?"
"Uh huh!" Was all Sam said before he hauled Gabriel into his apartment, his lips moving wetly against Gabriel's as they collapsed in a tangle on Sam's sofa.
"You look amazing." Sam whispered as he tugged Gabriel's jeans down.
"Kiddo, you're breathtaking." Gabriel murmured, staring down at Sam's lanky form lying beneath him. He was dressed in a grey v-neck, and did have a black blazer on a moment earlier, but it now lay discarded on the floor.
When they finally left Sam's apartment fifteen minutes later, Sam's hair was mussed, and Gabriel had a smug grin on his face, that was reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat.
When they were finally seated at the restaurant and waiting for the food to arrive, Gabriel, in all seriousness, reached across the table for Sam's hand.
"Sam, to be honest, I haven't been in a relationship for years." Gabriel began.
"I know, Gabe." Sam squeezed his hand. "We can take this slow, don't worry."
Gabriel nodded. They'd talked about Michael, and Sam had said the exact same thing. "I want to try, with you. I want to do the couple thing with you. If you know, you'll let me." Gabriel waited, chest tightening.
Sam smiled. "Is this your way of asking me to be your boyfriend?"
Gabriel chuckled sheepishly, the pressure in his chest easing up. "Yes."
"I thought I already was." Sam shrugged nonchalantly.
Gabriel felt like he was floating. "Great. Awesome." He flashed Sam a euphoric, sloppy grin.
Sam just leaned across the table and kissed him.
Dean was shopping. On a Sunday. All in the name of Christmas. Maybe he shouldn't have gone shopping a mere five days before Christmas. "Yah!" He gasped as a kid elbowed him directly in his sternum, knocking the breath out of him. The kid's mother gave him a dirty look and gathered her kid in close. Dean let his breath out in a hiss through his gritted teeth.
Clutching his packages, Dean waited not-quite-patiently in line. For Castiel he had bought a couple of classic rock CDs, Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, and Kansas mostly, in the hope of educating him. For Sam, he had bought a high end brand of genuine tea leaves. His brother had been going on about weaning himself off the caffeine and Dean figured this would help. Gabriel on the other hand, was hard as hell to shop for. Dean almost resorted to buying a Christmas sweater, when he spotted a glassblower's shop. He bought a little glass lamp that had been sculpted to look like the sun.
Pretty soon, Dean had his presents wrapped and installed at the bottom of his plastic tree. On Christmas day, Dean and Gabriel closed shop at 6 PM and Dean ran upstairs to prepare the Christmas feast. It was a Winchester tradition to have a turkey for Christmas, and soon, Dean had one basting in the oven. Gabriel was bringing over a log cake later, and Sam was bringing pie. Castiel was going to bring lots of wine, because he was unable to do anything in the kitchen without blowing something up.
At 9PM exactly, Dean had the table set, and the dishes out. It was another Winchester tradition to wait until exactly 9 and then burst in upon the host. Grinning at the sound of the doorbell, Dean flew to the door, throwing it open.
"Merry Christmas!" Three different voices chimed together. The three people who meant the most to Dean all stood at the door, eyes bright and cheeks red from the cold San Francisco weather. As chilly as it was outside, Dean was wonderfully cozy and comfortable. Dean stepped aside to let the trio troop inside with their armfuls of presents and food. Sam and Gabriel set pie, chocolates and cake on the table, before dumping their presents under the tree. Castiel left the two bottles of wine that he'd brought on the counter and left his presents under the tree as well.
Laughing and chattering, they settled around the table.
"The turkey smells awesome, Dean." Sam grinned, as Dean's cheeks flushed with the praise.
"New recipe?" Gabriel asked, as Dean carved thick slabs of the white meat.
"Yep." Dean said, pleased. "Is it any good?"
Gabriel cut a piece and stuffed it in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Swallowing, he winked at Dean. "Best yet, I think."
Castiel's eyes widened as he ate. "I had no idea you were this good as a cook, Dean."
"Dean's been cooking for a long time." Sam told Castiel. "He cooks for every gathering."
"You've found yourself a keeper, Cassie." Gabriel chuckled through a mouthful of turkey. "You can't cook worth a damn but Dean can. Perfect match."
Castiel smiled at Dean, his blue eyes sparkling. "I believe so."
Dean gazed at the other man, surprised. Delight curled in his belly, and it wasn't just because of the prodigious quantity of wine he had drunk. "Cas." Dean reached out and laced his fingers with Castiel's. Castiel beamed at him, with a beautiful light in his eyes that Dean had never noticed before. His head swirled with the sudden understanding: He had fallen deeply in love with Castiel Novak. There was no turning back now. Dean grinned. Who said he wanted to turn back?
Sated and light headed with wine, the four of them gathered around the tree to exchange presents. Dean passed out the presents, until the space beneath the tree was empty. Dean sat with two presents in his lap. Castiel placed his hand on Dean's shoulder and murmured in his ear. "My present to you cannot be given here." Dean shivered, desire tingling in his spine.
Sam had given him a bottle of whiskey, and Gabriel had given him-
"Coffee? Really Gabe?" Dean spluttered in between guffaws.
"It's Columbian! Genuine Columbian coffee beans!" Gabriel said, sternly, opening his own presents. "Woah. Thanks Dean." Gabriel held the glass sculpture up such that it reflected the blinking lights on the Christmas tree. Sam's package was light and squishy. Tearing it open, Gabriel pulled out a cashmere scarf. In it, there was a tiny white card that said: 'This isn't all, you get your real present tonight.'
"Thank you Sammy." Gabriel leaned across and captured Sam's mouth in a sweet, wet kiss. Sam responded eagerly, tangling his fingers in Gabriel's hair.
Dean was speechless for a few moments, then seemed to regain the power of speech. "Something you wanna tell me Sam?" Dean's voice sounded ridiculously high, as he glared at them.
Sam laughed as Gabriel patted Dean's knee. "Don't worry Dean-o. I'm just sleeping with your brother."
"What?" Dean squeaked.
Gabriel gave him a look. "Bumping uglies, bopping, bonking, jumping bones, nailing-"
"Alright I get it!" Dean groaned, massaging his temple. "So this is the someone special huh?"
Gabriel's golden eyes softened. "Yep."
Sam smiled and pressed a kiss to Gabriel's hair. "Castiel what did you get?"
Castiel held up a book that Sam got him and the CDs that Dean got him.
"What did Gabriel get you?" Sam queried. Gabriel gave Dean the dirtiest smile he'd ever seen, and along with Castiel's sudden blush, Dean put the pieces together very quickly.
"Sammy, let's go clear up come on, I don't like paper all over my floor, you know that!"
Dean literally pounced on Castiel as soon as his brother and best friend were out the door. Wrapping his arms around Castiel's waist, he pressed up against his back, nipping at the back of his neck.
"Dean!" Castiel laughed. "I'm still doing the dishes."
Dean sighed, exasperated. "Well come on, I'll dry. After that, I swear Cas, I'm gonna jump your frickin bones."
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't, Dean." Castiel adjoined with an amused, fond glance at Dean.
Dean gave him a long kiss, then applied himself to the work at hand. Soon, they were done, and Castiel took Dean's hand, leading him to the bedroom, telling him to close his eyes. Dean lay down and shut his eyes, wondering what Castiel got for him.
Moments later, he felt slim hands slip under his t-shirt and run up the length of his chest. Dean let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. Castiel was straddling him, with what looked like a butt plug in one hand and a remote in the other. He was blushing furiously.
"You kinky bastard, Gabriel." Dean muttered with a reluctant laugh. As much as he loved his best friend, he had an uncanny knack for embarrassing the hell out of Dean. "I suppose we're going to have to write him a thank-you note?" He winked at Castiel.
Castiel chuckled and leaned down, sliding Dean's shirt up, and pressing kisses to the naked skin there. Dean simply carded his fingers through Castiel's hair, thinking about how wonderfully domestic it felt. Cas and him doing the dishes after dinner, and making sweet love after. Dean sighed. He could do this forever….
Dean gasped as Castiel bit gently at his nipple. "Shit, Cas." He growled before yanking the t-shirt off the other man. He ran his hands up Castiel's back and slid his thumbs into the waistband of Castiel's underwear, pulling his underwear and pants down. Castiel returned the favour and they threw the unnecessary clothes items to the floor. Dean grabbed the lube and coated his fingers, slowly inserting one, then two fingers into Castiel. The other man's back arched upwards as he buried his face in the sheets. Dean twisted his fingers and Castiel cried out, as Dean wrapped a fist around Castiel's cock, stroking slowly. Reaching for the butt plug, Dean very gently inserted it into Castiel, whose hands fisted in the sheets.
Dean turned up the vibration to High. Castiel let out a moan of pornographic proportions. "Dean."
The way Castiel said his name made his own dick, already hard and throbbing, twitch almost painfully. Dean squeezed out more lube, slicking up Castiel's dick. Flipping him over, Dean quickly inserted lubed fingers into his own ass, trying to prepare himself. Castiel trailed his fingertips down the side of Dean's face, a light, loving caress, before flicking a nipple. Dean gasped, and deciding enough was enough, slowly lowered himself onto Castiel, feeling it burn, right up until Castiel's head touched his prostate. Dean braced himself on the bed, and started to move. At first it was difficult, but the lube on Castiel's dick eased the passage and when it hit Dean's prostate, his back jerked with the raw pleasure of it.
Castiel's flush of surprised pleasure made everything worth it. Harder and faster, Dean rocked his hips, drawing keening cries from his lover, and long, deep moans from his own lips. Castiel kissed him hard as they came together, their moans and groans getting lost in each other.
"I love you, Cas." Dean whispered when they were lying together afterwards, wrapped in their afterglow.
"I love you, Dean." Castiel said simply. "Fell in love at Hendrick Point."
Dean gathered him even closer, kissing his lover's jaw. Hendrick Point huh? 'Man' Dean thought with an internal eye roll. 'Should've kissed him then. The mindblowing sex could have come earlier.'
"Edible chocolate body cream." Gabriel read off the label, a slow smile spreading across his face. He raised an eyebrow at Sam, making him blush. "Sammy, you know exactly what I like don't you?"
They were lying in bed completely naked. Sam had been unable to resist Gabriel's heated kisses and they were still bathing in the afterglow when Sam had handed Gabriel his real present.
"I thought you'd like it." Sam stroked Gabriel's hair, their shared heat under the covers making the cold winter night more than bearable.
Gabriel sat up, and graced Sam with a roguish grin. Unscrewing the cap off the container, he dipped his finger in the cream and dabbed it on Sam's nipple. Sam screwed his eyes shut and pushed the covers off them, hissing slightly at the cold sensation on his nipple. Gabriel leaned in, and a moment later, Sam felt a velvety tongue flick at his nipples, lapping up the cream. Sam opened his eyes and raked his fingers through the shorter man's hair.
Daubing a streak of chocolate cream down Sam's chest, Gabriel licked and lapped at Sam's skin. The sweaty tang that was all Sam mixed in with the chocolate was quite literally the best thing Gabriel had ever tasted, and he just couldn't get enough. Apparently Sam had had enough of Gabriel getting all the fun, because he flipped him over onto his back, and spread a generous amount of chocolate on Gabriel's nipples and neck. Gabriel moaned loudly, not caring who heard him. The friction against his cock as Sam's dick ground against it paired with the slow teasing of his lover's tongue against his nipples was almost more than he could take, and Gabriel writhed beneath Sam's attention.
Finally, Sam coated his cock in cool chocolate cream and Gabriel half screamed with intense pleasure as Sam's hot, wet mouth swallowed down most of his erect length, which was already leaking pre-come. Sam bobbed his head up and down as he sucked hard on Gabriel's dick, using suction to drive his boyfriend insane. Feeling the weight of his dick on his tongue, Sam moaned, the vibrations causing Gabriel to arch his back with a groan. "God, Sam." Gabriel cried out, as he came wetly in Sam's mouth.
"Merry Christmas, Gabe." Sam whispered, strained as Gabriel worked him with his hand.
As Sam's vision went white briefly, hot come spurting over Gabriel's hand, Gabriel leaned in and kissed him. "Merry Christmas to you too, you sexy giant."