A/N – Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its Characters. I will also list this as a disclaimer; there are mention of light Bondage (restraints) and a gag (lasts like 2 seconds). Just so you know. It would seem I have decided Gabriel should be a kinky angel. I mean for the amount of time he has been roaming the earth he probably has done it all.

I would also like to note that while writing the Kink!Gabriel section for whatever reason a spider decided to run across my pillow, between my elbows being propped up. had I not been writing either 1) it would have ran across my face or 2) it was only there because some cosmic force is angry at me for making an Archangel kinky.

As a result I am running off of no sleep. And I am so tired.


Saving Sam
Chapter 8

Gabriel, please, I need you.

Gabriel froze when he heard Sam's voice, small and afraid; enter his mind pleading for him. He tried to tell the hunter not to go, tried to convince him to let him come with him, but Sam was stubborn. So when Sam called it was a matter of seconds before the archangel went to him. When he arrived in a flutter of wings the scene pulled at his heart, and at first he could not locate the tall hunter only the young kitsune with the knife still in his chest. Gabriel's eyes focused on the pool of blood he figured did not belong to the child, noticing the fact that something or someone had been dragged away. He followed the trail of smeared blood and when he finally located the hunter his heart just dropped.

"Sam?" His voice was soft and soothing, as he approached the tall hunter who currently looked very small. Sam did not acknowledge his name being spoken; he stayed huddled in the corner, trying to get away from something. Gabriel kneeled beside of the hunter, placing a hand on the shaking man's back, and was surprised at the sheer amount of heat that the man was putting off. It was like he was on fire, and with that thought Gabriel realized that in Sam's mind he was burning. "Sammy, I'm here"

"Gabe?" His voice was just above a whisper and full of pain. Sam had felt a hand on his back, it was so cold like ice, and he lifted his head to see who or what was blocking the flames. His eyes, red and raw from the tears and the heat, met the concerned amber ones that belonged to the hand cooling his back. He felt himself being pulled into the other man's strong and soothing embrace, causing the flames to vanish around him.

"Shh, Sammy, I'm here. It'll be ok." His finger traced the angry red wounds that covered Sam's face, putting just enough grace behind it to heal them. He had to coax the hunter into showing him the rest of his injuries, Gabriel grimaced at the deep wounds on Sam's chest, and a few moments later those too were freshly healed. "You're all right, Lucifer isn't here anymore." he whispered to the still trembling hunter, whose hazel eyes were currently darting around the room.

"I can't do this, he will just be back. He always comes back. Please don't tell Dean." His voice was small and broken as Sam was still shaken from the hallucinations and the fact that he killed a child, even in self-defense it still felt wrong. He buried his face in the crook of Gabriel's neck, clinging to the angel as he sobbed; the other man just hugged him tightly.

"We'll figure something out Sammy. I'm here for you and I won't tell Dean-o anything. Speaking of which they are probably worrying about you right now, sun is setting soon." Gabriel tilted his head toward the hunter's and rested his cheek on top of Sam's head.

He stayed with Sam until the hunter had regained his composure; he also dealt with the body of the young kitsune that was still lying on the floor. The angel then snapped his fingers and the pair appeared near the motel, just out of sight from their rooms, which Sam was thankful for because he was really tired and he knew it would be a while before he could sleep. Gabriel pulled the taller hunter toward him, taking his lips captive; Sam deepened the kiss using his tongue to gain entry into the angel's mouth. Just as he initialed the kiss, Gabriel was the one who broke it, causing Sam to whimper at the loss of contact, he simple grinned at the hunter and snapped his fingers again.

Sam found himself alone, though the feeling of Gabriel kiss lingered on his lips, he rounded the corner. Sam started toward the motel room where he knew Dean was likely to be climbing the walls. Dean must have seen him coming because as soon as he got near the room the door opened quickly.

"About time you got back, I would have come looking for you but Cas wouldn't let me. Sam what happened?" That question would have to wait until Sam was able to sit, he didn't trust his legs not to betray him, and so he pushed past his brother and made his way to one of the beds. He took a seat and noted that Dean and Cas were both looking at him with worried expressions. A flutter of feathers announced the missing angel's arrival, causing Sam to smile, even though he had just seen the other man Sam missed Gabriel when he wasn't near him.

"I followed him, out to a cabin in the woods, he was alone. He knew me, knew what I am and I suggested we talk. He agreed, we sat and talked for a few minutes before he lashed out at me. I killed him, I didn't want to but he was pretty adamant in trying to kill me. I dealt with the body and then I came back." Sam didn't meet any of the others eyes, having focused on particularly interesting patch of carpet, he felt Gabriel's hand on his back.

After he told his story Dean and Cas went for food, they had asked Sam to come along but he refused and naturally Gabriel sided with Sam. So all four exited the room and then split off their separate ways for the night, Dean muttered about Pie as Cas followed shaking his head. Leaving Sam and Gabriel free to head back to their room for the night, each with different plans for what they should do.


"It's not time for bed yet Sammy." The shorter of the two pulled Sam away from the bed that he had been eyeing with passion. Oh no, Gabriel had much better plans than bed and he was intent on convincing Sam. The taller man was about to protest when he found himself pinned against a wall, with the angel kissing him hungrily, Sam let out a low moan as Gabriel bit his lower lip.

"Gabe..." The rest was cut off by another powerful kiss from the shorter man. Sam felt his body betray him, as the warmth in his crotch grew, he felt his hips grinding against the angel or at least trying to. "Mmm Gabe"

"Shut up Sammy." Gabriel all but growled to his lover, whom he just wanted to be quiet and enjoy. Sam tensed at the words, after a moment the curiosity because too much for the hunter to manage and so he found his voice once more.

"And if I don't?" He had turned his head away from Gabriel's kiss and tried to push the shorter man from him, unfortunately for Sam the other man was able to keep him pinned against the wall.

"Then I might have to just gag you so that I can have my way with you." He gave a suggestive brow waggle as he snapped his fingers and a gag appeared in his hand. Part of Sam was curious to see what else his angel would conjure, while the other was locked onto the gag that just appeared in his lovers hand.

"What if I didn't cooperate?" Mischievous hazel eyes met frustrated amber ones, Gabriel just snapped his fingers. Sam found himself on the bed, naked, with limbs taunt and secured in place. The gag muffled his words, feeling his body betray him, he turned his eyes to the Trickster.

"Much better, though, if you'd just stopped speaking Sammy, the gag wouldn't be needed. If you're good we can remove it, you make the most interesting sounds Sammy." Gabriel walked toward the head of the bed, trailing the tips of his fingers against the hunter's inner thigh, causing Sam to squirm against his bindings. As the Trickster lingers tracing small circles over his hunter's bare hips, a whimper passes behind the gag.

"Will you be good and not speak Sammy?" The question was met with the furious nodding of the bound hunter. With a snap of his fingers the gag was gone, leaving the hunter's mouth free for other things. Gabriel continued his journey to the head of the bed, fingers floating over the hunter's chest hitting every sensitive area along the way. A moan grabbed Gabriel's attention as he claimed the hunter's mouth, with a nip to the lower lip, his hands move freely in the hunter's hair.

Then Gabriel worked his way down, first biting the hunter's neck hard enough to leave a mark, resulting in a sharp breath from Sam. He continued on teasing and playing with Sam, reducing him to a bundle of pent up pressure, enjoying the moans and unintelligible things that passed his lips. Sam pulled at the binds holding him in place, feeling totally helpless, something inside of him utterly enjoyed that feeling when it was Gabriel who was in control.

Sam opened his mouth to beg for release, but the look that Gabriel shot him made him reconsider, his breathing had become ragged and every touch sent shock waves of pleasure though him. Groans and whimpers and small whines were all he could manage to communicate verbally, his bliss was beyond that of forming actual words.

Please Gabe... Sam's inner voice was of pure carnal desire, it was pleading, needy. Hungry. And it was only then that the binds disappeared and Gabriel allowed Sam his release.


The diner was quiet, only a hand full of people aside from the pair seated at the booth that they had shared that morning. They had just arrived and were still awaiting their waitress; Dean took his usual seat facing the exit with Cas seated in front of him.

"Hey uh, Do you think Sam is ok? I mean, did you sense anything off about his with your mojo?" Green eyes flickered up from where they had been focused on the bare table, finding the angel's blue ones.

"I really don't know how he is Dean, Gabriel would know more than I would. When I became God, I left Sam pretty well broken, and I doubt that the wall could be restored. I do think Sam is adapting, and I think Gabriel is helping more than Sam knows." Even though he had been forgiven by the younger Winchester, the memory of his actions haunted him, he just hoped for Dean's sake that Sam would be alright. The pair was interrupted when their waitress came around to get their order but she hurried away once she jotted down the order.

"How can Gabriel help Sam?" Dean knew little of how angels worked, he knew about Cas and his powers but he also knew that Gabriel was a whole other rank of angel. Cas shifted his gaze away from the hunter for a moment, as if to debate his decision to answer the question. A moment or so passed before Cas found his voice to explain.

"Angels use their grace, their mojo as you say, to do what they will it to do. They can use it to teleport places, to heal things and sometimes they can use it to block memories or in Sam's case: hallucinations. But I have never actually heard of any angel being able to repair the amount of torment that Sam's soul suffered. Lucifer knew what he was doing when he ripped it apart, as did Michael, so even with Gabriel's grace the hallucinations may return." He had perfect timing as usually because he had finished just as their food came into earshot.

"Oh, well that's reassuring. Leviathans are still on the loose and Lucifer might still be riding Sam. Really what else could go wrong?" He ranted as he started in on his bacon cheeseburger, the delicious sandwich taking his undivided attention. Cas turned to see if the diner still had apple pie available, only to see the last piece being delivered to a woman sitting at the counter. Dean had not realized how hungry he had been, until he found himself missing a sandwich, though he still had room for his beloved pie.

"No Cas we can't leave yet, my Pie…" Cas had noticed the hunter looking around for the waitress to have her retrieve pie for him, but the angel knew there to be none left. He slid out of the booth, grabbed the hunter's wrist and dragged the stubborn man from the diner. Cas dropped a bit of cash on the counter as he passed, while Dean stared sadly at the empty pie container. Once they returned to their room, Cas used his grace to find a warm slice of pie for Dean, who had barely noticed that the angel had disappeared.

"I have your pie Dean. It's still warm." Cas held the plate out to the hunter, whose eyes grew with joy and who took the plate. Dean gave his angel a quick kiss before settling down at the small table to enjoy his pie; Cas felt the edges of his mouth curve upwards into a smile.


A/N – I really need to stop these odd sleeping times. I've been up for 37 hours now. It is time for sleep. Hopefully there will be no spiders to make me too paranoid to sleep again. Also we'll see how well my new alarms work on my phone. I kinda sorta have hallucination!Lucifer sound clips as my wake up alarms. So maybe I can say Satan won't let me sleep because I am using him to wake me up? o.O Don't mind me, lack of sleep does something to my brain.