Another chapter and oh so quick I might add! :) Anywho, thanks to all who alerted last chapter! And thank you to rrudnero who reviewed, you give me hope that maybe my story ain't so bad! And I'm glad they made you laugh! I thought peeps might think them a little silly! :)
Onwards!
Erm, mild warnings for this chapter. I don't know how ahem unsullied y'all are so this might be pushing towards an M in the figuratively-speaking-not-outright-sex-but-pretty-clear-despite-metaphors-yada-yada. I'm just nervous so if it's not that bad that it would need an M, then awesome! And if you wouldn't have even got the metaphor without this warning then great! Anyway, it was just to be clear for those who have weak hearts and innocent eyes that it gets a bit (figuratively) hot n heavy.
Disclaimer same as before, lyrics have been changed, not out of disrespect for the God Joss Whedon, but merely so it makes sense in my context!
~8~
Dean face-planted the ancient text in front of him. "I think my brain's gonna dribble out of my ears," he mumbled into the dusty pages.
After the diner fiasco, Sam, Dean, and Cas had come across a woman singing to a parking inspector about how getting a ticket was unfair, how she swore when she parked that hydrant wasn't there, and how she wasn't wearing underwear. It was like a never-ending parade down the street: two young lovers dancing a ballet, three street-sweepers doing the Dick Van Dyke, and a man holding his dry-cleaning proclaiming Broadway Style "they got the mustard out!" After that, and also the report of a man burning to death under 'mysterious circumstances' that just screamed supernatural, they knew it was time for a Team Free Will pow-wow. They'd made it to Bobby's with only two minor musical pit stops.
"Has that boy gone and gotten himself possessed by a drama queen or summit?" Bobby rumbled as he walked back into the room carrying another weighty volume.
Cas frowned slightly, "Dean has an anti-possession tattoo Robert, it would be impossible for–– Oh, sarcasm, yes?"
"Idjit," was the only response.
"I have an idea. I'll be right back." Sam murmured distractedly.
Cas barely spared a glance and Bobby just dismissed him with a vague "call if you need" in favour of the monster of a book in front of him. Dean, however, watched Sam leave with a knowing suspicion.
~8~
Sam made his way through the ocean of broken cars, far away from the house but with it still in sight, and glared at the sky. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he began to pray.
"Gabriel, I need to speak with you. It's really important so please don't ––"
"Well hey there Sammy."
Sam launched forth. "This is your doing isn't it? The singing and dancing and everything. Look Gabe, I know you like to joke and everything but don't you think combustion via conga line is a bit much?"
Gabriel opened his mouth to speak but Sam was on a roll.
"And these people were innocent! Ordinary, normal, nothing sinister or worth this. No just deserts." Sam sighedheavily, "Come on Gabe, I thought you were passed this! You even told me you'd quit screwing around! So why, Gabe? Why now?"
The Archangel merely regarded Sam, arms crossed over his chest, amused expression barely masking the brief flashes of hurt beneath. "This is new, being accused of something I didn't actually do."
"I just don't –– wait, what? You mean this 'funky town' thing isn't you?"
Dark and penetrating eyes locked with Sam's and Sam had to resist the overwhelming urge to look (cough, run) away. Being the giant moose he was, he sometimes forgot that the puny guy was an Archangel and could smite him with a click of his rather talented fingers. Bit of a wayward thought there, Winchester.
"No, Sam. Not me." Gabe's whole demeanor changed, the serious sincerity once again became light-hearted and bouncing 5-year-old as he said, "Though I'm ashamed I didn't think of it first. This is comedic brilliance!"
They stood there for a moment, Sam scratching the back of his neck sheepishly and looking anywhere but at Gabriel who was looking more and more like the cat that ate all the canaries by the second.
"I'm sorry Gabe. To just go and accuse you like that, I didn't even think. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry bout it Sasquatch, I would've thought it was me too. Definitely took a few notes from my book. Looks like I've got quite the fan."
"Still Gabe, I just ––"
"Enough Sammy! I've forgiven you. You don't need anything else to be guilty about," Gabriel gave him a small smile, a real smile. Sam's heart warmed significantly.
"I never thanked you, you know," Sam murmured, moving closer to the angel.
Gabriel's pupils widened and his breath quickened. Daddammit! Play it cool, Gabe! "Thanked me? For what, you great big lump?"
And then Samuel Winchester opened his mouth and began singing to the angel and Gabriel was pretty sure he'd never heard a simultaneously more beautiful and arousing sound in his entire existence.
(Hold onto your hearts, ladies and gents, because with this song
you're in definite danger of losing them. You also might want to hold
your significant others a tad tighter, cause you might lose them too.
WARNING: lyrics may cause eternal sexual frustration.)
I lived my life in shadow,
Never the sun on my face.
It didn't seem so sad though,
I figured that was my place.
Gingerly, Sam took Gabriel's hand and pulled him forward just as the clouds parted and the sun shone down.
Now I'm bathed in light,
Something just isn't right.
Pointing at him but smiling, Sam slowly backed away from Gabriel, who couldn't help the grin worming its way across his face in return.
I'm under your mojo,
How else could it be,
I'd feel ok, being me?
It's magic I just know,
How you set me free,
Brought me out so easily.
Sam gestured for Gabriel to follow him as he led them through the broken bodies of the cars in the salvage yard.
I saw a world disenchanted,
Demons and blood everywhere.
I always took for granted,
I was the only one there.
Apparently finding what he was looking for, Sam grabbed Gabriel's hand and pulled him towards an old Ute with a large tray. Gabe looked at him quizzically until Sam inclined his head toward the tray.
But your powers roam,
Finding and bringing me home.
The devilish grin found it's way to Gabe's lips once more and before Sam could blink he'd snapped his fingers and flown them onto the back of the Ute, but not before adding some pillows and blankets. Sam let out a brief laugh before he continued his song.
I'm under your mojo,
Nothing I can do,
You just took my soul with you.
Both lying on their backs, the two watched the sky above them. The cotton clouds meandered languidly in the warm sunlight. Gabe turned on his side and watched Sam before slinking an arm up and around his chest. Sam's eyes crinkled with his smile.
You worked your charm just so,
Finally I knew,
Everything I dreamed was true.
Gabriel knew, felt it deep in his Grace. Throbbing, burning, and golden, like an internal sun. The need to be closer, so much closer. Using his angelic grace, he blinked out and then back into the mortal plane, this time lying on top of Sam, their bodies aligned oh so deliciously and perfectly. It felt like balance had been restored to the earth; like that happy ending was just in reach instead of out of it. And speaking of…
The moon and the tide,
I can feel you inside.
Sam tried to hide the hitch in his voice and failed miserably.
I'm under your mojo,
No more tricks or lies,
Want you, don't you realise?
Their eyes met, a collision of chocolate and honey wrapped in skin and grace and humanity and heat.
You are so beautiful – the thought was mutual.
I pulse with every blow,
Lost in your dark eyes
Spread beneath the crystal skies
Drenched in sunlight and sweat, an Archangel and an Abomination were reduced to raw and needing bodies vibrating with the beating of their hearts, in sync and inseparable.
You make me complete
You make me complete
You make me complete
You make me ––
~8~
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