[Fic] When Protective Archangels Strike
Title: When Protective Archangels Strike
Author: bagheera_101
Rating: R
Character/Pairings: Sam/OC, Gabriel/Sam
Word Count: 1500
Warnings/Spoilers: Pretty generic, maybe S5 for safety?
Prompt: by cynicl - "I want BAMF Gabriel and first-time Sam sooo bad!!! Extra points if Gabriel is laying claim to save Sam from some big bad!! I really like bad-ass Gabriel and yes, he can be that while eating candy ;)" (Awesome, huh?)
Summary: Two perspectives on an incubus issue Sam gets tangled up in and one protective archangel.
A/N: So I got three amazing prompts and had to eenie-meenie-minie-mo it. (What, am I the only person who does that still? *...crickets...*) This one was chosen and written just before last week's SPN. I'm still in a "loathe everything I write!" phase, so I can't tell how much it sucks. If it doesn't, please leave comment-love and I might write the PWPish part 2. XD
Sam didn't want to think for exactly which act this could be karmic repayment. Worse yet, Sam didn't mind at all, because the man in the perfectly-tailored suit that had appeared in the doorway of his motel room didn't look hideous or demonic... he was gorgeous, and Sam wanted him right here and right now.
~*~
Gabriel had an inkling it was a little too late for second thoughts on Sam's part.
He had been watching the human's foolishness, since Sam's life was better than reruns of just about anything, and knew that the young Winchester boy had been hunting a creature that he suspected was related to the incubus.
He also knew that Sam was already walking a dangerous line, having been so edgy lately with few ways to dispel that restless energy and now hunting this kind of creature, but Sam didn't seem to care. Gabriel knew that a hunter didn't pass up a job, and it wasn't the first time Sam had gotten himself into trouble because of that. He wasn't going to let it be the last.
Though he didn't know how Sam had attracted its attention, he'd known exactly when Sam was about to fraternize with the enemy, because he... kept tabs on Sam's lust.
Not for any perverted reasons, of course. Just out of curiosity.
It had flared brighter than oil on a campfire, and Gabriel knew the incubus had found Sam before he'd found it. “Idiot,” he muttered, abandoning the tower of candy corn he'd been painstakingly building in another luxurious suite.
When he appeared in front of another cheap motel, he rolled his eyes. “There's better places to let an incubus peg you, Sammy,” he muttered and snapped his fingers, unwrapping the candy bar that appeared on his hand and casually munching it.
He peered through the window and watched as the incubus, disguised as what looked like a rich investment banker, approached the bed. Quite tempted to take a picture, Gabriel tilted his head as he noticed Sam's dumbstruck expression.
The archangel's head tilted even more as he peered through the translucent drapes, watching as the incubus did something out of view near his mouth that only made Sam's mouth open a little wider. Whatever the object had been used for, the incubus then set it aside: a beautifully-engraved pen.
It clicked into place. “Trauco,” Gabriel muttered under his breath. Distant cousin of the incubus, normally from Chile... of course Sam wouldn't expect it here. But hey, they're gods in the sack. He was half-tempted to watch and see if it was true, but that would mean letting some incubus get Sam into bed, and by the brightness in Sam's lust that he could see and feel right now - and any angel within a couple miles probably could, too - he doubted Sam would be saying no.
He watched as the Trauco ran its fingers under Sam's chin, and he couldn't even stop the little wave of anger from flushing his skin and making his fingers shake slightly. He let the wrapper drop in the bushes, licking the chocolate off his hands, then seized the locked motel room doorknob and twisted it, effortlessly unlocking and opening it in one move.
~*~
Sam remembered the whole thing vaguely, as if it had enchanted him. The beautiful man had claimed his attention from the moment he slipped into the locked room to right now, making Sam feel so hot and confined in his clothing. There was something in his mannerisms that made Sam think he'd be the best lay he ever got.
His logic, quite simply, wasn't there at all. It was sheer lust and emotion driving him onwards, urging him to accept the advances of this beautiful stranger who made him want to do absolutely anything right then and there. He dropped to his knees in front of the stranger, peering up at him as he wondered just how one person could be that erotic and beautiful and awe-inspiring all at the same time.
When the door opened, he frowned with annoyance to be interrupted, watching as a familiar figure strode through the door in easy, confident steps, then flicked a wrist so the door slammed shut and locked again.
The stranger - his stranger - turned about, only to shudder to a halt. Just as Sam was rooted to the spot on his knees, the mouthwatering businessman was rooted to the spot and staring back at... Gabriel, that was it.
Gabriel smirked.
Sam didn't quite get why or how, but he understood that Gabriel had just seized the power in the room. Was he supposed to start lusting after him now? Something about that bothered him, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
“How may I serve you?” the stranger asked Gabriel, at last bowing his head and picking up the pen he had licked and set aside, which had set any nerves in Sam's groin on fire that hadn't already been burning.
“Just... wait for me for a while,” Gabriel said carelessly and snapped his fingers.
The tension in the room drained away, and Sam blinked once, then twice.
He was on his knees on some cheap, oddly stained motel room floor, and suddenly Gabriel was in front of him. “The... the man...?” he voiced out, too surprised right now to react to the fact that the archangel had gripped his elbows and pulled him to his feet, despite having quite a few inches' and pounds' disadvantage.
“Wasn't just an incubus, he was a Trauco,” Gabriel snapped, and Sam's eyes widened. He didn't know what a Trauco was, exactly, but anything related to an incubus couldn't have been good to sleep with. He swallowed hard.
“Oops.”
“You, Samuel Winchester, are going to get yourself killed. And give me grey hair!” Gabriel glowered, yanking another chocolate bar from his coat pocket in sheer agitation, violently tearing the wrapper open and almost shredding it in the process, then biting down hard on chocolate.
As the archangel furiously chewed, looking like he wanted to say a hell of a lot more after he'd regained his composure, Sam frantically searched for something to say. “I, uh, I didn't know it... was a... Trauco, did you say? What's...” he trailed off hesitantly.
“Chilean breed of 'em. They enchant a person -- usually a woman,” Gabriel snarked pointedly, “and convince them that sleeping with them is the most incredible thing since Ben and Jerry's Pop Rocks flavour. Of course, they usually kill the men, so you could easily be dead right now,” Gabriel told Sam off, throwing aside the wrapper.
Sam gulped. “Oops,” he said again, wondering whether the Trauco had wanted to sex him up or gank him. He supposed it didn't really matter; either way, he was in Gabriel's debt right now. “I... uh, thanks.”
“Don't mention it.” Gabriel arched an eyebrow. “But, yeah, try not to crush hopelessly on everything that wants to kill you.”
“Don't you?” Sam asked suddenly, and his heart lurched as he realized what exactly he'd asked.
There was an awkward moment of silence. During this moment, both re-evaluated their assumptions.
It passed, and so did the awkwardness. A moment later, the short, fierce archangel had leaned forward - and stretched all the way up - to capture Sam's lips in a heated kiss, and the human suddenly didn't quite know what to do with himself.
The burning feeling had come back again, but it felt different. It wasn't hot and sudden and immediate, and he wasn't trapped into doing this. He was doing it - they were doing it - because they both wanted to, and that was good enough for Sam.
He let out a little moan, gripping the solid archangel around the waist and tugging him hard until he sat on the bed. At the same time, he was being pushed backwards onto it, and he didn't know quite how he ended up stretched out along the bed with a hungry archangel crouching over him and almost forcing his tongue into his mouth.
But Sam wasn't complaining. If Gabriel wanted to be pissed off at him and have angry/jealous first-time sex, he wouldn't complain. Hell, if Gabriel wanted to line the dressers and bedside tables with candles and flowers the next time around, Sam wouldn't complain.
Rational thought fled again when Gabriel's hands skimmed over the angles and planes of his body to divest him of clothing, impossibly quickly. “How... how'd you... the Trauco...” he mumbled, trying to return the favour in his own clumsy, human way.
“You're mine,” Gabriel breathed out in between kisses, their lips swollen and tender, and Sam felt every warm breath coming from Gabriel's feline lips. “I just... told the Trauco that. And then sent him to await my orders. He's mine too, but not the same.”
Sam's heart beat fast at this fierce, singleminded declaration, and he tried to think about what it meant as his body flushed with heat. “I think I'm okay with being yours,” he told the archangel, just before a clever tongue danced around his nipple and made him groan loudly.
He thought he heard a quiet, “Good,” breathed out between licks.
Author: bagheera_101
Rating: R
Character/Pairings: Sam/OC, Gabriel/Sam
Word Count: 1500
Warnings/Spoilers: Pretty generic, maybe S5 for safety?
Prompt: by cynicl - "I want BAMF Gabriel and first-time Sam sooo bad!!! Extra points if Gabriel is laying claim to save Sam from some big bad!! I really like bad-ass Gabriel and yes, he can be that while eating candy ;)" (Awesome, huh?)
Summary: Two perspectives on an incubus issue Sam gets tangled up in and one protective archangel.
A/N: So I got three amazing prompts and had to eenie-meenie-minie-mo it. (What, am I the only person who does that still? *...crickets...*) This one was chosen and written just before last week's SPN. I'm still in a "loathe everything I write!" phase, so I can't tell how much it sucks. If it doesn't, please leave comment-love and I might write the PWPish part 2. XD
Sam didn't want to think for exactly which act this could be karmic repayment. Worse yet, Sam didn't mind at all, because the man in the perfectly-tailored suit that had appeared in the doorway of his motel room didn't look hideous or demonic... he was gorgeous, and Sam wanted him right here and right now.
~*~
Gabriel had an inkling it was a little too late for second thoughts on Sam's part.
He had been watching the human's foolishness, since Sam's life was better than reruns of just about anything, and knew that the young Winchester boy had been hunting a creature that he suspected was related to the incubus.
He also knew that Sam was already walking a dangerous line, having been so edgy lately with few ways to dispel that restless energy and now hunting this kind of creature, but Sam didn't seem to care. Gabriel knew that a hunter didn't pass up a job, and it wasn't the first time Sam had gotten himself into trouble because of that. He wasn't going to let it be the last.
Though he didn't know how Sam had attracted its attention, he'd known exactly when Sam was about to fraternize with the enemy, because he... kept tabs on Sam's lust.
Not for any perverted reasons, of course. Just out of curiosity.
It had flared brighter than oil on a campfire, and Gabriel knew the incubus had found Sam before he'd found it. “Idiot,” he muttered, abandoning the tower of candy corn he'd been painstakingly building in another luxurious suite.
When he appeared in front of another cheap motel, he rolled his eyes. “There's better places to let an incubus peg you, Sammy,” he muttered and snapped his fingers, unwrapping the candy bar that appeared on his hand and casually munching it.
He peered through the window and watched as the incubus, disguised as what looked like a rich investment banker, approached the bed. Quite tempted to take a picture, Gabriel tilted his head as he noticed Sam's dumbstruck expression.
The archangel's head tilted even more as he peered through the translucent drapes, watching as the incubus did something out of view near his mouth that only made Sam's mouth open a little wider. Whatever the object had been used for, the incubus then set it aside: a beautifully-engraved pen.
It clicked into place. “Trauco,” Gabriel muttered under his breath. Distant cousin of the incubus, normally from Chile... of course Sam wouldn't expect it here. But hey, they're gods in the sack. He was half-tempted to watch and see if it was true, but that would mean letting some incubus get Sam into bed, and by the brightness in Sam's lust that he could see and feel right now - and any angel within a couple miles probably could, too - he doubted Sam would be saying no.
He watched as the Trauco ran its fingers under Sam's chin, and he couldn't even stop the little wave of anger from flushing his skin and making his fingers shake slightly. He let the wrapper drop in the bushes, licking the chocolate off his hands, then seized the locked motel room doorknob and twisted it, effortlessly unlocking and opening it in one move.
~*~
Sam remembered the whole thing vaguely, as if it had enchanted him. The beautiful man had claimed his attention from the moment he slipped into the locked room to right now, making Sam feel so hot and confined in his clothing. There was something in his mannerisms that made Sam think he'd be the best lay he ever got.
His logic, quite simply, wasn't there at all. It was sheer lust and emotion driving him onwards, urging him to accept the advances of this beautiful stranger who made him want to do absolutely anything right then and there. He dropped to his knees in front of the stranger, peering up at him as he wondered just how one person could be that erotic and beautiful and awe-inspiring all at the same time.
When the door opened, he frowned with annoyance to be interrupted, watching as a familiar figure strode through the door in easy, confident steps, then flicked a wrist so the door slammed shut and locked again.
The stranger - his stranger - turned about, only to shudder to a halt. Just as Sam was rooted to the spot on his knees, the mouthwatering businessman was rooted to the spot and staring back at... Gabriel, that was it.
Gabriel smirked.
Sam didn't quite get why or how, but he understood that Gabriel had just seized the power in the room. Was he supposed to start lusting after him now? Something about that bothered him, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
“How may I serve you?” the stranger asked Gabriel, at last bowing his head and picking up the pen he had licked and set aside, which had set any nerves in Sam's groin on fire that hadn't already been burning.
“Just... wait for me for a while,” Gabriel said carelessly and snapped his fingers.
The tension in the room drained away, and Sam blinked once, then twice.
He was on his knees on some cheap, oddly stained motel room floor, and suddenly Gabriel was in front of him. “The... the man...?” he voiced out, too surprised right now to react to the fact that the archangel had gripped his elbows and pulled him to his feet, despite having quite a few inches' and pounds' disadvantage.
“Wasn't just an incubus, he was a Trauco,” Gabriel snapped, and Sam's eyes widened. He didn't know what a Trauco was, exactly, but anything related to an incubus couldn't have been good to sleep with. He swallowed hard.
“Oops.”
“You, Samuel Winchester, are going to get yourself killed. And give me grey hair!” Gabriel glowered, yanking another chocolate bar from his coat pocket in sheer agitation, violently tearing the wrapper open and almost shredding it in the process, then biting down hard on chocolate.
As the archangel furiously chewed, looking like he wanted to say a hell of a lot more after he'd regained his composure, Sam frantically searched for something to say. “I, uh, I didn't know it... was a... Trauco, did you say? What's...” he trailed off hesitantly.
“Chilean breed of 'em. They enchant a person -- usually a woman,” Gabriel snarked pointedly, “and convince them that sleeping with them is the most incredible thing since Ben and Jerry's Pop Rocks flavour. Of course, they usually kill the men, so you could easily be dead right now,” Gabriel told Sam off, throwing aside the wrapper.
Sam gulped. “Oops,” he said again, wondering whether the Trauco had wanted to sex him up or gank him. He supposed it didn't really matter; either way, he was in Gabriel's debt right now. “I... uh, thanks.”
“Don't mention it.” Gabriel arched an eyebrow. “But, yeah, try not to crush hopelessly on everything that wants to kill you.”
“Don't you?” Sam asked suddenly, and his heart lurched as he realized what exactly he'd asked.
There was an awkward moment of silence. During this moment, both re-evaluated their assumptions.
It passed, and so did the awkwardness. A moment later, the short, fierce archangel had leaned forward - and stretched all the way up - to capture Sam's lips in a heated kiss, and the human suddenly didn't quite know what to do with himself.
The burning feeling had come back again, but it felt different. It wasn't hot and sudden and immediate, and he wasn't trapped into doing this. He was doing it - they were doing it - because they both wanted to, and that was good enough for Sam.
He let out a little moan, gripping the solid archangel around the waist and tugging him hard until he sat on the bed. At the same time, he was being pushed backwards onto it, and he didn't know quite how he ended up stretched out along the bed with a hungry archangel crouching over him and almost forcing his tongue into his mouth.
But Sam wasn't complaining. If Gabriel wanted to be pissed off at him and have angry/jealous first-time sex, he wouldn't complain. Hell, if Gabriel wanted to line the dressers and bedside tables with candles and flowers the next time around, Sam wouldn't complain.
Rational thought fled again when Gabriel's hands skimmed over the angles and planes of his body to divest him of clothing, impossibly quickly. “How... how'd you... the Trauco...” he mumbled, trying to return the favour in his own clumsy, human way.
“You're mine,” Gabriel breathed out in between kisses, their lips swollen and tender, and Sam felt every warm breath coming from Gabriel's feline lips. “I just... told the Trauco that. And then sent him to await my orders. He's mine too, but not the same.”
Sam's heart beat fast at this fierce, singleminded declaration, and he tried to think about what it meant as his body flushed with heat. “I think I'm okay with being yours,” he told the archangel, just before a clever tongue danced around his nipple and made him groan loudly.
He thought he heard a quiet, “Good,” breathed out between licks.