Sam/Gabriel, Dean - VoyeurismsavorvrymomentAugust 29 2010, 03:43:12 UTC
It’s the early hours of the morning, when everyone should be asleep, except Dean can’t seem to keep his eyes closed. The sound of the traffic going by on the interstate is too loud, and the neon vacancy sign is shining just through their window. And everything that has been their lives all along is crawling under his skin under cover of night.
Judging from the way Sam is tossing and turning in the other bed, Dean’s sure he isn’t sleeping either. He wants to say something, hiss at him to lie still and go to sleep, they have things to do tomorrow. But then they would just start arguing, and for once, Dean just lets it go.
There’s a flutter of wings, and Dean blinks his eyes open, expecting to see Castiel. Instead, he finds Gabriel, already in the process of crawling up the foot of Sam’s bed and smothering Sam in the bedsheets. Dean catches his breath, sliding his hand smooth and slow under his pillow after his knife, but then Sam is laughing this breathy, happy laugh that Dean hasn’t heard in ages. Not since Sam’s been back from hell. He relaxes his fingers on the knife, just watches instead.
“What’re you doing?” Sam finally hisses. “You’re going to wake up my brother…”
And that’s Dean’s perfect opportunity to make his consciousness known, but instead he squeezes his eyes shut and fanes sleep. If the other two look at him, or suspect anything, they don’t voice it. In fact, Gabriel wheezes out through a laugh, “Ah, screw him…”
Dean’s not really sure what’s going on. Last he’d heard, Gabriel was dead. But of all the things he expects when he opens his eyes again, he does not expect to see Gabriel sitting astraddle his brother’s hip, completely naked, looking for all the world like he’d like to eat Sam for supper. Dean blinks, watching in turn as Sam pushes himself up on his elbows, reaching for Gabriel.
And when they kiss, it’s dirty and intimate all at once.
Sure, Dean’s seen his brother kiss before. All pushy and dominant-learned from watching the best, Dean liked to think. But this? The thing about it is, women usually let him do his thing. Gabriel is giving it back to him, all teeth and tongue, his hands on Sam’s cheeks. And it might be hot, if Dean would let himself admit it.
Regardless, he definitely makes a noise…
Sam jerks back, the neon light flashing colors in his eyes as he stares in shock at Dean. Gabriel just leans back, laughing maniacally, then disappears in a quick flash of wings. Dean swallows, says, “Uh…”
Sam grabs at the covers on his bed, says, “What the hell?”
“We probably need to talk about this,” Dean says. Then amends, “Talk. In the morning.”
Judging from the way Sam is tossing and turning in the other bed, Dean’s sure he isn’t sleeping either. He wants to say something, hiss at him to lie still and go to sleep, they have things to do tomorrow. But then they would just start arguing, and for once, Dean just lets it go.
There’s a flutter of wings, and Dean blinks his eyes open, expecting to see Castiel. Instead, he finds Gabriel, already in the process of crawling up the foot of Sam’s bed and smothering Sam in the bedsheets. Dean catches his breath, sliding his hand smooth and slow under his pillow after his knife, but then Sam is laughing this breathy, happy laugh that Dean hasn’t heard in ages. Not since Sam’s been back from hell. He relaxes his fingers on the knife, just watches instead.
“What’re you doing?” Sam finally hisses. “You’re going to wake up my brother…”
And that’s Dean’s perfect opportunity to make his consciousness known, but instead he squeezes his eyes shut and fanes sleep. If the other two look at him, or suspect anything, they don’t voice it. In fact, Gabriel wheezes out through a laugh, “Ah, screw him…”
Dean’s not really sure what’s going on. Last he’d heard, Gabriel was dead. But of all the things he expects when he opens his eyes again, he does not expect to see Gabriel sitting astraddle his brother’s hip, completely naked, looking for all the world like he’d like to eat Sam for supper. Dean blinks, watching in turn as Sam pushes himself up on his elbows, reaching for Gabriel.
And when they kiss, it’s dirty and intimate all at once.
Sure, Dean’s seen his brother kiss before. All pushy and dominant-learned from watching the best, Dean liked to think. But this? The thing about it is, women usually let him do his thing. Gabriel is giving it back to him, all teeth and tongue, his hands on Sam’s cheeks. And it might be hot, if Dean would let himself admit it.
Regardless, he definitely makes a noise…
Sam jerks back, the neon light flashing colors in his eyes as he stares in shock at Dean. Gabriel just leans back, laughing maniacally, then disappears in a quick flash of wings. Dean swallows, says, “Uh…”
Sam grabs at the covers on his bed, says, “What the hell?”
“We probably need to talk about this,” Dean says. Then amends, “Talk. In the morning.”
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