More Gabe Drabbles
So here are some more drabbles i wrote to fill stockings over at spn_gabriel
Title: Nesting
Pairing: Gabe/Sam
Word count: 244
Warnings: Mpreg
A/N: um im sorry? for Griffinmaxwell's stocking
Summary: Sam had heard of nesting but even this is ridiculous...
Sam stands in the middle of what had once been the living room of the house he and Gabe lived in. Right now it looked more like a tornado in a department store.
All manner of clothing and bedding thrown haphazardly around the remains of the couch. At least he was pretty sure it was the couch. He could see sticking out from under one corner of the mess was his favorite jacket.
The thought ran through his mind to retrieve it when Gabriel entered the room. "don't even think about it!" he quipped with a mouthful of something sweet. probably a twizzler.
Sam ran a hand through his hair absently and frowned. "I was just wondering what you did to the couch?"
Gabe smiled and sat snuggling his round frame into the pile before smoothing his hand over his pregnant belly. "I just made all the hard bits soft."
"huh." Sam sighed. He had heard of nesting before but this was ridiculous. His beloved angel and the mother well carrier of their unborn child was sitting on a pile of clothes and soft things like big bird.
"Your big bird." Gabe grinned at him and beckoned him with a finger. Sam climbed across the pile of clothes and cushions and wrapped his arms around his angel.
Sam placed a hand over Gabe's belly and pressed a kiss to his lips. Some how this strange scene was normal in the life of a Winchester.
Title: confessions
Pairing: Gabe, Dean
Word count: 175
A/N: gypsydancergirl's stocking
Summary: Gabe has something to confess...
The guy was a dick plain and simple. That was the only reason that Dean could think of why the bastard would curse him like this.
Knowing Dean's luck he was probably bragging about it to anyone that would listen. It was just so typical of Gabriel.
Who else would curse him so that complete strangers would tell him their deepest darkest secret. It had been a whole week of Chick flick moments. People crying on his shoulder and hugging him.
Of course though to make matters worse when he finally tracked the bastard down. Seem's his curse worked on him too.
"Thor was hilarious. I mean this guy was 8 feet tall if he was a day built like a brick shit house long bushy red beard. But you should have seen him in drag." Gabriel bragged with a huge grin on his face.
"I miss him."
A sad look crossed Gabriel's face,. brows knitting together. Dean sighed in exasperation when Gabriel's bottom lip quivered and the arch angel wrapped his arms around him.
Title: Bound
Pairing: Gabe/Sam
Word count: 388
Warnings: bondage and toy use.
A/N: for ladyoneill's stocking
Summary: Gabe teaches Sam who is in charge...
Sam closed his eyes as the rope around his thighs shifted slightly and his feet lifted from the ground. fingers brushed softly over his hip and he moaned softly at the reassuring touch. The blind fold made his nose itch but he couldn't even lower his head to his arm to itch it now that he was suspended from the ground in an intricate rope work harness. there were lines of ropes and delicate knot work he could feel pressing against his skin made his erection ache between his thighs. "You have no idea how incredible you look right now Sammy." Gabriel's voice whispered deep and seductive so close to his ear that it had Sam whining around the large rubber ball gag that was pressed between his teeth. A hand pressed to his shoulder sent him spinning slowly and Sam lost track of where exactly he was. But he trusted Gabriel. After three such slow spins he was stopped by a hand on his knee that traveled slowly up the inside of his thigh and across the underside of scrotum. Making his erection twitch with the ache to be touched. The only touch of course the rope that was twined around his scrotum and the base of his cock as the hands skipped to his hips. fingers tugged at the occasional line of rope tightening and adjusting as they smoothed up his chest. "so fucking beautiful." Gabe's sounds close but Sam still has no idea where he is now that the hands are no longer trailing over his chest. It's almost cruel, the way Gabe has him so worked up and on edge and still refuses to touch him where he needs to be touched. Then there is another soft touch at his thigh before fingers trail down and press against the plug that the rope work has trapped in his ass. the shift in pressure making him arch against the ropes and cry out. The pressure ends and the touch moves away the voice coming from behind him a moment later as a hand curls around his throat. "Your mine Sammy." Gabriel's voice was thick like molasses as the hand tightened around his throat. Gabriel was so close to his ear that Sam could feel the heat of his breath as it bloomed over his cheek.
Title: Nesting
Pairing: Gabe/Sam
Word count: 244
Warnings: Mpreg
A/N: um im sorry? for Griffinmaxwell's stocking
Summary: Sam had heard of nesting but even this is ridiculous...
Sam stands in the middle of what had once been the living room of the house he and Gabe lived in. Right now it looked more like a tornado in a department store.
All manner of clothing and bedding thrown haphazardly around the remains of the couch. At least he was pretty sure it was the couch. He could see sticking out from under one corner of the mess was his favorite jacket.
The thought ran through his mind to retrieve it when Gabriel entered the room. "don't even think about it!" he quipped with a mouthful of something sweet. probably a twizzler.
Sam ran a hand through his hair absently and frowned. "I was just wondering what you did to the couch?"
Gabe smiled and sat snuggling his round frame into the pile before smoothing his hand over his pregnant belly. "I just made all the hard bits soft."
"huh." Sam sighed. He had heard of nesting before but this was ridiculous. His beloved angel and the mother well carrier of their unborn child was sitting on a pile of clothes and soft things like big bird.
"Your big bird." Gabe grinned at him and beckoned him with a finger. Sam climbed across the pile of clothes and cushions and wrapped his arms around his angel.
Sam placed a hand over Gabe's belly and pressed a kiss to his lips. Some how this strange scene was normal in the life of a Winchester.
Title: confessions
Pairing: Gabe, Dean
Word count: 175
A/N: gypsydancergirl's stocking
Summary: Gabe has something to confess...
The guy was a dick plain and simple. That was the only reason that Dean could think of why the bastard would curse him like this.
Knowing Dean's luck he was probably bragging about it to anyone that would listen. It was just so typical of Gabriel.
Who else would curse him so that complete strangers would tell him their deepest darkest secret. It had been a whole week of Chick flick moments. People crying on his shoulder and hugging him.
Of course though to make matters worse when he finally tracked the bastard down. Seem's his curse worked on him too.
"Thor was hilarious. I mean this guy was 8 feet tall if he was a day built like a brick shit house long bushy red beard. But you should have seen him in drag." Gabriel bragged with a huge grin on his face.
"I miss him."
A sad look crossed Gabriel's face,. brows knitting together. Dean sighed in exasperation when Gabriel's bottom lip quivered and the arch angel wrapped his arms around him.
Title: Bound
Pairing: Gabe/Sam
Word count: 388
Warnings: bondage and toy use.
A/N: for ladyoneill's stocking
Summary: Gabe teaches Sam who is in charge...
Sam closed his eyes as the rope around his thighs shifted slightly and his feet lifted from the ground. fingers brushed softly over his hip and he moaned softly at the reassuring touch. The blind fold made his nose itch but he couldn't even lower his head to his arm to itch it now that he was suspended from the ground in an intricate rope work harness. there were lines of ropes and delicate knot work he could feel pressing against his skin made his erection ache between his thighs. "You have no idea how incredible you look right now Sammy." Gabriel's voice whispered deep and seductive so close to his ear that it had Sam whining around the large rubber ball gag that was pressed between his teeth. A hand pressed to his shoulder sent him spinning slowly and Sam lost track of where exactly he was. But he trusted Gabriel. After three such slow spins he was stopped by a hand on his knee that traveled slowly up the inside of his thigh and across the underside of scrotum. Making his erection twitch with the ache to be touched. The only touch of course the rope that was twined around his scrotum and the base of his cock as the hands skipped to his hips. fingers tugged at the occasional line of rope tightening and adjusting as they smoothed up his chest. "so fucking beautiful." Gabe's sounds close but Sam still has no idea where he is now that the hands are no longer trailing over his chest. It's almost cruel, the way Gabe has him so worked up and on edge and still refuses to touch him where he needs to be touched. Then there is another soft touch at his thigh before fingers trail down and press against the plug that the rope work has trapped in his ass. the shift in pressure making him arch against the ropes and cry out. The pressure ends and the touch moves away the voice coming from behind him a moment later as a hand curls around his throat. "Your mine Sammy." Gabriel's voice was thick like molasses as the hand tightened around his throat. Gabriel was so close to his ear that Sam could feel the heat of his breath as it bloomed over his cheek.