A simple enough arrangement
It was a simple enough arrangement. Outside, when they were on a hunt, Sam called the shots. Sam chose the weapons, Sam drove the car, Sam chose the music and Gabriel shut his cakehole. Dean had been placed under house arrest when Bobby found out that he hadn’t been sleeping and was getting Hell flashbacks all over again. Plus, they knew if God Cas was coming after them, Dean would be the target.
The apparent upside of this cosmic alteration was that a lot of the angels who had died were brought back. None of the ones Castiel had killed, though, which meant that the angels who were alive were somewhat severed from the host, and all prone to acting a little irrationally. Sam had first found Gabriel, dirty and rain-soaked, trudging along an Indiana highway. He was lost and confused, and had said something about forgetting how to fly before passing out. A few days of being nursed by Sam saw him back on his feet and pretty much as powerful as he’d ever been, but there were… side effects.
It really was a simple arrangement. Sam went on hunts, and Gabriel went with him. Sam called the shots, made the plans and drove the car, and Gabriel refused to leave his side. When they were off-duty, though, Gabriel was his usual flippant, snide self. It was an act, anyone could see that, because the moment Sam suggested, tried or even thought about going anywhere without Gabriel, the angel got pissed.
Severely pissed.
It got to the point where Sam had to call Gabriel before he left each motel so the angel could be in the car with him.
So, yes. It was a simple arrangement. On the hunt, Sam was in charge. All other times, however, he had better clear his actions with Gabriel. And Sam was getting fucking sick of it.
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Sam slammed the motel door behind him, heading directly to the shower, to wash away the film of sweat, dirt and blood that had been spread over his skin in a particularly feisty combat session with an angry ghost.
Gabriel’s knock was almost unheard over the hiss of the shower.
“So are we done?”
“We’re done. The thing’s gone.”
“Great. I’ll go get us something from the diner.”
“You do that.” Sam turned off the water, having perfected the quick shower after years of morning drills at the hands of both his father and Dean. He wrapped a towel around himself and opened the door, pushing past Gabriel as he got some clean clothes.
“What crawled up your ass and died?” Gabriel had already switched from hunt mode, back to his typical raised eyebrow.
“You nearly got me killed.” Sam growled, standing up and glaring at the archangel. “You stood there messing around when I needed your help.”
“Messing around?” Gabriel repeated, looking mildly offended. “Bullshit was I messing around.”
“I was getting thrown around like a fucking rag doll, and you couldn’t keep yourself together enough to find the shotgun. What do you call that?”
“Saving your life, ass-hat.” Gabriel did not appreciate being spoken to like that. He put up with it when they were on the hunt, but Sam had said they were done, so now he could argue back. “If you’d just let me use my powers…”
“No.”
“But I…”
“No!” Sam scowled, slipping into his boxers. They had long since passed the point where modesty was an issue. The lines were so blurry now; they may as well not be there. Maybe that was why Sam clung to his hunting rules so much. “We do this the right way or we don’t do it at all.”
“The right way?”
“My. Way.” Sam pointed his finger in Gabriel’s face. The angel scowled at him once more, before nodding.
“Fine. I’ll go get us some food.”
Gabriel left the motel room. Sam threw his shirt on, and fell down on the bed, growling irritably at the ceiling.
Then he sat up. He wasn’t taking this shit any more.
He grabbed his hold alls, grabbed the room key, and left. He threw himself into the car and started driving, in no particular direction.
Gabriel appeared beside him, his eyes flashing dangerously.
“What are you doing, Sam?”
“Driving.”
“Without me.”
“You can fly.” Sam shrugged, his body language seemed uncaring but his eyes dared the archangel. Dared him to do just what Sam knew he would.
“I don’t want to fly. I don’t want you driving without me.”
“But see, here’s what I’m thinking.” Sam spared the road brief glances as he watched the archangel. “I’m thinking that as long as I’m driving around in this car, you aren’t going to zap off anywhere and leave me, so this is the perfect time to deal with why you suddenly give a crap.”
“What?” He tried to be flippant, but the catch in his voice betrayed him.
“Before you died, you didn’t give a rat’s ass about anyone but yourself. And now you’ve become my over-diligent guardian angel? No way, Gabriel, something’s up. I haven’t said anything before because I was happy to let the rules and boundaries stay where they were, but you’ve been breaking all the rules and moving all the boundaries, and I’m tired of not knowing why.”
“Slow down. And look at the road.”
“Why do you care?”
“Slow down, you’re going too fast.”
“Maybe I’ll just veer off here, huh? Maybe I’ll just crash, how about that?”
“Slow- Sam, look out!”
The wheel was wrenched from his grip as it spun sideways, bringing them skidding around at ninety degrees to the tree that had fallen over the road. Sam hadn’t even seen it.
“Shit…” His breath was shaky, as much as his hands. He was normally a careful driver, he’d never been so close to crashing before.
He felt hands gripping his face. Firm, strong, pinching enough to drag him back to reality, but not so much that it really hurt him. Gabriel looked worried for a moment, before his expression was replaced with one of fury.
“Don’t you ever fucking scare me like that again, Winchester.” Their lips crashed together, tongues instantly in each other’s mouths, because Sam knew better by now than to protest. He had come to terms with the archangel leaping him whenever he got himself in trouble, or hurt… or risked getting himself hurt… or flirted with any of the women he met. He’d come to terms with the fact that he liked it; the archangel pressing against him and devouring his skin, holding him like a precious treasure, treating him with care and want and possessiveness. He’d long since gotten used to it.
Gabriel broke away, letting Sam catch his breath. He snapped his fingers, and they were away from the car, in some motel room that looked pretty much like the one they’d just left. Gabriel was on him again in an instant, and Sam knew the signals well enough by now. He lifted Gabriel, wrapping his arms around him as Gabriel did likewise with his legs. Their mouths joined once more, tongues swirling, licking and kissing, teeth nipping and pulling. Gabriel’s hands fisted in Sam’s hair, and he pulled the hunter’s head back, so they could look at each other.
“You drive too fast.” Gabriel practically snarled the words, before bending to nip at the exposed skin of Sam’s neck. Sam’s eyelids fluttered as the jolt of pleasure ran down his spine and into his gut, eliciting a murmured noise of happiness. His grip tightened on Gabriel’s hips, and the archangel responded by gripping his legs tighter, pressing the rapidly hardening bulge against Sam’s stomach.
“Put me down.”
Sam did as he was told. Gabriel clicked again, and they were kneeling on the bed, minus their clothes. It was another even that Sam had long since ceased to be surprised by and long since gotten to terms with enjoying. Gabriel was on him in a second, hands fisted in his hair, lips against his throat, sucking, nipping, licking… his chest was pressed firm against the hunter’s, his erection rubbing against the sensitive skin of Sam’s own rapidly hardening penis. Gabriel broke away from kissing Sam’s throat, only to drag the hunter’s head down so that he was returning the favour.
“You’re a god-damn liability, Sam.” His breath was hoarse and heavy as Sam pressed himself against the archangel, hands on his back and holding them together in his eagerness to comply to the unspoken command. Gabriel’s hands found Sam’s ass.
“I don’t need you to look out for me.” Sam whispered against Gabriel’s collarbone. His words turned into gasps, though, as Gabriel pushed one finger into him.
“Did I ask for your opinion?” Gabriel breathed, his eyes betraying no sign of mirth. Just pure, animal lust. The fact that an archangel was giving Sam such a look never failed to make his head spin with the lack of blood. Sam returned to kissing Gabriel’s neck, dragging his teeth along the sensitive stretches of skin. Gabriel let out a laugh, dark and lusty, and Sam gasped again as he felt a second finger pressing just at the edge of his hole.
“You do need me, Sam.” The second finger pressed in slowly. Agonisingly, teasingly slowly, But Gabriel’s other hand was on Sam’s hip, his thumb digging into the groove below his stomach. Sam knew better than to move. “You need me because you don’t care about yourself, and someone has to.” Fully inserted, the second finger stretched away from the first one, making Sam gasp and drop his forehead against Gabriel’s shoulder. “You need me, Sam. Say it.”
“I need you.” He whispered.
“Louder.”
“I need you.”
“I said louder, Sammy.”
“I need yo…” He trailed off into a gasping moan as the two fingers bent, pressing against the sweet spot. Gabriel gave him a predatory smile.
“That’s better.” Gabriel pushed Sam back off his knees, but didn’t remove his fingers. Sam lay back without protest, letting Gabriel position him until they were both where he wanted them to be. He pressed in with a third finger, and Sam began to moan in pleasure. Gabriel’s grim, predatory smile was made all the wider. “How much do you need me, Sammy?”
“I… need you.” He managed to gasp out. The fingers bent again, twisting so that they pressed on the spot that set of fireworks behind Sam’s eyes.
“I said, ‘how much’. Answer me.”
“I…” Sam trailed off into pleasure filled groans, but yelped as the fingers inside him stretched apart suddenly, hurting him.
“How much?”
“All the time.” Sam mumbled, his head spinning as he felt a fourth finger push into him. He couldn’t stretch any more. “All night, all day, I need you, Gabriel, I want you.”
“I don’t believe you.” Gabriel leant in, placing his free hand by Sam’s shoulder so he was looming over the hunter. “You’re just saying it.”
“No, no…” Sam gasped, almost whimpering as he felt the fingers slowly withdraw from his body. “Gabriel, please… please…”
“Tell me.” Gabriel pressed against Sam one more time as he drew his fingers out. “Tell me how much you need me.”
“I’d die without you, Gabriel.”
“On hunts?”
“Any time. You’re right, I don’t give a shit about myself and I love having you watching my back, now please, Gabriel.”
He was whining. He was whining and begging, and he’d never done that for anyone. He’d always been in charge, he’d always called the shots, but he knew that Gabriel could destroy him, if he so chose. And something about that made him melt.
“Good boy.” Gabriel grinned, the head of his cock already wet as it pressed against Sam’s tailbone. “You need me.”
“I want you.” Sam moaned, tired of the games. He put one hand on Gabriel’s shoulder, the other on his hip. “Please…”
“That’s all I had to hear.”
He pushed into Sam, as far as he could go, Sam letting out a guttural moan as he felt the angel’s weight inside him. Gabriel thrust into Sam, his hands fisting in the bed sheets, his eyes glinting with gold as he watched Sam gasp with pleasure.
“You saved me, Sam. You still don’t get it, do you? I owe you my life, and if paying you back means dragging this hot piece of ass out of the fire, then I’ve got no complaints. But…” He let out a moan, his eyes rolling in his head as he steeled himself against the rising swell of pleasure that threatened to end this moment. “But don’t you dare start taking advantage of this, Sam. You want me, you just tell me. I’m as sick of games as you are. Fuck, Sammy, you’re mine now, and I won’t let you get killed or hurt. No way. Mine to care for, you hear that?”
Sam moaned, and nodded, his hips thrusting to meet Gabriel’s.
“That’s right. Fucking mine.”
Gabriel thrust twice more, and moaned as he felt himself empty. With his last few seconds of strength, he lowered himself down to lick along Sam’s cock, just once was all Sam needed to go right over the edge with him, and there they lay, tired and heavy once more.
It was a simple enough arrangement. Outside, when they were on a hunt, Sam called the shots. Sam chose the weapons, Sam drove the car, Sam chose the music and Gabriel shut his cakehole. Inside, though, when they were off-duty, Gabriel was in charge, and Sam would take it, if he knew what was good for him.
It was good to get their boundaries set.
The apparent upside of this cosmic alteration was that a lot of the angels who had died were brought back. None of the ones Castiel had killed, though, which meant that the angels who were alive were somewhat severed from the host, and all prone to acting a little irrationally. Sam had first found Gabriel, dirty and rain-soaked, trudging along an Indiana highway. He was lost and confused, and had said something about forgetting how to fly before passing out. A few days of being nursed by Sam saw him back on his feet and pretty much as powerful as he’d ever been, but there were… side effects.
It really was a simple arrangement. Sam went on hunts, and Gabriel went with him. Sam called the shots, made the plans and drove the car, and Gabriel refused to leave his side. When they were off-duty, though, Gabriel was his usual flippant, snide self. It was an act, anyone could see that, because the moment Sam suggested, tried or even thought about going anywhere without Gabriel, the angel got pissed.
Severely pissed.
It got to the point where Sam had to call Gabriel before he left each motel so the angel could be in the car with him.
So, yes. It was a simple arrangement. On the hunt, Sam was in charge. All other times, however, he had better clear his actions with Gabriel. And Sam was getting fucking sick of it.
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Sam slammed the motel door behind him, heading directly to the shower, to wash away the film of sweat, dirt and blood that had been spread over his skin in a particularly feisty combat session with an angry ghost.
Gabriel’s knock was almost unheard over the hiss of the shower.
“So are we done?”
“We’re done. The thing’s gone.”
“Great. I’ll go get us something from the diner.”
“You do that.” Sam turned off the water, having perfected the quick shower after years of morning drills at the hands of both his father and Dean. He wrapped a towel around himself and opened the door, pushing past Gabriel as he got some clean clothes.
“What crawled up your ass and died?” Gabriel had already switched from hunt mode, back to his typical raised eyebrow.
“You nearly got me killed.” Sam growled, standing up and glaring at the archangel. “You stood there messing around when I needed your help.”
“Messing around?” Gabriel repeated, looking mildly offended. “Bullshit was I messing around.”
“I was getting thrown around like a fucking rag doll, and you couldn’t keep yourself together enough to find the shotgun. What do you call that?”
“Saving your life, ass-hat.” Gabriel did not appreciate being spoken to like that. He put up with it when they were on the hunt, but Sam had said they were done, so now he could argue back. “If you’d just let me use my powers…”
“No.”
“But I…”
“No!” Sam scowled, slipping into his boxers. They had long since passed the point where modesty was an issue. The lines were so blurry now; they may as well not be there. Maybe that was why Sam clung to his hunting rules so much. “We do this the right way or we don’t do it at all.”
“The right way?”
“My. Way.” Sam pointed his finger in Gabriel’s face. The angel scowled at him once more, before nodding.
“Fine. I’ll go get us some food.”
Gabriel left the motel room. Sam threw his shirt on, and fell down on the bed, growling irritably at the ceiling.
Then he sat up. He wasn’t taking this shit any more.
He grabbed his hold alls, grabbed the room key, and left. He threw himself into the car and started driving, in no particular direction.
Gabriel appeared beside him, his eyes flashing dangerously.
“What are you doing, Sam?”
“Driving.”
“Without me.”
“You can fly.” Sam shrugged, his body language seemed uncaring but his eyes dared the archangel. Dared him to do just what Sam knew he would.
“I don’t want to fly. I don’t want you driving without me.”
“But see, here’s what I’m thinking.” Sam spared the road brief glances as he watched the archangel. “I’m thinking that as long as I’m driving around in this car, you aren’t going to zap off anywhere and leave me, so this is the perfect time to deal with why you suddenly give a crap.”
“What?” He tried to be flippant, but the catch in his voice betrayed him.
“Before you died, you didn’t give a rat’s ass about anyone but yourself. And now you’ve become my over-diligent guardian angel? No way, Gabriel, something’s up. I haven’t said anything before because I was happy to let the rules and boundaries stay where they were, but you’ve been breaking all the rules and moving all the boundaries, and I’m tired of not knowing why.”
“Slow down. And look at the road.”
“Why do you care?”
“Slow down, you’re going too fast.”
“Maybe I’ll just veer off here, huh? Maybe I’ll just crash, how about that?”
“Slow- Sam, look out!”
The wheel was wrenched from his grip as it spun sideways, bringing them skidding around at ninety degrees to the tree that had fallen over the road. Sam hadn’t even seen it.
“Shit…” His breath was shaky, as much as his hands. He was normally a careful driver, he’d never been so close to crashing before.
He felt hands gripping his face. Firm, strong, pinching enough to drag him back to reality, but not so much that it really hurt him. Gabriel looked worried for a moment, before his expression was replaced with one of fury.
“Don’t you ever fucking scare me like that again, Winchester.” Their lips crashed together, tongues instantly in each other’s mouths, because Sam knew better by now than to protest. He had come to terms with the archangel leaping him whenever he got himself in trouble, or hurt… or risked getting himself hurt… or flirted with any of the women he met. He’d come to terms with the fact that he liked it; the archangel pressing against him and devouring his skin, holding him like a precious treasure, treating him with care and want and possessiveness. He’d long since gotten used to it.
Gabriel broke away, letting Sam catch his breath. He snapped his fingers, and they were away from the car, in some motel room that looked pretty much like the one they’d just left. Gabriel was on him again in an instant, and Sam knew the signals well enough by now. He lifted Gabriel, wrapping his arms around him as Gabriel did likewise with his legs. Their mouths joined once more, tongues swirling, licking and kissing, teeth nipping and pulling. Gabriel’s hands fisted in Sam’s hair, and he pulled the hunter’s head back, so they could look at each other.
“You drive too fast.” Gabriel practically snarled the words, before bending to nip at the exposed skin of Sam’s neck. Sam’s eyelids fluttered as the jolt of pleasure ran down his spine and into his gut, eliciting a murmured noise of happiness. His grip tightened on Gabriel’s hips, and the archangel responded by gripping his legs tighter, pressing the rapidly hardening bulge against Sam’s stomach.
“Put me down.”
Sam did as he was told. Gabriel clicked again, and they were kneeling on the bed, minus their clothes. It was another even that Sam had long since ceased to be surprised by and long since gotten to terms with enjoying. Gabriel was on him in a second, hands fisted in his hair, lips against his throat, sucking, nipping, licking… his chest was pressed firm against the hunter’s, his erection rubbing against the sensitive skin of Sam’s own rapidly hardening penis. Gabriel broke away from kissing Sam’s throat, only to drag the hunter’s head down so that he was returning the favour.
“You’re a god-damn liability, Sam.” His breath was hoarse and heavy as Sam pressed himself against the archangel, hands on his back and holding them together in his eagerness to comply to the unspoken command. Gabriel’s hands found Sam’s ass.
“I don’t need you to look out for me.” Sam whispered against Gabriel’s collarbone. His words turned into gasps, though, as Gabriel pushed one finger into him.
“Did I ask for your opinion?” Gabriel breathed, his eyes betraying no sign of mirth. Just pure, animal lust. The fact that an archangel was giving Sam such a look never failed to make his head spin with the lack of blood. Sam returned to kissing Gabriel’s neck, dragging his teeth along the sensitive stretches of skin. Gabriel let out a laugh, dark and lusty, and Sam gasped again as he felt a second finger pressing just at the edge of his hole.
“You do need me, Sam.” The second finger pressed in slowly. Agonisingly, teasingly slowly, But Gabriel’s other hand was on Sam’s hip, his thumb digging into the groove below his stomach. Sam knew better than to move. “You need me because you don’t care about yourself, and someone has to.” Fully inserted, the second finger stretched away from the first one, making Sam gasp and drop his forehead against Gabriel’s shoulder. “You need me, Sam. Say it.”
“I need you.” He whispered.
“Louder.”
“I need you.”
“I said louder, Sammy.”
“I need yo…” He trailed off into a gasping moan as the two fingers bent, pressing against the sweet spot. Gabriel gave him a predatory smile.
“That’s better.” Gabriel pushed Sam back off his knees, but didn’t remove his fingers. Sam lay back without protest, letting Gabriel position him until they were both where he wanted them to be. He pressed in with a third finger, and Sam began to moan in pleasure. Gabriel’s grim, predatory smile was made all the wider. “How much do you need me, Sammy?”
“I… need you.” He managed to gasp out. The fingers bent again, twisting so that they pressed on the spot that set of fireworks behind Sam’s eyes.
“I said, ‘how much’. Answer me.”
“I…” Sam trailed off into pleasure filled groans, but yelped as the fingers inside him stretched apart suddenly, hurting him.
“How much?”
“All the time.” Sam mumbled, his head spinning as he felt a fourth finger push into him. He couldn’t stretch any more. “All night, all day, I need you, Gabriel, I want you.”
“I don’t believe you.” Gabriel leant in, placing his free hand by Sam’s shoulder so he was looming over the hunter. “You’re just saying it.”
“No, no…” Sam gasped, almost whimpering as he felt the fingers slowly withdraw from his body. “Gabriel, please… please…”
“Tell me.” Gabriel pressed against Sam one more time as he drew his fingers out. “Tell me how much you need me.”
“I’d die without you, Gabriel.”
“On hunts?”
“Any time. You’re right, I don’t give a shit about myself and I love having you watching my back, now please, Gabriel.”
He was whining. He was whining and begging, and he’d never done that for anyone. He’d always been in charge, he’d always called the shots, but he knew that Gabriel could destroy him, if he so chose. And something about that made him melt.
“Good boy.” Gabriel grinned, the head of his cock already wet as it pressed against Sam’s tailbone. “You need me.”
“I want you.” Sam moaned, tired of the games. He put one hand on Gabriel’s shoulder, the other on his hip. “Please…”
“That’s all I had to hear.”
He pushed into Sam, as far as he could go, Sam letting out a guttural moan as he felt the angel’s weight inside him. Gabriel thrust into Sam, his hands fisting in the bed sheets, his eyes glinting with gold as he watched Sam gasp with pleasure.
“You saved me, Sam. You still don’t get it, do you? I owe you my life, and if paying you back means dragging this hot piece of ass out of the fire, then I’ve got no complaints. But…” He let out a moan, his eyes rolling in his head as he steeled himself against the rising swell of pleasure that threatened to end this moment. “But don’t you dare start taking advantage of this, Sam. You want me, you just tell me. I’m as sick of games as you are. Fuck, Sammy, you’re mine now, and I won’t let you get killed or hurt. No way. Mine to care for, you hear that?”
Sam moaned, and nodded, his hips thrusting to meet Gabriel’s.
“That’s right. Fucking mine.”
Gabriel thrust twice more, and moaned as he felt himself empty. With his last few seconds of strength, he lowered himself down to lick along Sam’s cock, just once was all Sam needed to go right over the edge with him, and there they lay, tired and heavy once more.
It was a simple enough arrangement. Outside, when they were on a hunt, Sam called the shots. Sam chose the weapons, Sam drove the car, Sam chose the music and Gabriel shut his cakehole. Inside, though, when they were off-duty, Gabriel was in charge, and Sam would take it, if he knew what was good for him.
It was good to get their boundaries set.