Dreaming of Reality Chapter 8
Title: Dreaming Of Reality
Author: Demira_Watson
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Sam/Gabriel, Adam/Michael, OFC/OFC, Eventual Dean/Castiel
Warnings: Spoilers up to S5022 (Season 5 episode 22), Slash, Femslash, other warnings as they appear.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's probably not mine. Supernatural is owned by the awesome Eric Kirpke!
Chapter Rating: NC-17 (Sex, Male/Male)
Word count: 4169
Summary: One stupid spell and my whole world gets turned upside down and screwed over. Life is weird that way…But apparently this is normal for the Winchesters.
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A/N: Ok here's the chapter where the 'M' rating actually applies! Go easy on me it's pretty much my first time writing hot smex...Aka it'll probably suck but I accept critique and pointers for future improvement so drop me a line! Anyways hot smex is pointed out by the XXX so if you want to avoid my god-awful attempt at porn there's your warning to skip to the XXX!
Dreaming of Reality | Chapter Eight |
· Demmy ·
The tip of the cigarette burned brightly in the darkness as I inhaled. The grey smoke wafted around me as the cool night air nipped at my skin.
I had found my family.
It was a strange experience. I was overwhelmed by the whole discovery. One moment I was an orphan who'd lost everything and been thrown into a world I barely understood and the next I had a home and a family and a place with a part to play.
I wanted to talk to Lucy and Drake, to tell them I was happy and excited about the future. I wanted to share this with them, the family I'd chosen…but my best friends weren't there. They could be dead. And I was outside Bobby's home on my third cigarette trying to come to terms with everything.
I already knew in my heart that I loved Adam, we both were new to this world and the same age so we'd bonded and shared and I already thought of him as a brother so it wasn't such a leap to accept him as my twin. Sam had spent so much time with me, he'd taught me so much and listened and understood many of my problems and dilemmas so again it wasn't such a hard leap to see him as an older brother.
But Dean…Dean I barely knew. Dean had hated me the moment I woke up because of a religion I chose. A path I'd taken in life. I'd saved his life though and now we shared the same blood perhaps we could build a relationship. Start over.
All I wanted was a family.
Eveael's arms wrapped around my waist her nose nuzzled my neck. I relaxed into her hold throwing the butt of my cigarette onto the ground and watching as it burned itself out.
"Are you alright?" She asked, her lips brushing against my pulse point. I thought about her question for a moment. I had a purpose, a family, a girlfriend who obviously adored and cared for me. I'd seen the look in Eve's eyes when we walked out of Cicero. The relief and the love were clear to see in those chocolate orbs.
"Yeah…I'm more then alright." I smiled.
· Adam ·
I bumped into Demmy and Eveael coming back inside as I headed for the kitchen. Eveael squeezed Demmy's hand before brushing past us both to the basement. I caught Demmy's eyes and was relived to see happiness there. I was worried when she ran off that she'd changed her mind about wanting to be a part of this family but my fears faded as she smiled warmly at me.
"Hey brother." Demmy said.
"Hey sister." I grinned. I pulled her into a crushing hug and buried my face in her loose wavy brown hair. Her hands clutched at the back of my dark green shirt. We clung to each other, just breathing in each others scents and enjoying the feeling of wholeness.
· Sam ·
It was several hours later and Gabriel had snapped up some funky '70's bean bags and a TV for the panic room seen as no one was in a rush to leave Dean's side. Watching Castiel sink hesitantly into a bright pink bean bag was a hilarious sight that I wished Dean had been awake too see.
Adam had picked the neon green bean bag to sink into and had pulled Demmy down with him. She now sat comfortably snuggled in between Adam's legs as they watched Spongebob Squarepants and Family Guy reruns.
It was a strange sight watching my younger half siblings living, breathing and laughing two feet away from me. I never dared imagine a day like this. Where we'd be a family doing a normal family activity. If I'd been asked a couple of years ago what I thought my future would be…this wouldn't have even crossed my mind.
When I first met Demmy I lied about not trusting her. I did trust her. I wouldn't have left her alone with Gabriel while I searched that house in Kansas if I didn't. Something about her dared you to trust her. Whether it was the witty remarks that rivalled Gabriel's or the warm tiny smiles she let slip some times or even the moments of understanding we'd had. It was easy to trust her. She was a good fit for the family, already able to keep us grounded and sharp. Being the bait at Dean's new home was a smart and sensible move and I'm glad she'd talked me out of it.
Adam was both new and old too me. I'd spent my time in hell getting to know my half brother on soul deep level. I was the big brother who shielded him from Lucifer, who kept him fighting. In hell he'd seemed so small and fragile but out of hell he had so much of Dean's personality. He trained hard and the sarcasm just flowed off of him. He never left anyone behind either and I couldn't help but see Dean in those actions.
It had pushed me to the edge sometimes. I wanted to break and call Dean, being reminded of him every day and knowing I couldn't just turn round and hear him just around the corner had hurt. But at the same time Dean got out. He had a life and I hadn't wanted to ruin that.
Stanford was paradise for me and I wanted Dean to experience something like that. To be away from the weight of this lifestyle for just a moment he deserved that much.
Earlier that night at the Bar…
The young waitress deposited another two beers in front of us as she sauntered down the bar. She'd given up trying to flirt with Dean after round three. Dean hadn't said a word since we'd returned from burning Lisa and Ben's remains. When I'd suggested the bar Dean had shrugged and followed me out sliding into the Impala, that Gabriel had retrieved, with ease.
"Dean talk to me, please." I begged again.
"Nothing to talk about." He replied gulping some of his beer while I just twirled mine around aimlessly.
"Yes there is. You lost Lisa and Ben today…I think that's worth a talk."
"Dangerously close to chick flick moment Sammy." Dean ignored me.
"Dammit Dean!" I yelled.
"What Sam? Huh? What? You want me to tell you that I miss them, that I hate myself for getting soft and not noticing that fucking demons had taken over the neighbourhood. Or do you want me to tell you that I didn't want to invade their life in the first place… that I wanted to die or to bring you back. What Sammy?" Dean snapped. I sighed.
"I want you to be honest with yourself. Stop bottling it up." I returned. Dean stopped glaring at me and returned his attention to his beer. For several minutes there was nothing but silence.
"Cas looks good." Dean broke the silence.
"He hasn't changed at all. He brought Eveael with him…Demmy seems to like her." I responded.
"A blind man could see that." Dean laughed briefly. "How's Adam?"
"He's good. I've been training them both and they're really adapting well. Adam's excellent at hand to hand combat. He's really settling in. Plus Michael seems to be interested in Adam…Quite a bit actually." I replied.
"Does every Winchester come with their own angel pal or something? I heard that Eve chick. You're screwing the trickster now?" Dean asked his eyebrow rose in a silent challenge.
"I'm not screwing him…It's just…We get on so well…And he keeps flirting with me…I don't know." I finished my rambling and sighed. Dean smirked.
"Well this time…No blood, no apocalypse and no betraying family. Got it?" Dean punctuated his new dating rules with every nod of his beer bottle. I laughed lightly.
"Got it."
"Hey Sam, what's up?" Demmy asked jerking me out of the memory.
"Just thinking." I smiled as I replied and Demmy seemed appeased as she turned back to watch the TV.
"What were you thinking about?" The whispered words brushed past my ear and I shivered.
"Things." I replied as Gabriel leaned over me like a stretching cat. I bit my lip to hold back the moan of appreciation as Gabriel massaged my shoulders. I felt his smirk on the back of my neck as I tilted my head to offer him better access. Gabriel played with my shoulders and lightly rubbed down my chest as I forgot where I was letting the archangel rub away all of my anxiety's. I could tell as his touch got more sensual and he started breathing deeply in my ear leaving soft kisses, licks and bites against the lobe, that he was heading somewhere with this and I wasn't as freaked out as I thought I'd be.
I wanted Gabriel and apparently he wanted me too. Considering my history; a dead girlfriend, a werewolf, a demon bitch and a handful of one night stands with a couple of experiences with men, I didn't think a male archangel and former trickster was too much of a stretch. So I lent back tilting my head more and letting out a quiet moan which I knew would have vibrated through me into Gabriel. The satisfying hitch in breath was a dead give away I was having an effect on the angel and I moved a hand to his thigh and slowly dragged it back towards his crotch. His hands stuttered in the middle of his massage as my fingers played with the button on his jeans, the bulge I'd found answering my own.
"Urgh…My head…" I snapped forward quickly, dislodging the archangel as I did.
"Dean!" I shouted moving to my older brother's side and ignoring Gabriel's muttering and fixing of his clothes.
"Not so loud Sammy." Dean mumbled squinting up at me.
"How do you feel?" I asked quietly.
"Worse then hell…Defiantly worse…" He replied aborting his attempt to sit up as his groaned loudly.
"You got hit with a super-duper-nasty curse, one that was strangling your life force." Demmy offered kneeling next to me as Adam hovered behind her.
"Thanks…" Dean mumbled.
"For what?" Demmy asked confused.
"You saved me didn't you…I felt it…" Dean replied.
"Yeah but I didn't realise you knew that…Your welcome." Demmy smiled. I noticed she seemed to be smiling more in the past couple of hours then she had all month plus the guarded edge that seemed to follow her around was almost gone. She looked more bubbly and relaxed.
"Couldn't have fixed me up completely huh?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow.
"I never actually healed anyone before…" Demmy muttered in reply.
"So you used me as a guinea pig?" Dean sounded tired and I was about to suggest he sleep when Castiel's shadow loomed over us.
"There will be time for explanations later Dean. You must rest and regain your strength. We can not heal you so you must recover on your own." Castiel stated.
"Great. So does that make you my nurse Cas? What will you do to me if I don't rest?" Dean smirked and I sighed. Castiel tilted his head in that 'I'm confused with humanity' way as Demmy and Adam rolled their eyes.
"Dude. Porn, reality." I glared playfully at him.
"Shut up Sammy."
XXX
It was three in the morning when Demmy relived me of my watch over Dean. We decided a rota seen as no one wanted to sleep whilst Dean was in such a fragile state, regardless of the unsleeping angel who hadn't left Dean's side. I stumbled into my bedroom for the night exhausted from the day's events.
Gabriel was perched cross legged on my bed and I groaned. I didn't want to deal with the archangel who apparently didn't have an off switch for his bondless energy.
"You look tense Sammy." He looked me up and down and after the earlier massage in the panic room I could guess that Gabriel wanted to finish what he started. But I was too tired and stressed out to even contemplate playing into Gabriel's games.
"It's Sam. And yes I'm tense. My brother is downstairs after having survived yet another near death experience. It's a wonder neither of us is prematurely grey." I muttered choosing to ignore the angel's presence and drop head first onto the uncomfortable single bed that was way too small for my height.
"Maybe I could help release some of that tension?" Gabriel's tone was suggestive and I sat up knowing I was going to have to pull out some non-existent strength to deal with him.
"How do you plan on doing that Gabriel? I just want you to go away so I can sleep." I rubbed my eyes in frustration. Before I knew it I had a lapful of archangel, one hand playing with my belt and the other wrapped in my hair.
"I'm sure I have a much better idea then leaving…One that you'll defiantly appreciate…" His eyes were luminous and filled with a mixture of lust and mischievousness.
"Gabriel please I'm tired and-." I didn't get to finish and all the fight vanished as Gabriel did something miraculous with his teeth and lips just below my ear lobe. My moan echoed loudly throughout the room as I relaxed into the playful archangel's hold.
"I knew you'd see it my way…" Gabriel muttered as his teeth grazed my jaw line making a path to my parted lips. He pulled my bottom lip in between his teeth and nibbled lightly keeping eye contact with me throughout. After he released my bruised lip he licked at the abused flesh like a cat. I broke eye contact as my eyes tried to see the inside of my skull.
The hand in my hair tugged slightly, just on the edge of painful, until my head tilted to the side and the archangel delved into the flesh revealed to him like a starving man, licking and biting at my collar bone. I gripped at Gabriel's sharp hips as he rolled his denim clad crotch into my mine in a sinfully slow movement dragging moan after moan from my throat.
Gabriel smirked into my shoulder and I was no longer content with the archangel taking the lead. If we were going to play then it was going to be with my rules. I growled as one of my hands roughly yanked his hair so that his head pulled back and I plundered his mouth. He returned the kiss with equal fever as his hands mapped every curve of my clothed torso as he rocked faster into my lap.
I was surprised when Gabriel rolled us so that I ended up on top of him snuggled in between the archangel's legs. I looked into Gabriel's lust blown eyes questioningly and my answer was the short man reaching up to capture my lips in a filthy open mouthed kiss. Our tongues warred for dominance and I growled as I shoved my tongue past Gabriel's playful one and licked every inch of my new found territory.
"Possessive, who knew? Well you know what they say about the quiet ones…" Gabriel trailed off suggestively.
I rocked our crotches together in retaliation for earlier and Gabriel's eyes rolled backwards, his mouth open in a silent 'oh'.
"Are you going to talk all the way through this?" I asked smirking.
"Depends…What are you going to do to shut me up?" Gabriel replied echoing my smirk. I dived forward and captured his bottom lip with my teeth and tugged before licking and giving quick sharp bites as I made my journey down to his covered chest. Giving the archangel a playful look I pulled his buttons open with my teeth one by one never losing eye contact with the panting trickster. I pushed his open shirt back and began tracing all the sharp angles and curves of Gabriel's pale chest with my tongue and teeth revelling in the little hitches in his breath when I reached a sensitive spot.
Once I'd found my way to his navel a circled the belly button and made quick work of his jean button and zipper as I sucked at the flesh above the waistband. Gabriel moaned openly as I pulled his jeans and boxers down past his knees releasing his swollen penis and he snapped the offending articles of clothing away. Another snap and I too was naked on top of the angel and cool air tickled my skin making me shiver. The blanket below added a new form of friction on my erect member and I moaned appreciatively.
"There are perks to being an all powerful archangel…" He muttered. I smirked as I nuzzled his thigh loving the hitch in breath and the following moan as I licked a single stripe along the pale skin.
"Sam…Please…" Gabriel pleaded brokenly and I didn't know what he was asking for but I licked at the red organ in front of me teasingly. I'd done this only a handful of times most during my stay at Stanford so I wasn't exactly new to the idea of giving a blow job. Gabriel arched of the bed a guttural moan escaping his throat and I preened with pride at being able to turn the famous trickster into this begging creature with only a few swipes of my tongue.
Glistening drops of pre cum were already leaking from the head and I lapped them up as Gabriel fisted the sheets and bucked upwards pushing the head of his cock briefly past my lips. Taking pity on him I quickly swallowed the archangel. The effect was immediate as he bucked into my mouth pushing his dick further down my throat nearly making me gag and moaning loudly. I pulled back quickly and sucked slightly my tongue swirling around the underside of his cock playing with the prominent veins. My eyes watched as Gabriel thrashed around the bed pleading and begging in languages half of which I didn't even know. It figures that the archangel was loud in bed I just hoped Adam was fast asleep and that Demmy couldn't hear us from the panic room. It would have been in slightly bad taste if after a couple hours of our family being reunited I'd managed to scar my two younger siblings.
I bobbed my head up and down taking more of the archangel every time and loving the way my name had become a chant for Gabriel. The only word he'd been reduced to using.
"Sam, please. More…More…Now Sam I can't…" Gabriel made a keening noise in frustration and I pulled of with a pop a trail of saliva following me up.
"Gabriel, I've never…" I didn't finish but I was sure even in Gabriel's current state he would have got the message.
"Just, same as a girl really. Come on Sammy, I need you…now." Gabriel panted spreading his legs and pulling me down for a chaste kiss as his hand gripped my ass tightly and helped move me to where we both wanted to be. "Come on…" He whispered against my lips and it sounded so close to a prayer.
"Won't I hurt you?" I asked my hair sticking to my forehead as I trailed a finger over Gabriel's features lovingly. He smiled genuinely at me and softly kissed my nose.
"Perks of being an archangel." He winked. I smiled down at him and with his incentive pushed through into his body slowly. The hand that wasn't helping to push me deeper into Gabriel's tight heat was clawing up and down my arm. It felt so good being inside Gabriel. I buried my face in his shoulder as I let his muscles adjust around me. He was so warm and tight and it took all of my strength just to wait for a moment and enjoy being wrapped in the archangel's intimate embrace.
"Move Sammy, please move." Gabriel begged into my ear and I kissed his pulse point and pulled out nearly all the way before pushing back in slowly. The friction was intense and I wanted to slam into him over and over again but the broken moan stopped me and I continued my torturous pace. Gabriel legs wrapped around my lower back, his ankles digging into my spine and trying to urge me deeper and faster but I wouldn't let him win that easily. If Gabriel wanted hard and filthy he'd have to beg for it.
I pulled out slower then before and Gabriel sobbed as he clutched at my shoulders.
"Sam please. Faster, I need you. Need to feel you. Please!" Gabriel finally begged and I smirked before pulling out quicker this time and slamming into the archangel with all my might and god that was good. Gabriel made a sound that was suspiciously close to a moan and a sob of relief and I moaned with him as a light sheen of sweat covered our bodies.
Transferring my weight to one hand my other hand lightly stroked down Gabriel's chest causing his back to arch upwards into my touch. Once my hand had reached its destination I wrapped my fingers around Gabriel's leaking cock and stroked it firmly in time with our movements loving the fact that the archangel nearly came undone with two forms of stimulation. I reached down and sucked at every inch of skin in reach trailing my tongue or teeth over the bruised flesh.
The rhythm was long lost by now as Gabriel rocked his hips towards mine and his calves pushed me forward as I pounded into him ignoring the protests of the bed. I could feel the coil in my gut nearing breaking point as I looked down on my archangel. His long hair was fanned out over the pillow and sticking to his neck and face. His eyes were screwed shut in ecstasy and his head was tilted back baring his throat to me and I dipped down to taste the salty sweat from his Adams apple. His moan vibrated through me and I could feel the end of our frantic fuck coming.
In a fit of animalistic need I bit down hard on his pulse point feeling the beat of his heart jump as he moaned deeply before screaming my name as he came over his stomach. My thrusts continuing as my hand stroked him through his aftershocks. His muscles clenched around me and I toppled over the edge riding out the last waves of my orgasm my moans muffled between my teeth and Gabriel's neck.
"Well Sammy I have to say, you were worth the wait." Gabriel huffed out after the last waves of our orgasm had passed and my full weight had collapsed onto the archangel. I chuckled into his shoulder before sliding out of the angel and pulling the trickster until we were both laid out on our sides in the single bed. I smiled down at Gabriel not sure what to say. Gabriel seemed to understand though and pushed himself forward to capture my lips in an affectionately chaste kiss.
"Gabriel I-." I started but the short angel interrupted me.
"Save it for now big boy. You don't want to make a lovely night awkward." He smiled playfully. "Sleep."
And before I could protest or say anything more, Gabriel knocked me out into a dreamless sleep, the feel and taste of the archangel still tingling at the edges of my senses.
XXX
· Demmy ·
I stared at the ceiling in awe. Bloody hell Gabriel was a screamer. I couldn't believe that I had just heard my older brother fucking an archangel. On the one hand I was proud of Sam on the other I was considering life long therapy.
"Lot's of therapy…" I muttered. Dean chuckled lightly beside me.
"In this life, insanity or death is your only retirement options." He offered. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"You got out just fine." I challenged. Dean scoffed.
"I'm stuck healing the good ol' fashioned way in Bobby's panic room, my supposed 'retirement' is probably still smouldering in the back garden of my old suburban home." He threw back and I winced.
"Touché." I mumbled. We sat in silence for some time as Dean glared at the ceiling. After a while I got bored of the awkward silence and broke it.
"Do you still hate me?" I asked. Dean looked at me confused and I elaborated. "I'm a witch remember?"
"I don't hate you and I don't completely trust you…You still have a lot to prove. But you saved me and your blood so you have two points in your favour." Dean rolled his eyes and reached for the glass of water beside him. I helped him take a couple of sips as I smiled.
"I can work with that." I chuckled a little and was rewarded with a small smile from Dean.