Fic: Straight Flush (NC-17)
Title: Straight Flush (or Losing is Winning When You Play with Gabriel)
Author: lilchibibunny
Rating: NC-17 (IT'S ALWAYS PORN, I SWEAR TO GOD)
Word Count: 6,885.
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Castiel/Sam/Gabriel.
Disclaimer: Characters to Kripke and the CW.
Spoilers: LOL HE'S GABRIEL.
Warnings: Gosh, um voyeurism, threesome, wing!kink. I LIKE DEM WINGS. Angelcest. Lots of cursing. Like, a lot. I'm not lying. idk it's porn, can't i curse dammit
Summary: Dean needs the Eye of Horus. Gabriel's willing to gamble for it.
Author's Note: Written for morganoconner as a bribe to keep her writing NaNo! It got way out of hand, I need to stop being so wordy. I wrote it originally thinking it would be just Dean/Gabriel (because I know she likes that pairing) but somehow Cas and Sam came and oops. And I haven't written these four together in a long time so please forgive me! A huge thank you to moorishflower for cleaning this up so I could post it. LOLOL IF SHE HADN'T I WOULDN'T BE POSTING IT.
You're such a fucking liar," Dean sneers, throwing down his cards. "A straight, suck it."
Gabriel just has this smile on his face like he won all the rubies in the world as he slowly but surely lays down his hand. "Full house, Dean-o. Give up the shirt."
Dean glares at Gabriel as he lets the button-up slip off his shoulders and drapes it across the back of the chair. "I think you're goddamn playing me."
Gabriel just hums contentedly and gathers the cards, shuffling them. The angel himself has lost only his jacket and both his shoes and socks. Dean, however, has lost both shoes and socks, his jacket, his button up, and his underwear. ("The fuck?" Dean had said, "Pants come off first," and Gabriel just smiled and said, "That's not how I'm playing, now lose the panties," and so now Dean's junk is all up against denim and it's not bad but Gabriel is fucking awful.) Of course, Dean should know better than to play a game of goddamn strip poker with the trickiest fuck this side of Heaven but, well, Gabriel just won't give him the stupid item he wants, he has to make Dean play for it. (They fought hard to get fucking close to the Eye of Horus, and now Gabriel's being a sneaky bitch about it and Dean isn't even sure if he fucking has it.)
"Aren't gonna quit on me, are you?" Gabriel murmurs as Dean listens to the soft thrum of shuffling cards.
"Probably should, with my luck you don't even have the fucking thing." He snorts, and tries to settle in a little but, oh yeah, that's a little hard when your underwear is under your feet.
"Thought you were a man who went commando, Dean."
He glares at Gabriel. "Mind reading's off limits with poker."
"Not my fault you're thinking too hard." But when Dean's stare doesn't relent Gabriel looks him in the eye and says, "I may be clever as a fox, Dean, but I don't cheat."
Of course Dean doesn't fully believe him, but he lets it go when Gabriel deals another hand. It took an hour and a half to not only get the right info from Gabriel but to also get him to admit that he had the goddamn Eye, and then another 45 minutes for Gabriel and Dean to settle on a game that was fair enough for Dean to believe he stood a good fucking chance at. And they've been playing for at least an hour fifteen - a good amount of that time spent talking or complaining or taunting.
Gabriel is already mixing up cards in his hand, and Dean looks to his own cards. Three Aces, an eight, and a Jack. He's already got three in the hole. And, well, if this were a different type of poker game, he could probably get a full house…and that's when the idea hits him. "Wait," he says, and pulls the desk in between them. Gabriel turns his attention away from the cards, and he gets his little angel headtilt on. (It's like Castiel's, only not as robotic. He usually smiles, too.) "Texas Hold 'Em showdown," Dean says.
Gabriel lifts an interested eyebrow. "You didn't want to play a few more games? Aww, Dean, you're ruining my fun." He puts on a pout, fanning his cards in and out in his hand. Such slender fingers, it doesn't even look like he's moving them.
"You bet the Eye," Dean says, and Gabriel's features automatically default to 'good-fucking-try-but-cold-day-in-Hell-Winchester'. Dean lets a cocky grin form on his lips before lifting his eyebrow this time. "I bet all my clothes."
Gabriel's eyes immediately light up. "Intriguing, Dean-o."
Dean shrugs and lets himself sprawl a little in the chair. He's always been good at improvising where sex appeal was concerned, and Dean knows he looks good. (Hell, he's been reminded all his life.) And Gabriel, well, Gabriel has been on Earth for how long? Always bragging about doing this queen or having a night in Vegas with this famous god and it's obvious he's banged more than a couple people in his time. He's not like Cas, he gets those references and he knows how to play people and, honestly, when Gabriel's on Earth, that's when he's in his element. And so Dean has no doubt his offer is more than a little intriguing to the archangel. "Tempting, huh?"
Gabriel lets a grin lazily work its way onto his lips as he taps his cards on his bottom lip, eyes working their way up and down Dean's body. "Mm. But the Eye is worth more than just your clothes." Shit. "Sweeten the pot, Dean, and maybe I'll bite."
This tricky fucker, and Dean tries not to let the curses he's muttering on the inside be seen on the outside. "I don't know," he says. "I'll take any dare you dish out."
Dean can practically see the plans in Gabriel's eyes, swirling amber and gold as his irises give way to just a little more black. "I'll choose when I win," he purrs, eyes dancing back and forth.
"You'll choose now," because honestly, Gabriel could be a little fucked in the head and Dean is willing to do a whole lot for this Eye because they are royally boned without it. (Something about how Sekhmet needs to turn back into Hathor, and Bast can do that with the Eye of her brother and Dean hates Egyptian mythology, it's so fucked.) But even though Dean's up for trying new things, really, he draws lines somewhere. Lines that Gabriel probably passes in his sleep by now.
Gabriel has got Dean by the balls and he knows it. "No."
Dean shrugs. "Fine. One thing. Whatever you ask, it's for a night and no more." Dean isn't going to be Gabriel's manslave for like ten goddamn years just to get the Eye. That's a huge hell no.
"A month."
"A week," Dean says, and instantly regrets it because Gabriel just smiles and leans forward, fanning out his cards.
"You're a hard one to deal with, but I guess that sounds fair."
It goes pretty quickly; the flop is dealt, and after a few cards are traded, the turn, and then the river. It feels a little anti-climatic, but really, all the shit that is supposed to make it heart-racing came before. Now it's just silence and holding of breaths and feeling the sweat trickle down the back of your neck.
Gabriel motions for Dean to go ahead and put his cards down.
Four aces, plus the king on the table trumping the Jack and the two in his hand. Dean wants to fucking pat himself on the back.
If it wasn't for Gabriel's fucking Cheshire cat smile. And Dean feels the grin drip off. The cards smack the table lightly as Gabriel fans them down.
A straight flush. A fucking Clubbed Rabbit. Holy fucking shit.
"Cheater," Dean hears himself say.
Gabriel pushes the cards aside. "I want the shirt first."
"You cheated," Dean says again.
Gabriel just laughs and stands up, the chair legs scritching over the carpet. "I appreciate you giving me that honor, but you should know better than to play games with the man who personally knows Lady Luck." His fingers dance over the smooth, scratched plastic surface of the motel table as he walks over to Dean, still sitting in his chair. Dean's been playing poker for fifteen years. He's never seen a straight flush. "Well," Gabriel says, "I might have even taught the good Lady some tricks."
Dean looks up at him and glares. "Get fucked."
"Mm, I might," and he grabs the back of Dean's chair when Dean tries to scoot out of the way. "Now, Dean, really? Even after you promised?" And really, it's all fun and games with Gabriel until he gets that little dangerous undertone. He doesn't really look all that threatening. He's got a funny little face, if you really look at it. But his eyes…his eyes dance and flash and tell Dean he's not getting out of this motel tonight with his clothes on. Hell, he's probably not making it out of this motel room tonight at all.
"I still need the Eye, Gabriel."
And the motherfucking archangel just leans over, fingers dancing over the collar of Dean's shirt, his mouth so hot against Dean's ear and purrs--honest to God, purrs, "Maybe I'll give it to you if you keep your promises. Even though I won and I get to reap my rewards, Dean."
Dean's dick is a fucking traitor. And the fact he has no underwear makes it even worse. "What do you want?" Dean asks. He needs a goddamn drink; his mouth is like the fuckin' Sahara.
"Well, y'know," Gabriel blows it off, laughing. He brushes his lips against Dean's cheek as he pulls his head back, and Dean catches a whiff of caramel and ozone and something darker, a musky scent beneath it all. "Just for a week. I promise I won't wear you out, Dean." He takes a finger and firmly traces Dean's jawline as if examining him, and his eyes are just so bright.
"You could ask me for anything else and all you want is sex?"
At that, Gabriel sincerely throws his head back and laughs. "Aww, I mean it's not every day that a chance like that falls into my lap, and I am more aware than my brother of what feels good." He walks behind Dean, hands firmly on his shoulders. "And I know a couple things you would love." Gabriel's hand slips under Dean's collar, fingers teasing over the hot skin underneath. "Besides, you feel nice," Gabriel says simply, nuzzling under Dean's jaw, "and you look like you haven't had a proper fuck in a while, Dean-o."
Which is true. Dean hasn't gotten laid in a while, mostly due to the constant travel and all these fucking creatures and supernatural shit that's come out of the woodwork lately. Not even enough time for a nice, long jerk-off session; either Sam's using all the hot water or Cas is all up in his face when all Dean wants is like a good half-hour to himself. Besides, he had lost the last condom that he had saved and he didn't want to add an STD bill on top of what was an ever-diminishing supply of money.
Dean's thoughts are promptly interrupted when he gets a lapful of pouting archangel. "Stop thinking so much, you're hurting my head."
"Oh, sorry about that," Dean drawls, and ends up sputtering the last bit of that short sentence when Gabriel up and yanks his t-shirt off. "For fuck's sake, Gabriel!"
"I don't see you taking off your shirt," Gabriel says, and he grabs Dean's jaw, forcing Dean to look at him. "Right now, you're going to do what I tell you." Gabriel still has a little bit of a friendly tease to his voice, but the majority of it vibrates through Dean, low and powerful and electric.
"In your dreams," Dean snorts.
And there's that laugh again, but this time it's low and challenging and it makes Dean shiver. "Don't be a sore loser, Dean," Gabriel says and rolls his hips ever so slightly, twining his arms loosely around Dean's shoulders. The denim is rough against Dean's skin and it makes him groan, head tilting upward. Of course, Gabriel thinks this is the perfect opening to hickey the fuck out of Dean's neck, and it's not Dean's fault that his hands clutch onto Gabriel's hips. "Dean, Dean, Dean," Gabriel clucks, laughter under every word. "Think I could make you come in your pants?"
"Don't you dare," Dean growls, and he can feel Gabriel's smile against his skin. "I'm not even wearing my underwear, goddammit."
And again, Dean is painfully aware of that fact when his pants are suddenly open and he feels nimble fingers wrap around his dick and squeeze and fuckyougabrielbutkeepgoingohmygod. "I have the best ideas," Gabriel murmurs.
Dean gasps out a few laughs because Gabriel apparently is doing his best to make sure Dean doesn't talk. "Gonna grab my dick and we ain't even kissed yet," he manages to say, not able to stop his smile. "Way to make a guy feel like a slut, Gabriel."
Another Cheshire grin. "Aww, isn't that sweet?" He places a thumb on Dean's chin and firmly pushes down so their eyes meet, and Gabriel leans in and it's…surprisingly tame.
Well, not tame, but with Gabriel being a giant dickface and Dean's reputation for being a huge asshole, Dean expected more teeth knocking together and nails scratching down his chest and shit. It's not like that at all; Gabriel takes his time, slow, open kisses as one thumb keeps running over Dean's collarbone. The other hand is still on Dean's cock, not having moved away, but keeping up a slow, torturous pace. His tongue gently slips into Dean's mouth, running over his lip and curling past his teeth, curious without being impatient. When Gabriel's thumb brushes over Dean's nipple, he moans into Gabriel's mouth, having to pull back, panting.
And of course Gabriel leans forward, finding Dean's mouth so easily, and everything is so warm and wet and fucking amazing and of course Gabriel has to pull back to say, "Not even ten minutes into the start of day one and you're already buckling."
Dean wants to be a little more forceful, a little more sarcastic, but he's really hard and right now he just needs more and just says, "Get on the goddamn bed."
Which really turns into Gabriel getting off his lap and grabbing Dean's pants and ripping them when he pulls Dean up out of the chair, laughing as Dean curses him forever because, dammit, this is one of his best pairs of jeans, Gabriel, don't care how much you fucking want this, you can at least take my pants off first.
Dean had always imagined if he was going to bone an angel-angel (Anna was still human so it wasn't like anything weird), it was probably going to be Cas. Not a small little douchebag who, once-upon-a-goddamn-time, killed him forever in a time loop.
"You're gonna hurt my feelings if you keep bringing that up," Gabriel says, to which Dean immediately counters in what he wishes was a more sarcastic tone, "Yeah, well, hard thing to forget."
"Good thing I'm here to help you with new memories," and he just tosses him on the bed like he was nothing. Dean attempts to scramble off his back but Gabriel is there, taking off his poor injured pants and slinking up his body. He slides their hips together, and suddenly they've got a delicious rocking rhythm going, and Dean just twines his fingers in Gabriel's hair and pulls back. And Gabriel lets him, but digs his fingers deep into Dean's hips, making sure to say, "Now, now, don't get all rough on me just because I'm giving you leeway."
When Gabriel takes hold of him again and starts leisurely sucking a hickey right under Dean's jaw, Dean just groans. "Oh god, just let me come already."
"Tell me what you want, Dean," Gabriel just purrs and it's getting fucking annoying.
"I just--"
"No, I mean, what do you want?" And finally, Dean gets it. Gabriel's not just asking about now, he's asking about what Dean wants and oh holy mother of God, just all the things they could do and what Gabriel's capable of and they are both kind of perverted so that's no problem--
"If you don't want me to read your mind, stop thinking and start talking," Gabriel rumbles happily.
"If you want me to have coherent thoughts, maybe you should let off of my dick." The biting comment is kind of softened by the fact that Dean is gasping half the words.
He feels Gabriel shrug. "Some things we just have to deal with, Dean," and it's really not fair that--oh god, his thumb runs up the underside and swipes and Dean's hips keep moving and moving and then oh my god please please please just a little bit faster--
And then Gabriel is a huge fucker because he immediately stops and sits up and says, "Not before you tell me what you want," and Dean is considering choking him.
"I want some kind of fucking to go on and for it to be kind of quick and then maybe I'll be coherent enough to discuss whatever kinky shit you are trying to pull," Dean groans and of course that's when Gabriel decides to become the Thing and get all stony and unable to budge. He sits on Dean's hips, pushing them into the bed so they don't move. Of course Gabriel is fucking cock-blocking him now.
"Tell me while Sam and Cas are still talking outside and then maybe I'll take you into the bathroom so your brother and my brother don't have to see your raging boner." He's smiling. Dean is not.
"Exc-excuse me?"
Gabriel grins and leans in close. "They are outside, considering all the options, talking about some books. In a few minutes they'll come in. And I don't mind keeping you here all debauched-looking and inviting them to join in our little party, but I don't know your feelings." He lets a few small laughs escape and then settles his hands on Dean's chest. Dude isn't half-bird, he's half-cat. "So you should probably tell me a few things you want to try before they come back."
Dean's mind races. So maybe, maybe he kind of wants to get caught by them because that might be kind of hot--stop it, Dean, you are ridiculous. Even if he wanted Sam and Cas to join (because he is supremely fucked in the head forever), there is no way he is attractive right now. Gabriel is sitting on his hips so he can't escape and he's obviously got a ridiculously obvious boner just sitting there between them and there is way too much going on with that whole situat--
"Tick tock," Gabriel reminds him.
Dean narrows his eyes and lists some. "Tying you up. Blindfolds. Begging. Talking. Watching. Maybe something in public. Wings," he says with a sneer, "get you to stretch those bitches."
Gabriel's face lights up. "What a good start! I'm proud of you, Dean!" He presses more kisses to Dean's lips when he starts to protest again. "Yes, I know, I know."
"You promised," Dean says, and bites his lip when Gabriel takes a firm grip again. This time the strokes are quick and hard and purposeful. "Yes, yes, fuck yes, faster," Dean moans, and Gabriel just lets out a low chuckle, moving off of Dean and to the side so Dean's hips are free to do what they need. And he's been waiting so long for this, and now he's imagining some of the things he mentioned and yes yes yes--
And the doorknob starts to wiggle and Dean can hear the keys before Gabriel whispers in his ear, "I never said promise, Dean, I said maybe," and two things happen simultaneously. Sam and Cas come in the door and Dean makes some kind of strangled cry in his throat and comes, putting his head as far back into the pillow as it will go.
"Such a good boy," Gabriel says, still working Dean through his orgasm and giving him a peck on the forehead. (Dean wants to punch something but he's too happy to care right now because that felt amazing.)
"Wha--um--thi--how--I," is all about Sam manages to make out.
"Castiel! Oh, Cas, come here," Gabriel says like he didn't just jerk Dean off in front of everybody and their mom, "I think I want your help." He casually wipes off his hand and throws the covers on Dean, stretching his arms out for Cas to join.
"Gabriel." And even Dean can hear the silent, 'what-the-hell-are-you-doing' underneath. "I am confused as to what is going on."
"Ditto," Sam says, and Gabriel coos, "You look so adorable when you blush, Sam," and it prompts Sam to occupy himself by placing his knapsack somewhere with the chosen library books inside.
"What happened and why are you here, brother?" Dean bites his lip. Goddamn it. Goddamn him for thinking Cas' voice is sexy. Goddamn his dick for responding. Goddamn Gabriel and goddamn poker and goddammit.
"Dean found out that I had what you needed," Gabriel cheerfully chirps, "and so he challenged me to a poker game and he put everything on the table so now he gets to be my sex slave for a week."
Whereas Castiel frowns and just tilts his head slightly in what could be either a slightly confused or even disappointed manner, Sam sputters and drops a couple library books he was putting on the table.
"What." Sam looks over to Dean, who is gaining some semblance of a vocabulary again. "Are you fucking with me? Sex slave? Poker game?"
"I was close to winning," Dean says.
"He was losing utterly," Gabriel offers happily.
Sam exhales forcefully, shaking his head. "Whatever. Please, please just put some pants on."
It's Gabriel who answers. "No, he won't."
And even though Sam gives the confused look, it's Castiel who responds, "I believe pants would be an acceptable idea."
Sam sees the look that Gabriel is giving Castiel and already he knows they are in so much trouble right now. "I was hoping you'd join," and Gabriel is obviously hamming it up, giving as best a pout as he can managed. At the same time, though…at the same time he's moving slowly, calculated movements that are smooth and even and seduc--no, no, Sam was not thinking of the word seductive. Nope. Not even.
"I do not believe that would be wise." Sam mentally congratulates Castiel. At least there could be two of them sitting in the car tonight while Dean and Gabriel get their weird freak on, and it's cold outside so, really, he could use the body heat as well.
Well, at least that's Sam's thought process until Gabriel's hands meet Castiel's trenchcoat and gently push it down his shoulders. And nah, that shouldn't seem like a big deal really, but Cas just gets this weird look on his face. A mixture of different emotions that Sam can't really pin down. "Gabriel--"
"Take these silly things off," Gabriel interrupts him, hastily pulling down the suit jacket as well.
There's something heavy in the air that both Winchesters notice. It's making Cas incredibly uncomfortable, and he's shuffling in place. Gabriel, however, is letting a hand reach up to Castiel's tie and gently pulling the angel to him, giving him very small, gentle kisses. Settling him down, Sam notices, as he undoes the tie, purposefully throwing it back on the bed. "Gabriel," Castiel tries to say again, and okay, Dean feels like this might actually be torture. Y'know, like how eating all of your Halloween candy at once sounds like a good idea but actually isn't? Yes. That. Right now. Only instead of Halloween candy it's boners.
And then Dean and Sam's thought processes are cut short, because when Gabriel gets Castiel's shirt undone and finally touches skin, he grabs Cas by the shoulders and literally bites right at the nape of his neck. Cas shouts and suddenly there are two huge wings in the room. One almost knocks Sam in the face, the other takes out a lamp sitting on the bedside table on the opposite side of the room.
Gabriel hums and peppers little kisses up and down Castiel's neck, murmuring how beautiful his brother's wings are while Castiel just pants and looks like he's trying to be angry but not exactly getting there. "That is not fair," Castiel intones, and the rest of the sentence ends up becoming a pleased hum when Gabriel reaches over his shoulders to gently run his fingers over the base of his wings.
Sam tries to assess the scene. He's got his brother on the bed, who is obviously trying not to pop another hard-on while watching Gabriel, who has stripped Cas of his trench and suit jacket and undid his dress shirt, which is now ruined thanks to the sudden appearance of wings.
"What--" Dean starts to say, because that did not just happen. Also how the fuck do wings become a kink?
Gabriel just beams. "Getting rid of some of your list. We've got Castiel's wings and Sam is watching and," he says, grinning, "I guess we can share the begging."
What.
And Sam is expecting Dean to at least have a little common sense or decency or something and tell Gabriel that he is crazy and insane and all, but Dean just sits up and Sam wants to yell at him, your dick is hanging out under there, by the fucking way, so stop moving the covers, but he refrains. And Dean, well, Dean just has this look on his face and he just says, "C'mere, Cas."
Whoa. Whoa. Because Dean's pupils are blown and maybe it's just coming down from the orgasm and stuff but he's pretty intense. Like he wants to do this now. Like he needs them right this second. And when Sam looks back to Cas (because Gabriel is doing nothing but grinning), Castiel is bringing his wings slowly back close to his body and just looking back and forth between Dean and Gabriel. Sam wants to laugh awkwardly and tell them all how ridiculous everything is and then everything would go back to normal.
But he doesn't. Instead he watches as Gabriel wordlessly moves out of the way and seems to gently push Castiel forward, leading him on the bed to Dean. And Sam lets his eyes rest on Gabriel for a few moments, watches him. So eager and hungry for this to happen and he soaks it all in, usual cheeky grin just a shadow on his face now.
And then--oh. Castiel is pushing Dean into the headboard, straddling his hips. Gabriel's kisses were slow and calculated and teasing, but Cas goes all in. Their kisses are slippery and wet and Dean's pretty sure that Cas is the one moaning but he's not entirely sure. He works his hands into Castiel's messy hair, battling Cas for dominance of their kiss. (They both are tied, really.) They're sloppy and uncoordinated and the fact that they are both so hot for it they just can't help themselves turns Sam on. Jesus Christ, he's blaming Gabriel. And he wants to say it to him, except now Gabriel's moving and Sam can do nothing but sit and watch and palm himself through his jeans.
Castiel's startled when Gabriel's arms wrap around his waist, undoing his slacks. "You don't need these, do you, Castiel?" Gabriel's voice is smooth and silky and full of good intentions promising horrible things that you know you shouldn't want but you take them anyway.
Dean answers for him, "Hell no he doesn't." And so they help Castiel out of him, and Sam has to smile at the fact that Cas is being purposefully lazy so he can lean and lay across Gabriel and Dean. It ends up so Dean still has his back to the headboard, but now Gabriel and Castiel are facing each other, gentle kisses up and down each other's faces.
And then Dean growls and grabs Castiel's wings, biting down near where skin meets feather, and that's when Sam has to fight the zipper to get into his pants because Jesus fucking Christ.
Castiel lets out a string of Enochian that makes Gabriel smile and laugh; the angel lets his back arch, and Dean says, "I'm going to fuck you, Cas. I'm going to bite your wings and pull them back and fuck you until you scream." Castiel just nods, which doesn't seem satisfactory to Dean. He plays with the feathers, only getting breathless little gasps which are still awesome but not what Dean was looking for.
Gabriel gently takes hold of Castiel's jaw. "Tell him, Castiel. Tell him how much you want it." Sam groans, biting his lip hard because he doesn't want to interrupt.
"Please, Dean," Cas says, and oh, he's so pretty when he begs, "I want this," and it's not when Gabriel reaches down and teases him with a few strokes that he growls and says, "I need this--" and then shouts again when Dean lets his fingers tease along the underside of the feathers, feeling the down hidden under all the larger tiers. Castiel stops using words and instead makes his little moans that end in a gasp, grabbing Gabriel's shoulders. He starts pleading with Gabriel, "Please, Gabriel, please--"
Gabriel doesn't need anything else, he just laughs as he brings his mouth to Castiel's, slipping Dean a small tube of lube that he got from who-knows-where but Dean certainly doesn't fucking care because it's here and he needs it right now.
Sam is trying to go slow on himself, using deliberate, sure movements as he strokes his cock. Every so often, he'll see a flash of Castiel's tongue licking its way into Gabriel's mouth and Sam will twist his hand or let his thumb run right under the head and hold back a moan. He's teasing himself, unconsciously syncing up to Castiel's movements. And oh, his face when Dean sits up and murmurs something against Castiel's back and suddenly the angel jerks and moans like a fucking porn star. (All of the other three shiver because it's goddamn hot.) "Yes, yes, yes," Castiel says as he holds onto Gabriel for support.
Dean's voice is ruined and both Sam and Gabriel have a small moment of pause when he says, "Cas, Cas, hold on," and then another finger and Castiel's hips are pushing up ever so slightly and Gabriel's thinking that he is a genius of epic proportions.
When Dean finds Castiel's prostate, Gabriel swallows his shouts with deep, urgent kisses. Sam groans. He's not going to last here. He's going to shoot his brain out of his dick and then he's going to die and they are going to have to bring him back to life. Because it's really just too much; Castiel's not talking a lot anymore but he's begging with his body, hands scrambling to not only hold onto something but to also touch Gabriel, find the spots that will make him moan and rock against Cas. It's hard to see him under all the feathers, but Dean is shaking he wants it so bad. It's like when he finds something he wants to do he can't stay long because there are also a million other things he wants, one hand moving up and down the feathers, experimenting with what gets Cas all hot and bothered and the other one slowly opening him up below. And Gabriel is so sure and trying to stay collected, but Sam can see he's slowly losing his composure but fighting to stay in control and…holy fuck, even if Sam wanted to join he couldn't because he likes watching it way too much.
And then Castiel pulls Dean's hand away and finally takes matters into his own hands. "Taking too long," and Castiel sounds like he's run a marathon, wings shifting and moving slightly under Dean's hand, "I'm not going to break." He pushes Dean back hard enough so that his body thunks against the headboard and Gabriel watches with bright, unreadable eyes as Castiel lowers himself onto Dean. Gabriel has to reach over and steady him because Cas wants it so bad and his wings are trembling; Gabriel takes hold of his shoulders and starts whispering Enochian in his ear, nuzzling the side of Cas' jaw as the angel whimpers and slowly sinks his way down on Dean's cock.
The world stops for two seconds as Castiel sits and breathes. Dean gently puts his hands on Cas' hips, hands shaking just a little. He wants to move but at the same time, Cas needs this, needs to wait. So he has to talk and says, "Sammy."
Oh God. "Dean?" Sam's voice is so low and husky and yes.
"Sammy, he…" Dean suddenly lets out a small moan. "He's so tight, Sam."
Sam wants to touch himself but he's afraid he's going to come and then miss something awesome. "Do what you said you were gonna do, Dean. Fuck him." And Dean lets out some kind of sound like he's dying, which apparently prompts Sam to say more, "Take his wings and grab 'em and pull 'em when you do him. Make him feel it, Dean."
Sam looks over and suddenly Gabriel's finishing tying Castiel's wrists together and Sam absolutely has to squeeze himself to not come then and there. It's a loose tie, designed to just make sure Castiel doesn't touch anywhere, and Gabriel slips under the loop Castiel's arms make for Cas' support, letting Cas' forearms rest on his shoulders. "Let me help you, Cas," and Gabriel's voice promises more and more and more and Sam kind of loves it.
He helps Cas move his legs, move his body so he goes up and then down and Dean actually growls but stays in place. A few more times, and Castiel's holding onto Gabriel for leverage, pistoning up and down and making these sounds that should be criminal in at least twenty states. Dean did have his hands on Castiel's hips at first, and then hoists himself up, grabbing the wings and pulling them back, mouth nipping and sucking at the skin around the base of the wings. Castiel is calling Dean's name, calling Sam's name, calling Gabriel's name, hands scrambling in the knotted tie around his wrists. And Gabriel is saying things like, "Yes, faster," as he gently strokes Cas, basically killing Sam when he says, "Dean, I don't want to see him able to flex his wings without moaning for a week," and Sam doesn't know why he thinks that's hot but yes. His hand is a blur, moving so quick, watching them all work together in one confusing kind of mass.
Dean chuckles and wraps his arm around Castiel's hips, holding him down while he fucks into him. The other arm wraps around a wing and holds it in place when Dean bites into it, letting out a load moan. And Castiel is practically screaming as he comes, Gabriel working him through it, open, gentle kisses on his neck to contrast the rough snap of Dean's hips and Dean's teeth on his back as Dean follows Castiel through it, unable to hold on any longer. Everything is too much for Sam, who finally comes, spilling over his hand and feeling all the tension being sucked out of his body. Fuckin' amazing.
Castiel leans heavily on Gabriel, panting into Gabriel's shoulder. The archangel gives a small huff of laughter and pulls Castiel forward, maneuvering him onto the bed beside Dean. Sam lies back in his chair, not moving for a few seconds because dammit, that was pretty awesome but yeah, definitely going to join next time.
It's Dean who speaks up. "The fuck are you doing, Gabriel." Oh man.
"I'm surprised you still have a thought process, kiddo," Gabriel admits, grinning when Dean can only scrunch up his nose at the nickname.
"You still have all your clothes on." Dean let his eyes lazily roam over Gabriel and he even manages to sound disappointed when he mentions, "Didn't even shoot in your pants or anything."
Gabriel does laugh, and murmurs, "Too busy with other things, I'm afraid," and he motions to both Dean and the practically passed out Castiel on his side.
Dean sits up, wincing a little, motioning for Gabriel to come to him. "C'mere." When Gabriel raises an eyebrow, Dean says, "Look. Just had a fucking awesome orgasm, can't really manage to like grab you and try to force you down so get the fuck over here." And who could resist an offer like that?
Gabriel still climbs over, and Dean shuffles, pushing Gabriel to get in his spot. "Dean, are you making me sleep in the wet spot?" the archangel jokes, and Dean just snorts and says, "You're such a bitch."
With all the roughness basically fucked out of him, Dean's hands are gentle and firm, lifting up Gabriel's shirt to let his lips just roam over Gabriel's chest. Not kissing, just simple touches. His hands find Gabriel's belt, undo it slowly but surely, and Gabriel's hips buck up a little at the touch. He lets out a small, encouraging noise and Dean chuckles against his stomach. "You don't…mm, you don't have to," Gabriel says. "Could have just dealt with it myself."
Dean considers that. After all, Gabriel really did bring this on himself. Waited until Cas and Sam came in and then let Cas get his wings out and didn't even make a move on Sam and just basically led the parade instead of participating. "I came twice," Dean says bluntly as he curls his fingers underneath the waistband of Gabriel's underwear and tugs, "so I'm feeling nice."
Gabriel is going to say something else, but then Dean licks a stripe up his cock and he just hums and nods, letting his head rest against the pillow.
Dean is pretty damn good with his mouth. He knows this for a fact after several woman and a few guys have let him know what works and what doesn't and what's fan-fucking-tastic. He goes with what feels good and sometimes he adds in a move or two that usually always works. This…this is actually pretty nice because Dean is able to take his time. There's no rush, Dean is able to just move at his own pace, going almost torturously slow as he takes Gabriel in his mouth, sucking gently at the head, trying not to grin too much when Gabriel lets a small moan escape.
Gabriel knows that he's already hyped up on a lot of things that happened tonight. Wings. Seeing Castiel all sexed out and shouting. Dean's face when he comes. Sam actually restraining himself and keeping in check. Like his own little real-life porno starring the Winchesters with special guest star Castiel. So he's not really going to last long because it just happened and it's right there in his mind.
And Castiel just has to lean over and press his lips to Gabriel's ear and say, "His mouth looks very nice around you, Gabriel."
Oh fuck.
"You've imagined him doing this, have you not? Lips straining to please you?" Castiel isn't doing anything else except talking, and where the hell did Cas learn these tricks?
"You've always been a quick learner," Gabriel manages to chuckle, but the gasping parts get in the way of maximum sarcasm.
"I've thought of it too," Castiel says. "Making him get on his knees, take me in as far as he could go because I knew he could. Making him swallow everything I had to give him." Gabriel's eyes roll back as he closes them, trying not to move his hips like he wants to. Dean hums, and Gabriel hisses in breath. "Making him say thank you because I know he wanted it and I'm letting him have it."
And there's a hand threading through his hair. Gabriel doesn't have to open his eyes to know it's Sam's. And it hits him they are all watching him and ohmannotmuchlonger--
"He looks so wonderful like this, Gabriel. Lips stretched out around you, taking you in, looking up to make sure you're enjoying it." He can feel Castiel smile. "He wants to see you come, Gabriel. Won't you do that for him?"
Gabriel lets out a choked moan, and at the same time Dean hollows his cheeks and sucks hard, Sam tugs back on his hair and Castiel bites his ear and tells him to come for Dean and it's over. Gabriel is shaking and moaning and saying yes yes yes. He doesn't open his eyes, instead feeling himself breathe. They stay like that for a few moments, Sam's hand gently carding through his hair with Castiel gently humming into his ear and Dean's mouth hot on his skin.
Finally, after it's all done, Sam's hand leaves his hair and Castiel is suddenly gone from beside them, Dean sliding up to take Cas' spot. Other two must have gone to sleep in the other bed. Gabriel probably could have snapped them one bed so they could rest together. Maybe. Y'know, not right this second but--
"A week of this." It's not a question, just a statement. Dean's voice is raw and hoarse and Gabriel wishes he could sound like that forever.
"Mmhmn." Gabriel gently snaps his fingers because yeah, he's not being a giant wet spot the whole night, and he's not cuddling with Dean if Dean's all messy either. He hears a little surprised sound from beside him as they are both wiped clean, but Dean doesn't say anything else. "Think you can handle it, Dean-o?"
"Give us the Eye," Dean says--oh man, yeah, that old thing, Gabriel had pretty much forgotten about that, oops, "and I'll convince Cas and Sam to help me settle the debt."
"Like the way you think," Gabriel says. "Deal." It isn't long before Dean's asleep beside him, both of them gently curled next to one another, Dean's breath ruffling Gabriel's hair occasionally.
So maybe Gabriel can keep finding old artifacts they need. After this week is over, there are going to have a new case and they might need something special. And, really, that seems to work for everybody, right?
Author: lilchibibunny
Rating: NC-17 (IT'S ALWAYS PORN, I SWEAR TO GOD)
Word Count: 6,885.
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Castiel/Sam/Gabriel.
Disclaimer: Characters to Kripke and the CW.
Spoilers: LOL HE'S GABRIEL.
Warnings: Gosh, um voyeurism, threesome, wing!kink. I LIKE DEM WINGS. Angelcest. Lots of cursing. Like, a lot. I'm not lying. idk it's porn, can't i curse dammit
Summary: Dean needs the Eye of Horus. Gabriel's willing to gamble for it.
Author's Note: Written for morganoconner as a bribe to keep her writing NaNo! It got way out of hand, I need to stop being so wordy. I wrote it originally thinking it would be just Dean/Gabriel (because I know she likes that pairing) but somehow Cas and Sam came and oops. And I haven't written these four together in a long time so please forgive me! A huge thank you to moorishflower for cleaning this up so I could post it. LOLOL IF SHE HADN'T I WOULDN'T BE POSTING IT.
You're such a fucking liar," Dean sneers, throwing down his cards. "A straight, suck it."
Gabriel just has this smile on his face like he won all the rubies in the world as he slowly but surely lays down his hand. "Full house, Dean-o. Give up the shirt."
Dean glares at Gabriel as he lets the button-up slip off his shoulders and drapes it across the back of the chair. "I think you're goddamn playing me."
Gabriel just hums contentedly and gathers the cards, shuffling them. The angel himself has lost only his jacket and both his shoes and socks. Dean, however, has lost both shoes and socks, his jacket, his button up, and his underwear. ("The fuck?" Dean had said, "Pants come off first," and Gabriel just smiled and said, "That's not how I'm playing, now lose the panties," and so now Dean's junk is all up against denim and it's not bad but Gabriel is fucking awful.) Of course, Dean should know better than to play a game of goddamn strip poker with the trickiest fuck this side of Heaven but, well, Gabriel just won't give him the stupid item he wants, he has to make Dean play for it. (They fought hard to get fucking close to the Eye of Horus, and now Gabriel's being a sneaky bitch about it and Dean isn't even sure if he fucking has it.)
"Aren't gonna quit on me, are you?" Gabriel murmurs as Dean listens to the soft thrum of shuffling cards.
"Probably should, with my luck you don't even have the fucking thing." He snorts, and tries to settle in a little but, oh yeah, that's a little hard when your underwear is under your feet.
"Thought you were a man who went commando, Dean."
He glares at Gabriel. "Mind reading's off limits with poker."
"Not my fault you're thinking too hard." But when Dean's stare doesn't relent Gabriel looks him in the eye and says, "I may be clever as a fox, Dean, but I don't cheat."
Of course Dean doesn't fully believe him, but he lets it go when Gabriel deals another hand. It took an hour and a half to not only get the right info from Gabriel but to also get him to admit that he had the goddamn Eye, and then another 45 minutes for Gabriel and Dean to settle on a game that was fair enough for Dean to believe he stood a good fucking chance at. And they've been playing for at least an hour fifteen - a good amount of that time spent talking or complaining or taunting.
Gabriel is already mixing up cards in his hand, and Dean looks to his own cards. Three Aces, an eight, and a Jack. He's already got three in the hole. And, well, if this were a different type of poker game, he could probably get a full house…and that's when the idea hits him. "Wait," he says, and pulls the desk in between them. Gabriel turns his attention away from the cards, and he gets his little angel headtilt on. (It's like Castiel's, only not as robotic. He usually smiles, too.) "Texas Hold 'Em showdown," Dean says.
Gabriel lifts an interested eyebrow. "You didn't want to play a few more games? Aww, Dean, you're ruining my fun." He puts on a pout, fanning his cards in and out in his hand. Such slender fingers, it doesn't even look like he's moving them.
"You bet the Eye," Dean says, and Gabriel's features automatically default to 'good-fucking-try-but-cold-day-in-Hell-Winchester'. Dean lets a cocky grin form on his lips before lifting his eyebrow this time. "I bet all my clothes."
Gabriel's eyes immediately light up. "Intriguing, Dean-o."
Dean shrugs and lets himself sprawl a little in the chair. He's always been good at improvising where sex appeal was concerned, and Dean knows he looks good. (Hell, he's been reminded all his life.) And Gabriel, well, Gabriel has been on Earth for how long? Always bragging about doing this queen or having a night in Vegas with this famous god and it's obvious he's banged more than a couple people in his time. He's not like Cas, he gets those references and he knows how to play people and, honestly, when Gabriel's on Earth, that's when he's in his element. And so Dean has no doubt his offer is more than a little intriguing to the archangel. "Tempting, huh?"
Gabriel lets a grin lazily work its way onto his lips as he taps his cards on his bottom lip, eyes working their way up and down Dean's body. "Mm. But the Eye is worth more than just your clothes." Shit. "Sweeten the pot, Dean, and maybe I'll bite."
This tricky fucker, and Dean tries not to let the curses he's muttering on the inside be seen on the outside. "I don't know," he says. "I'll take any dare you dish out."
Dean can practically see the plans in Gabriel's eyes, swirling amber and gold as his irises give way to just a little more black. "I'll choose when I win," he purrs, eyes dancing back and forth.
"You'll choose now," because honestly, Gabriel could be a little fucked in the head and Dean is willing to do a whole lot for this Eye because they are royally boned without it. (Something about how Sekhmet needs to turn back into Hathor, and Bast can do that with the Eye of her brother and Dean hates Egyptian mythology, it's so fucked.) But even though Dean's up for trying new things, really, he draws lines somewhere. Lines that Gabriel probably passes in his sleep by now.
Gabriel has got Dean by the balls and he knows it. "No."
Dean shrugs. "Fine. One thing. Whatever you ask, it's for a night and no more." Dean isn't going to be Gabriel's manslave for like ten goddamn years just to get the Eye. That's a huge hell no.
"A month."
"A week," Dean says, and instantly regrets it because Gabriel just smiles and leans forward, fanning out his cards.
"You're a hard one to deal with, but I guess that sounds fair."
It goes pretty quickly; the flop is dealt, and after a few cards are traded, the turn, and then the river. It feels a little anti-climatic, but really, all the shit that is supposed to make it heart-racing came before. Now it's just silence and holding of breaths and feeling the sweat trickle down the back of your neck.
Gabriel motions for Dean to go ahead and put his cards down.
Four aces, plus the king on the table trumping the Jack and the two in his hand. Dean wants to fucking pat himself on the back.
If it wasn't for Gabriel's fucking Cheshire cat smile. And Dean feels the grin drip off. The cards smack the table lightly as Gabriel fans them down.
A straight flush. A fucking Clubbed Rabbit. Holy fucking shit.
"Cheater," Dean hears himself say.
Gabriel pushes the cards aside. "I want the shirt first."
"You cheated," Dean says again.
Gabriel just laughs and stands up, the chair legs scritching over the carpet. "I appreciate you giving me that honor, but you should know better than to play games with the man who personally knows Lady Luck." His fingers dance over the smooth, scratched plastic surface of the motel table as he walks over to Dean, still sitting in his chair. Dean's been playing poker for fifteen years. He's never seen a straight flush. "Well," Gabriel says, "I might have even taught the good Lady some tricks."
Dean looks up at him and glares. "Get fucked."
"Mm, I might," and he grabs the back of Dean's chair when Dean tries to scoot out of the way. "Now, Dean, really? Even after you promised?" And really, it's all fun and games with Gabriel until he gets that little dangerous undertone. He doesn't really look all that threatening. He's got a funny little face, if you really look at it. But his eyes…his eyes dance and flash and tell Dean he's not getting out of this motel tonight with his clothes on. Hell, he's probably not making it out of this motel room tonight at all.
"I still need the Eye, Gabriel."
And the motherfucking archangel just leans over, fingers dancing over the collar of Dean's shirt, his mouth so hot against Dean's ear and purrs--honest to God, purrs, "Maybe I'll give it to you if you keep your promises. Even though I won and I get to reap my rewards, Dean."
Dean's dick is a fucking traitor. And the fact he has no underwear makes it even worse. "What do you want?" Dean asks. He needs a goddamn drink; his mouth is like the fuckin' Sahara.
"Well, y'know," Gabriel blows it off, laughing. He brushes his lips against Dean's cheek as he pulls his head back, and Dean catches a whiff of caramel and ozone and something darker, a musky scent beneath it all. "Just for a week. I promise I won't wear you out, Dean." He takes a finger and firmly traces Dean's jawline as if examining him, and his eyes are just so bright.
"You could ask me for anything else and all you want is sex?"
At that, Gabriel sincerely throws his head back and laughs. "Aww, I mean it's not every day that a chance like that falls into my lap, and I am more aware than my brother of what feels good." He walks behind Dean, hands firmly on his shoulders. "And I know a couple things you would love." Gabriel's hand slips under Dean's collar, fingers teasing over the hot skin underneath. "Besides, you feel nice," Gabriel says simply, nuzzling under Dean's jaw, "and you look like you haven't had a proper fuck in a while, Dean-o."
Which is true. Dean hasn't gotten laid in a while, mostly due to the constant travel and all these fucking creatures and supernatural shit that's come out of the woodwork lately. Not even enough time for a nice, long jerk-off session; either Sam's using all the hot water or Cas is all up in his face when all Dean wants is like a good half-hour to himself. Besides, he had lost the last condom that he had saved and he didn't want to add an STD bill on top of what was an ever-diminishing supply of money.
Dean's thoughts are promptly interrupted when he gets a lapful of pouting archangel. "Stop thinking so much, you're hurting my head."
"Oh, sorry about that," Dean drawls, and ends up sputtering the last bit of that short sentence when Gabriel up and yanks his t-shirt off. "For fuck's sake, Gabriel!"
"I don't see you taking off your shirt," Gabriel says, and he grabs Dean's jaw, forcing Dean to look at him. "Right now, you're going to do what I tell you." Gabriel still has a little bit of a friendly tease to his voice, but the majority of it vibrates through Dean, low and powerful and electric.
"In your dreams," Dean snorts.
And there's that laugh again, but this time it's low and challenging and it makes Dean shiver. "Don't be a sore loser, Dean," Gabriel says and rolls his hips ever so slightly, twining his arms loosely around Dean's shoulders. The denim is rough against Dean's skin and it makes him groan, head tilting upward. Of course, Gabriel thinks this is the perfect opening to hickey the fuck out of Dean's neck, and it's not Dean's fault that his hands clutch onto Gabriel's hips. "Dean, Dean, Dean," Gabriel clucks, laughter under every word. "Think I could make you come in your pants?"
"Don't you dare," Dean growls, and he can feel Gabriel's smile against his skin. "I'm not even wearing my underwear, goddammit."
And again, Dean is painfully aware of that fact when his pants are suddenly open and he feels nimble fingers wrap around his dick and squeeze and fuckyougabrielbutkeepgoingohmygod. "I have the best ideas," Gabriel murmurs.
Dean gasps out a few laughs because Gabriel apparently is doing his best to make sure Dean doesn't talk. "Gonna grab my dick and we ain't even kissed yet," he manages to say, not able to stop his smile. "Way to make a guy feel like a slut, Gabriel."
Another Cheshire grin. "Aww, isn't that sweet?" He places a thumb on Dean's chin and firmly pushes down so their eyes meet, and Gabriel leans in and it's…surprisingly tame.
Well, not tame, but with Gabriel being a giant dickface and Dean's reputation for being a huge asshole, Dean expected more teeth knocking together and nails scratching down his chest and shit. It's not like that at all; Gabriel takes his time, slow, open kisses as one thumb keeps running over Dean's collarbone. The other hand is still on Dean's cock, not having moved away, but keeping up a slow, torturous pace. His tongue gently slips into Dean's mouth, running over his lip and curling past his teeth, curious without being impatient. When Gabriel's thumb brushes over Dean's nipple, he moans into Gabriel's mouth, having to pull back, panting.
And of course Gabriel leans forward, finding Dean's mouth so easily, and everything is so warm and wet and fucking amazing and of course Gabriel has to pull back to say, "Not even ten minutes into the start of day one and you're already buckling."
Dean wants to be a little more forceful, a little more sarcastic, but he's really hard and right now he just needs more and just says, "Get on the goddamn bed."
Which really turns into Gabriel getting off his lap and grabbing Dean's pants and ripping them when he pulls Dean up out of the chair, laughing as Dean curses him forever because, dammit, this is one of his best pairs of jeans, Gabriel, don't care how much you fucking want this, you can at least take my pants off first.
Dean had always imagined if he was going to bone an angel-angel (Anna was still human so it wasn't like anything weird), it was probably going to be Cas. Not a small little douchebag who, once-upon-a-goddamn-time, killed him forever in a time loop.
"You're gonna hurt my feelings if you keep bringing that up," Gabriel says, to which Dean immediately counters in what he wishes was a more sarcastic tone, "Yeah, well, hard thing to forget."
"Good thing I'm here to help you with new memories," and he just tosses him on the bed like he was nothing. Dean attempts to scramble off his back but Gabriel is there, taking off his poor injured pants and slinking up his body. He slides their hips together, and suddenly they've got a delicious rocking rhythm going, and Dean just twines his fingers in Gabriel's hair and pulls back. And Gabriel lets him, but digs his fingers deep into Dean's hips, making sure to say, "Now, now, don't get all rough on me just because I'm giving you leeway."
When Gabriel takes hold of him again and starts leisurely sucking a hickey right under Dean's jaw, Dean just groans. "Oh god, just let me come already."
"Tell me what you want, Dean," Gabriel just purrs and it's getting fucking annoying.
"I just--"
"No, I mean, what do you want?" And finally, Dean gets it. Gabriel's not just asking about now, he's asking about what Dean wants and oh holy mother of God, just all the things they could do and what Gabriel's capable of and they are both kind of perverted so that's no problem--
"If you don't want me to read your mind, stop thinking and start talking," Gabriel rumbles happily.
"If you want me to have coherent thoughts, maybe you should let off of my dick." The biting comment is kind of softened by the fact that Dean is gasping half the words.
He feels Gabriel shrug. "Some things we just have to deal with, Dean," and it's really not fair that--oh god, his thumb runs up the underside and swipes and Dean's hips keep moving and moving and then oh my god please please please just a little bit faster--
And then Gabriel is a huge fucker because he immediately stops and sits up and says, "Not before you tell me what you want," and Dean is considering choking him.
"I want some kind of fucking to go on and for it to be kind of quick and then maybe I'll be coherent enough to discuss whatever kinky shit you are trying to pull," Dean groans and of course that's when Gabriel decides to become the Thing and get all stony and unable to budge. He sits on Dean's hips, pushing them into the bed so they don't move. Of course Gabriel is fucking cock-blocking him now.
"Tell me while Sam and Cas are still talking outside and then maybe I'll take you into the bathroom so your brother and my brother don't have to see your raging boner." He's smiling. Dean is not.
"Exc-excuse me?"
Gabriel grins and leans in close. "They are outside, considering all the options, talking about some books. In a few minutes they'll come in. And I don't mind keeping you here all debauched-looking and inviting them to join in our little party, but I don't know your feelings." He lets a few small laughs escape and then settles his hands on Dean's chest. Dude isn't half-bird, he's half-cat. "So you should probably tell me a few things you want to try before they come back."
Dean's mind races. So maybe, maybe he kind of wants to get caught by them because that might be kind of hot--stop it, Dean, you are ridiculous. Even if he wanted Sam and Cas to join (because he is supremely fucked in the head forever), there is no way he is attractive right now. Gabriel is sitting on his hips so he can't escape and he's obviously got a ridiculously obvious boner just sitting there between them and there is way too much going on with that whole situat--
"Tick tock," Gabriel reminds him.
Dean narrows his eyes and lists some. "Tying you up. Blindfolds. Begging. Talking. Watching. Maybe something in public. Wings," he says with a sneer, "get you to stretch those bitches."
Gabriel's face lights up. "What a good start! I'm proud of you, Dean!" He presses more kisses to Dean's lips when he starts to protest again. "Yes, I know, I know."
"You promised," Dean says, and bites his lip when Gabriel takes a firm grip again. This time the strokes are quick and hard and purposeful. "Yes, yes, fuck yes, faster," Dean moans, and Gabriel just lets out a low chuckle, moving off of Dean and to the side so Dean's hips are free to do what they need. And he's been waiting so long for this, and now he's imagining some of the things he mentioned and yes yes yes--
And the doorknob starts to wiggle and Dean can hear the keys before Gabriel whispers in his ear, "I never said promise, Dean, I said maybe," and two things happen simultaneously. Sam and Cas come in the door and Dean makes some kind of strangled cry in his throat and comes, putting his head as far back into the pillow as it will go.
"Such a good boy," Gabriel says, still working Dean through his orgasm and giving him a peck on the forehead. (Dean wants to punch something but he's too happy to care right now because that felt amazing.)
"Wha--um--thi--how--I," is all about Sam manages to make out.
"Castiel! Oh, Cas, come here," Gabriel says like he didn't just jerk Dean off in front of everybody and their mom, "I think I want your help." He casually wipes off his hand and throws the covers on Dean, stretching his arms out for Cas to join.
"Gabriel." And even Dean can hear the silent, 'what-the-hell-are-you-doing' underneath. "I am confused as to what is going on."
"Ditto," Sam says, and Gabriel coos, "You look so adorable when you blush, Sam," and it prompts Sam to occupy himself by placing his knapsack somewhere with the chosen library books inside.
"What happened and why are you here, brother?" Dean bites his lip. Goddamn it. Goddamn him for thinking Cas' voice is sexy. Goddamn his dick for responding. Goddamn Gabriel and goddamn poker and goddammit.
"Dean found out that I had what you needed," Gabriel cheerfully chirps, "and so he challenged me to a poker game and he put everything on the table so now he gets to be my sex slave for a week."
Whereas Castiel frowns and just tilts his head slightly in what could be either a slightly confused or even disappointed manner, Sam sputters and drops a couple library books he was putting on the table.
"What." Sam looks over to Dean, who is gaining some semblance of a vocabulary again. "Are you fucking with me? Sex slave? Poker game?"
"I was close to winning," Dean says.
"He was losing utterly," Gabriel offers happily.
Sam exhales forcefully, shaking his head. "Whatever. Please, please just put some pants on."
It's Gabriel who answers. "No, he won't."
And even though Sam gives the confused look, it's Castiel who responds, "I believe pants would be an acceptable idea."
Sam sees the look that Gabriel is giving Castiel and already he knows they are in so much trouble right now. "I was hoping you'd join," and Gabriel is obviously hamming it up, giving as best a pout as he can managed. At the same time, though…at the same time he's moving slowly, calculated movements that are smooth and even and seduc--no, no, Sam was not thinking of the word seductive. Nope. Not even.
"I do not believe that would be wise." Sam mentally congratulates Castiel. At least there could be two of them sitting in the car tonight while Dean and Gabriel get their weird freak on, and it's cold outside so, really, he could use the body heat as well.
Well, at least that's Sam's thought process until Gabriel's hands meet Castiel's trenchcoat and gently push it down his shoulders. And nah, that shouldn't seem like a big deal really, but Cas just gets this weird look on his face. A mixture of different emotions that Sam can't really pin down. "Gabriel--"
"Take these silly things off," Gabriel interrupts him, hastily pulling down the suit jacket as well.
There's something heavy in the air that both Winchesters notice. It's making Cas incredibly uncomfortable, and he's shuffling in place. Gabriel, however, is letting a hand reach up to Castiel's tie and gently pulling the angel to him, giving him very small, gentle kisses. Settling him down, Sam notices, as he undoes the tie, purposefully throwing it back on the bed. "Gabriel," Castiel tries to say again, and okay, Dean feels like this might actually be torture. Y'know, like how eating all of your Halloween candy at once sounds like a good idea but actually isn't? Yes. That. Right now. Only instead of Halloween candy it's boners.
And then Dean and Sam's thought processes are cut short, because when Gabriel gets Castiel's shirt undone and finally touches skin, he grabs Cas by the shoulders and literally bites right at the nape of his neck. Cas shouts and suddenly there are two huge wings in the room. One almost knocks Sam in the face, the other takes out a lamp sitting on the bedside table on the opposite side of the room.
Gabriel hums and peppers little kisses up and down Castiel's neck, murmuring how beautiful his brother's wings are while Castiel just pants and looks like he's trying to be angry but not exactly getting there. "That is not fair," Castiel intones, and the rest of the sentence ends up becoming a pleased hum when Gabriel reaches over his shoulders to gently run his fingers over the base of his wings.
Sam tries to assess the scene. He's got his brother on the bed, who is obviously trying not to pop another hard-on while watching Gabriel, who has stripped Cas of his trench and suit jacket and undid his dress shirt, which is now ruined thanks to the sudden appearance of wings.
"What--" Dean starts to say, because that did not just happen. Also how the fuck do wings become a kink?
Gabriel just beams. "Getting rid of some of your list. We've got Castiel's wings and Sam is watching and," he says, grinning, "I guess we can share the begging."
What.
And Sam is expecting Dean to at least have a little common sense or decency or something and tell Gabriel that he is crazy and insane and all, but Dean just sits up and Sam wants to yell at him, your dick is hanging out under there, by the fucking way, so stop moving the covers, but he refrains. And Dean, well, Dean just has this look on his face and he just says, "C'mere, Cas."
Whoa. Whoa. Because Dean's pupils are blown and maybe it's just coming down from the orgasm and stuff but he's pretty intense. Like he wants to do this now. Like he needs them right this second. And when Sam looks back to Cas (because Gabriel is doing nothing but grinning), Castiel is bringing his wings slowly back close to his body and just looking back and forth between Dean and Gabriel. Sam wants to laugh awkwardly and tell them all how ridiculous everything is and then everything would go back to normal.
But he doesn't. Instead he watches as Gabriel wordlessly moves out of the way and seems to gently push Castiel forward, leading him on the bed to Dean. And Sam lets his eyes rest on Gabriel for a few moments, watches him. So eager and hungry for this to happen and he soaks it all in, usual cheeky grin just a shadow on his face now.
And then--oh. Castiel is pushing Dean into the headboard, straddling his hips. Gabriel's kisses were slow and calculated and teasing, but Cas goes all in. Their kisses are slippery and wet and Dean's pretty sure that Cas is the one moaning but he's not entirely sure. He works his hands into Castiel's messy hair, battling Cas for dominance of their kiss. (They both are tied, really.) They're sloppy and uncoordinated and the fact that they are both so hot for it they just can't help themselves turns Sam on. Jesus Christ, he's blaming Gabriel. And he wants to say it to him, except now Gabriel's moving and Sam can do nothing but sit and watch and palm himself through his jeans.
Castiel's startled when Gabriel's arms wrap around his waist, undoing his slacks. "You don't need these, do you, Castiel?" Gabriel's voice is smooth and silky and full of good intentions promising horrible things that you know you shouldn't want but you take them anyway.
Dean answers for him, "Hell no he doesn't." And so they help Castiel out of him, and Sam has to smile at the fact that Cas is being purposefully lazy so he can lean and lay across Gabriel and Dean. It ends up so Dean still has his back to the headboard, but now Gabriel and Castiel are facing each other, gentle kisses up and down each other's faces.
And then Dean growls and grabs Castiel's wings, biting down near where skin meets feather, and that's when Sam has to fight the zipper to get into his pants because Jesus fucking Christ.
Castiel lets out a string of Enochian that makes Gabriel smile and laugh; the angel lets his back arch, and Dean says, "I'm going to fuck you, Cas. I'm going to bite your wings and pull them back and fuck you until you scream." Castiel just nods, which doesn't seem satisfactory to Dean. He plays with the feathers, only getting breathless little gasps which are still awesome but not what Dean was looking for.
Gabriel gently takes hold of Castiel's jaw. "Tell him, Castiel. Tell him how much you want it." Sam groans, biting his lip hard because he doesn't want to interrupt.
"Please, Dean," Cas says, and oh, he's so pretty when he begs, "I want this," and it's not when Gabriel reaches down and teases him with a few strokes that he growls and says, "I need this--" and then shouts again when Dean lets his fingers tease along the underside of the feathers, feeling the down hidden under all the larger tiers. Castiel stops using words and instead makes his little moans that end in a gasp, grabbing Gabriel's shoulders. He starts pleading with Gabriel, "Please, Gabriel, please--"
Gabriel doesn't need anything else, he just laughs as he brings his mouth to Castiel's, slipping Dean a small tube of lube that he got from who-knows-where but Dean certainly doesn't fucking care because it's here and he needs it right now.
Sam is trying to go slow on himself, using deliberate, sure movements as he strokes his cock. Every so often, he'll see a flash of Castiel's tongue licking its way into Gabriel's mouth and Sam will twist his hand or let his thumb run right under the head and hold back a moan. He's teasing himself, unconsciously syncing up to Castiel's movements. And oh, his face when Dean sits up and murmurs something against Castiel's back and suddenly the angel jerks and moans like a fucking porn star. (All of the other three shiver because it's goddamn hot.) "Yes, yes, yes," Castiel says as he holds onto Gabriel for support.
Dean's voice is ruined and both Sam and Gabriel have a small moment of pause when he says, "Cas, Cas, hold on," and then another finger and Castiel's hips are pushing up ever so slightly and Gabriel's thinking that he is a genius of epic proportions.
When Dean finds Castiel's prostate, Gabriel swallows his shouts with deep, urgent kisses. Sam groans. He's not going to last here. He's going to shoot his brain out of his dick and then he's going to die and they are going to have to bring him back to life. Because it's really just too much; Castiel's not talking a lot anymore but he's begging with his body, hands scrambling to not only hold onto something but to also touch Gabriel, find the spots that will make him moan and rock against Cas. It's hard to see him under all the feathers, but Dean is shaking he wants it so bad. It's like when he finds something he wants to do he can't stay long because there are also a million other things he wants, one hand moving up and down the feathers, experimenting with what gets Cas all hot and bothered and the other one slowly opening him up below. And Gabriel is so sure and trying to stay collected, but Sam can see he's slowly losing his composure but fighting to stay in control and…holy fuck, even if Sam wanted to join he couldn't because he likes watching it way too much.
And then Castiel pulls Dean's hand away and finally takes matters into his own hands. "Taking too long," and Castiel sounds like he's run a marathon, wings shifting and moving slightly under Dean's hand, "I'm not going to break." He pushes Dean back hard enough so that his body thunks against the headboard and Gabriel watches with bright, unreadable eyes as Castiel lowers himself onto Dean. Gabriel has to reach over and steady him because Cas wants it so bad and his wings are trembling; Gabriel takes hold of his shoulders and starts whispering Enochian in his ear, nuzzling the side of Cas' jaw as the angel whimpers and slowly sinks his way down on Dean's cock.
The world stops for two seconds as Castiel sits and breathes. Dean gently puts his hands on Cas' hips, hands shaking just a little. He wants to move but at the same time, Cas needs this, needs to wait. So he has to talk and says, "Sammy."
Oh God. "Dean?" Sam's voice is so low and husky and yes.
"Sammy, he…" Dean suddenly lets out a small moan. "He's so tight, Sam."
Sam wants to touch himself but he's afraid he's going to come and then miss something awesome. "Do what you said you were gonna do, Dean. Fuck him." And Dean lets out some kind of sound like he's dying, which apparently prompts Sam to say more, "Take his wings and grab 'em and pull 'em when you do him. Make him feel it, Dean."
Sam looks over and suddenly Gabriel's finishing tying Castiel's wrists together and Sam absolutely has to squeeze himself to not come then and there. It's a loose tie, designed to just make sure Castiel doesn't touch anywhere, and Gabriel slips under the loop Castiel's arms make for Cas' support, letting Cas' forearms rest on his shoulders. "Let me help you, Cas," and Gabriel's voice promises more and more and more and Sam kind of loves it.
He helps Cas move his legs, move his body so he goes up and then down and Dean actually growls but stays in place. A few more times, and Castiel's holding onto Gabriel for leverage, pistoning up and down and making these sounds that should be criminal in at least twenty states. Dean did have his hands on Castiel's hips at first, and then hoists himself up, grabbing the wings and pulling them back, mouth nipping and sucking at the skin around the base of the wings. Castiel is calling Dean's name, calling Sam's name, calling Gabriel's name, hands scrambling in the knotted tie around his wrists. And Gabriel is saying things like, "Yes, faster," as he gently strokes Cas, basically killing Sam when he says, "Dean, I don't want to see him able to flex his wings without moaning for a week," and Sam doesn't know why he thinks that's hot but yes. His hand is a blur, moving so quick, watching them all work together in one confusing kind of mass.
Dean chuckles and wraps his arm around Castiel's hips, holding him down while he fucks into him. The other arm wraps around a wing and holds it in place when Dean bites into it, letting out a load moan. And Castiel is practically screaming as he comes, Gabriel working him through it, open, gentle kisses on his neck to contrast the rough snap of Dean's hips and Dean's teeth on his back as Dean follows Castiel through it, unable to hold on any longer. Everything is too much for Sam, who finally comes, spilling over his hand and feeling all the tension being sucked out of his body. Fuckin' amazing.
Castiel leans heavily on Gabriel, panting into Gabriel's shoulder. The archangel gives a small huff of laughter and pulls Castiel forward, maneuvering him onto the bed beside Dean. Sam lies back in his chair, not moving for a few seconds because dammit, that was pretty awesome but yeah, definitely going to join next time.
It's Dean who speaks up. "The fuck are you doing, Gabriel." Oh man.
"I'm surprised you still have a thought process, kiddo," Gabriel admits, grinning when Dean can only scrunch up his nose at the nickname.
"You still have all your clothes on." Dean let his eyes lazily roam over Gabriel and he even manages to sound disappointed when he mentions, "Didn't even shoot in your pants or anything."
Gabriel does laugh, and murmurs, "Too busy with other things, I'm afraid," and he motions to both Dean and the practically passed out Castiel on his side.
Dean sits up, wincing a little, motioning for Gabriel to come to him. "C'mere." When Gabriel raises an eyebrow, Dean says, "Look. Just had a fucking awesome orgasm, can't really manage to like grab you and try to force you down so get the fuck over here." And who could resist an offer like that?
Gabriel still climbs over, and Dean shuffles, pushing Gabriel to get in his spot. "Dean, are you making me sleep in the wet spot?" the archangel jokes, and Dean just snorts and says, "You're such a bitch."
With all the roughness basically fucked out of him, Dean's hands are gentle and firm, lifting up Gabriel's shirt to let his lips just roam over Gabriel's chest. Not kissing, just simple touches. His hands find Gabriel's belt, undo it slowly but surely, and Gabriel's hips buck up a little at the touch. He lets out a small, encouraging noise and Dean chuckles against his stomach. "You don't…mm, you don't have to," Gabriel says. "Could have just dealt with it myself."
Dean considers that. After all, Gabriel really did bring this on himself. Waited until Cas and Sam came in and then let Cas get his wings out and didn't even make a move on Sam and just basically led the parade instead of participating. "I came twice," Dean says bluntly as he curls his fingers underneath the waistband of Gabriel's underwear and tugs, "so I'm feeling nice."
Gabriel is going to say something else, but then Dean licks a stripe up his cock and he just hums and nods, letting his head rest against the pillow.
Dean is pretty damn good with his mouth. He knows this for a fact after several woman and a few guys have let him know what works and what doesn't and what's fan-fucking-tastic. He goes with what feels good and sometimes he adds in a move or two that usually always works. This…this is actually pretty nice because Dean is able to take his time. There's no rush, Dean is able to just move at his own pace, going almost torturously slow as he takes Gabriel in his mouth, sucking gently at the head, trying not to grin too much when Gabriel lets a small moan escape.
Gabriel knows that he's already hyped up on a lot of things that happened tonight. Wings. Seeing Castiel all sexed out and shouting. Dean's face when he comes. Sam actually restraining himself and keeping in check. Like his own little real-life porno starring the Winchesters with special guest star Castiel. So he's not really going to last long because it just happened and it's right there in his mind.
And Castiel just has to lean over and press his lips to Gabriel's ear and say, "His mouth looks very nice around you, Gabriel."
Oh fuck.
"You've imagined him doing this, have you not? Lips straining to please you?" Castiel isn't doing anything else except talking, and where the hell did Cas learn these tricks?
"You've always been a quick learner," Gabriel manages to chuckle, but the gasping parts get in the way of maximum sarcasm.
"I've thought of it too," Castiel says. "Making him get on his knees, take me in as far as he could go because I knew he could. Making him swallow everything I had to give him." Gabriel's eyes roll back as he closes them, trying not to move his hips like he wants to. Dean hums, and Gabriel hisses in breath. "Making him say thank you because I know he wanted it and I'm letting him have it."
And there's a hand threading through his hair. Gabriel doesn't have to open his eyes to know it's Sam's. And it hits him they are all watching him and ohmannotmuchlonger--
"He looks so wonderful like this, Gabriel. Lips stretched out around you, taking you in, looking up to make sure you're enjoying it." He can feel Castiel smile. "He wants to see you come, Gabriel. Won't you do that for him?"
Gabriel lets out a choked moan, and at the same time Dean hollows his cheeks and sucks hard, Sam tugs back on his hair and Castiel bites his ear and tells him to come for Dean and it's over. Gabriel is shaking and moaning and saying yes yes yes. He doesn't open his eyes, instead feeling himself breathe. They stay like that for a few moments, Sam's hand gently carding through his hair with Castiel gently humming into his ear and Dean's mouth hot on his skin.
Finally, after it's all done, Sam's hand leaves his hair and Castiel is suddenly gone from beside them, Dean sliding up to take Cas' spot. Other two must have gone to sleep in the other bed. Gabriel probably could have snapped them one bed so they could rest together. Maybe. Y'know, not right this second but--
"A week of this." It's not a question, just a statement. Dean's voice is raw and hoarse and Gabriel wishes he could sound like that forever.
"Mmhmn." Gabriel gently snaps his fingers because yeah, he's not being a giant wet spot the whole night, and he's not cuddling with Dean if Dean's all messy either. He hears a little surprised sound from beside him as they are both wiped clean, but Dean doesn't say anything else. "Think you can handle it, Dean-o?"
"Give us the Eye," Dean says--oh man, yeah, that old thing, Gabriel had pretty much forgotten about that, oops, "and I'll convince Cas and Sam to help me settle the debt."
"Like the way you think," Gabriel says. "Deal." It isn't long before Dean's asleep beside him, both of them gently curled next to one another, Dean's breath ruffling Gabriel's hair occasionally.
So maybe Gabriel can keep finding old artifacts they need. After this week is over, there are going to have a new case and they might need something special. And, really, that seems to work for everybody, right?