Tonight we'll set the world on fire

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel's smile is like it was in Purgatory. Fearsome. Terrifying and wonderful and as they get to their feet, he builds a weapon for Dean. Mimicked on his favorite from Purgatory, but a sturdier build. Better balanced. "Let's go then. I feel like a little slaughter after that." And they always went back to the basics. Sex. Food. Violence.

He takes it in his hand, passing it from left to right. A slow smile full of barely contained violence spreads across his face. "My little bit of purgatory." ...Except for the obvious. "Take me there."

"Thought you might like that." For his part, he calls his sword. His one piece of home. Reaching out, his smile echoing Dean's, Gabriel wings them to the center of a massive nest of vampires. Like old times, he sets his shoulder against Dean's. Watching his back and trusting Dean to watch his. It's flawless. Effortless.

It's a well-rehearsed dance to which only they knew the moves. and even before counting the fact that Gabriel's an archangel, the nest never really stood a chance. The blade cleaves through flesh and bone easily, they move smoothly and seamlessly.

It's almost too easy. Almost. But after so many near misses, Gabriel's good with that. Moving easily with Dean, a whirling dance of death and savagery that cut them all down with little effort. And when it's done, Gabriel is almost disappointed. "We need to find bigger targets," he mutters, kicking at a vampire head.

He sighs, shaking his head. "Was this really the biggest you could find? You're getting sloppy, old man." He smirks. "This just ain't gonna cut it if this is all you'll find."

"Insolent little brat. Gimme a second. I'll find something bigger and badder." And he smirks, casting his mental net wide, looking for a harder fight, something with bigger teeth.

He moves closer, pressing the flat of his blade against his cheek, leaving a smear on his cheek as he chuckles. "something that this'll have to have some effort behind." He looks down at the bodies surrounding them. "This is..... these were wrong. different."

Gabriel leans into the press of the gory blade, eyes bright and alive. "We can wake the Old Ones?" A dangerous fight, one they might not survive, but that's how they'd lived for a year. What was a little longer? Gabriel's brow furows as Dean looks around. "They were easy. I think Seth is getting sloppy in his old age."

"No, I don't think so. I just think they were.... impure. I mean, back there it was just the monster. Instinct, eating to live, all of the violence, none of what they are up here. Seth /makes/ them from humans. It's tainting it." He looks up, that fire in his eyes. Alive. Excited. "We need to go after the alphas. or something like the Old Ones will do. But they've got to be higher, closer to the top, older." purer. Less human.

"Then let's go kick a few out of bed, wake the old fuckers up and take them apart. Limb from limb." Screw good and evil. They were something different now. Barely controlled chaos. Violence. Carving away monsters until there was nothing left. And when they were gone? They'd go back in. Back into the thick of it.

They need the violence like they needed food, like they needed each other. But really, what do they care? with it they were still saving lives, they were leaving the humans alone... they were something new. And right now he's free, free until he goes back to Sam again. He folds his arms over his shoulders, waiting to fly. "I say lets go give them the surprise of their life."

"That's m'boy," And with another explosion of power, they're gone. Ready to kick one of the Old Ones awake. Fierce and predatory, weilding both magic and blades, they were very nearly outmatched, but that made the fight that much better. Desperate, clawing, Gabriel deflecting magic as rapidly as Dean turned away another vicious stab of claws. Yes. Yes this was what they needed. What they were meant for.

Being outmatched (nearly) was also a good time and reason to put some of those tricks he learnt in Purgatory to good use. Weilding magic he's yet to show Sam. Again, it's something he wouldn't understand. Spells older than demons, that they wouldn't even know about. the fight pulsed through them like their lifeblood. and fighting with the old ones was like fighting at home. "this is more like it!"

Gabriel laughs, spinning his blade and using his wings to deflect another hit. This was who they were now. Death and life and violence and when they were done, he was going to tear his clothes off. Because that's what they did. "Last one was just a warmup."

He uses the blade to deflect another set of claws, swinging it round and severing the limb, pulling an angry shriek from it. A hurried invocation, floor churning underneath it to snake a tendril up and grab it to pull it to the floor, letting it snake around it's neck. the blade cleaves through the limbs, neck, putting it through the chest. He rejoins Gabriel at his back as another comes closer to replace the fallen. "Last one was half a warmup."

"Bitch bitch," he jokes, catching another one and severing it with his sword. He could use holy fire, blast out apart, but it's more satisfying to cut, slash, rend and tear the damn thing apart. "Just the way you like it Cowboy."

"When did this 'cowboy' thing actually start?" He spins himself around as gabriel pulls back his blade from the latest stab, standing in front of him. He ducks to avoid a swing of a tail, pressing his lips to Gabriel's as he looses a clip of bullets over Gabriel's should into the one he was dancing with behind him. It hits the floor with a thud as he grins "'cause I think I kind of like it."

Gabriel laughs, arm around his waist as he swings Dean to safety. "It suits you." A spin of his blade as he swings it ina high arc, taking out one that was trying to come at them from above. "Might even get you a hat."

a blade thrust out that skims Gabriel's side, almost close enough to cut fabric and masterfully weilded right around his body. It's thrust into the abdomen of another. "And a serape." He swings upward, tearing it's front open.

Cut, slash, rend, tear. Gabriel grins wickedly, thrusting over Dean's shoulder, catching the top of his shirt, rending it open, leaving his collarbone exposed. "If you model it for me." A kiss to his collarbone before spinning to meet the next attack.

"hey, watch the clothes. I made Sure I didn't get you." He ...mostly... teases. Oh, and Jump." His leg lashes out in a sweeping kick, taking out the thing's feet. It jumps upright to recieve Dean's blade through his throat - a blade that is all too deliberately too close to cloth and exposing his shoulder as it travels over it. He twists the blade, the neckbones shifting crunching, and with a snapping of tendons pulls it out. Savage. Beautiful.

Magnificent. He was glorious in battle, rivaling any archangel he'd seen in combat. Beautiful and terrible and he loved him fiercely. Covered in blood and gore, he was incredible. Gabriel is transfixed, but only for an instant. He lashes out with his sword, severing a claw aiming for Dean's thigh. "I'll fix it. Later." After he's torn them off his body.

"You'd better." The firey green eyes stuck out from the face spattered and smeared with red. He ducks an incoming slash, slides backwards, thrusts an elbow behind him. Feet out from under it, turn, pin with his body weight and pound into the face with his fists until he's thrown back. He hits the wall, dropping the blade he hadn't used, the Old One darts towards him. Lunges. Lands on an knife held to his chest and pointed upwards that he'd had secreted in his jacket. only a moron goes into a fight with one blade, even as much as he likes his bit of purgatory. The blood pours from the wound, down his hands, bathing him in it. He's missed the feel of it. The upclose combat like this, even with being laid with a corpse on top of him.

Gabriel hauls the body off, casting it aside, a broken hulk now. He'll harvest a few claws for magic later. Right now, he can't take his eyes off Dean. Fierce and beautiful, covered in gore and blood. He hauls him in for a kiss that's all demand and heat. Dean is his match, the other side of him. Everything he needs and wants in this world or any other.

"This is more like it." He gives a rumbling chuckle into the kiss. he hooks a hand into the jacket, pulls Gabe down with him, down into the mess and the blood. staring up at the cavern ceiling, breathing heavy as the adrenaline starts to wane. "That's what we've been missing. the closest we've got. to home."

"Damn right." And they lay in the gore and blood, arms around each other, Gabriel vigilant as Dean starts to wind down from the high of the battle. "There are more of them. We'll find them all. Take then all down." It's all they know anymore. Sex and battle and repeat in a cycle.

He grins at the thought. "And when they're gone?" What? colour him curious as to the answer, even if he knows it. Hell, he knows it for him, at least, but wonders if Gabriel thinks the same. He knows he's going back when he dies. He might be mortal in body, but that place changed his core, changed his soul... At least, it feels that way. He hopes to go back, knows he could find his way back after even if not. "After we kill them all?" because it's not a question of if.

Gabriel noses at his neck, smelling the blood and sweat and the underlying scent that was Dean. "After they're gone? We'll find another battle. I hear there are done dragons hiding in China." There will always be another fight for then, a never ending supply of monsters. "Or we crack the door. Go home." Not heaven, not hell. But the clean simplicity of purgatory.

Dean cards fingers through Gabriel's hair, leaving it streaked with blood. "...I shouldn't go home too early." Not that he couldn't or didn't want to. But shouldn't. mind you, he doesn't even know why he's still bothered about Sam, seeing as it quite obviously the case the other way around. What. Ever. "mmm... maybe I could keep an eye out for another dog though." It's not exactly a secret (to Gabe, at least) that Sam and their reunion had left him with mixed and muddled feelings.

Gabriel makes a quiet sound of understanding. He likes the blood on his skin, in his hair. It means he's alive and the other ugly isn't. "Dogs are easy to find," he offers. He's always been a little jealous when it came to Sam. Now that they were back, he's sure Sam is jealous of the connection he shares with his brother. "I know how to crack it when you're ready." As long as he had Dean. Dean and battles and glorious sex afterwards.

He smirks. "Why do I need you to crack it when I have my own personal gate?" Because if he's clever, if he thinks about it just hard enough, he should be able to figure out how to make the spell work from this side. he rolls himself over so he's straddling Gabriel's hips in a smooth movement. "I can take us back without anything being able to get out. leaves more for us in there. angry with us. Hunting us." He leans forwards, letting lips brush an ear. "They'll come straight to us, rather than clamouring to get out of the door."

He groans, already getting hard as Dean's weight presses deliciously on his hips. With a growl he hauls him near, teeth dragging along his ear. "Mmgh. Yes. A bloodbath. We'd take them all out. Kill them all." A hungry, needy kiss. If Dean said he wanted to go now, Gabriel would. Without hesitation.

He feels you under him there, his own body responding immediately. they're out in the dank, a cavern, surrounded by corpses of the Old Ones and blood pooled under their bodies. It's as close to home as they'll get here. and it's setting him right back off again. He groans into the kiss, hand finding his small knife, cutting at the clothes in a slow rip. The blood has mostly dried on his skin, but he can see a faint smear as he drags his hand down the exposed flesh as he leans in again. "and they'll come right back around again. unending. eternity with them at our mercy. It's our place. Our show." Each statement is punctuated with a rough kiss to his neck, exposed by way of pulling his head back by his hair. "because we're new and different, and they had never seen anything like /us/ before."

Gabriel's hand drags down his chest, leaving a red smear against his flawless skin. His hips buck up into Dean, fingers tearing at his jeans. This, they know, this, they can handle. He growls as his head is pulled back, hard enough to ride that pleasurepain edge and tear a moan from him. "They won't stand a chance. Ever. Let them come. We'll cut them down again and again until nothing is left but ash and they'll rise up again. Ours. Our world, Dean."

"We own it, they're just too stupid to see that. Everything there is yours... and" his hand goes between Gabriel's legs, he shifts his weight back and down so he can do it easier, squeezing tight so he can be felt through the denim "/mine/." Possessive. He rips at the zipper, the fastening coming undone and the little metal handle from it snapping off in his hand with force with which he tugged it. Hand goes in. Rubs and strokes roughly. The never ending cycle, basic and animalistic. Fun. Easy. "No good, no bad, no right, no wrong, just this. All of this. never-ending bloodsoaked nights. forever. Just gotta finish off up here because otherwise how will they know we're coming?" the word coming is accentuated with a particularly hard tug and he lets his weight and his hips drive down, letting his bulge teasingly press against Gabriel's thigh. Pleasurepain. Sensations. Touch. The real things. letting them flood Gabriel, ground and overload him.

Gabriel moans brokenly, thrusting up into his hand. This was home. Dean and the surety of sex, pleasurepain and another battle. All he knew, all he needed. "They'll know we're coming and they'll know we're death. Death and destruction. The stroking drives him half out if his mind, overloading and overheating his system. "Our world. Yours and mine--/fuck/." He tears at his jeans, lips and teeth scraping Dean's chest. "More."

He's ready to go, leave this soft world behind. Go back to what they know. What they've become.

He parts Gabriel's legs, positioning himself between them. but not yet. his erection is pressed against Gabriel's thigh, and Gabriel against his stomach. He wants to... try something first. Wonders how they never thought of it after how they shared before to do the spell. He presses the smaller knife into his hand. "We are connected." He clenches his hand over Gabriel's. "We'll decimate the assholes." He meets his eyes. "I want to feel it again. How we feel."

He's panting for breath he doesn't need, clutching at his thighs, the weight of his own cock heavy against his stomach, growling with /want/. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, he hauls him in close, teeth and lips hot and demanding against his skin. "We've always been connected." The sight of the knife doesn't bother him, in fact it makes him groan a little more, hissing out Dean's name. He extends his arm, golden eyes bright, he wanted that connection too. To feel Dean like that again. "Do it."

In a split second, the skin is sliced and blood is tricking in a thin line. He licks the trail before clamping his lips over the cut and sucking. The rush is incredible, he just feels hyper-aware, but he can /feel/ gabriel. Feel every need and want. He groans, pushing himself up against the archangel as close as possible, feeling evbery tingle. the jolt of pleasurepain as he wraps his hand around Gabriel's arm and digs his fingers into the wry muscle near the top. His heart rate is now soaring, and steadily incresing the more he drinks, as does his core temperature. But feeling this, he doesn't want to let go, not ever, even if he needs to stop.

Gabriel draws in a shaky breath as Dean draws in his blood, his grace. There's a conection there that neither of them can deny. Pure and powerful. He can feel Dean's heartrate flutter, pulsing with excitement and need and want. They're linked, joined and then it's too much. Overwhelming and he can hear Dean's thoughts. It's too much. He's going to burn out. No. No. He can't. They can ride that edge, but he won't lose him. He needs Dean's touch to keep him grounded, his rough grasping hands after a fight, the way he laughs in the middle of a fight. "Hey, easy Tiger." Gabriel slowly prises his arm free, fingers tight in Dean's hair and dragging him into a hard kiss.

It's shared sensations, two lots of them, and it's kind of like the world explodes. Its so awesome, it's just mindbending how they never thought to do it before. Maybe they weren't amped enough. Things weren't big enough, not enough teeth, not enough blood. he lets his fingers trail over Gabriel's body, feeling the tingle down his own. He chuckles a little and trails them down his own, letting it tingle down Gabriel. It feels weird... but so right. He leans forward into a kiss, finds Gabriel's hips with his hand, and lifts slightly. He's so fucking ready.

He can feel the connection, his grace calling to him across Dean's body, joining them in ways he'd never experienced, not since the initial spell to get them out. The trail of his fingers makes him writhe and moan, clutching at him. "More," he growls. "Do it. Fuck me," he grasps at his hips, shoving impatiently up at him. In the middle of a dark cavern, covered in tacky drying blood, blazing with glory and power and Dean was the most magnificent thing he'd ever seen. "'m yours."

He's all too eager to get right back in there, and holy shit. It's possibly the weirdest but definitely best thing of his life. He could feel the impatience, the raw want, and it makes him push harder. "'m gonna see what it really looks like." He's never taking his eyes off of him for a second, not even as he nuzzles and bites at neck, cheek, lips, shoulders, anything. "'M gonna make you burn." Meaning the grace, obviously.

Dean has always been able to unravel his control, make his grace slip and flash beneath him. Fingers dragging tight through his hair, blunt fingernails scraping his scalp and down his back as he slams into him. Arcane light flares behind his eyes, golden and boiling up as he bites at his chest. He hisses out Dean's name, clutching tightly at his hunter as he thrusts, his grace lighting him up from inside, making him glow. "Only for you. Only for you," he moans. Only Dean gets to see him like this, burning bright, so hard between them it aches.