[FIC] DVD Extras; R; SPN
Title: DVD Extras
Author: phate_phoenix
Pairing: Slight pre-slashy Sam/Gabriel
Word Count: ~1000
Rating/Warning: R; Spoilers for 5.19, Voyeurism, Porn… kinda
Summary: Sometimes Sam’s curiosity gets the best of him.
Disclaimer: DO NOT OWN
Author's Notes: I… had to fix it. Here we are.
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Sam doesn’t know why he’s even doing this. It’s stupid. It’s beyond stupid. It might even be disrespectful. Or blasphemous.
But.
Sam grits his teeth and pushes the side tray of his laptop closed. It would be like Gabriel to hide secret information in the video, in and amongst the probably over-the-top, mind-breaking, physics-defying sex Sam’s about to witness. With a silent prayer for his soul, Sam starts the video.
It takes a bit longer than normal for the video to start up, but Sam figures that’s because it’s archangel porn, and the extra blasphemy takes awhile to process. And then the blonde chick appears on Sam’s screen.
It’s awkward for the first few minutes, after Gabriel’s done monologuing and turned back to his… co-star. Sam closes his eyes once he hears the zippers start opening, and is thankful Dean went out to get some food (and probably to try to call Cas again). He opens his eyes and forces himself to watch, because he refuses to do this again.
He’s five minutes in when his body begins to… react to the noises coming through his speakers. He squirms on the bed, heart thrumming in his chest, and tries to think unsexy thoughts. At the same time, he has to listen, has to watch, and find anything noteworthy in the background. Of course, the noise would have to increase, and video itself seemed to become more and more… erotic as Sam watched.
He’s not going to touch himself to this. He can’t. He has a job to do.
It’s Hell.
Maybe not. But it really sucks.
He grips the sides of the laptop tightly, palms slick with sweat. He pants, jaw clenched tightly. Gabriel planned this, the bastard, Sam thinks. He fucking knew Sam would watch it all. One last, great prank.
Sam thinks he’s actually going to miss the son of a bitch.
He should really close the laptop, he thinks, or at the least find some other porn to finish the job, but he can’t. Gabriel got him, and Sam figures he can at least send Gabriel off properly.
By watching him get off. And then getting off.
Sam wonders if God is rethinking Sam’s free admission to Heaven card yet.
The heat from the laptop’s fans has soaked through his pants, and the sensation of warmth on top of everything made Sam’s eyes roll. The blonde’s shrieking groans and gasps rocket through the air, and it’s almost enough, so close to enough.
Then Gabriel turns and looks directly at the screen.
It rolls through Sam, dragging a retched, wrecked groan out of him, and his hips give a tiny, aborted thrust before he’s coming in his pants. His eyes roll back and he loses his grip on his laptop, and it slides down his legs as the room whites out.
He drowsily comes back to himself, panting but boneless. He’s sticky and uncomfortable, but doesn’t want to lose the weightless feeling yet.
Then someone clears their throat.
He jolts up, grabbing his laptop and staring at the door, fully expecting and amused Dean standing there. Instead, there’s nothing, the door is closed, the blinds are drawn. He’s alone.
“No, Sasquatch, down here.”
Sam tries to think of a more embarrassing moment as his eyes slowly fall to the laptop on his thighs. His mind draws a blank, but that could just be from the shock coursing through his system.
Gabriel is sitting on a small, red armchair, dressed in the exact same clothes he’d worn before, same green jacket, red shirt, same blue jeans. And he’s smirking.
“Didn’t think either of you boys would watch the whole thing through,” Gabriel drawls, leaning back and placing both hands behind his head. “I didn’t know you missed me so much, Sammy.”
“Oh fucking Jeez,” Sam gasps, feeling his face heat.
Gabriel waggles his eyebrows. Sam buries his face in his hands. This is Sam’s most embarrassing moment. Nothing can top this. Slept with a demon, started the apocalypse, and came to a porno staring the Archangel Gabriel.
Fuck.
That’s when the motel door opens.
“Sam, they didn’t have a sal-what’s goin’ on?!”
Sam can hear Dean drop the food on the other bed, but he can’t bring himself to say anything. Instead, he just gestures to the laptop, hiding his face. He feels the weight lift off of him.
“Hey, Deano!”
“Dude, what the fuck?!”
“Well, it’s good to see you, too! Did you miss me?”
“Why’re you in Sam’s laptop?”
“Because that’s where Sam put me.”
“And… wait, what? Get out of there.”
Gabriel sighs, and Sam finally lifts his head. Dean’s sitting down with the laptop on his lap. He leans over just enough to see the screen, ignoring the cooling mess in his pants. Gabriel’s eyes flick over to him before he clears his throat and drops his gaze to his feet.
“Well,” he begins, slowly, “I’m… stuck.”
Sam stares. “You’re stuck.”
Gabriel nods. “Yup.”
“In my laptop.”
“Yup.”
Dean shakes his head. “How?”
Gabriel scowls at them. “Well, I had to make two fully functional copies of myself, and transfer myself into this DVD,” he snaps. “My energy’s pretty drained.”
Dean frowns, eyes narrowing. “So you drained your battery, and now need to recharge?”
Gabriel smirks, pointing at Dean through the laptop screen. “And we have a winner!”
Sam stares at the power bar on his laptop. “Should I… plug it in?”
Gabriel scowls. “I’m not an appliance. My grace will recharge on its own.” He swallows, looking away. “In… a couple weeks.”
Sam’s eyes narrow. “But until then…?”
Gabriel sighs, throwing his hands into the air. “I won’t be able to do anything outside this laptop.”
Dean drops backward onto the bed and the laptop rocks. “That’s just perfect.”
“At least,” Gabriel begins, “you’ll have the fastest search engine in all the world wide web.”
“Yay,” Dean grumbles, “we have Goobriel.”
Sam rolls his eyes and turns back to Gabriel. “Look, what you did back there-”
“Oh man, please,” Gabriel says, leaning backwards in his chair. “Look, just because we slept together doesn’t mean we need to have these touchy-feely moments.”
Dean snaps back up like a jack-in-the-box. “What?!”
Sam curls in on himself and waits to die.
Author: phate_phoenix
Pairing: Slight pre-slashy Sam/Gabriel
Word Count: ~1000
Rating/Warning: R; Spoilers for 5.19, Voyeurism, Porn… kinda
Summary: Sometimes Sam’s curiosity gets the best of him.
Disclaimer: DO NOT OWN
Author's Notes: I… had to fix it. Here we are.
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Sam doesn’t know why he’s even doing this. It’s stupid. It’s beyond stupid. It might even be disrespectful. Or blasphemous.
But.
Sam grits his teeth and pushes the side tray of his laptop closed. It would be like Gabriel to hide secret information in the video, in and amongst the probably over-the-top, mind-breaking, physics-defying sex Sam’s about to witness. With a silent prayer for his soul, Sam starts the video.
It takes a bit longer than normal for the video to start up, but Sam figures that’s because it’s archangel porn, and the extra blasphemy takes awhile to process. And then the blonde chick appears on Sam’s screen.
It’s awkward for the first few minutes, after Gabriel’s done monologuing and turned back to his… co-star. Sam closes his eyes once he hears the zippers start opening, and is thankful Dean went out to get some food (and probably to try to call Cas again). He opens his eyes and forces himself to watch, because he refuses to do this again.
He’s five minutes in when his body begins to… react to the noises coming through his speakers. He squirms on the bed, heart thrumming in his chest, and tries to think unsexy thoughts. At the same time, he has to listen, has to watch, and find anything noteworthy in the background. Of course, the noise would have to increase, and video itself seemed to become more and more… erotic as Sam watched.
He’s not going to touch himself to this. He can’t. He has a job to do.
It’s Hell.
Maybe not. But it really sucks.
He grips the sides of the laptop tightly, palms slick with sweat. He pants, jaw clenched tightly. Gabriel planned this, the bastard, Sam thinks. He fucking knew Sam would watch it all. One last, great prank.
Sam thinks he’s actually going to miss the son of a bitch.
He should really close the laptop, he thinks, or at the least find some other porn to finish the job, but he can’t. Gabriel got him, and Sam figures he can at least send Gabriel off properly.
By watching him get off. And then getting off.
Sam wonders if God is rethinking Sam’s free admission to Heaven card yet.
The heat from the laptop’s fans has soaked through his pants, and the sensation of warmth on top of everything made Sam’s eyes roll. The blonde’s shrieking groans and gasps rocket through the air, and it’s almost enough, so close to enough.
Then Gabriel turns and looks directly at the screen.
It rolls through Sam, dragging a retched, wrecked groan out of him, and his hips give a tiny, aborted thrust before he’s coming in his pants. His eyes roll back and he loses his grip on his laptop, and it slides down his legs as the room whites out.
He drowsily comes back to himself, panting but boneless. He’s sticky and uncomfortable, but doesn’t want to lose the weightless feeling yet.
Then someone clears their throat.
He jolts up, grabbing his laptop and staring at the door, fully expecting and amused Dean standing there. Instead, there’s nothing, the door is closed, the blinds are drawn. He’s alone.
“No, Sasquatch, down here.”
Sam tries to think of a more embarrassing moment as his eyes slowly fall to the laptop on his thighs. His mind draws a blank, but that could just be from the shock coursing through his system.
Gabriel is sitting on a small, red armchair, dressed in the exact same clothes he’d worn before, same green jacket, red shirt, same blue jeans. And he’s smirking.
“Didn’t think either of you boys would watch the whole thing through,” Gabriel drawls, leaning back and placing both hands behind his head. “I didn’t know you missed me so much, Sammy.”
“Oh fucking Jeez,” Sam gasps, feeling his face heat.
Gabriel waggles his eyebrows. Sam buries his face in his hands. This is Sam’s most embarrassing moment. Nothing can top this. Slept with a demon, started the apocalypse, and came to a porno staring the Archangel Gabriel.
Fuck.
That’s when the motel door opens.
“Sam, they didn’t have a sal-what’s goin’ on?!”
Sam can hear Dean drop the food on the other bed, but he can’t bring himself to say anything. Instead, he just gestures to the laptop, hiding his face. He feels the weight lift off of him.
“Hey, Deano!”
“Dude, what the fuck?!”
“Well, it’s good to see you, too! Did you miss me?”
“Why’re you in Sam’s laptop?”
“Because that’s where Sam put me.”
“And… wait, what? Get out of there.”
Gabriel sighs, and Sam finally lifts his head. Dean’s sitting down with the laptop on his lap. He leans over just enough to see the screen, ignoring the cooling mess in his pants. Gabriel’s eyes flick over to him before he clears his throat and drops his gaze to his feet.
“Well,” he begins, slowly, “I’m… stuck.”
Sam stares. “You’re stuck.”
Gabriel nods. “Yup.”
“In my laptop.”
“Yup.”
Dean shakes his head. “How?”
Gabriel scowls at them. “Well, I had to make two fully functional copies of myself, and transfer myself into this DVD,” he snaps. “My energy’s pretty drained.”
Dean frowns, eyes narrowing. “So you drained your battery, and now need to recharge?”
Gabriel smirks, pointing at Dean through the laptop screen. “And we have a winner!”
Sam stares at the power bar on his laptop. “Should I… plug it in?”
Gabriel scowls. “I’m not an appliance. My grace will recharge on its own.” He swallows, looking away. “In… a couple weeks.”
Sam’s eyes narrow. “But until then…?”
Gabriel sighs, throwing his hands into the air. “I won’t be able to do anything outside this laptop.”
Dean drops backward onto the bed and the laptop rocks. “That’s just perfect.”
“At least,” Gabriel begins, “you’ll have the fastest search engine in all the world wide web.”
“Yay,” Dean grumbles, “we have Goobriel.”
Sam rolls his eyes and turns back to Gabriel. “Look, what you did back there-”
“Oh man, please,” Gabriel says, leaning backwards in his chair. “Look, just because we slept together doesn’t mean we need to have these touchy-feely moments.”
Dean snaps back up like a jack-in-the-box. “What?!”
Sam curls in on himself and waits to die.