Fic Twofer: Temporarily Misplaced AND I've Been Learning to Drive (My Whole Life)
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Title: Temporarily Misplaced
Pairing: Castiel/Gabriel
Rating: PG
Warning: Angelcest. I make no apologies.
Summary: Castiel had assumed he was lost for good.
Disclaimer: Still don't own and that's okay.
Notes: Written for comment_fic forever ago.
Gabriel grinned at him like nothing was wrong, like the apocalypse wasn't nipping at their heels, while his grace curled around Castiel like he still had a right.
Forgetting himself for a moment, Castiel sank into the familiarity of his brother's essence as his own grace unfurled from his human vessel, licking outward to tangle with Gabriel. His fingers curled in Gabriel's hair and pressed down along his cheek. Blood pumped beneath the skin, mingled the power of creation.
"You are not using a human vessel." Castiel said with wonder, continuing to touch with hands and grace.
"Nope, it's all me in here, little brother. Feel free to take your time, I'll be here all week."
Castiel frowned. "You may take your leisure Gabriel, but Revelation is coming quicker than anticipated."
"Revelation isn't the only one." Gabriel huffed, now taking his own turn to run slick hands over Castiel and the flesh that encased him.
"Gabriel," Castiel bit his lip, such a human habit, Gabriel wanted to do it for him. "I lost you."
"Temporarily misplaced." Gabriel said looking serious for a short moment.
"I had assumed you ripped out your grace. I feared you had fallen."
"Nah, self mutilation isn't really my style. Too messy and unattractive. But it's nice to know you still care -makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside."
"Do not joke." Castiel pulled away, his hands, his grace, but Gabriel caught him by the wrist, snatching him back and pressing a burning kiss to his open palm that seemed to sear through Castiel's skin.
"Hey-hey now, what kind of big brother would I be if I let you fight heaven and hell all by your lonesome." Gabriel asked, rubbing his cheek into the scorch mark, now red and inflamed on Castiel's hand. "I can't let you have all the fun."
"You will help us? The Winchesters and I?"
Gabriel sighed, sounding very put upon. "I suppose the Winchesters are included. But I still want to paint the car glitter pink and switch Dean's voice with Fran Drescher's while he's trying to pick up women."
Castiel's grace warmed around them, flexing and relaxing as Gabriel's followed suit. "I'm sure we can negotiate the terms later when both Dean and Sam are present."
"Super! Speaking of negotiations, how about that tie, Castiel? It's got to go. In fact I think the entire heavenly accountant get up needs to go the way of zumba pants and MC Hammer. You're a free agent now! No need to go getting yourself confused with an H&R employee."
"Gabriel-" Castiel didn't understand all of his brother's jokes or references, but was lulled into a sense of security by the sound of his voice, that coming from human vocal chords and beyond in the language of angels, whispering "You found me" against his ear.
"And I'm here to stay." Gabriel said in both tongues before pressing the words into Castiel's skin, ready to prove he meant them.
Title: I've Been Learning to Drive (My Whole Life)
Pairing: Castiel/Gabriel
Rating: R
Warning: Angelcest, again I regret nothing!
Summary: Impala sex. Full stop.
Disclaimer: Kripke's sandbox, I'm just trespassing. Also the titles from Arcade Fire's "In The Backseat".
Notes: Written for the Gabriel kinkmeme.
Angels don't get tired. Their bodies don't need sleep or food. When an angel inhabits a vessel it ceases to be human and their fragility and trivial needs become completely irrelevant.
But Castiel's feels tired. He hasn't found his father yet and that wears on him, as does being completely estranged for his garrison for the first time in thousands of years. He reaches out blindly into the night for something familiar, something accessible.
Gabriel is closer than he expects. Closer to the Winchesters than Castiel had been aware and that makes him anxious as he appears outside the hunters' motel in the dark parking lot. Gabriel's leaning casually against Dean's car, arms folded and waiting.
"Rough day?"
Castiel merely cocks his head to the side.
"I know- I know, the passing of human days holds little meaning to our kind. It's the sentiment that I was really going for."
His heart warms when Gabriel says our kind though he stops short and wonders if he's reading too far into Gabriel's flippant words.
"You know what will make you feel loads better?" Gabriel leers and wiggles an eyebrow. Sexual harassment seems to be his default setting and Castiel has little defense to it but ignorance.
"Not any sort of alcoholic beverage." Castiel says, preempting any Dean-like response.
"Of course not, that's for humans. I was going to suggest fooling around in the Impala."
"Which is not at all human." He's been learning sarcasm and Gabriel raises an eyebrow in amusement.
He chuckles low in his throat and Castiel feels a shiver go down his spine. "Maybe, but not all human ideas are bad. Lemon heads? Awesome. Season 20 of Law & Order? Not so much."
Gabriel opens the door behind him and reaches for Castiel.
"I like this body." He murmurs as he runs hands down Castiel's sides and slides them beneath layers of clothes to touch skin.
"Yes, you've mentioned." Castiel tries not to feel flattered, but still flushes beneath Gabriel's gaze.
He slides into the back seat nice and easy, spreading his legs as Gabriel shuffles between his knees. Under normal circumstances the backseat of the Impala is not big enough for them both. But these are not normal circumstances and pleasure hums low in Castiel's throat as Gabriel kisses him breathless. He presses a thigh up against Castiel's hardening length before pushing up and looking around the car's interior.
"Dean lost his virginity back here. So did Sam."
Castiel wraps arms around his neck, attempting to draw Gabriel back into the kiss as begins to rub off against Gabriel's leg.
"Not together, but still that's pretty fucked up."
"Gabriel," Castiel pants against his neck, "I believe there is an old proverb about black pots and kettles that we will revisit later."
Gabriel huffs a laugh before devoting his full attention to his own brother.
Castiel hasn't quite gotten used to the idea of stamina yet and Gabriel is moving between his legs, squeezing and kneading his thighs before taking his cock in hand. Even through the fabric of his slacks it feels so good that Castiel moans loud and open mouthed.
This isn't their first time and Castiel’s known since first glance, since seeing his brother play in full Trickster glory, that sins no longer apply to Gabriel. Castiel doesn’t share his sense of freedom, but in a world that feels so awful and sick and grimy- what feels good, pleasure, is gaining traction in his mind.
Castiel shudders in Gabriel's grasp, arching his back and clawing at the leather interior. He turns his head and inhales the heady scent of leather. This car smells like comfort. The Winchesters spend more time driving than they do sleeping these days and sometimes Castiel goes along for the ride. With no demons to fight and no looming pressure, it's their best times together.
And Gabriel is so familiar, his grace burning hot and bright within the tiny car. It has nowhere to go but up against Castiel and he revels in the heat. He comes as it washes over him.
And grunts as Gabriel tugs his lower lip between his teeth, pulling more pleasure from Castiel’s rent body until his skin vibrates and he feels dizzy and satisfied.
Gabriel’s forehead presses against his as the archangel sucks in deep, unnecessary breaths.
“If that hadn’t been so great I’d be embarrassed that we both just came in our pants.”
Castiel doesn’t feel embarrassed, just sticky and even that’s gone with a snap of Gabriel’s fingers.
“We should hijack the car more often.” Gabriel says, nuzzling his throat like an overgrown cat.
Castiel feels good, satiated and in clean clothes. He thinks he’s smiling and is only certain when Gabriel grins in response.
Title: Temporarily Misplaced
Pairing: Castiel/Gabriel
Rating: PG
Warning: Angelcest. I make no apologies.
Summary: Castiel had assumed he was lost for good.
Disclaimer: Still don't own and that's okay.
Notes: Written for comment_fic forever ago.
Gabriel grinned at him like nothing was wrong, like the apocalypse wasn't nipping at their heels, while his grace curled around Castiel like he still had a right.
Forgetting himself for a moment, Castiel sank into the familiarity of his brother's essence as his own grace unfurled from his human vessel, licking outward to tangle with Gabriel. His fingers curled in Gabriel's hair and pressed down along his cheek. Blood pumped beneath the skin, mingled the power of creation.
"You are not using a human vessel." Castiel said with wonder, continuing to touch with hands and grace.
"Nope, it's all me in here, little brother. Feel free to take your time, I'll be here all week."
Castiel frowned. "You may take your leisure Gabriel, but Revelation is coming quicker than anticipated."
"Revelation isn't the only one." Gabriel huffed, now taking his own turn to run slick hands over Castiel and the flesh that encased him.
"Gabriel," Castiel bit his lip, such a human habit, Gabriel wanted to do it for him. "I lost you."
"Temporarily misplaced." Gabriel said looking serious for a short moment.
"I had assumed you ripped out your grace. I feared you had fallen."
"Nah, self mutilation isn't really my style. Too messy and unattractive. But it's nice to know you still care -makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside."
"Do not joke." Castiel pulled away, his hands, his grace, but Gabriel caught him by the wrist, snatching him back and pressing a burning kiss to his open palm that seemed to sear through Castiel's skin.
"Hey-hey now, what kind of big brother would I be if I let you fight heaven and hell all by your lonesome." Gabriel asked, rubbing his cheek into the scorch mark, now red and inflamed on Castiel's hand. "I can't let you have all the fun."
"You will help us? The Winchesters and I?"
Gabriel sighed, sounding very put upon. "I suppose the Winchesters are included. But I still want to paint the car glitter pink and switch Dean's voice with Fran Drescher's while he's trying to pick up women."
Castiel's grace warmed around them, flexing and relaxing as Gabriel's followed suit. "I'm sure we can negotiate the terms later when both Dean and Sam are present."
"Super! Speaking of negotiations, how about that tie, Castiel? It's got to go. In fact I think the entire heavenly accountant get up needs to go the way of zumba pants and MC Hammer. You're a free agent now! No need to go getting yourself confused with an H&R employee."
"Gabriel-" Castiel didn't understand all of his brother's jokes or references, but was lulled into a sense of security by the sound of his voice, that coming from human vocal chords and beyond in the language of angels, whispering "You found me" against his ear.
"And I'm here to stay." Gabriel said in both tongues before pressing the words into Castiel's skin, ready to prove he meant them.
Title: I've Been Learning to Drive (My Whole Life)
Pairing: Castiel/Gabriel
Rating: R
Warning: Angelcest, again I regret nothing!
Summary: Impala sex. Full stop.
Disclaimer: Kripke's sandbox, I'm just trespassing. Also the titles from Arcade Fire's "In The Backseat".
Notes: Written for the Gabriel kinkmeme.
Angels don't get tired. Their bodies don't need sleep or food. When an angel inhabits a vessel it ceases to be human and their fragility and trivial needs become completely irrelevant.
But Castiel's feels tired. He hasn't found his father yet and that wears on him, as does being completely estranged for his garrison for the first time in thousands of years. He reaches out blindly into the night for something familiar, something accessible.
Gabriel is closer than he expects. Closer to the Winchesters than Castiel had been aware and that makes him anxious as he appears outside the hunters' motel in the dark parking lot. Gabriel's leaning casually against Dean's car, arms folded and waiting.
"Rough day?"
Castiel merely cocks his head to the side.
"I know- I know, the passing of human days holds little meaning to our kind. It's the sentiment that I was really going for."
His heart warms when Gabriel says our kind though he stops short and wonders if he's reading too far into Gabriel's flippant words.
"You know what will make you feel loads better?" Gabriel leers and wiggles an eyebrow. Sexual harassment seems to be his default setting and Castiel has little defense to it but ignorance.
"Not any sort of alcoholic beverage." Castiel says, preempting any Dean-like response.
"Of course not, that's for humans. I was going to suggest fooling around in the Impala."
"Which is not at all human." He's been learning sarcasm and Gabriel raises an eyebrow in amusement.
He chuckles low in his throat and Castiel feels a shiver go down his spine. "Maybe, but not all human ideas are bad. Lemon heads? Awesome. Season 20 of Law & Order? Not so much."
Gabriel opens the door behind him and reaches for Castiel.
"I like this body." He murmurs as he runs hands down Castiel's sides and slides them beneath layers of clothes to touch skin.
"Yes, you've mentioned." Castiel tries not to feel flattered, but still flushes beneath Gabriel's gaze.
He slides into the back seat nice and easy, spreading his legs as Gabriel shuffles between his knees. Under normal circumstances the backseat of the Impala is not big enough for them both. But these are not normal circumstances and pleasure hums low in Castiel's throat as Gabriel kisses him breathless. He presses a thigh up against Castiel's hardening length before pushing up and looking around the car's interior.
"Dean lost his virginity back here. So did Sam."
Castiel wraps arms around his neck, attempting to draw Gabriel back into the kiss as begins to rub off against Gabriel's leg.
"Not together, but still that's pretty fucked up."
"Gabriel," Castiel pants against his neck, "I believe there is an old proverb about black pots and kettles that we will revisit later."
Gabriel huffs a laugh before devoting his full attention to his own brother.
Castiel hasn't quite gotten used to the idea of stamina yet and Gabriel is moving between his legs, squeezing and kneading his thighs before taking his cock in hand. Even through the fabric of his slacks it feels so good that Castiel moans loud and open mouthed.
This isn't their first time and Castiel’s known since first glance, since seeing his brother play in full Trickster glory, that sins no longer apply to Gabriel. Castiel doesn’t share his sense of freedom, but in a world that feels so awful and sick and grimy- what feels good, pleasure, is gaining traction in his mind.
Castiel shudders in Gabriel's grasp, arching his back and clawing at the leather interior. He turns his head and inhales the heady scent of leather. This car smells like comfort. The Winchesters spend more time driving than they do sleeping these days and sometimes Castiel goes along for the ride. With no demons to fight and no looming pressure, it's their best times together.
And Gabriel is so familiar, his grace burning hot and bright within the tiny car. It has nowhere to go but up against Castiel and he revels in the heat. He comes as it washes over him.
And grunts as Gabriel tugs his lower lip between his teeth, pulling more pleasure from Castiel’s rent body until his skin vibrates and he feels dizzy and satisfied.
Gabriel’s forehead presses against his as the archangel sucks in deep, unnecessary breaths.
“If that hadn’t been so great I’d be embarrassed that we both just came in our pants.”
Castiel doesn’t feel embarrassed, just sticky and even that’s gone with a snap of Gabriel’s fingers.
“We should hijack the car more often.” Gabriel says, nuzzling his throat like an overgrown cat.
Castiel feels good, satiated and in clean clothes. He thinks he’s smiling and is only certain when Gabriel grins in response.