Wine, Archangels and Song (4/4)
"Just passing through, Sheriff, following the trail of a cold case on my own time, and I dropped into your office as a courtesy. I'll be moving on later today or tomorrow."
The sheriff hrumpfed in response before continuing. "All right, I appreciate the notice; if there's anything we can do to help, let me know."
"Thanks, but my plans for tonight include a cold beer and a comfortable bed," Dean said cheerfully. He ended the conversation after a few more pleasantries and then returned to the hotel, grateful to find that Gabriel's repair to the air conditioning was still working and that the archangel was lying in the middle of the king-sized bed, nude and stroking himself.
"Took you long enough."
"You could've come back to get me," Dean pointed out, never taking his eyes off Gabriel as he made short work of stripping. His clothes were tossed aside without regard for where they landed, and then he was stalking to the bed, bracing one knee on the edge as he looked down at Gabriel hungrily.
"What? It isn't enough that I took care of Dionysus--Aphrodite sends her love by the way--healed all those men and made everyone forget the women tried to eat them? I was supposed to play taxi too?" Gabriel snorted and reached out, crooking a finger and beckoning Dean closer.
"Kind of hard to fuck you when we're not in the same place," Dean said, his normally gravelly voice growing huskier as he moved to straddle Gabriel, who shifted to rest his hands on Dean's hips.
"Same place now, so what's stopping you?"
"Nothing at all," Dean assured him an instant before he leaned forward, bracing his hand on either side of Gabriel's head, and kissed him, Gabriel's mouth opening beneath his so that their tongues could slide together, and his fingers pressed against Dean's ass.
Dean groaned, his hips jerking convulsively, and he nudged Gabriel's legs apart so he could settle between them without ever breaking the kiss. Gabriel seemed to be very happy to go along with this though he did sneak one hand in between them to take Dean's cock in his now slick grip and slowly jack it.
"Guess we don't ever have to worry about running out of lube," Dean chuckled breathlessly, arching his back to thrust into Gabriel's fist. He slid a hand up Gabriel's thigh, petting the taut muscle, but rather than touching the straining cock, he lightly drew a fingertip over the silky smooth skin behind his sac.
Gabriel squirmed at the light sensation, one leg rising up to hook around Dean's hips. "Just call me Mr. Helpful."
"How 'bout I just call you Gabe," Dean murmured, turning his hand to cup Gabriel's balls in his palm, gently rolling them.
"I can deal with that." Gabriel's voice had grown deep and raspy, and he shifted his grip on Dean to rub his thumb over the head of his cock.
"Good." Dean clearly wasn't paying a lot of attention to the conversation, instead watching Gabriel's reactions as he slowly explored the angel's body.
"So is this what I'm going to get every time we solve a case?" Gabriel asked, writhing beneath Dean as his calluses brushed his sensitive skin.
"I hope you're not going to make me wait till then to do this again," Dean replied, his green eyes almost black with arousal as he stared down at Gabriel.
"Do I look stupid to you?"
Dean laughed. "Good answer."
One hand kept some of his weight off the angel as he pressed a line of kisses down Gabriel's chest, coming close to but never quite touching the rigid nipples that beckoned.
"Because I'm not stupid." Agile fingers traced their way along Dean's cock while Gabriel slid his free hand up to tangle in his short hair, urging him into more contact.
"No, you're not." Dean chuckled raspily and gave in to Gabriel's urging, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of Gabriel's chest before closing not quite gently around one nipple, causing the archangel to arch up beneath him, the low grunt he gave clearly showing that he was appreciating the sensation.
Gabriel's fingers flexed against Dean's scalp, and he flexed the muscles in his thigh, pressing Dean's body closer against his then squirming against him.
A muffled chuckle escaped around the nipple in Dean's mouth, and he continued to tease Gabriel with feather-light touches for a short while longer. Eventually, however, it wasn't enough for him either, and a single finger pressed against the ring of muscle he'd been ignoring up till then.
"Now would be good," Gabriel murmured, the skin beneath Dean's digit suddenly growing slick enough to allow him access.
"Demanding, aren't you?" Dean chuckled, releasing the reddened nipple to grin down at the man beneath him. A second finger joined the first, and Dean bit back a groan at the feeling of the tight muscle gripping him.
"Used to getting my own way."
"Get over it." Dean gave him a quick nip by way of punctuation, and his fingers crooked inside Gabriel, causing him to gasp, his head falling back onto the pillows and his eyes closing for a brief moment.
"That's doable," was murmured before he dragged Dean upward to slant their mouths together.
Unable to wait any longer, Dean pulled his hand back to grip Gabriel's hip, and then he was pushing into him, groaning with pleasure, Gabriel clenching down on him, his tongue sliding against Dean's as he ate at Dean's groans.
Dean held still for a short time, but then he had to move. He forced himself to draw back slowly, feeling every spasm inside Gabriel, and then he drove forward, only to stop again once he was buried to the hilt.
"What is this?" Gabriel panted, pulling back from Dean so that he could speak. "Red light, green light?"
"It's called teasing the angel," Dean informed him, doing it again.
"You know what that gets you, don't you?" Gabriel panted as Dean began to pull out of him again.
"An angel's ass?"
Gabriel's laugh was harsh and accompanied by a spasming of his muscles. "For now it does."
"Then it's all good." Dean smirked down at him, his grin widening as Gabriel tried to glare at him. Then, with Gabriel expecting more of the same, Dean suddenly gave him a series of rapid, hard thrusts, the archangel's legs clamping down around his waist as his hands slipped to Dean's arms and tightened, leaving finger-shaped bruises, one on top of the mark Castiel had left on Dean's upper arm.
Dean shuddered and bit his lower lip, his back arching as the bite of pain only added to the pleasure he was feeling. "Fuck, you're hot," he rasped, continuing to drive into Gabriel forcefully.
"Damn right I am," Gabriel purred, undulating upward against Dean's thrusts, "you are too though."
"Damn right I am," Dean parroted. "We're too hot for anyone else." He lowered himself so that every thrust dragged his belly over Gabriel's straining cock.
In answer, Gabriel slid his hands lower, leaving an identical pair of marks on Dean's ass as he ground up against the weight covering him, his cock leaking precome against Dean's stomach and groin.
"Fuck," Dean groaned, shivering. He'd always liked a bit of an edge with his sex, but Gabriel was hitting buttons he hadn't even known he'd had. "I think I love--your ass." The tiny pause was almost imperceptible.
"It is a stellar one," Gabriel panted, giving a cocky grin that dissolved into a pleasured smile as Dean drove inward again, angling himself to rub against Gabriel's prostate.
"Can't argue that." Dean took Gabriel's mouth again, needing to claim him in every way as he felt the tension coil at the base of his spine.
They moved together, the thrusts becoming short and sharp as pleasure spiked, then Gabriel shuddered, the muscles in his ass rippling around Dean's cock. Dean tried to hold on, not wanting it to end yet, but Gabriel's spasms drove him over the edge as well, and he came after only a few more rapid jabs.
They lay together, limbs entangled, Gabriel stroking his hands over Dean's heaving, sweat-soaked back, until he had recovered, then the archangel sighed in pleasure. "Oh yeah, definitely worth sending Dionysus to sleep again."
Dean snorted. "What else were we going to do with him?" He shook his head. "Not that this wasn't going to happen no matter what."
"I had to wait," Gabriel pointed out with a pout. "I'm not used to waiting."
"You sayin' I'm not worth waiting for?"
Gabriel only grinned and pulled Dean in for another kiss that broke off when Dean's cell phone rang, the sound muffled because it was buried in the tangle of his clothes.
"Fuck, bad timing," Dean groaned. "Damn it," he grumbled after raising his head and realizing that his pants and cell phone were across the room. "Sam sucks."
"Yes, but the question is, does he suck well," Gabriel chuckled, holding out his hand then passing Dean the cell phone that had appeared in it.
Dean made gagging noises and then whacked Gabriel in the head. "That's my brother! Gross!"
"Ow!" Gabriel snickered. "What? You don't want Sam to get any?" he asked.
"Not from us!" Dean growled just before answering his phone.
"Hey," Sam sounded relaxed and happy. "Did you manage to find out what's going on there yet?"
"Hi, Sammy. Yeah, turned out to be Dionysus turning women into Maenads, but he's taking a centuries-long nap now."
"A nap?" Sam's confusion was plainly audible. "Just how did you do that?"
"Hi, Sam!" Gabriel called brightly.
Dean bit back a groan and glared at the angel whose ass he was still in. "Gabe made him tea."
"Tea?" Now Sam sounded lost. "And was that Gabriel there with you?"
"Yeah, he got bored in Heaven or something."
"Has he killed you yet?"
"Only with kindness," Gabriel snickered.
"Shut up, Gabe," Dean growled, biting back a moan when Gabriel shifted under him.
"You okay?" Sam asked. "Did Dionysus do anything before you gave him his... tea?"
Dean sighed. "No, Dionysus didn't do anything to me." There was the barest emphasis on the god's name.
"Did Gabriel?"
There was no way around it. "Nothing I didn't want him to."
There was a moment of stunned silence before Sam answered. "Dean, tell me you didn't sleep with him."
"Still is in fact," Gabriel called out, "but no sleeping was involved."
"No fucking way are you talking to me while he's fucking you!"
Dean was laughing too hard to answer.
"Actually, he was fucking me, and we finished--for now."
Sam groaned. "Jesus, Dean, why did you answer the phone?"
"Because it rang. And like he said, we were done... for the moment."
"Jesus! I need to bleach my brain now."
"Oh, so you don't want to know that I'm still in him?"
Sam screamed, and the call disconnected.
"Nice tormenting," Gabriel observed through his laughter. "You remind me of me."
"There's a reason we get along so well and Sam hates you," Dean replied cheerfully.
"I think that's more because I killed you a hundred times or so, but this works too."
Dean eyed him wryly. "It's probably a good thing for this," he rocked his hips slightly, never having fully softened, "that I don't remember any of that."
"You can't say I'm not a nice guy," Gabriel snickered, undulating beneath Dean's weight.
"Sure I can, but I happen to like bad boys," Dean informed him, gasping.
"Good thing I can do that as well."
"I never doubted it for a second."
"Aww, you have faith in me." Gabriel grinned and circled his hips beneath Dean's.
"Gabe, you spent how long as the Trickster? No one doubts you can do bad." Dean managed not to whimper as Gabe's muscles rubbed his sensitized flesh.
"Ah, but there's bad, and then there's bad."
Dean snorted. "Oh, shut up and move."
"Yes sir, General Winchester, sir," Gabriel laughed before doing as Dean ordered, shifting Dean with ease as he arched up off the bed then, holding him in place as he gyrated beneath him.
"Jesus fuck!" Dean yelped, his fingers clutching at the angel's arms even as his back arched uncontrollably, trying to get deeper inside Gabriel again.
"What? You said move." Gabriel asked innocently as he continued with what he was doing.
"You give new meaning to topping from the bottom!"
"Anyone ever tell you that you bitch a lot?"
"I usually don't let the same person stick around long enough to give a shit."
Gabriel seemed to consider this remark even as he continued to move, letting Dean drop a fraction of an inch so that he could slip that much deeper into him. "Same here for the most part. Humanity in general, yeah, it's a good thing, but on the individual level..."
Dean gave him a horrified look when it seemed likely that Gabriel was about to discuss feelings. "You know, you could just flip us over and ride me."
"I don't want you to feel like you aren't in control," Gabriel snickered, making Dean roll his eyes.
"What the fuck ever. C'mon, do it."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch. Most guys would be happy to get laid twice in half an hour." As he spoke, Gabriel managed to flip them over without Dean slipping from him and sat up, his smile turning sensual as the move changed Dean's angle within him.
"Oh fuck," Dean breathed prayerfully. This time it was his fingers that bit into hips hard enough to bruise, and he stared up at Gabriel with an almost blissful expression on his face. "I'm going to die from too much sex, but what a way to go."
"If you do, I'll bring you back," Gabriel promised as he rocked in place, his movements short and sinuous.
"Oh hell, you will, won't you?" Dean suddenly grinned. "Okay, archangel, show me what you've got."
Gabriel smirked at that before falling still, though his muscles clenched down around Dean rhythmically.
"Bastard," Dean groaned, his fingers flexing on Gabriel's hips. "Moving would be good."
"Like this?" Gabriel asked, flexing his hips the tiniest amount.
"Fucking tease," Dean panted, trying to thrust but finding that Gabriel had him restrained. "Damn it, Gabe, come on!"
The archangel rolled his hips, at the same time clenching down around Dean's cock, then he suddenly released Dean's wrists and grinned, waiting to see what he would do.
Dean grinned up into the brown eyes as he curled a fist around Gabriel's cock and started to jerk him off.
"Mmm, nice," the archangel sighed, arching his back though his movements didn't change at all.
"You're not going to move any faster till you're damn good and ready, are you?" Dean groaned.
"You want it faster, get on top," Gabriel chuckled.
"Bossy angel," Dean muttered, stroking Gabriel a little faster.
"Boo hoo," Gabriel's hips flexed with a fraction more strength.
"Good thing I happen to like that in a guy."
"Knew that already." The move that Gabriel performed next should have been impossible for anyone with a spine.
"Know-it--Oh fuck!" Dean groaned, his back arching as he drove up to meet Gabriel, the archangel driving down to meet his thrust, their coming together dragging a groan from his throat.
"Perfect," Dean rasped, "you're perfect."
Gabriel's mouth curved into the slightest of genuine smiles before he gave in and rode Dean, slamming down onto his cock again and again, Dean driving up to meet each downward lunge, the slow, languid love-making giving way to hot, hungry fucking.
The bed slammed against the wall, loud, hollow thumps punctuating their movements, and Gabriel curved a hand behind Dean's neck, drawing him up for a searing kiss that Dean was only too happy to give. He curled his arms around the archangel's shoulders, holding himself up, tiny whimpers escaping him with every breath at how tightly Gabriel clenched around him.
"Fuck yeah," Gabriel whispered against his mouth just before he spasmed, gouting over Dean's chest.
Dean gasped and managed a few more thrusts into the rippling body before the last of his control shredded and he was coming as well, a harsh groan tearing from him as he did.
When Dean dropped back to the bed, Gabriel collapsed on top of him, sighing decadently in pleasure. After a moment spent panting, Dean moved one hand the tiniest amount against Gabriel's back.
"Okay, yeah, you can do that again whenever you like."
"So glad I have permission," Gabriel chuckled.
"See, wasn't it worth waiting for?"
Gabriel pushed up on his hands at that, staring down at Dean incredulously. "You aren't serious, are you?"
Dean laughed. "What, you don't think it was?"
"Just who was suggesting we do this much earlier than this?"
Dean kissed him, and Gabriel snorted against his mouth. "Not quite the reaction I was going for," Dean chuckled.
"And just what reaction were you going for?"
"Something a bit more like a kiss back."
"Well, I can't be predictable, can I?"
"You've never been accused of that."
"Awww, you're so sweet," Gabriel crooned.
It was Dean's turn to snort. "And that's something that I'm definitely not."
Gabriel's eyebrows rose, and he smirked. "Mmm hmm."
"You're weird."
"And?"
Dean laughed. "And I guess that's why we get along."
"Twisted minds think alike," Gabriel grinned.
"I don't think anyone's as twisted as you, but yeah. Neither of us is trying to improve," Dean shuddered at the word, "each other."
Gabriel shuddered as well, his whole body shifting with the motion. "Not in a million years--and I mean that literally."
"Yeah, well, I don't have nearly that long, but in general I agree."
"Being a bad influence is more amusing."
"And you've taken that to a whole new level," Dean chuckled.
"Though I don't force anything on them; I simply present a choice."
"You do have a way of presenting choices that lead to the one you want," Dean pointed out. "Trickster."
Gabriel shrugged and smirked. "I keep things from getting boring."
"Is that what we're calling it now?"
"Have you ever been bored around me?"
Dean snorted. "I've been killed in any number of ways, shot, trapped in various TV shows and had a lot of headaches, but no, I've never been bored."
Gabriel winked and snatched a kiss before rolling onto his back with a satisfied sigh.
Dean turned to his side to look at Gabe, unaware of the small smile playing around his lips. "Do you miss it? Being the Trickster, I mean?"
Gabriel paused, musing over the question, before finally nodding. "I do; it was... liberating. Being Gabriel comes with expectations."
"Gabe, having met some of your family, I can only say that my expectations are low, and I only hope you're never anything like them."
"Never, you have my word," the archangel promised. "And even worse than expectations are the rules."
"Only till you figure out a way around them."
"I'm not sure I can find a way around these, as much as it hurts me to admit it. They're rather iron-clad."
"Well, that sucks. Hey, maybe we can see if we can find a way around them," Dean offered.
"Well, it would certainly make your life easier if we could, but I don't want to get my leash yanked, so we have to be careful."
"I don't want anyone else yanking your leash either," Dean told him. "That's entirely my prerogative."
"Mmm, kinky, we can try that some time if you want.
"I'm going to hold you to that."
"I was hoping that you'd say that."
"Works out pretty well, huh?"
"Yes, we do," Gabriel murmured.
"Never thought I'd say this to an angel, but I'm glad you're around."
"That being the case, mind if I do something to the sigils on your ribs?" the archangel asked, giving a pleading, puppy-dog expression.
"Uh, like what exactly?" Dean asked warily.
"Just twist one of them so I can find you. If you want, I can make it so the little bro can as well."
"Sure, that'd make things easier. Just you two, though, right?"
Gabriel looked wounded that Dean would doubt him.
"Hey, just makin' sure. I don't want the other jerkoffs tracking me down."
"You think I feel any different? Now just lie back and think of sex..." Gabriel shifted to sit cross-legged beside Dean and laid a hand on his chest before closing his eyes.
"Like I'd be thinking of anything else when we're both naked and you're touching me," Dean muttered, bracing himself for the same pain that he'd felt when Castiel initially made the sigils. He looked surprised when Gabriel opened his eyes again.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"Nope. All done, why?"
"Done? I didn't feel anything."
"Archangel," Gabriel reminded him.
"Guess I'm still getting used to that. It's not like I had much to compare it to; there aren't many of you, after all, and the other two were dicks."
"Not arguing with that at all. Cas did a good job on those sigils, by the way; I just neatened them up some." Gabriel grinned at the last. "Want to see?"
"My ribs? I don't think so!"
"I wasn't planning on slitting your chest open to show them to you," Gabriel scoffed before snapping his fingers, causing a glowing image to appear in the air before them.
"Oh, that's it?" Dean half sat up to get a better look at the sigils floating in the air. "So what did you change?"
"Those there." As Gabriel pointed, several sigils brightened and grew in size.
"Huh, that your name?"
"The left is mine, the right, Castiel's." Gabriel glanced at Dean, then at the sigils again before he spoke, the unfamiliar words ringing out in the air. "That's what they sound like in Enochian."
Dean nodded, his eyes intent on the sigils, memorizing them, and his finger rose to trace Gabriel's.
"I think it looks better in Comic sans serif," Gabriel mused before his attention switched to the foot of the bed where Castiel suddenly appeared.
Dean's eyes widened, and he turned scarlet, the tide washing halfway down his chest. "Christ, Cas, don't you know how to knock?!"
"Gabriel called, I came," Castiel answered mildly. "I was not aware of your state of undress."
"Sorry, Cas, didn't mean to disturb your ass-kicking." Gabriel didn't move as Dean tried to pull up the sheet he was sitting on. "I was just adjusting your work and reading what I'd done to Dean."
"Great, wonderful, we're all up to date, goodbye, Cas!" Dean groaned, pulling a pillow across his lap, not caring how ridiculous it looked.
"Why are you embarrassed? You have nothing to be ashamed of in your body, Dean," the dark-haired angel said seriously while Gabriel collapsed back on the bed, howling with laughter.
"I know I have nothing to be ashamed of!" Dean growled. "Doesn't mean I want to flaunt it to all and sundry!" He flopped back, an arm over his eyes. "Why does this shit always happen to me?"
"Because you're cute?" Gabriel offered.
"Wonderful," Dean groaned.
"Would you rather be ugly?" Castiel asked curiously.
Gabriel watched as Dean raised the pillow in his lap to cover his face.
"I think he's trying to kill himself," he remarked to his brother.
"Perhaps you should stop him."
Gabriel smirked, reached out, and tickled Dean's now soft cock, making him jump and jerk the pillow back down to his lap.
"Bastards!"
"Can created beings be bastards?" Gabriel asked curiously.
"I don't know the answer, and I believe that I do not want to know," Castiel murmured. "I would suggest the next time you call me, brother, you wait until Dean is clothed." With that, Castiel vanished again.
"I second that," Dean growled, glaring at Gabriel. "One angel in the bedroom's fine, but two is way too weird for me."
"I'll only agree because of the fact that one of the angels wouldn't have any idea of what to do in here."
Dean gawked at him. "Cas is really not my idea of threesome material."
Gabriel gave his best innocent look in return before collapsing into laughter, making Dean growl and thump him on the chest. "He's not. I took him to a whorehouse once, and he psychoanalyzed the girl. He just doesn't get sex."
"He's spent his whole existence in Heaven," Gabriel explained with a shudder. "Makes you feel sorry for him, but he enjoys it."
"Actually, I think he kind of likes it better down here now," Dean said. "We should take him out drinking some time."
"Remind me to create a vat of vodka if we do that."
Dean laughed. "He did seem to take to drinking. And he gives new meaning to excess. You'd better make that several vats."
"It takes a lot to get an angel drunk, even more for an archangel," Gabriel pointed out.
"Sounds like you're an expensive date," Dean chuckled. "Remind me to make sure you're paying if we go out drinking."
"Why pay when you can make it yourself?"
"You really are handy to have around," Dean said, beaming.
Gabriel smirked in response. "Among other things."
"Yeah, your hands are nowhere near my favorite part of you."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?"
"Because you're smarter than you pretend to be."
"Pot, kettle."
Dean grinned. "Shh, you'll blow my cover."
"Hey, it's only fair."
"If you hadn't kept coming after us, we'd never have figured out who you are," Dean pointed out smugly.
"I was bored; you guys were interesting."
Dean eyed him. "You killed me how many times?"
"Like, I said; interesting."
"I really hope you're not planning to combat boredom by killing me anymore."
"Nah, I have much more amusing things to do with you now," Gabriel assured him with a husky laugh.
"Oh good, I enjoy this a lot more."
"Somehow I thought that would be the case."
"Smug much?"
"Live with it."
"I'd like to."
"Live in general? I would hope so."
Dean glared. "Don't be an ass. You know I meant live with your smugness."
"Are you asking to get married?"
Dean sputtered, unable to get a word out, the reaction sending Gabriel into peals of laughter. "I guess that's a no," he managed to get out.
"That depends," Dean said with a wry smile. "Are you going to wear a lacey white dress?"
"Can it be Vera Wang?"
"If you're paying for it."
Gabriel snorted, snapped his fingers, and a mannequin in a decidedly ornate wedding gown appeared in the corner of the room. "Who needs to pay?"
Dean raised his head to look at the dress. "What, no veil, heels and thigh highs?"
The archangel glanced in Dean's direction, snapped his fingers again, and suddenly Gabriel was clothed in the requested garments, looking totally at ease in them.
After blinking for a moment, Dean sat up, his eyebrows raised. "Isn't it bad luck for me to see you in your dress before the wedding?"
"Not in the dress, am I," Gabriel pointed out.
"Ah, so you're not putting it on over... that?" Dean looked the mostly naked archangel up and down. "You know, you look surprising good in those stockings."
"Only you, Dean," Gabriel laughed, lifting his leg to take a look at it. "And yeah, they look better than fishnets; too much hair for those."
Dean burst into laughter. "Okay, so if we get married, no fishnets. Got it."
"Good man." Gabriel stretched, and the clothes vanished at the same time they both were cleaned up. "You hungry or ready to get some sleep?"
"Sleep first and then work up an appetite," Dean replied, already stretching out on the bed.
"Sounds like an excellent idea." A snap and the sheets were replaced with clean ones as Gabriel crossed his arms behind his head.
Dean hesitated for an instant before he shifted closer, draping one arm across the archangel's chest. "Good, I like it too," he mumbled, his eyes falling closed.
Gabriel hesitated a moment before wrapping an arm around Dean's shoulders, letting out a sigh of contentment as he did so. "Glad to hear it," he murmured, the words barely audible in the now quiet room.
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