I Want His Wings
Title: I Want His Wings
Author: sevenbee
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Gabriel
Spoilers: Season Five
Warnings: Wing!kink
Disclaimer: I own nothing; it's something I have to work on.
Prompt: Gabriel/Dean - Dean gets wings. Gabriel finds out. Cue hot porny wing!kink sex
Word Count: 768
Notes: Written for heavenreturned - her New Years gift. Prompt from the team_free_love comment meme.
One blink.
No, they were still there.
Another blink and yeah, they were there. White feathers, twinged with the slightest gold that made them shine bright even in this dull light of the Winchester's latest motel of hookers, unclean sheets and bottle of beer laying around the room.
Gabriel made a way to rub at his eyes as he stared at Dean's back - the hunter too busy swallowing down the double bacon cheeseburger he had gotten from the shop around the corner. He was looking at the small TV, commercials filling the room with noise.
"You going to sit down? I don't like you behind me." Dean muttered with a mouthful of the burger in his mouth.
Even if he did hear the hunter speak, it wasn't enough to get Gabriel moving from his awed position. "Dean..." He tried to say, what exactly, he doesn't know, but whatever it was, it dies on his lips as he steps forward. His hand stretches out and fingers card through the soft feathers and beneath his touch he feels the hunter tense.
A loud gulp coming from Dean before a voice filled with uncertainty speaks. "Gabriel... What are you doing?"
Gabriel licked his lips, his mouth going suddenly dry. "You... um, have wings... on your back." He says quietly and a deep rumble from his throat escapes as the feathers tickle between his fingers. The tickle between his finger's made his pants to constricting and tight that he released a breath.
Dean shifted, like he was the archangel's prey. "Ah, yeah, some witch did it..." He trailed off and before Gabriel knew it, Dean released a bitten off moan.
"Their beautiful." He noted, bringing his hand to the base of the wing and bringing it down along the line of the bone. Dean pushed his wing up into the touch and from his spot behind the hunter, he could see the burger had fallen from his hands.
Gabriel moved closer to Dean, his other hand falling against the other, following his movements of his other occupied hand and Dean moaned, this time not trying to cover it up. Nothing in that moan told him Dean wanted him to stop his workings, so he snapped his fingers, placing Dean - now shirtless - flat on his stomach and Gabriel straddling his hips.
His hands were buried in the white golden feathers, carding his fingers through each layer that forced out moans of wanton from the man beneath him. Muffling every third moan into the pillow his face was dug into.
Leaning over Dean, he pressed his lips to where bone meet back, giving it a kiss before suckling on the gentle skin that forced the hunter to roll his hips against the bed. Another snap of fingers removed the clothes between skin-to-skin contact.
With his index finger, Gabriel snaked it down Dean's spine and ran it between the hunter's cheeks. Skimming over Dean's entrance before pushing it into the warm heat.
Dean's legs spread and pushed back against Gabriel's fingers, trying to get the breaching finger deeper.
It didn't take long for Dean to become a mess of keening sounds as he was stretched open. 'More' and 'please' coming from his mouth repeatedly and uncontrollably and it only willed the archangel more before removing his fingers from the hunter's entrance.
There was a moment of a pause between actions, a sound of rustling wings and Gabriel sat up from his attack on Dean's back. Pure white wings slowly slid against white golden wings that forced a moan from both of them before Gabriel slowly bring himself home and against Dean's prostate.
With his wings heavy against the hunter's, feathers tying together and slow thrusts that sped up with every push in and notch on their climax, it wasn't long until either came with a shout. Gabriel falling limp against Dean, arms draped of his back and wings still covering Dean's.
Dean was breathing fast and even with the weight of the archangel - which was surprising not much - he didn't make a indication that he was going to move. That was until he had gotten his breathing back to a steady pace and shifted beneath Gabriel to roll on his back. It was awkward with the wings but he had done it.
Gabriel shifted to, so he was lying on the side of the hunter. His wings unfurling back into his vessel.
"No, keep them out. You're going to teach me how you did that."
Whoever that witch was, Gabriel was going to send a bunch of flowers to her.
Author: sevenbee
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Gabriel
Spoilers: Season Five
Warnings: Wing!kink
Disclaimer: I own nothing; it's something I have to work on.
Prompt: Gabriel/Dean - Dean gets wings. Gabriel finds out. Cue hot porny wing!kink sex
Word Count: 768
Notes: Written for heavenreturned - her New Years gift. Prompt from the team_free_love comment meme.
One blink.
No, they were still there.
Another blink and yeah, they were there. White feathers, twinged with the slightest gold that made them shine bright even in this dull light of the Winchester's latest motel of hookers, unclean sheets and bottle of beer laying around the room.
Gabriel made a way to rub at his eyes as he stared at Dean's back - the hunter too busy swallowing down the double bacon cheeseburger he had gotten from the shop around the corner. He was looking at the small TV, commercials filling the room with noise.
"You going to sit down? I don't like you behind me." Dean muttered with a mouthful of the burger in his mouth.
Even if he did hear the hunter speak, it wasn't enough to get Gabriel moving from his awed position. "Dean..." He tried to say, what exactly, he doesn't know, but whatever it was, it dies on his lips as he steps forward. His hand stretches out and fingers card through the soft feathers and beneath his touch he feels the hunter tense.
A loud gulp coming from Dean before a voice filled with uncertainty speaks. "Gabriel... What are you doing?"
Gabriel licked his lips, his mouth going suddenly dry. "You... um, have wings... on your back." He says quietly and a deep rumble from his throat escapes as the feathers tickle between his fingers. The tickle between his finger's made his pants to constricting and tight that he released a breath.
Dean shifted, like he was the archangel's prey. "Ah, yeah, some witch did it..." He trailed off and before Gabriel knew it, Dean released a bitten off moan.
"Their beautiful." He noted, bringing his hand to the base of the wing and bringing it down along the line of the bone. Dean pushed his wing up into the touch and from his spot behind the hunter, he could see the burger had fallen from his hands.
Gabriel moved closer to Dean, his other hand falling against the other, following his movements of his other occupied hand and Dean moaned, this time not trying to cover it up. Nothing in that moan told him Dean wanted him to stop his workings, so he snapped his fingers, placing Dean - now shirtless - flat on his stomach and Gabriel straddling his hips.
His hands were buried in the white golden feathers, carding his fingers through each layer that forced out moans of wanton from the man beneath him. Muffling every third moan into the pillow his face was dug into.
Leaning over Dean, he pressed his lips to where bone meet back, giving it a kiss before suckling on the gentle skin that forced the hunter to roll his hips against the bed. Another snap of fingers removed the clothes between skin-to-skin contact.
With his index finger, Gabriel snaked it down Dean's spine and ran it between the hunter's cheeks. Skimming over Dean's entrance before pushing it into the warm heat.
Dean's legs spread and pushed back against Gabriel's fingers, trying to get the breaching finger deeper.
It didn't take long for Dean to become a mess of keening sounds as he was stretched open. 'More' and 'please' coming from his mouth repeatedly and uncontrollably and it only willed the archangel more before removing his fingers from the hunter's entrance.
There was a moment of a pause between actions, a sound of rustling wings and Gabriel sat up from his attack on Dean's back. Pure white wings slowly slid against white golden wings that forced a moan from both of them before Gabriel slowly bring himself home and against Dean's prostate.
With his wings heavy against the hunter's, feathers tying together and slow thrusts that sped up with every push in and notch on their climax, it wasn't long until either came with a shout. Gabriel falling limp against Dean, arms draped of his back and wings still covering Dean's.
Dean was breathing fast and even with the weight of the archangel - which was surprising not much - he didn't make a indication that he was going to move. That was until he had gotten his breathing back to a steady pace and shifted beneath Gabriel to roll on his back. It was awkward with the wings but he had done it.
Gabriel shifted to, so he was lying on the side of the hunter. His wings unfurling back into his vessel.
"No, keep them out. You're going to teach me how you did that."
Whoever that witch was, Gabriel was going to send a bunch of flowers to her.