Fic: Vague Discomfort - Gabriel/Castiel R
Title: Vague Discomfort
Author: Sky
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Gabriel/Castiel, Dean, Sam
Rating: R
Summary: Gabriel toys with Castiel at the diner.
A/N: Originally posted on the Gabriel Kink Meme here at community.livejournal.com/spn_gabriel/76523.html but I'm thinking of expanding it, so it's getting a new home! First time writing spn :)
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“Dude. What’s wrong with you?”
Two pairs of eyes trained on Castiel. The angel was unnaturally flushed, and his expression of vague discomfort was very human, very uncommon. His hand was clenched around his glass of.. whatever alcohol he ordered, and Dean watched warily for cracks.
Castiel tilted his head back and threw back the drink. His gaze was disturbingly hazy as he looked at the Winchesters across the diner’s glaringly bright table. “There is nothing wrong with me, Sam.”
Sam shot his brother a look and he knew Dean would never admit it, but he was thinking the same thing. “Is there... something going on with the - uh, big guy? He didn’t go on holiday leave again, did he?” he said cautiously.
Castiel tilted his head and levelled his blank stare at them. “No.”
Sam turned to look distrustfully at Gabriel, who, to Dean’s dismay, had poofed uninvited to join their dinner earlier, and was now comfortably lounging in the seat next to Cas, chewing at what looked to be some obscenely sugary treat. The archangel looked suspiciously smug and if he were anyone else, they’d have interrogated the shit out of him. But he didn’t want - and was pretty sure Dean didn’t either - to be smited. So he let the bastard be. For now.
Dean’s voice came from his left. “Yeah. He better not have. Don’t think I’ve got enough get out jail free cards left up my sleeve.”
Sam chuckled wryly and fell silent.
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Gabriel could feel his brother’s grace humming. Lazily reclining back, he watched Castiel flush and squirm in his seat, deliciously repressed and desperately trying to regain his composure as much as he could, what with the archangel’s grace caressing those huge, beautiful wings carefully positioned over the backs of the red plastic booths. Gabriel’s smirk grew as he listened to Sam’s questions and Dean’s silent worry. No, Cas was just fine. And Dad was ok with this or he’d have stopped them months ago.
It wasn’t every angel that was this sensitive, he knew. “You sure you’re alright, little bro’?”
Castiel shot him a look of petulant discomfort. Gabriel snickered.
Uncurling himself, he moved to stand up. “Sorry guys, gotta take a jizz.”
“Like we need really to know that,” Dean muttered. Sam was silent and just ignored his brother’s antics, digging his fork into the pile of potatoes on his plate.
Castiel pressed himself back against the booth seat in, as Gabriel observed with amusement, unrestrained relief. Nah, he wasn’t getting away that easily. As he slid past the warrior angel, Gabriel let his left hand press against the hardness at Castiel’s lap.
Castiel choked in surprise and the moan he tried to cover with a cough darkened Gabriel’s eyes with pure, unadulterated desire as the sound shot straight to his cock. Many, many wicked things he could do to the little angel flashed across his mind.
He paused, caught between Castiel and the table. “Actually,” he paused, chewing thoughtfully. “Maybe I don’t.”
He heard a mumbled, “Weirdo,” before plonking himself back onto the seat and levelled a glare at Sam’s bent head. Traitor. And he thought the younger Winchester was the mature one.
Castiel brought his glass against the table a bit too hard. Gabriel immediately let a bit of grace surge out to soothe the frazzled edges of the other angel’s nerves. Hungrily, he took in the patch of precum that was slowly staining Castiel’s pants as his brother shifts his lap underneath the table to avoid the stare, and he watched as the littlest angel bite his lip. It was downright pornographic. And damn, his brother had no idea he was so fucking hot.
Gabriel knew he could probably get off on watching Castiel get off. They really had to try that one day.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the Winchesters had looked up from engorging themselves to scrutinize Castiel. The archangel smothered a possessive rumble but Castiel whipped his head around to stare at him in surprise, having obviously caught the beginnings of the sound.
“Cas?”
Castiel focussed on the older Winchester. “Yes, Dean?”
“What the hell is wrong with you today, man?!” He directed his thumb at Gabriel. “Is it this guy?”
“Hey! I'm wounded.”
“No, Dean. It’s nothing to worry about. There’s nothing wrong.”
“You said it twice. There is something up!”
“Dean, angels can’t lie remember?” piped Sam.
“Yeah well, they weren’t supposed to be able to start the Apocalypse either, so who knows what other shit they can do!”
Gabriel’s amusement rose as their fretting escalated. Magically poofing up a sweet, he angled his head up to pop it into his mouth and his eyes closed briefly in delight. Dad really was awesome. Who knew human food could be so good?
On the levelling on his head, he turned to face Castiel again and his breath caught. The angel had turned halfway and was looking at him steadily, eyes glowing with desire and lips parted just enough to make Gabriel’s interest perk up almost unbearably. Please, he heard in his mind, echoing the hitch in Castiel’s voice he knew he’d have if they were alone. Please, Gabriel.
And damn it. He could never say no, especially when Castiel looked at him like that, all ruffled, grace sliding against his and wings quivering with restrained pleasure. Oh hell yeah.
He poured more grace out, enveloping the younger angel, caressing his face, pressing down on where he knew Castiel needed it most. He felt more than saw the beautiful wings arching upwards when the human body jerked.
Distantly, he noticed that the Winchesters had stopped bickering, their faces slowly flushing as burgeoning realization hit them. With equally horrified looks switching from Gabriel’s hungry, intent stare at the younger angel and Castiel’s soft, erratic pants - this was a diner for fuck’s sake! - they shifted awkwardly and tried to focus back onto their suddenly uninteresting dinners. No way were they going to look. Dean reminded himself to bleach his eyes out later.
Gabriel knew Castiel was beautiful, but unrestrained, in all his glory, Castiel was breathtaking. He heard his brother’s breath speeding up and Gabriel felt an impossibly strong urge to lean over and touch, but he wanted to watch. His cock throbbed dangerously when Castiel pressed a wing forward and slid it between the two of his. All six of them stretched out eagerly to touch the other’s grace, and the pulse of desire he felt was almost enough to unravel his control.
“Castiel,” he said quietly, voice strangled and thrumming with power. Look at me.
And blue eyes locked onto his before they fluttered shut as Castiel arched up against the invisible pressure surrounding him with a soft cry. Gabriel had never been so thankful for his abilities to increase their evasiveness to humans, because normally, there would be no way in hell nobody wouldn’t notice this.
Gabriel, he heard. Sated blue eyes blinked at him. A calm smile spread across Castiel’s face. I’m going to kill you.
But by the way the little angel’s wings were now lazily brushing against his, Gabriel knew he was forgiven. A jolt of power ran through him, and then, Gabriel knew that, yes, he was going to like being forgiven.
Dean watched Castiel lean towards Gabriel’s side, the archangel shifting closer, body language smug and darkly pleased. With a click of Gabriel’s fingers, the two angels disappeared.
Sam looked at his brother, red faced with embarrassment, shifting uncomfortably away in his seat. Mind still reeling and trying to catch up to this new development, Sam voiced the only coherent thing he could.
“I think we need to get ourselves better angels.” He vaguely hoped he wouldn’t be smited.
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Author: Sky
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Gabriel/Castiel, Dean, Sam
Rating: R
Summary: Gabriel toys with Castiel at the diner.
A/N: Originally posted on the Gabriel Kink Meme here at community.livejournal.com/spn_gabriel/76523.html but I'm thinking of expanding it, so it's getting a new home! First time writing spn :)
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“Dude. What’s wrong with you?”
Two pairs of eyes trained on Castiel. The angel was unnaturally flushed, and his expression of vague discomfort was very human, very uncommon. His hand was clenched around his glass of.. whatever alcohol he ordered, and Dean watched warily for cracks.
Castiel tilted his head back and threw back the drink. His gaze was disturbingly hazy as he looked at the Winchesters across the diner’s glaringly bright table. “There is nothing wrong with me, Sam.”
Sam shot his brother a look and he knew Dean would never admit it, but he was thinking the same thing. “Is there... something going on with the - uh, big guy? He didn’t go on holiday leave again, did he?” he said cautiously.
Castiel tilted his head and levelled his blank stare at them. “No.”
Sam turned to look distrustfully at Gabriel, who, to Dean’s dismay, had poofed uninvited to join their dinner earlier, and was now comfortably lounging in the seat next to Cas, chewing at what looked to be some obscenely sugary treat. The archangel looked suspiciously smug and if he were anyone else, they’d have interrogated the shit out of him. But he didn’t want - and was pretty sure Dean didn’t either - to be smited. So he let the bastard be. For now.
Dean’s voice came from his left. “Yeah. He better not have. Don’t think I’ve got enough get out jail free cards left up my sleeve.”
Sam chuckled wryly and fell silent.
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Gabriel could feel his brother’s grace humming. Lazily reclining back, he watched Castiel flush and squirm in his seat, deliciously repressed and desperately trying to regain his composure as much as he could, what with the archangel’s grace caressing those huge, beautiful wings carefully positioned over the backs of the red plastic booths. Gabriel’s smirk grew as he listened to Sam’s questions and Dean’s silent worry. No, Cas was just fine. And Dad was ok with this or he’d have stopped them months ago.
It wasn’t every angel that was this sensitive, he knew. “You sure you’re alright, little bro’?”
Castiel shot him a look of petulant discomfort. Gabriel snickered.
Uncurling himself, he moved to stand up. “Sorry guys, gotta take a jizz.”
“Like we need really to know that,” Dean muttered. Sam was silent and just ignored his brother’s antics, digging his fork into the pile of potatoes on his plate.
Castiel pressed himself back against the booth seat in, as Gabriel observed with amusement, unrestrained relief. Nah, he wasn’t getting away that easily. As he slid past the warrior angel, Gabriel let his left hand press against the hardness at Castiel’s lap.
Castiel choked in surprise and the moan he tried to cover with a cough darkened Gabriel’s eyes with pure, unadulterated desire as the sound shot straight to his cock. Many, many wicked things he could do to the little angel flashed across his mind.
He paused, caught between Castiel and the table. “Actually,” he paused, chewing thoughtfully. “Maybe I don’t.”
He heard a mumbled, “Weirdo,” before plonking himself back onto the seat and levelled a glare at Sam’s bent head. Traitor. And he thought the younger Winchester was the mature one.
Castiel brought his glass against the table a bit too hard. Gabriel immediately let a bit of grace surge out to soothe the frazzled edges of the other angel’s nerves. Hungrily, he took in the patch of precum that was slowly staining Castiel’s pants as his brother shifts his lap underneath the table to avoid the stare, and he watched as the littlest angel bite his lip. It was downright pornographic. And damn, his brother had no idea he was so fucking hot.
Gabriel knew he could probably get off on watching Castiel get off. They really had to try that one day.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the Winchesters had looked up from engorging themselves to scrutinize Castiel. The archangel smothered a possessive rumble but Castiel whipped his head around to stare at him in surprise, having obviously caught the beginnings of the sound.
“Cas?”
Castiel focussed on the older Winchester. “Yes, Dean?”
“What the hell is wrong with you today, man?!” He directed his thumb at Gabriel. “Is it this guy?”
“Hey! I'm wounded.”
“No, Dean. It’s nothing to worry about. There’s nothing wrong.”
“You said it twice. There is something up!”
“Dean, angels can’t lie remember?” piped Sam.
“Yeah well, they weren’t supposed to be able to start the Apocalypse either, so who knows what other shit they can do!”
Gabriel’s amusement rose as their fretting escalated. Magically poofing up a sweet, he angled his head up to pop it into his mouth and his eyes closed briefly in delight. Dad really was awesome. Who knew human food could be so good?
On the levelling on his head, he turned to face Castiel again and his breath caught. The angel had turned halfway and was looking at him steadily, eyes glowing with desire and lips parted just enough to make Gabriel’s interest perk up almost unbearably. Please, he heard in his mind, echoing the hitch in Castiel’s voice he knew he’d have if they were alone. Please, Gabriel.
And damn it. He could never say no, especially when Castiel looked at him like that, all ruffled, grace sliding against his and wings quivering with restrained pleasure. Oh hell yeah.
He poured more grace out, enveloping the younger angel, caressing his face, pressing down on where he knew Castiel needed it most. He felt more than saw the beautiful wings arching upwards when the human body jerked.
Distantly, he noticed that the Winchesters had stopped bickering, their faces slowly flushing as burgeoning realization hit them. With equally horrified looks switching from Gabriel’s hungry, intent stare at the younger angel and Castiel’s soft, erratic pants - this was a diner for fuck’s sake! - they shifted awkwardly and tried to focus back onto their suddenly uninteresting dinners. No way were they going to look. Dean reminded himself to bleach his eyes out later.
Gabriel knew Castiel was beautiful, but unrestrained, in all his glory, Castiel was breathtaking. He heard his brother’s breath speeding up and Gabriel felt an impossibly strong urge to lean over and touch, but he wanted to watch. His cock throbbed dangerously when Castiel pressed a wing forward and slid it between the two of his. All six of them stretched out eagerly to touch the other’s grace, and the pulse of desire he felt was almost enough to unravel his control.
“Castiel,” he said quietly, voice strangled and thrumming with power. Look at me.
And blue eyes locked onto his before they fluttered shut as Castiel arched up against the invisible pressure surrounding him with a soft cry. Gabriel had never been so thankful for his abilities to increase their evasiveness to humans, because normally, there would be no way in hell nobody wouldn’t notice this.
Gabriel, he heard. Sated blue eyes blinked at him. A calm smile spread across Castiel’s face. I’m going to kill you.
But by the way the little angel’s wings were now lazily brushing against his, Gabriel knew he was forgiven. A jolt of power ran through him, and then, Gabriel knew that, yes, he was going to like being forgiven.
Dean watched Castiel lean towards Gabriel’s side, the archangel shifting closer, body language smug and darkly pleased. With a click of Gabriel’s fingers, the two angels disappeared.
Sam looked at his brother, red faced with embarrassment, shifting uncomfortably away in his seat. Mind still reeling and trying to catch up to this new development, Sam voiced the only coherent thing he could.
“I think we need to get ourselves better angels.” He vaguely hoped he wouldn’t be smited.
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