Family Home and Safety
Ch. 4 Finally! Sorry it took so long guys, my muse decided to go on vacation and didn't tell me.
Title: Family Home and Safety Ch. 4
Author: Queen Amunet
Characters/Parings: Gabriel, Castiel, Sam/Dean depending on how you look at it
Rating: Let's say PG-13 to be safe
Word Count: 1,110 for this chapter 4,303 for the whole story
Disclaimer: Nothings belongs to me. I wish it did but it doesn't. I'll put them back when I'm done. Promise
Warnings/Spoilers: AU, Some characters may be out of character, as long as you know who Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Alastair, and Azazel are your fine, Dom/sub relations in later chapters, abuse in later chapters and other things as I think of them, light Wincest in this chapter depending on how you look at it
<- Ch. 3 is over there...just so you know
FHS
Gabriel created a table when Castiel came back with the food. He didn’t snap this time, concerned what Sam’s and Dean’s reactions would be. Castiel came back with a small bowl of honey, one tray covered in thick strips of bread, and another tray overflowing with apple slices, strawberries, grapes, kiwis, pineapples, oranges, lemons, limes… “Cas, while lemons and limes may technically be fruit, Sam and Dean will be sick if they eat them. Go put ‘em back in the kitchen,”… bananas, blackberries, blueberries, raspberries, mango, peaches, pears, and two slices of watermelon.
Gabriel looked at Castiel. “Did you remember plates?” he asked from his spot by Sam’s hip. The young man was relaxed and humming softly. Castiel met his older brother’s eyes, before he turned and headed back out of the room.
“Cas, you can leave the food. And get the milk!” Gabriel shouted after his brother. Sam shifted next to him. When he looked, Gabriel realized he had been stroking the young man’s back softly. Blue-green eyes met his, and held a bit of a challenge to them. In response Gabriel pressed slightly harder the next time he stroked Sam’s back. Sam’s eyes slipped closed and a slight shiver ran through him.
“Dean, how old are you?”
“26.”
“Sam?”
“22.” Castiel came back with the plates. Gabriel helped Sam and then Dean sit up so they could eat without any awkward moments.
“So you two are four years apart. How long have you been with Azazel and Alastair?” Sam looked at Dean, but Dean refused to meet Sam’s eyes. The food on his plate must have been very interesting.
“Dean’s been Alastair’s personal slave for ten years. I’ve been Azazel’s for six.” Gabriel quickly did the math.
“You were both sixteen? Son of a BITCH!” Gabriel stood up quickly and walked over to the door. He leaned against the door frame, one arm braced above his head, and one hand in his pocket. He stared out at the wood floor in the hallway without seeing it. He stopped breathing as well. His back itched, but he ignored it, trying to get his emotions under control. Perfectly healthy humans who have never been abused didn’t react well to random things blowing up without warning, so he doubted these two would be able to handle it. It would probably send them both into shock.
Gabriel let out a breath he didn’t need before he stepped away from the wall. Rolling his head around, Gabriel listened for the pop of his spine, and then rolled his shoulders, feeling his wings shift and press against their bindings before settling again. The amber eyed man turned around and flopped onto the bed nest to Sam.
“My apologies, I shouldn’t have shouted.” He said, before stealing a grape off the plate on the boys lap. And another. And another. And anot-
“Hey, get your own?” Sam, the poor boy, was so unsure how to react around them. But then again Dean was as well, no surprise. But Gabriel just smiled at Sam and stuffed a honey soaked piece of bread in the tall man’s mouth.
“So, what did you boys do during a ‘normal’ day?” Both Sam and Dean looked at the floor, heads bowed, shoulders hunched, trying to make themselves look as small as possible.
“Oooookkkkk, so no-no subject.” the brothers put their plates back on the table before resuming their submissive body posture. The plates were still mostly full. Sam looked like he was about to slide off the bed and on to the floor, but wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.
“Whoa. You boys can still have whatever you want. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Neither one moved.
“Hey if you want Cas and I can leave and come back later to clean up.”
“If you don’t mind, master, we’re tired and would like some sleep.” Dean spoke softly, not making eye contact.
“Don’t -don’t call me -us that. We’re not your masters, ” Gabriel said; he could feel that they weren’t going to get anything else out of the boys tonight. He stood up slowly, and Castiel shifted slightly, waiting to follow his brother’s lead.
“All right. Just come downstairs whenever you’re ready and we’ll fix you something to eat.” Gabriel moved towards the door but turned back before he reached it. “Like I said there are clothes in the dresser, just wear whatever you want, but please wear something. If you need anything just holler.”
“What are the rule mas -sir?” Sam questioned quietly.
“We’ll talk in the morning. Rest now.” And with that Gabriel and his brother left the room without a sound, the door closing partially behind them, enough to give the boys privacy but not enough for them to feel trapped.
Sam was nearly knocked on to his back when Dean leapt from his bed to Sam’s. The taller boy never made a sound, just wrapped his arms around Dean and pressed his face against his big brother’s neck.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. Dean, I’m alright.” Green eyes met blue-green. Sam found his face held gently in his brother’s strong hands. Dean stroked Sam’s cheekbones as he laid his forehead against his brothers. Dean ran his hands down Sam’s body softly. He cupped his younger brother’s ribcage in his hands. Sam raised his from where they had fallen to hold Dean’s hips, until they mirrored his brother’s. As one they breathed deep. And as one they released the breath. It mingled between them and washed over their lips. Three times the brothers did this before Dean relaxed enough that Sam was able to move him. Sam pulled Dean down and to the left. Dean immediately leaned to the right, to place himself on the outside of the bed, and the closest to the door. Sam didn’t fight as he normally would have, he was tired and Dean had to be as well. His back was pleasantly numb, even though he knew it should be burning like fire at the very least. He closed his eyes and allowed his brother’s breathing to lull him to sleep.
FHS
Gabriel walked away from the room silently after listening to the brothers’ fall asleep, and after he got rid of the food. He went to seek out his own brother as he thought about why these two felt so familiar even though he knew he’d never met nor seen them before. After all he was the Messenger, he never forgot anything.
FHS
A/N: I’m board sooooooooo….Dancing Monkey!!! <(*.*<) (^*.*^) (>*.*)> (v*.*v) <(*.*)> (>*.*<) <(*.*)> (>*.*<) <(*.*<) (^*.*^) (>*.*)> (v*.*v) <(*.*)> (>*.*<) <(*.*)> (>*.*<)
I want to thank my wonderful beta vyxenskye . As always she did a wonderful job.
Title: Family Home and Safety Ch. 4
Author: Queen Amunet
Characters/Parings: Gabriel, Castiel, Sam/Dean depending on how you look at it
Rating: Let's say PG-13 to be safe
Word Count: 1,110 for this chapter 4,303 for the whole story
Disclaimer: Nothings belongs to me. I wish it did but it doesn't. I'll put them back when I'm done. Promise
Warnings/Spoilers: AU, Some characters may be out of character, as long as you know who Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Alastair, and Azazel are your fine, Dom/sub relations in later chapters, abuse in later chapters and other things as I think of them, light Wincest in this chapter depending on how you look at it
<- Ch. 3 is over there...just so you know
FHS
Gabriel created a table when Castiel came back with the food. He didn’t snap this time, concerned what Sam’s and Dean’s reactions would be. Castiel came back with a small bowl of honey, one tray covered in thick strips of bread, and another tray overflowing with apple slices, strawberries, grapes, kiwis, pineapples, oranges, lemons, limes… “Cas, while lemons and limes may technically be fruit, Sam and Dean will be sick if they eat them. Go put ‘em back in the kitchen,”… bananas, blackberries, blueberries, raspberries, mango, peaches, pears, and two slices of watermelon.
Gabriel looked at Castiel. “Did you remember plates?” he asked from his spot by Sam’s hip. The young man was relaxed and humming softly. Castiel met his older brother’s eyes, before he turned and headed back out of the room.
“Cas, you can leave the food. And get the milk!” Gabriel shouted after his brother. Sam shifted next to him. When he looked, Gabriel realized he had been stroking the young man’s back softly. Blue-green eyes met his, and held a bit of a challenge to them. In response Gabriel pressed slightly harder the next time he stroked Sam’s back. Sam’s eyes slipped closed and a slight shiver ran through him.
“Dean, how old are you?”
“26.”
“Sam?”
“22.” Castiel came back with the plates. Gabriel helped Sam and then Dean sit up so they could eat without any awkward moments.
“So you two are four years apart. How long have you been with Azazel and Alastair?” Sam looked at Dean, but Dean refused to meet Sam’s eyes. The food on his plate must have been very interesting.
“Dean’s been Alastair’s personal slave for ten years. I’ve been Azazel’s for six.” Gabriel quickly did the math.
“You were both sixteen? Son of a BITCH!” Gabriel stood up quickly and walked over to the door. He leaned against the door frame, one arm braced above his head, and one hand in his pocket. He stared out at the wood floor in the hallway without seeing it. He stopped breathing as well. His back itched, but he ignored it, trying to get his emotions under control. Perfectly healthy humans who have never been abused didn’t react well to random things blowing up without warning, so he doubted these two would be able to handle it. It would probably send them both into shock.
Gabriel let out a breath he didn’t need before he stepped away from the wall. Rolling his head around, Gabriel listened for the pop of his spine, and then rolled his shoulders, feeling his wings shift and press against their bindings before settling again. The amber eyed man turned around and flopped onto the bed nest to Sam.
“My apologies, I shouldn’t have shouted.” He said, before stealing a grape off the plate on the boys lap. And another. And another. And anot-
“Hey, get your own?” Sam, the poor boy, was so unsure how to react around them. But then again Dean was as well, no surprise. But Gabriel just smiled at Sam and stuffed a honey soaked piece of bread in the tall man’s mouth.
“So, what did you boys do during a ‘normal’ day?” Both Sam and Dean looked at the floor, heads bowed, shoulders hunched, trying to make themselves look as small as possible.
“Oooookkkkk, so no-no subject.” the brothers put their plates back on the table before resuming their submissive body posture. The plates were still mostly full. Sam looked like he was about to slide off the bed and on to the floor, but wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.
“Whoa. You boys can still have whatever you want. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Neither one moved.
“Hey if you want Cas and I can leave and come back later to clean up.”
“If you don’t mind, master, we’re tired and would like some sleep.” Dean spoke softly, not making eye contact.
“Don’t -don’t call me -us that. We’re not your masters, ” Gabriel said; he could feel that they weren’t going to get anything else out of the boys tonight. He stood up slowly, and Castiel shifted slightly, waiting to follow his brother’s lead.
“All right. Just come downstairs whenever you’re ready and we’ll fix you something to eat.” Gabriel moved towards the door but turned back before he reached it. “Like I said there are clothes in the dresser, just wear whatever you want, but please wear something. If you need anything just holler.”
“What are the rule mas -sir?” Sam questioned quietly.
“We’ll talk in the morning. Rest now.” And with that Gabriel and his brother left the room without a sound, the door closing partially behind them, enough to give the boys privacy but not enough for them to feel trapped.
Sam was nearly knocked on to his back when Dean leapt from his bed to Sam’s. The taller boy never made a sound, just wrapped his arms around Dean and pressed his face against his big brother’s neck.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. Dean, I’m alright.” Green eyes met blue-green. Sam found his face held gently in his brother’s strong hands. Dean stroked Sam’s cheekbones as he laid his forehead against his brothers. Dean ran his hands down Sam’s body softly. He cupped his younger brother’s ribcage in his hands. Sam raised his from where they had fallen to hold Dean’s hips, until they mirrored his brother’s. As one they breathed deep. And as one they released the breath. It mingled between them and washed over their lips. Three times the brothers did this before Dean relaxed enough that Sam was able to move him. Sam pulled Dean down and to the left. Dean immediately leaned to the right, to place himself on the outside of the bed, and the closest to the door. Sam didn’t fight as he normally would have, he was tired and Dean had to be as well. His back was pleasantly numb, even though he knew it should be burning like fire at the very least. He closed his eyes and allowed his brother’s breathing to lull him to sleep.
FHS
Gabriel walked away from the room silently after listening to the brothers’ fall asleep, and after he got rid of the food. He went to seek out his own brother as he thought about why these two felt so familiar even though he knew he’d never met nor seen them before. After all he was the Messenger, he never forgot anything.
FHS
A/N: I’m board sooooooooo….Dancing Monkey!!! <(*.*<) (^*.*^) (>*.*)> (v*.*v) <(*.*)> (>*.*<) <(*.*)> (>*.*<) <(*.*<) (^*.*^) (>*.*)> (v*.*v) <(*.*)> (>*.*<) <(*.*)> (>*.*<)
I want to thank my wonderful beta vyxenskye . As always she did a wonderful job.