Supernatural -- "Family" Gabriel/girl!Sam
Title: Family
Author: wonderfoal
Rating: R-NC17
Pairing: Gabriel/girl!Sam
Word count: ~2500
Warnings: AU! (Sam was always a girl, Mary and John raised their kids as hunters.) sex, pregnancy, and fluff
Summary: Sam and Dean go to their parents' house for Dean's birthday, and Sam has an unexpected surprise.
Notes: More stuff from the depths of my hard drive...
Date: November 30, 2010
“I swear, Dean, if you don’t get rid of the pie in the next five seconds, I am going to puke all over the upholstery.”
Dean looked at her in alarm and took only a second to gauge how serious Sam was. He quickly removed himself from the vehicle and finished off the slice of pie, wishing it weren’t so cold and the snow wasn’t biting his face. He wiped the crumbs away and slid back into the driver’s seat. “A guy can’t even enjoy pie on his own damned birthday,” he groused.
Sam looked at him long-sufferingly. “I’m sure Mom will have one for you when we get there. Her baby only turns thirty once.”
Dean didn’t look very appeased, but he let it go. Hangovers were one thing, but he couldn’t in good conscience be a jerk when she was legitimately sick. “How long did the doc say this stomach bug would last?”
Sam’s face scrunched up and her hand went to her abdomen like she might puke again. “It’s the long-lasting kind,” she said and left it at that unhelpful answer.
Dean started the car and the rumble of the engine had Sam looking even queasier. “Whatever. We’ll be home soon,” he said. “Don’t you dare puke in my car.”
Sam snorted. Dean may call their parents’ house “home” but she couldn’t. Her life had been nothing but one long road trip. It was only after she was fully grown that Mary and John Winchester decided to set up a permanent residence again. She loved them, but it did nothing to stop that bubble of resentment she felt toward them.
The three hour drive turned into a four hour drive because Dean had to pull over periodically so that Sam could open the car door and vomit on the roadside. Dean, ever the caring big brother, had offered her ginger ale and crackers, but Sam couldn’t keep anything down. The nausea died down in the last hour of the drive, but she didn’t look so good. Face pale and sweaty, hair sticking to skin, red-eyed and pinch-faced - she looked like she was suffering from the worst hangover known to man.
When they finally parked at the Winchesters’, Sam all but tumbled from the car in her haste to get out. Mary saw them arrive and rushed down the driveway to pull Dean in her arms and kiss his cheeks. There was no secret who Mary’s favorite child was, not that Sam minded. She knew their mom loved her, but they had nearly nothing in common. Dean had been her baby, her firstborn, and Sam... Sam had been the child she’d unknowingly given to demons. Sam had forgiven her for it long ago, but she didn’t think Mary would ever forgive herself.
“I made your favorite pie,” Mary told Dean with another tight hug. “Your father’s in the garage, he’ll be out soon. Is Castiel coming, honey?”
“Yeah, Mom, I told him five o’clock.” Dean basked in her attention before remembering Sam standing right next to them. “Oh, hey, do you have anything for Sammy? She’s sick.”
Mary swerved her attention to her daughter and hugged her tight. “Sammy, honey, what’s wrong?” she asked as she pulled back to hold her at arm’s length for inspection. She looked her up and down and then froze, mouth in a little O.
“Stomach bug,” Dean answered when Sam couldn’t say anything. “She’s been puking for days.”
Mary nodded and looped an arm over Sam’s shoulders, no easy feat considering she was as tall as her brother and towered over Mary nearly half a foot. “Let’s go inside, honey, you need fluids.” She smiled back at Dean. “Why don’t you go see if your father needs a hand?”
Mary led Sam inside and seated her at the table before pouring a glass of clear juice for her. Sam sipped it gratefully, pleased she could finally keep something in her stomach. Mary watched her, lips pursed and frowning. “Something wrong, Mom?” she asked.
Mary didn’t pull any punches. “Sweetheart, are you pregnant?”
Sam choked on her juice. She coughed until her throat burned and looked incredulously at Mary. “What?! Mom!”
Mary patted her on the back. “It’s just that you have this glow around you... You look different.”
After weighing the pros and cons of lying to her mother, Sam conceded defeat. “Don’t say anything,” she pleaded.
Mary grinned and pulled her into another hug. Sam knew she’d been wanting grandchildren for years, had been expecting them by Dean since he was in high school. With his relationship with Cas obvious to everyone but them, her attention had turned to Sam. Sam said “no way in Hell” -- she wanted to keep hunting, thank you very much. It was another point of contention between mother and daughter. Sam wanted out of hunting for most of her life, and finally decided she was going to stick to it of her own free will just in time for Mary to decide Sam needed to settle down and raise a family. “The clock is ticking,” Mary had told her when she called Sam on her twenty-fifth birthday.
“Hey girls,” John said from the doorway. “Everything okay in here?” Sam turned to her father and smiled as she hugged him. Sam and John butted heads more often than not, but ever since she was thirteen and learned that she could start crying and he’d fold, he’d been her favorite parent. Sam didn’t have any voice about Hunting growing up, but in everything else she’d wanted, she had her dad wrapped around her finger.
“Everything is wonderful,” Mary told him as she linked her arm through his. She kissed him, still grinning, and Sam knew her dad had to know something was up. That was one conversation she was hoping to avoid in person. John was fiercely protective of his daughter - had been so ever since the demons had come for her as a baby. He wouldn’t be happy to hear a supernatural creature had knocked her up.
“I’m going to go wash up,” she told them and left them in the kitchen. She passed Dean watching Dr. Sexy reruns on the sofa and hurried to “her” room upstairs. It looked very much like a generic hotel room, void of any personal possessions and very much unlived in. Sam went straight for the shared shower and washed away a day’s worth of sweat and the lingering odor of sickness.
The shower did wonders for her and she emerged feeling mostly alive, a vast improvement from the zombie state she’d occupied most of the day.
Gabriel was waiting for her when she left the bathroom, skin damp and towel wrapped around her torso. “Hey you,” he greeted with a grin.
Sam debated if she should return it. She hadn’t seen him for two months, and they hadn’t parted on the best terms. Sam had been seriously injured on a hunt - flung down a flight of stairs onto a cement floor of the cluttered basement below. She’d snapped half of her ribs and had a metal spike pierce through her lung. Sam would have died if Gabriel hadn’t saved her life. After he healed her, they argued about her risking her life, about how she didn’t have to throw herself into danger. She’d seen the gears turning in his mind, and had been suspicious when he’d said he’d concede the point that it was her life to risk if she wanted to. Later that night, they’d had make-up sex, but she hadn’t caught on to his devious plan until much later.
“What are you doing here?” she finally asked him.
“I heard Dean-o was having a birthday celebration, thought I’d drop in to give him my well-wishes.”
Sam snorted a laugh. “I think the best present you can give him is to not show up.” Dean and Gabriel didn’t get along, to put it mildly.
Dropping the towel, she studied herself in the mirror. She wondered how long it would be before she’d lose her figure, until her abdomen pushed out with the baby.
“I can think of other reasons to visit,” he said with a leer at her nude body.
Sam turned to face him. “Yeah? Like gloating over your victory?”
Gabriel’s grin faded into a thoughtful expression. “And what victory is that?”
Sam walked over to stand right in front of his position on her bed. His eyes were level with her navel. “Don’t play dumb. I caught on to your ‘If Sam won’t take care of herself, she’ll take care of a baby’ plan.”
Gabriel nodded slowly, eyes glued to her flat stomach. “I’d hoped,” he admitted with a shrug.
Sam rolled that over and over in her mind. It seemed to confirm her suspicions, left a sour taste in her mouth. Though she had expected it, it surprisingly stung. “So. You don’t want the kid at all, you just want to control me.”
Gabriel immediately denied it. “No. I want the kid.” He brought his hand up to her flat belly. “Very much.” His eyes rose to meet hers. “I just don’t like seeing you die.” He said it so tenderly, so lovingly that she melted.
Sam bit her lip and started carding her fingers through his hair. “How long have you known?” she asked.
“Since you walked out of the shower.” He leaned his head down to kiss her damp skin right over where the baby was growing. “Her Grace called to me.”
Sam choked up at the thought of having her own little daughter. She saw cute little dresses, ribbons in her hair... shotgun in her hand. The family business couldn’t be denied, she’d found that out for herself the hard way. She crawled into his lap and drew his head up for a kiss. “Really?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you, Sam. She’s a bright kernel of light inside of you.”
Tears escaped her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She’d known she was pregnant, but hearing someone else talk about the child that way... She was overwhelmed.
“Hey, don’t cry,” Gabriel comforted her, wiped her tears away with his thumb. He cradled her face in one hand and the other wrapped around her back to pull her tight against him. She could feel his body stir beneath her and suddenly became very interested in her own response. It was like a switch had been flipped inside of her and she had to have him in her.
Sam kissed his jaw, meandered her way to his lips and licked her tongue at them. He’d been eating candy before he arrived - she could taste the chocolate and peanut butter in his mouth. She slid away to kiss his chin, then down his throat and dragging her teeth over his clavicle. He chuckled. “You’re in a mood.”
Sam growled and pushed him backwards, straddled his hips. “I want you,” she told him, mouth moving again on his skin.
“I guessed as much,” he said and snapped his fingers to vanish his clothes. She purred her approval and nuzzled her cheek to his chest, felt his heartbeat beating under her ear. His warm hands settled against her back, one cradled at her neck and the other reaching down to cup her ass. She could feel his hard cock against her thigh, dragged a hand down to grasp him firmly.
Without warning, he grasped her firmly to him and flipped them over. Sam stretched out on her back and he hovered over her, mouth working against her neck, teeth scraping as he dragged his lips against her damp skin. His hand on her ass slipped lower to push one finger inside her, rubbed against the wetness there. He pulled away, nudged her thighs apart, and pushed inside with one firm stroke.
She bucked in his arms, overwhelmed with the sensation. Her body felt different, more responsive since the tiny life had started growing inside. She rocked her hips into each thrust from him, hands holding him by his back. Her mouth sought out his, and they barely broke the kiss for air before resealing their lips together. Sam had never felt anything like it before -- it was different from any sex she’d ever had.
Sam brought her legs up to cross over his back, and moaned into the kiss. Everything about him felt fuller, deeper inside her. Her orgasm swept over her without warning and she dragged her nails against his back when she came.
Gabriel followed her a moment later, hips jerking as he emptied inside her. He rolled off of her and lay on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I could get used to that,” he murmured. Sam wanted to agree, but she was still trying to get her breath back.
“Dean’s party is in five minutes, and I don’t have time to take a shower,” she complained. Gabriel sighed long-sufferingly and snapped his fingers. The lingering scent of sex disappeared and Sam felt cleaner. “Thank you.” She sat up and started looking for clean clothes to wear.
“Is it really a party if only your parents, sister, and boyfriend are there?”he mused aloud.
Sam fastened her bra and shimmied into a long-sleeved red sweater. “It is for Dean,” she said. “Quality, not quantity.” She paused. “And Dean doesn’t know Cas is his boyfriend yet.”
Gabriel laughed and settled against the headboard to watch her get dressed. “It’s more fun that way,” he said. “They’re premium entertainment.”
Sam knew that was true. Watching Dean and Cas unknowingly flirt with each other kept her amused for days at a time while on the road. It was like a romantic comedy that never ended. “I’ve got to go,” she said and leaned in for a kiss. “Are you going to stick around?”
“I’ll be here,” Gabriel promised.
Sam smiled at him and hurried from her room. She could smell supper as soon as she stepped outside the room, the scent of apple pie turning her stomach. Their mom had fixed one of Dean’s other favorite foods - bacon cheeseburgers. Sam wrinkled her nose in disgust but steeled her resolve to get through dinner without vomiting.
When she cleared the last stair and found her family waiting at the table, Cas had arrived. She waved to him in greeting and took her seat. Mary had left more juice for her, and she was glad to see it. There was also a nice salad, which didn’t look appetizing but she didn’t think it would make her puke it back up again. She noticed the silence for the first time and turned to see Cas staring at her motionlessly. Oh shit.
“Something wrong, Cas?” Dean asked.
Cas dragged his eyes away from Sam and answered before she could tell him to keep quiet. “I was surprised to notice that Gabriel had impregnated Sam,” he said flatly.
John dropped his glass and Dean’s mouth fell open. He slapped his hand against the table and rattled the silverware. “Gabriel!” he shouted. “Son of a bitch!”
Author: wonderfoal
Rating: R-NC17
Pairing: Gabriel/girl!Sam
Word count: ~2500
Warnings: AU! (Sam was always a girl, Mary and John raised their kids as hunters.) sex, pregnancy, and fluff
Summary: Sam and Dean go to their parents' house for Dean's birthday, and Sam has an unexpected surprise.
Notes: More stuff from the depths of my hard drive...
Date: November 30, 2010
“I swear, Dean, if you don’t get rid of the pie in the next five seconds, I am going to puke all over the upholstery.”
Dean looked at her in alarm and took only a second to gauge how serious Sam was. He quickly removed himself from the vehicle and finished off the slice of pie, wishing it weren’t so cold and the snow wasn’t biting his face. He wiped the crumbs away and slid back into the driver’s seat. “A guy can’t even enjoy pie on his own damned birthday,” he groused.
Sam looked at him long-sufferingly. “I’m sure Mom will have one for you when we get there. Her baby only turns thirty once.”
Dean didn’t look very appeased, but he let it go. Hangovers were one thing, but he couldn’t in good conscience be a jerk when she was legitimately sick. “How long did the doc say this stomach bug would last?”
Sam’s face scrunched up and her hand went to her abdomen like she might puke again. “It’s the long-lasting kind,” she said and left it at that unhelpful answer.
Dean started the car and the rumble of the engine had Sam looking even queasier. “Whatever. We’ll be home soon,” he said. “Don’t you dare puke in my car.”
Sam snorted. Dean may call their parents’ house “home” but she couldn’t. Her life had been nothing but one long road trip. It was only after she was fully grown that Mary and John Winchester decided to set up a permanent residence again. She loved them, but it did nothing to stop that bubble of resentment she felt toward them.
The three hour drive turned into a four hour drive because Dean had to pull over periodically so that Sam could open the car door and vomit on the roadside. Dean, ever the caring big brother, had offered her ginger ale and crackers, but Sam couldn’t keep anything down. The nausea died down in the last hour of the drive, but she didn’t look so good. Face pale and sweaty, hair sticking to skin, red-eyed and pinch-faced - she looked like she was suffering from the worst hangover known to man.
When they finally parked at the Winchesters’, Sam all but tumbled from the car in her haste to get out. Mary saw them arrive and rushed down the driveway to pull Dean in her arms and kiss his cheeks. There was no secret who Mary’s favorite child was, not that Sam minded. She knew their mom loved her, but they had nearly nothing in common. Dean had been her baby, her firstborn, and Sam... Sam had been the child she’d unknowingly given to demons. Sam had forgiven her for it long ago, but she didn’t think Mary would ever forgive herself.
“I made your favorite pie,” Mary told Dean with another tight hug. “Your father’s in the garage, he’ll be out soon. Is Castiel coming, honey?”
“Yeah, Mom, I told him five o’clock.” Dean basked in her attention before remembering Sam standing right next to them. “Oh, hey, do you have anything for Sammy? She’s sick.”
Mary swerved her attention to her daughter and hugged her tight. “Sammy, honey, what’s wrong?” she asked as she pulled back to hold her at arm’s length for inspection. She looked her up and down and then froze, mouth in a little O.
“Stomach bug,” Dean answered when Sam couldn’t say anything. “She’s been puking for days.”
Mary nodded and looped an arm over Sam’s shoulders, no easy feat considering she was as tall as her brother and towered over Mary nearly half a foot. “Let’s go inside, honey, you need fluids.” She smiled back at Dean. “Why don’t you go see if your father needs a hand?”
Mary led Sam inside and seated her at the table before pouring a glass of clear juice for her. Sam sipped it gratefully, pleased she could finally keep something in her stomach. Mary watched her, lips pursed and frowning. “Something wrong, Mom?” she asked.
Mary didn’t pull any punches. “Sweetheart, are you pregnant?”
Sam choked on her juice. She coughed until her throat burned and looked incredulously at Mary. “What?! Mom!”
Mary patted her on the back. “It’s just that you have this glow around you... You look different.”
After weighing the pros and cons of lying to her mother, Sam conceded defeat. “Don’t say anything,” she pleaded.
Mary grinned and pulled her into another hug. Sam knew she’d been wanting grandchildren for years, had been expecting them by Dean since he was in high school. With his relationship with Cas obvious to everyone but them, her attention had turned to Sam. Sam said “no way in Hell” -- she wanted to keep hunting, thank you very much. It was another point of contention between mother and daughter. Sam wanted out of hunting for most of her life, and finally decided she was going to stick to it of her own free will just in time for Mary to decide Sam needed to settle down and raise a family. “The clock is ticking,” Mary had told her when she called Sam on her twenty-fifth birthday.
“Hey girls,” John said from the doorway. “Everything okay in here?” Sam turned to her father and smiled as she hugged him. Sam and John butted heads more often than not, but ever since she was thirteen and learned that she could start crying and he’d fold, he’d been her favorite parent. Sam didn’t have any voice about Hunting growing up, but in everything else she’d wanted, she had her dad wrapped around her finger.
“Everything is wonderful,” Mary told him as she linked her arm through his. She kissed him, still grinning, and Sam knew her dad had to know something was up. That was one conversation she was hoping to avoid in person. John was fiercely protective of his daughter - had been so ever since the demons had come for her as a baby. He wouldn’t be happy to hear a supernatural creature had knocked her up.
“I’m going to go wash up,” she told them and left them in the kitchen. She passed Dean watching Dr. Sexy reruns on the sofa and hurried to “her” room upstairs. It looked very much like a generic hotel room, void of any personal possessions and very much unlived in. Sam went straight for the shared shower and washed away a day’s worth of sweat and the lingering odor of sickness.
The shower did wonders for her and she emerged feeling mostly alive, a vast improvement from the zombie state she’d occupied most of the day.
Gabriel was waiting for her when she left the bathroom, skin damp and towel wrapped around her torso. “Hey you,” he greeted with a grin.
Sam debated if she should return it. She hadn’t seen him for two months, and they hadn’t parted on the best terms. Sam had been seriously injured on a hunt - flung down a flight of stairs onto a cement floor of the cluttered basement below. She’d snapped half of her ribs and had a metal spike pierce through her lung. Sam would have died if Gabriel hadn’t saved her life. After he healed her, they argued about her risking her life, about how she didn’t have to throw herself into danger. She’d seen the gears turning in his mind, and had been suspicious when he’d said he’d concede the point that it was her life to risk if she wanted to. Later that night, they’d had make-up sex, but she hadn’t caught on to his devious plan until much later.
“What are you doing here?” she finally asked him.
“I heard Dean-o was having a birthday celebration, thought I’d drop in to give him my well-wishes.”
Sam snorted a laugh. “I think the best present you can give him is to not show up.” Dean and Gabriel didn’t get along, to put it mildly.
Dropping the towel, she studied herself in the mirror. She wondered how long it would be before she’d lose her figure, until her abdomen pushed out with the baby.
“I can think of other reasons to visit,” he said with a leer at her nude body.
Sam turned to face him. “Yeah? Like gloating over your victory?”
Gabriel’s grin faded into a thoughtful expression. “And what victory is that?”
Sam walked over to stand right in front of his position on her bed. His eyes were level with her navel. “Don’t play dumb. I caught on to your ‘If Sam won’t take care of herself, she’ll take care of a baby’ plan.”
Gabriel nodded slowly, eyes glued to her flat stomach. “I’d hoped,” he admitted with a shrug.
Sam rolled that over and over in her mind. It seemed to confirm her suspicions, left a sour taste in her mouth. Though she had expected it, it surprisingly stung. “So. You don’t want the kid at all, you just want to control me.”
Gabriel immediately denied it. “No. I want the kid.” He brought his hand up to her flat belly. “Very much.” His eyes rose to meet hers. “I just don’t like seeing you die.” He said it so tenderly, so lovingly that she melted.
Sam bit her lip and started carding her fingers through his hair. “How long have you known?” she asked.
“Since you walked out of the shower.” He leaned his head down to kiss her damp skin right over where the baby was growing. “Her Grace called to me.”
Sam choked up at the thought of having her own little daughter. She saw cute little dresses, ribbons in her hair... shotgun in her hand. The family business couldn’t be denied, she’d found that out for herself the hard way. She crawled into his lap and drew his head up for a kiss. “Really?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you, Sam. She’s a bright kernel of light inside of you.”
Tears escaped her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She’d known she was pregnant, but hearing someone else talk about the child that way... She was overwhelmed.
“Hey, don’t cry,” Gabriel comforted her, wiped her tears away with his thumb. He cradled her face in one hand and the other wrapped around her back to pull her tight against him. She could feel his body stir beneath her and suddenly became very interested in her own response. It was like a switch had been flipped inside of her and she had to have him in her.
Sam kissed his jaw, meandered her way to his lips and licked her tongue at them. He’d been eating candy before he arrived - she could taste the chocolate and peanut butter in his mouth. She slid away to kiss his chin, then down his throat and dragging her teeth over his clavicle. He chuckled. “You’re in a mood.”
Sam growled and pushed him backwards, straddled his hips. “I want you,” she told him, mouth moving again on his skin.
“I guessed as much,” he said and snapped his fingers to vanish his clothes. She purred her approval and nuzzled her cheek to his chest, felt his heartbeat beating under her ear. His warm hands settled against her back, one cradled at her neck and the other reaching down to cup her ass. She could feel his hard cock against her thigh, dragged a hand down to grasp him firmly.
Without warning, he grasped her firmly to him and flipped them over. Sam stretched out on her back and he hovered over her, mouth working against her neck, teeth scraping as he dragged his lips against her damp skin. His hand on her ass slipped lower to push one finger inside her, rubbed against the wetness there. He pulled away, nudged her thighs apart, and pushed inside with one firm stroke.
She bucked in his arms, overwhelmed with the sensation. Her body felt different, more responsive since the tiny life had started growing inside. She rocked her hips into each thrust from him, hands holding him by his back. Her mouth sought out his, and they barely broke the kiss for air before resealing their lips together. Sam had never felt anything like it before -- it was different from any sex she’d ever had.
Sam brought her legs up to cross over his back, and moaned into the kiss. Everything about him felt fuller, deeper inside her. Her orgasm swept over her without warning and she dragged her nails against his back when she came.
Gabriel followed her a moment later, hips jerking as he emptied inside her. He rolled off of her and lay on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I could get used to that,” he murmured. Sam wanted to agree, but she was still trying to get her breath back.
“Dean’s party is in five minutes, and I don’t have time to take a shower,” she complained. Gabriel sighed long-sufferingly and snapped his fingers. The lingering scent of sex disappeared and Sam felt cleaner. “Thank you.” She sat up and started looking for clean clothes to wear.
“Is it really a party if only your parents, sister, and boyfriend are there?”he mused aloud.
Sam fastened her bra and shimmied into a long-sleeved red sweater. “It is for Dean,” she said. “Quality, not quantity.” She paused. “And Dean doesn’t know Cas is his boyfriend yet.”
Gabriel laughed and settled against the headboard to watch her get dressed. “It’s more fun that way,” he said. “They’re premium entertainment.”
Sam knew that was true. Watching Dean and Cas unknowingly flirt with each other kept her amused for days at a time while on the road. It was like a romantic comedy that never ended. “I’ve got to go,” she said and leaned in for a kiss. “Are you going to stick around?”
“I’ll be here,” Gabriel promised.
Sam smiled at him and hurried from her room. She could smell supper as soon as she stepped outside the room, the scent of apple pie turning her stomach. Their mom had fixed one of Dean’s other favorite foods - bacon cheeseburgers. Sam wrinkled her nose in disgust but steeled her resolve to get through dinner without vomiting.
When she cleared the last stair and found her family waiting at the table, Cas had arrived. She waved to him in greeting and took her seat. Mary had left more juice for her, and she was glad to see it. There was also a nice salad, which didn’t look appetizing but she didn’t think it would make her puke it back up again. She noticed the silence for the first time and turned to see Cas staring at her motionlessly. Oh shit.
“Something wrong, Cas?” Dean asked.
Cas dragged his eyes away from Sam and answered before she could tell him to keep quiet. “I was surprised to notice that Gabriel had impregnated Sam,” he said flatly.
John dropped his glass and Dean’s mouth fell open. He slapped his hand against the table and rattled the silverware. “Gabriel!” he shouted. “Son of a bitch!”