Supernatural -- "Bargain" Gabriel/girl!Sam
I wasn't going to confess to this, but I might as well.
This is the prompt at spn_gabriel's kink meme round two:
Trickster!Gabriel/girl!Sam
Set during Mystery Spot...
Girl!Sam begged the trickster to bring Dean back and the trickster agreed if she submit to him for the night. When the night is over, the trickster break his promises to bring Dean back much to Sam's frustration and sorrow. the trickster left the crying Sam cruelly behind.
Sam is devastated and became desperate in her attempt to get revenge on the trickster. Bobby and Ruby have to step in to stop her from doing stupid things. Ruby told Sam that she could still save Dean by killing Lilith.
Sam is disgusted when she realized she is pregnant with the trickster's child and wants to get rid of it. however even in the womb, the baby apparently has power and actually refuse to be killed. ruby suggested sam use the baby's power to hunt lilith and sam agreed.
the trickster found out about the child when sam use the baby's power and alerted other angels and demons alike of the nephilim-like power of the baby. he realizes he need to get sam and the baby to safety because they will be in danger. but how can he get sam to trust him back when he is the one to kill her brother?
Title: Bargain
Author: wonderfoal
Rating: R
Wordcount: ~4500
Warnings: ANGST. Oral sex, sex. AU (Sam was always a girl, and it deviates from canon in "Mystery Spot")
Summary: Sam strikes a deal with the Trickster, but no one is satisfied.
Notes: Ha, I can't believe I wrote this. Way, way sadder than I had planned on. I almost didn't post it on the meme and it sat on my computer for days, but figured I might as well....
Had to tweak the ending of “Mystery Spot.” “Bobby” just gave her the ritual, didn’t make a real appearance. Dialogue in italics is past dialogue.
“What kind of idiot tries to strike a bargain with nothing to offer?”
“The desperate kind.”
Gabriel’s leaning against the wall and Sam’s on her knees in front of him. She’s all coldness and hard edges, even with her warm body and soft curves. She’s a delicious contradiction, one he wants to taste again and again, but tonight’s the only night he can have her. He’s pushed her to this point, with his time-loop bombardment of her brother’s death, and then the months-long reality of life without him. This cold woman on her knees before him is a product of his making. He’s taken an already-desperate woman and chipped away at her sanity until she’s willing to take any chance, is desperate to believe in any life preserver tossed her way.
This life preserver’s riddled with holes, but she won’t know that until it’s too late.
Her nimble fingers unbutton his pants and slide them down to his knees. Then she has him in hand and tucks her head down to lick him. Gabriel’s eyes fix on her slick pink tongue running up his length and he swallows hard. He’s always been interested in the Winchester siblings, knows what’s looming in store for them, but he never thought his interest would pay off like this.
“Don’t get too used to the view,” she snaps when he doesn’t look away. She’s foregone makeup, but Gabriel had tasted chapstick when he’d tried kissing her earlier. It tints her lips a delicate pink and he wants to lick it off, but she’s been firm in her edict that she will not kiss him.
“Maybe I should just take a picture,” he counters. “It’ll be a little souvenir to remind me of all the fun we’ve had together.”
Sam glares up at him. “Do it and I’ll bite it off.” She scrapes her teeth over his sensitive skin to emphasize her point. Gabriel doesn’t need the picture - this scene is going to be burned into his brain for all time. She licks her lips and then takes him into her mouth, closing her eyes so she won’t have to look at him. Sam’s done this before, he can tell. She takes him in deep and then flicks her tongue over him as she pulls back. Then she bobs down again until he hits her throat and his hands automatically go to hold her by the hair.
What she can’t take in her mouth she covers with her hands. She’s trimmed her nails back, but they’re still long enough that they drag over his skin, and the hard calluses on her fingers create a rough friction that fills him with want. He’s been hard since she summoned him there. When he’d sent the fake-Bobby to her, it had been with a real summoning ritual, one that maidens used to sacrifice themselves sexually to pagan gods. He’d assumed she’d balk at the human sacrifice it required. He’d never thought she’d actually go through with it, hadn’t planned on the acrid scent of burning herbs that went straight to his cock.
“Please. He’s my brother.”
“And like it or not, this is what life’s going to be like without him.”
“I’ll do anything, please!”
“…Anything? Are you sure about that?”
Gabriel bucks a little with her next lick, his hands tightening in her hair until she hisses in discomfort. He immediately lets go. This isn’t about pain. She may not want to be there, but he’s not about to hurt her. Not physically, anyway. It’ll hurt emotionally, but one clean break with Dean is what she needs. If he does what she wants - rewinds time back to that first Wednesday - things will just be worse in the end. There’s no point in her getting Dean back just to lose him again. One clean gunshot wound is less painful than being ripped to shreds by Hellhounds. Sam will see that eventually.
Sam keeps up a steady rhythm and works him with her tongue and her fingers. She pulls back, almost all the way off, and sucks lightly at the head. He grunts, and she opens her eyes to meet his. The look she slants him through lowered eyelashes is full of passion - the resentment, the anger, the hate is powerful. His orgasm takes him by surprise and he instinctively holds her head still as he comes. Most of it ends up in her mouth, and her face scrunches up in disgust and anger. What escapes smears over her chin and he wipes it away with his thumb before letting her go.
Once she’s free, she spits his come out and wipes her mouth on the back of her hand. She’s still glaring at him, but her lips are red and wet and she’s never looked better to him. “I could use that camera now,” he smirks.
He didn’t think it was possible, but her face sours even more. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Even if I could-“
“You can.”
“True. But that don’t mean I should.”
Gabriel snaps his clothes off. Then he makes Sam stand in front of him as he undresses her. As soon as her blouse is slipped off, she crosses her arms in front of her chest. She’s still wearing her bra, so the act is more of defiance than shyness. Gabriel chuckles under his breath and then he unbuttons and unzips her jeans and slowly tugs them down her thighs, past her knees, and down to her ankles. She kicks them off one leg at a time and he watches in approval as she stands in front of him in just her underwear.
He peels her delicate lacy panties away from her flesh and then turns her away so he can unfasten her bra and free her breasts. Once she’s completely naked, he looks her up and down in satisfaction. He’s known prettier women - he’s been prettier women - but there’s something special about Sammy Winchester that draws him to her.
They’re still in the Mystery Spot where Sam had summoned him. Gabriel had wanted to find a more comfortable location, maybe a cushy bed and silk sheets. He had a leopard-print set he’d wanted to break in, and maybe even put them on a special vibrating bed, just for fun. But Sam hadn’t been interested in comfort, or style, or fun.
Sam picks a spot beside large jars filled with green goo and floating plastic alien body parts. She leans over the shelf and gives him an enticing view of ass. He’s tempted, but that’s not what he wants. She thinks she can just sit back passively while he does all the work, but that’s not what’s going to happen.
There’s a table nailed to the wall at an angle, and Gabriel sweeps the glued-on plates away and leans against it. He beckons her to him and she looks at him unhappily as she approaches. One of the perks about being inhuman is that he’s not limited like they are. He’s already hard for her, even so soon after coming. He reclines on the table and folds his hands under his head. He looks unbearably smug and he knows it, smirks at her as she stares at him through narrowed eyes. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
Sam joins him on the table. She crawls over his legs until she’s straddling his hips and then slowly lowers herself onto him. He’s relieved to feel how wet she is; he’d been worried that she was so turned off that everything about this was going to be unpleasant for her. Sam breathes out hard through her nose as she sinks all the way down and immediately rises up again.
Gabriel grunts as she rocks forward and leans over him so that she’s putting most of her weight on her forearms. His hands move up to hold her by the waist and he can feel her muscles trembling underneath her skin as she raises and lowers herself onto him. Her eyes are closed and she’s not looking at him, but her body is warm and responsive. Under all that, he can feel the sharp edges he’s exposed by taking Dean away. This Sam riding him is not the same Sammy Winchester he’d seen at the college campus. Death and fear and desperation have whittled away at her until the raw edges underneath have been exposed and she’s changed forever. This woman is a predator, but she’s not too far gone. She still can’t recognize when she’s the prey as well. What Gabriel’s going to do to her tonight might break her forever, but it’s worth it if he can save them all from a worse fate.
Sam gives a little whimper as his cock rubs her just right, but she only looks more distressed at her body’s response. She doesn’t want to enjoy it. She wants to get it over with so she can get Dean back and forget it ever happened.
When he finally comes, he can see the relief in Sam’s eyes as she thinks she’s finally going to get Dean back. He holds her tight by the hips as he releases into her, and immediately afterwards she slides off of him and stands shakily on the floor for just a moment before pulling her clothes back on her body. He can tell by the way she moves that she’s aching for completion, but she won’t let her body have it, not with him.
Gabriel snaps his fingers and he’s fully dressed again. Not a hair is out of place and he looks as cool and relaxed as ever. Sam crosses her arms in front of her chest again, but she’s forgotten to put on her bra and it makes her breasts push together enticingly. “I’ve done my part,” she says thickly. “Now bring him back. Send me back to that Tuesday, or Wednesday, when this all started.”
Gabriel shakes his head. He almost hates doing this to her, but he has to stand by the plan. “Sorry kiddo. No can do.”
It doesn’t sink in immediately. Then she blinks and for just a second he thinks she’s going to cry. It’s quickly replaced by rage. “What?” she snarls. “We had a deal!”
“Yeah, about that…” he pauses. “You really should have had it in writing.” He shrugs.
“Bring him back,” she bites out. “You bring him back!” she shrieks. Rage twists her face into an ugly mask and then she throws herself at him. Her fingernails scrape over her skin and she punches him, but it does more damage to her hands than to him. He holds her by the wrists to keep her from hurting herself and slowly pushes her to the floor.
“Sometimes, Sammy, you’ve just gotta let people go.” The angel part of him is sad for her, but the pagan part of him relishes his victory. Even someone who knew he was a Trickster could still be tricked. It all has its purpose, he thinks as the angry tears spill from her eyes. She’ll focus on him instead of Lilith and the demons. He can take her hate with little consequence. It’s worth it if it can derail her from the awful track they’re riding.
“I’ll be seeing you around, Sammy.” With a snap, he’s gone.
“This all stopped being fun months ago.”
“I’m over it.”
“What does that mean?”
“That’s for me to know...”
****
“.... And you to find out.”
Sam knows she needs help. She went a little crazy after the Trickster left her sobbing on the floor of the Mystery Spot, but her narrow focus put her back on track soon enough. She’d spent the six months after Dean died fixated on finding the Trickster, but that was all with the fragile hope that she could convince him to give Dean back. Then she was motivated, now she’s obsessed. She dreams, breathes, lives every day with thoughts of finding him and sticking a wooden stake right through his heart. He’d toyed with her, built her up and then shattered her into too many pieces to ever be put back whole.
Before, when she still had hope, the thoughts of finding him kept her calm and cool with steely determination. Clues went up on the walls, weapons were kept in flawless condition, she ate well to keep her strength up as she hunted him down. It’s like that again the first month after he crushes her hope. Her rage burns hot and she knows now he won’t return Dean, but the thought of killing him keeps her locked on target and fuels her every day motions.
The second month, the rage turns icy cold. The burning fire is gone, and all that’s left is sharp, painful hate for the monster that used her so callously. It drives her on, but it’s a different kind of motivation. The leads dry up, and Bobby tells her to come home and they’ll work it together, but Sam can’t stop moving. She stops sleeping, stops eating, and every night she replays their encounter over and over in her head. She leans over him, taking his cock deep inside her, and then from behind her back she retrieves a wooden stake and drives it through his chest when he’s at his most vulnerable. It’s a pleasant dream that leaves her wet and aching, and she adds that onto her burning thirst for revenge.
The third month, she breaks down completely. The hate’s still there, but her fantasies of catching the Trickster have withered away. She spends her days hunting and her nights drinking, then her days and nights drinking. Hunting while drunk is stupid, and on some distant level she realizes she’s trying to kill herself. She stops hunting the Trickster altogether. The leads are all gone, and there are other monsters to kill. It pains her to let him go, but there’s no point in it, and it’s not going to help anyone. She’d get a lot of satisfaction out of killing him, but more than that she starts blaming herself for being dumb enough to trust him. The guilt and the self-hate keep her in bars, and she runs through the last of the credit cards and has to start sleeping in the Impala on nights she can’t find an abandoned building to crash in.
“Do you really think this is what Dean would have wanted?” Ruby asks coldly one morning.
Sam spits residual vomit from her mouth and wipes her hair away from her sweaty forehead. She has the mother of all hangovers, can’t stop vomiting, and her head is killing her. “What Dean would have wanted?” she repeats acidly. “What Dean wanted was to not go to Hell.”
“We’ll find a way to save you,” she’d promised. Lies - just like the Trickster had lied to her.
Just like Ruby had lied to her. She’d put her trust in the demon to help her save Dean, and it had all fallen through.
Unaware of her thoughts, Ruby continues, “Dean gave his soul to save you, Sam, and now you’re just throwing it away. Talk about gratitude.”
“Shut up,” Sam snarls. “You said you’d help us and all you did was make things worse.” She remembers her last days with Dean and the arguments between them about Ruby. He died anyway and all it did was sour their time together.
“Worse?” Ruby snaps. She’s going to continue, but then thinks better of it. More gently, she soothes Sam’s frayed temper. “Sam, I didn’t lie to you. We could have saved Dean, but the deadline came early. Because of the Trickster.” A flicker of hate licks at her, but it’s not enough to motivate her into action.
“It doesn’t matter,” Sam chokes. “I can’t get him back. I can’t even find the bastard who sent him to Hell early.”
Ruby moves in for the kill. “But we can find Lilith.”
“Lilith?”
Ruby smiles wickedly, but Sam doesn’t see it. “She’s the one who owns Dean’s contract. She’s the one who made him go to Hell. And Sam, I’ve got a lead on her.”
“It won’t bring Dean back,” Sam says quietly. But inside, the fire of revenge is being stoked. She looks up at Ruby through bleary eyes. “Where is the bitch?”
“Just bring him back.”
“Who? Dean? Didn’t my girl send you the flowers? Dean’s dead - he ain't coming back.”
****
“This joke? It’s on you Sam.”
Going after Lilith gets her off the booze. She needs everything she has to tackle a demon of her caliber, but that’s not all it does. It lets her think clearly for the first time in weeks, and she realizes what should have been obvious to her months ago. She’s missed her period twice, she’s been sick in the mornings, and she had unprotected sex with a monster.
Having a monster baby is just about the worst thing that can still happen to her. Just when she thinks the Trickster had screwed her over as much as he could, she finds out about this little surprise.
“Look, all I’m saying is that this could be a good thing.”
Sam glares at Ruby as she washes her mouth out with water. “How could this possibly be a good thing?” Her head’s still spinning from the attack that gripped her body when she swallowed the potion. It was a straight line from discovering she’s pregnant to getting rid of the monster-baby. She isn’t in any shape to have a kid, and the Trickster’s kid would be the very last one she’d have. Ruby knows witchcraft and she’d been quick to bring her a mix of herbs and other stuff Sam didn’t want to know about that would make her lose the baby.
What they hadn’t been counting on was the baby’s will to live, and its power to save itself. As soon as she’d swallowed the mixture, a warm light had swept over her and cleared the poison from her. It had left her shaking and frustrated that she didn’t even have this much control over her life. Sam feels like she has a parasitoid growing in her that she can’t remove and it is going to eat her from the inside out. It may be the truth - the father isn’t human, she doesn’t know how this is going to work. Is it even hers, or is it something he implanted in her?
“Didn’t you feel that power?” Ruby asks, and Sam resents the excitement she can hear in her voice.
Of course she did, but what does that have to do with anything? “And that helps us how?”
Ruby looms over her, smiling. “Lilith, Sam. Lilith.”
****
Gabriel’s sipping a chocolate milkshake when he feels it for the first time. On the edge of his awareness, there’s a flare of light that calls to him. It’s an angel’s presence - something he hasn’t felt in a long, long time - but also not. Half-breed, he realizes in surprise.
It’s a powerful, pulsing beacon that’s going to draw every angel, demon, and monster for thousands of miles. Something feels wrong about it, though. There’s an underlying wickedness that unsettles him, and he can’t figure out why it would affect him this way. He goes to investigate, but he’s not prepared for what he finds there.
Sam’s lips and cheek are streaked with blood, and he can feel the insidious scent of sulfur permeating the room. She’s heaving for breath and her nose is dripping blood. The demon beside her is half-dressed and bleeding from a cut on her shoulder. The man on the floor is dead, and Gabriel can see the lingering hints of a recently-exorcised demon.
“That was really good, Sam,” the demon praises. “You’re getting a lot better.”
Sam smiles shakily. “It’s getting easier.” Her hands go down to the swell of her belly and Gabriel can feel that flare of muted grace again. It’s a strong pull, heady and intoxicating, like waving a juicy steak in front of a room full of starving lions. The baby growing in her is a source of power, and it won’t escape notice for long.
It’s his baby, he knows instantly. It feels familiar to him, and he can feel a connection to it. He hadn’t thought that Sam would--
“Now do the other one,” the demon coaxes. For the first time, Gabriel notices the second man bound tight in a devil’s trap. The demon’s watching the scene through narrowed eyes, but he doesn’t look afraid.
Sam nods once and then turns to face the other demon. She wipes the blood away on the back of her hand and then raises her arm and closes her eyes.
Gabriel watches in stunned fascination as the demon chokes and gags and tries to keep itself locked inside the vessel. Sam trembles and the blood leaks from her nose again as she pulls it out of the human. It’s horrifying and repulsive and fascinating at the same time.
And then Sam sags and pants for breath. The demon she was trying to exorcise laughs and Sam snarls at him. The dark-haired demon cheers her on. “C’mon Sam, tap into it again. I know you can do it.”
Sam straightens upright and pushes her hand out again. She closes her eyes and focuses, and then there’s a tug on the baby’s grace as Sam taps into its power. There’s a flare of light that would burn out a human’s eyes if they could see it as the baby cries out in pain. Sam’s siphoning its power to fuel her own, and the damage she’s wreaking is horrible. “It’s like having a battery inside of me,” she tells the demon in a mewling voice.
Sam tugs the demon out of the man with one swift pull and then casts it back to Hell. The baby’s cry dampens until it’s just a little whimper that pulses under the surface. Gabriel stares transfixed as the other demon drags her finger through the cut on her shoulder and holds it out for Sam to lick. “Good job.” Sam sucks the blood away and the baby whimpers at the poison. It’s doing its best to cleanse her of the poison, but Gabriel can tell there’s too much of it by this point in time. “I think you’re almost ready to go after Lilith.”
She wets her finger with blood once more and Sam eagerly sucks it into her mouth. The baby whimpers again, and Gabriel can’t watch the scene any longer. He reveals himself silently and jerks the demon’s hand away from Sam’s mouth. The demon turns angry eyes at him, ready to attack, but then she sees him for what he really is and pales in horror.
“You,” Sam hisses and lunges at him. She shoots him, but the bullet doesn’t have any effect. She goes after him with her hands and fingernails, but Gabriel just pushes her away. He looms over the demon, ready to deal with her once and for all, but she’s a fast bitch. Her mouth opens wide and then a column of black smoke rises toward the ceiling and disappears into the vents.
Gabriel lets her go. His most pressing concern right now is getting Sam and the baby to safety. With the way the baby’s grace has been flaring up, he’s expecting trouble at any moment.
“Stay the hell away from me,” Sam snaps at him like a wounded animal. Gabriel takes her by the arm and snaps them away.
****
There are a hundred things he wants to say, but the first thing that pops out of his mouth is, “You’re killing the baby.”
Sam snaps back with a “good” and he recoils. “Screwing with me about Dean wasn’t enough?” she asks in a deadly calm. “You put this thing inside me, let it feed off of me-“
“Sam, it’s your son.” The baby’s grace is muted, and it’s in a lot of pain, but Gabriel can see the dark-haired boy trying to be born.
Sam sneers back at him. “It’s just another trick. Trickster, right?” she laughs. “I’m not falling for it again.”
Gabriel exhales loudly and wishes he could show her what he can see. “I’m not lying to you Sam. This isn’t a trick. It - he - really is your son. He’s not a monster.”
Sam snorts a laugh. “Not a monster? How stupid do you think I am? Nice try, genius, but monster daddy equals monster baby.” She raps her hand over her enlarged belly. “You’re just angry because I turned it on you. You didn’t think I could use it to my advantage, but I outsmarted you.”
“You’re killing your son,” he tells her again. He sees her resolve waver for just a second, but she’s not going to believe anything he tells her. Not as he is now. He can tell her the truth, about who he really is. He can show her his wings, do things that are beyond a Trickster’s powers. Sam was always the Winchester with the most faith, and he can play it to his advantage. Even with everything he’s done to her, all he has to do is tell her that they were testing her - that Heaven needs her - and she’ll do what he wants.
He considers it for a second before letting the thought pass. He put this into motion as the Trickster, he can stop it that way as well.
“Sam, when you use the baby’s power, you hurt him. He’s crying out, and it’s drawing every bad thing for hundreds miles to you.”
Sam glares up at him, unmoved. “And why would you care?”
Gabriel stares her down. “It’s my kid, too. And I’m not going to let you use him - kill him - for this. Sam… Stop hurting the baby, lay off the demon blood, and I’ll give Dean back to you.” His voice is as grim and serious as it’s ever been in a human body. “I’ll send you back to that Wednesday, and it’ll be like none of this ever happened.”
Sam stares up at him for a long time. Then… “No.”
“No?” he repeats, bewildered. “This is what you wanted.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t believe you.”
“Sam-“
“You can offer anything you want to offer, but no. I’m never going to agree. I don’t trust you.”
Gabriel closes his eyes and pushes back annoyance. She knows he wants the baby, wants to protect the baby, and she can use it against him. When he looks at her again, he’s expecting her to be smugly triumphant. Instead…
The smug smile, the cold rage, the burning anger - all of it is gone. When Sam looks up at him, she’s calm and honest. “You don’t have anything to offer me. Nothing you give me is going to be real. So, no.”
“What kind of idiot tries to strike a bargain with nothing to offer?”
“The desperate kind.”
“This joke’s on you.”
This is the prompt at spn_gabriel's kink meme round two:
Trickster!Gabriel/girl!Sam
Set during Mystery Spot...
Girl!Sam begged the trickster to bring Dean back and the trickster agreed if she submit to him for the night. When the night is over, the trickster break his promises to bring Dean back much to Sam's frustration and sorrow. the trickster left the crying Sam cruelly behind.
Sam is devastated and became desperate in her attempt to get revenge on the trickster. Bobby and Ruby have to step in to stop her from doing stupid things. Ruby told Sam that she could still save Dean by killing Lilith.
Sam is disgusted when she realized she is pregnant with the trickster's child and wants to get rid of it. however even in the womb, the baby apparently has power and actually refuse to be killed. ruby suggested sam use the baby's power to hunt lilith and sam agreed.
the trickster found out about the child when sam use the baby's power and alerted other angels and demons alike of the nephilim-like power of the baby. he realizes he need to get sam and the baby to safety because they will be in danger. but how can he get sam to trust him back when he is the one to kill her brother?
Title: Bargain
Author: wonderfoal
Rating: R
Wordcount: ~4500
Warnings: ANGST. Oral sex, sex. AU (Sam was always a girl, and it deviates from canon in "Mystery Spot")
Summary: Sam strikes a deal with the Trickster, but no one is satisfied.
Notes: Ha, I can't believe I wrote this. Way, way sadder than I had planned on. I almost didn't post it on the meme and it sat on my computer for days, but figured I might as well....
Had to tweak the ending of “Mystery Spot.” “Bobby” just gave her the ritual, didn’t make a real appearance. Dialogue in italics is past dialogue.
“What kind of idiot tries to strike a bargain with nothing to offer?”
“The desperate kind.”
Gabriel’s leaning against the wall and Sam’s on her knees in front of him. She’s all coldness and hard edges, even with her warm body and soft curves. She’s a delicious contradiction, one he wants to taste again and again, but tonight’s the only night he can have her. He’s pushed her to this point, with his time-loop bombardment of her brother’s death, and then the months-long reality of life without him. This cold woman on her knees before him is a product of his making. He’s taken an already-desperate woman and chipped away at her sanity until she’s willing to take any chance, is desperate to believe in any life preserver tossed her way.
This life preserver’s riddled with holes, but she won’t know that until it’s too late.
Her nimble fingers unbutton his pants and slide them down to his knees. Then she has him in hand and tucks her head down to lick him. Gabriel’s eyes fix on her slick pink tongue running up his length and he swallows hard. He’s always been interested in the Winchester siblings, knows what’s looming in store for them, but he never thought his interest would pay off like this.
“Don’t get too used to the view,” she snaps when he doesn’t look away. She’s foregone makeup, but Gabriel had tasted chapstick when he’d tried kissing her earlier. It tints her lips a delicate pink and he wants to lick it off, but she’s been firm in her edict that she will not kiss him.
“Maybe I should just take a picture,” he counters. “It’ll be a little souvenir to remind me of all the fun we’ve had together.”
Sam glares up at him. “Do it and I’ll bite it off.” She scrapes her teeth over his sensitive skin to emphasize her point. Gabriel doesn’t need the picture - this scene is going to be burned into his brain for all time. She licks her lips and then takes him into her mouth, closing her eyes so she won’t have to look at him. Sam’s done this before, he can tell. She takes him in deep and then flicks her tongue over him as she pulls back. Then she bobs down again until he hits her throat and his hands automatically go to hold her by the hair.
What she can’t take in her mouth she covers with her hands. She’s trimmed her nails back, but they’re still long enough that they drag over his skin, and the hard calluses on her fingers create a rough friction that fills him with want. He’s been hard since she summoned him there. When he’d sent the fake-Bobby to her, it had been with a real summoning ritual, one that maidens used to sacrifice themselves sexually to pagan gods. He’d assumed she’d balk at the human sacrifice it required. He’d never thought she’d actually go through with it, hadn’t planned on the acrid scent of burning herbs that went straight to his cock.
“Please. He’s my brother.”
“And like it or not, this is what life’s going to be like without him.”
“I’ll do anything, please!”
“…Anything? Are you sure about that?”
Gabriel bucks a little with her next lick, his hands tightening in her hair until she hisses in discomfort. He immediately lets go. This isn’t about pain. She may not want to be there, but he’s not about to hurt her. Not physically, anyway. It’ll hurt emotionally, but one clean break with Dean is what she needs. If he does what she wants - rewinds time back to that first Wednesday - things will just be worse in the end. There’s no point in her getting Dean back just to lose him again. One clean gunshot wound is less painful than being ripped to shreds by Hellhounds. Sam will see that eventually.
Sam keeps up a steady rhythm and works him with her tongue and her fingers. She pulls back, almost all the way off, and sucks lightly at the head. He grunts, and she opens her eyes to meet his. The look she slants him through lowered eyelashes is full of passion - the resentment, the anger, the hate is powerful. His orgasm takes him by surprise and he instinctively holds her head still as he comes. Most of it ends up in her mouth, and her face scrunches up in disgust and anger. What escapes smears over her chin and he wipes it away with his thumb before letting her go.
Once she’s free, she spits his come out and wipes her mouth on the back of her hand. She’s still glaring at him, but her lips are red and wet and she’s never looked better to him. “I could use that camera now,” he smirks.
He didn’t think it was possible, but her face sours even more. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Even if I could-“
“You can.”
“True. But that don’t mean I should.”
Gabriel snaps his clothes off. Then he makes Sam stand in front of him as he undresses her. As soon as her blouse is slipped off, she crosses her arms in front of her chest. She’s still wearing her bra, so the act is more of defiance than shyness. Gabriel chuckles under his breath and then he unbuttons and unzips her jeans and slowly tugs them down her thighs, past her knees, and down to her ankles. She kicks them off one leg at a time and he watches in approval as she stands in front of him in just her underwear.
He peels her delicate lacy panties away from her flesh and then turns her away so he can unfasten her bra and free her breasts. Once she’s completely naked, he looks her up and down in satisfaction. He’s known prettier women - he’s been prettier women - but there’s something special about Sammy Winchester that draws him to her.
They’re still in the Mystery Spot where Sam had summoned him. Gabriel had wanted to find a more comfortable location, maybe a cushy bed and silk sheets. He had a leopard-print set he’d wanted to break in, and maybe even put them on a special vibrating bed, just for fun. But Sam hadn’t been interested in comfort, or style, or fun.
Sam picks a spot beside large jars filled with green goo and floating plastic alien body parts. She leans over the shelf and gives him an enticing view of ass. He’s tempted, but that’s not what he wants. She thinks she can just sit back passively while he does all the work, but that’s not what’s going to happen.
There’s a table nailed to the wall at an angle, and Gabriel sweeps the glued-on plates away and leans against it. He beckons her to him and she looks at him unhappily as she approaches. One of the perks about being inhuman is that he’s not limited like they are. He’s already hard for her, even so soon after coming. He reclines on the table and folds his hands under his head. He looks unbearably smug and he knows it, smirks at her as she stares at him through narrowed eyes. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
Sam joins him on the table. She crawls over his legs until she’s straddling his hips and then slowly lowers herself onto him. He’s relieved to feel how wet she is; he’d been worried that she was so turned off that everything about this was going to be unpleasant for her. Sam breathes out hard through her nose as she sinks all the way down and immediately rises up again.
Gabriel grunts as she rocks forward and leans over him so that she’s putting most of her weight on her forearms. His hands move up to hold her by the waist and he can feel her muscles trembling underneath her skin as she raises and lowers herself onto him. Her eyes are closed and she’s not looking at him, but her body is warm and responsive. Under all that, he can feel the sharp edges he’s exposed by taking Dean away. This Sam riding him is not the same Sammy Winchester he’d seen at the college campus. Death and fear and desperation have whittled away at her until the raw edges underneath have been exposed and she’s changed forever. This woman is a predator, but she’s not too far gone. She still can’t recognize when she’s the prey as well. What Gabriel’s going to do to her tonight might break her forever, but it’s worth it if he can save them all from a worse fate.
Sam gives a little whimper as his cock rubs her just right, but she only looks more distressed at her body’s response. She doesn’t want to enjoy it. She wants to get it over with so she can get Dean back and forget it ever happened.
When he finally comes, he can see the relief in Sam’s eyes as she thinks she’s finally going to get Dean back. He holds her tight by the hips as he releases into her, and immediately afterwards she slides off of him and stands shakily on the floor for just a moment before pulling her clothes back on her body. He can tell by the way she moves that she’s aching for completion, but she won’t let her body have it, not with him.
Gabriel snaps his fingers and he’s fully dressed again. Not a hair is out of place and he looks as cool and relaxed as ever. Sam crosses her arms in front of her chest again, but she’s forgotten to put on her bra and it makes her breasts push together enticingly. “I’ve done my part,” she says thickly. “Now bring him back. Send me back to that Tuesday, or Wednesday, when this all started.”
Gabriel shakes his head. He almost hates doing this to her, but he has to stand by the plan. “Sorry kiddo. No can do.”
It doesn’t sink in immediately. Then she blinks and for just a second he thinks she’s going to cry. It’s quickly replaced by rage. “What?” she snarls. “We had a deal!”
“Yeah, about that…” he pauses. “You really should have had it in writing.” He shrugs.
“Bring him back,” she bites out. “You bring him back!” she shrieks. Rage twists her face into an ugly mask and then she throws herself at him. Her fingernails scrape over her skin and she punches him, but it does more damage to her hands than to him. He holds her by the wrists to keep her from hurting herself and slowly pushes her to the floor.
“Sometimes, Sammy, you’ve just gotta let people go.” The angel part of him is sad for her, but the pagan part of him relishes his victory. Even someone who knew he was a Trickster could still be tricked. It all has its purpose, he thinks as the angry tears spill from her eyes. She’ll focus on him instead of Lilith and the demons. He can take her hate with little consequence. It’s worth it if it can derail her from the awful track they’re riding.
“I’ll be seeing you around, Sammy.” With a snap, he’s gone.
“This all stopped being fun months ago.”
“I’m over it.”
“What does that mean?”
“That’s for me to know...”
****
“.... And you to find out.”
Sam knows she needs help. She went a little crazy after the Trickster left her sobbing on the floor of the Mystery Spot, but her narrow focus put her back on track soon enough. She’d spent the six months after Dean died fixated on finding the Trickster, but that was all with the fragile hope that she could convince him to give Dean back. Then she was motivated, now she’s obsessed. She dreams, breathes, lives every day with thoughts of finding him and sticking a wooden stake right through his heart. He’d toyed with her, built her up and then shattered her into too many pieces to ever be put back whole.
Before, when she still had hope, the thoughts of finding him kept her calm and cool with steely determination. Clues went up on the walls, weapons were kept in flawless condition, she ate well to keep her strength up as she hunted him down. It’s like that again the first month after he crushes her hope. Her rage burns hot and she knows now he won’t return Dean, but the thought of killing him keeps her locked on target and fuels her every day motions.
The second month, the rage turns icy cold. The burning fire is gone, and all that’s left is sharp, painful hate for the monster that used her so callously. It drives her on, but it’s a different kind of motivation. The leads dry up, and Bobby tells her to come home and they’ll work it together, but Sam can’t stop moving. She stops sleeping, stops eating, and every night she replays their encounter over and over in her head. She leans over him, taking his cock deep inside her, and then from behind her back she retrieves a wooden stake and drives it through his chest when he’s at his most vulnerable. It’s a pleasant dream that leaves her wet and aching, and she adds that onto her burning thirst for revenge.
The third month, she breaks down completely. The hate’s still there, but her fantasies of catching the Trickster have withered away. She spends her days hunting and her nights drinking, then her days and nights drinking. Hunting while drunk is stupid, and on some distant level she realizes she’s trying to kill herself. She stops hunting the Trickster altogether. The leads are all gone, and there are other monsters to kill. It pains her to let him go, but there’s no point in it, and it’s not going to help anyone. She’d get a lot of satisfaction out of killing him, but more than that she starts blaming herself for being dumb enough to trust him. The guilt and the self-hate keep her in bars, and she runs through the last of the credit cards and has to start sleeping in the Impala on nights she can’t find an abandoned building to crash in.
“Do you really think this is what Dean would have wanted?” Ruby asks coldly one morning.
Sam spits residual vomit from her mouth and wipes her hair away from her sweaty forehead. She has the mother of all hangovers, can’t stop vomiting, and her head is killing her. “What Dean would have wanted?” she repeats acidly. “What Dean wanted was to not go to Hell.”
“We’ll find a way to save you,” she’d promised. Lies - just like the Trickster had lied to her.
Just like Ruby had lied to her. She’d put her trust in the demon to help her save Dean, and it had all fallen through.
Unaware of her thoughts, Ruby continues, “Dean gave his soul to save you, Sam, and now you’re just throwing it away. Talk about gratitude.”
“Shut up,” Sam snarls. “You said you’d help us and all you did was make things worse.” She remembers her last days with Dean and the arguments between them about Ruby. He died anyway and all it did was sour their time together.
“Worse?” Ruby snaps. She’s going to continue, but then thinks better of it. More gently, she soothes Sam’s frayed temper. “Sam, I didn’t lie to you. We could have saved Dean, but the deadline came early. Because of the Trickster.” A flicker of hate licks at her, but it’s not enough to motivate her into action.
“It doesn’t matter,” Sam chokes. “I can’t get him back. I can’t even find the bastard who sent him to Hell early.”
Ruby moves in for the kill. “But we can find Lilith.”
“Lilith?”
Ruby smiles wickedly, but Sam doesn’t see it. “She’s the one who owns Dean’s contract. She’s the one who made him go to Hell. And Sam, I’ve got a lead on her.”
“It won’t bring Dean back,” Sam says quietly. But inside, the fire of revenge is being stoked. She looks up at Ruby through bleary eyes. “Where is the bitch?”
“Just bring him back.”
“Who? Dean? Didn’t my girl send you the flowers? Dean’s dead - he ain't coming back.”
****
“This joke? It’s on you Sam.”
Going after Lilith gets her off the booze. She needs everything she has to tackle a demon of her caliber, but that’s not all it does. It lets her think clearly for the first time in weeks, and she realizes what should have been obvious to her months ago. She’s missed her period twice, she’s been sick in the mornings, and she had unprotected sex with a monster.
Having a monster baby is just about the worst thing that can still happen to her. Just when she thinks the Trickster had screwed her over as much as he could, she finds out about this little surprise.
“Look, all I’m saying is that this could be a good thing.”
Sam glares at Ruby as she washes her mouth out with water. “How could this possibly be a good thing?” Her head’s still spinning from the attack that gripped her body when she swallowed the potion. It was a straight line from discovering she’s pregnant to getting rid of the monster-baby. She isn’t in any shape to have a kid, and the Trickster’s kid would be the very last one she’d have. Ruby knows witchcraft and she’d been quick to bring her a mix of herbs and other stuff Sam didn’t want to know about that would make her lose the baby.
What they hadn’t been counting on was the baby’s will to live, and its power to save itself. As soon as she’d swallowed the mixture, a warm light had swept over her and cleared the poison from her. It had left her shaking and frustrated that she didn’t even have this much control over her life. Sam feels like she has a parasitoid growing in her that she can’t remove and it is going to eat her from the inside out. It may be the truth - the father isn’t human, she doesn’t know how this is going to work. Is it even hers, or is it something he implanted in her?
“Didn’t you feel that power?” Ruby asks, and Sam resents the excitement she can hear in her voice.
Of course she did, but what does that have to do with anything? “And that helps us how?”
Ruby looms over her, smiling. “Lilith, Sam. Lilith.”
****
Gabriel’s sipping a chocolate milkshake when he feels it for the first time. On the edge of his awareness, there’s a flare of light that calls to him. It’s an angel’s presence - something he hasn’t felt in a long, long time - but also not. Half-breed, he realizes in surprise.
It’s a powerful, pulsing beacon that’s going to draw every angel, demon, and monster for thousands of miles. Something feels wrong about it, though. There’s an underlying wickedness that unsettles him, and he can’t figure out why it would affect him this way. He goes to investigate, but he’s not prepared for what he finds there.
Sam’s lips and cheek are streaked with blood, and he can feel the insidious scent of sulfur permeating the room. She’s heaving for breath and her nose is dripping blood. The demon beside her is half-dressed and bleeding from a cut on her shoulder. The man on the floor is dead, and Gabriel can see the lingering hints of a recently-exorcised demon.
“That was really good, Sam,” the demon praises. “You’re getting a lot better.”
Sam smiles shakily. “It’s getting easier.” Her hands go down to the swell of her belly and Gabriel can feel that flare of muted grace again. It’s a strong pull, heady and intoxicating, like waving a juicy steak in front of a room full of starving lions. The baby growing in her is a source of power, and it won’t escape notice for long.
It’s his baby, he knows instantly. It feels familiar to him, and he can feel a connection to it. He hadn’t thought that Sam would--
“Now do the other one,” the demon coaxes. For the first time, Gabriel notices the second man bound tight in a devil’s trap. The demon’s watching the scene through narrowed eyes, but he doesn’t look afraid.
Sam nods once and then turns to face the other demon. She wipes the blood away on the back of her hand and then raises her arm and closes her eyes.
Gabriel watches in stunned fascination as the demon chokes and gags and tries to keep itself locked inside the vessel. Sam trembles and the blood leaks from her nose again as she pulls it out of the human. It’s horrifying and repulsive and fascinating at the same time.
And then Sam sags and pants for breath. The demon she was trying to exorcise laughs and Sam snarls at him. The dark-haired demon cheers her on. “C’mon Sam, tap into it again. I know you can do it.”
Sam straightens upright and pushes her hand out again. She closes her eyes and focuses, and then there’s a tug on the baby’s grace as Sam taps into its power. There’s a flare of light that would burn out a human’s eyes if they could see it as the baby cries out in pain. Sam’s siphoning its power to fuel her own, and the damage she’s wreaking is horrible. “It’s like having a battery inside of me,” she tells the demon in a mewling voice.
Sam tugs the demon out of the man with one swift pull and then casts it back to Hell. The baby’s cry dampens until it’s just a little whimper that pulses under the surface. Gabriel stares transfixed as the other demon drags her finger through the cut on her shoulder and holds it out for Sam to lick. “Good job.” Sam sucks the blood away and the baby whimpers at the poison. It’s doing its best to cleanse her of the poison, but Gabriel can tell there’s too much of it by this point in time. “I think you’re almost ready to go after Lilith.”
She wets her finger with blood once more and Sam eagerly sucks it into her mouth. The baby whimpers again, and Gabriel can’t watch the scene any longer. He reveals himself silently and jerks the demon’s hand away from Sam’s mouth. The demon turns angry eyes at him, ready to attack, but then she sees him for what he really is and pales in horror.
“You,” Sam hisses and lunges at him. She shoots him, but the bullet doesn’t have any effect. She goes after him with her hands and fingernails, but Gabriel just pushes her away. He looms over the demon, ready to deal with her once and for all, but she’s a fast bitch. Her mouth opens wide and then a column of black smoke rises toward the ceiling and disappears into the vents.
Gabriel lets her go. His most pressing concern right now is getting Sam and the baby to safety. With the way the baby’s grace has been flaring up, he’s expecting trouble at any moment.
“Stay the hell away from me,” Sam snaps at him like a wounded animal. Gabriel takes her by the arm and snaps them away.
****
There are a hundred things he wants to say, but the first thing that pops out of his mouth is, “You’re killing the baby.”
Sam snaps back with a “good” and he recoils. “Screwing with me about Dean wasn’t enough?” she asks in a deadly calm. “You put this thing inside me, let it feed off of me-“
“Sam, it’s your son.” The baby’s grace is muted, and it’s in a lot of pain, but Gabriel can see the dark-haired boy trying to be born.
Sam sneers back at him. “It’s just another trick. Trickster, right?” she laughs. “I’m not falling for it again.”
Gabriel exhales loudly and wishes he could show her what he can see. “I’m not lying to you Sam. This isn’t a trick. It - he - really is your son. He’s not a monster.”
Sam snorts a laugh. “Not a monster? How stupid do you think I am? Nice try, genius, but monster daddy equals monster baby.” She raps her hand over her enlarged belly. “You’re just angry because I turned it on you. You didn’t think I could use it to my advantage, but I outsmarted you.”
“You’re killing your son,” he tells her again. He sees her resolve waver for just a second, but she’s not going to believe anything he tells her. Not as he is now. He can tell her the truth, about who he really is. He can show her his wings, do things that are beyond a Trickster’s powers. Sam was always the Winchester with the most faith, and he can play it to his advantage. Even with everything he’s done to her, all he has to do is tell her that they were testing her - that Heaven needs her - and she’ll do what he wants.
He considers it for a second before letting the thought pass. He put this into motion as the Trickster, he can stop it that way as well.
“Sam, when you use the baby’s power, you hurt him. He’s crying out, and it’s drawing every bad thing for hundreds miles to you.”
Sam glares up at him, unmoved. “And why would you care?”
Gabriel stares her down. “It’s my kid, too. And I’m not going to let you use him - kill him - for this. Sam… Stop hurting the baby, lay off the demon blood, and I’ll give Dean back to you.” His voice is as grim and serious as it’s ever been in a human body. “I’ll send you back to that Wednesday, and it’ll be like none of this ever happened.”
Sam stares up at him for a long time. Then… “No.”
“No?” he repeats, bewildered. “This is what you wanted.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t believe you.”
“Sam-“
“You can offer anything you want to offer, but no. I’m never going to agree. I don’t trust you.”
Gabriel closes his eyes and pushes back annoyance. She knows he wants the baby, wants to protect the baby, and she can use it against him. When he looks at her again, he’s expecting her to be smugly triumphant. Instead…
The smug smile, the cold rage, the burning anger - all of it is gone. When Sam looks up at him, she’s calm and honest. “You don’t have anything to offer me. Nothing you give me is going to be real. So, no.”
“What kind of idiot tries to strike a bargain with nothing to offer?”
“The desperate kind.”
“This joke’s on you.”