Fic: omni gladio ancipiti 2/2
How his little brother and the Winchesters had managed to survive for so long without him looking after them Gabriel would never know. At least this time it wasn't angel ass he had to kick from here to scattered atoms. He would have thought Castiel could handle a few demons (okay, so it was more like half a dozen, but still) by himself, but no. Gabriel had to step in and save the day again.
“You're hopeless, you know that right?” His brother was sprawled on the floor where one of the demons had flung him, Gabriel offered him a hand up. “I don't even want to know how you managed to get into this mess.” Castiel accepted his hand and Gabriel jerked him to his feet.
“Maybe you can offer me some enlightenment on that score, Brother.” Ooh, Cas was pissed, that was his do-not-mess-with-me voice. Gabriel was kind of impressed that he had the balls to use it on an archangel. “The attacks on us have increased exponentially since you made Sam your Bearer.”
“You think I'm trying to get you guys killed?” Gabriel asked, incredulous. Okay, so historically it might have been a good guestimate of his intentions but things were different now.
“I think it is likely that you're playing towards an end game of your own devising and that we are just pawns to you.” Castiel clenched his fists.
“You're getting better at your metaphors, I'll give you that, but your reasoning is screwed. I've been saving your sorry asses. Why would I do that, at great risk to myself, if I wanted you dead?”
Castiel's face was blank as he spoke. Gabriel wondered if Dean had taught him poker yet, he'd probably be awesome at bluffing if he ever managed to understand the point of it. “Helping us survive these attacks, which you brought on us in the first place, could be a ruse to gain our trust.” It was a wonderfully cynical argument, obviously spending time around the Winchesters had knocked some of the shine off Castiel's naivety.
“Huh, you're not as stupid as your obsession with Dean would suggest. It's still not a feasible scenario though. If I was your enemy I never would have made Sam my Bearer.”
Castiel frowned at him. “My obsession with Dean?” Of course, that would be the bit he'd focus on, rather than Gabriel's wonderfully persuasive argument.
“Oh, come on. Anyone with more than two brain cells to rub together could tell that you're totally ass over elbows for him.” Gabriel huffed out his annoyance and dragged himself back on track to his intended goal of trying to persuade Castiel he was sincere.
“But that's not important right now. What's important is that you understand that while making Sam my Bearer attracted a lot of attention to you from upstairs and down below it also gave you a weapon considerably more powerful than anything you had before.” What he didn't say was: which you need because I hate to break it to you, little Brother, but you don't have enough grace left anymore to keep Sam and Dean safe or keep yourself hidden.
“And anyway, Sammy dying right now would be really bad for my mental state.” Gabriel took a deep breath, some human habits were hard to break, and continued. “And for the purposes of the earlier analogy neither Luci nor the boys upstairs have more than two brain cells to rub together and have therefore decided that the Sword Sam's Bearing must be yours. Which is totally stupid because if you could manifest your Sword you'd never give to anyone but Dean, so...” Gabriel trailed off, aware that that had been quite a spectacular rant even for him.
Castiel had tilted his head and was looking at him in fascination, it was unnerving. “You are in love with Samuel Winchester.” It wasn't a question. Gabriel gaped at him for a long second because how the Hell had Castiel figured that out? Gabriel had only just figured that out for himself and he'd made damn sure he wasn't broadcasting it, so even if Cas had had enough grace left to tune into Gabriel's personal archangel radio, he shouldn't have known.
He pulled himself together and sneered. “That's all you have to say?”
Castiel frowned at him, “Was choosing him as your Bearer accidental?”
Gabriel sagged, this was ridiculous, but lying wouldn't help his cause any. Not with Castiel. “I don't like you when you're perceptive.”
“I would not necessarily say perceptive. Maybe, that I have more than two brain cells to rub together?” Castiel smiled at him with fond amusement. That was unnerving too; to be made to feel like a child by a little brother so much younger and less powerful than him.
Gabriel snapped himself up an armchair and flopped into it. Chin in hands he stared at Castiel who hadn't moved, hadn't even flinched at the finger-snap. With his other hand Gabriel drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair as he contemplated his brother.
“Okay, yes. Yes, it was an accident.” He snapped up another chair. Castiel sunk into it gracefully, with an annoyingly satisfied smile on his face.
“Why did you not come to us directly once you realised what had happened, instead of helping us from the sidelines? It cannot be your reluctance to kill our brothers, I know you killed Taharial, Raziel, Bariel and Oriel in order to save Sam.”
“Yeah, and like I told him, I'm trying not to think about it.” Gabriel sighed. “And you were right, I was waiting for an opportunity to gain your trust but not for the reason you think.”
“Dean still doesn't trust you.”
“That really doesn't surprise me.”
“But Sam does.” Gabriel froze, trying to keep the surge of joy that rushed through him from showing on his face or in his grace. Judging by the indulgent smile he got from Castiel he didn't manage it. “And so do I.”
This time Gabriel did smile because accompanying the declaration had been a flare of grace, terrifyingly tiny but there none the less. It had been so long since any of his brothers had reached out to him like that, that even the dying flame of Castiel's grace was like oasis in the desert of millennia.
He reached out with his own, long caged grace and wrapped it around Castiel's, cradling his almost fallen brother. Castiel, who had frozen at the first touch of grace on grace, now let out a shaky breath.
“Thank you.”
Gabriel laughed happily, “No, thank you Brother. I only wish I could do more.” He took anther look inside Castiel's grace. “I can't restore you. I can't even stop you from falling further, just stop it hurting so much as you do.”
“I have resigned myself to it. I made my choice knowing what would likely happen to me.”
“How noble.” Gabriel said distractedly, he'd found something, rummaging around in Castiel's grace. Now he poked at it. Castiel's Sword materialised in his lap.
Castiel made a startled sound. Gabriel sat up straight and grinned, “Hah! I knew it was still in there somewhere.” Cas picked it up and stared at it. “You won't be able to manifest it by yourself, of course, but if you had a Bearer...” Gabriel let the sentence trail off meaningfully.
Castiel moved the Sword out of his sight line so he could stare at Gabriel instead. “You think I should make Dean my Bearer.”
Gabriel snorted. “I think in your state you'd have a Hell of a time giving it someone else to Bear. Even if you could find someone on our side, ol'Dean-o has wormed his way so far into your head that you probably couldn't create the necessary link with anyone else even if you tried.”
Castiel's gaze shifted off Gabriel and into the middle-distance, Gabriel could practically see the wheels turning in his brother's head. After a few silent minutes Castiel gave a decisive nod. “What do I need to do?”
Gabriel clapped his hands together, “Well, it's pretty simple actually.” Cas interrupted calmly.
“It would have to be for you to have achieved it by accident.”
Gabriel glared and ignored him. “It's all a matter of concentration. A bit like how you'd banish it, except instead of just sending it away somewhere you need to send it to Dean.”
Castiel frowned in concentration and then closed his eyes. It took over five minutes but eventually the Sword vanished from Castiel's grip. When he opened his eyes again he was smiling, a rare expression for Cas. “He has got it. I can feel it.”
“Awesome. Well done little Bro.” Gabriel prepared to get up from his wonderfully squishy armchair. “I'd love to stay for the party but-” He was cut off by Castiel's phone ringing.
When Cas answered it there was a burst of noise that sounded a lot like Dean Winchester shouting. Castiel raised his eyebrows and said calmly, “Yes Dean.” There was another louder burst of noise. “Yes Dean.” More noise that sounded suspiciously like profuse amounts of swearing then the click of Dean hanging up. Castiel looked across at Gabriel with such a serenely innocent expression that in that moment Gabriel could have suspected him of anything. “It may have been prudent to ascertain Dean's whereabouts before sending him my Sword.”
Gabriel folded over laughing and then, once he'd gained enough control over himself to look up at Castiel's face, descended into hysterics again at the sly smugness in his brother's eyes. He did eventually get control of himself enough to lever himself to his feet and clap Cas on the shoulder. “You're my favourite brother.”
Castiel stood as well, cocking his head to one side. Gabriel snapped the chairs out of existence and avoided looking him in the eye. “Gabriel.” Castiel hesitated, “You could come with me, back to Dean and Sam.” He finally offered.
Gabriel smiled at him sadly, “Not yet, Brother. Not yet.” And snapped himself away.
~*~
“Sam! Get down!”
Sam had been programmed practically since birth to obey that order, given in a familiar voice, on instinct, without hesitation or question. So it wasn't until he'd already thrown himself flat on the ground, in time to hear the whistle of a thrown knife go flying over his head, that he realised the familiar voice hadn't been Dean's or even Cas', it had been Gabriel's. More worrying than that was that he hadn't heard it with his ears, it had been shouted straight into his brain.
Sam lunged forward in the direction the knife had gone, deciding to worry about when he wasn't fighting for his life. His hand closed over the hilt and in one quick moved he rolled behind a nearby sofa for cover, came up to his knees and flung the blade. The witch, who'd been in the middle of drawing another knife to throw, looked down at the hilt protruding from her chest for one endless second before she collapsed.
Sam ducked back down behind the sofa to catch his breath. He didn't really want to go back out there; he hated witches, you never knew if they were the sort who'd have horribly embarrassing curses lying around to fling at unsuspecting hunters. But he needed to find the spell circle they'd been using and disabling it.
He steeled himself and peered over the top of the sofa. There was no-one in sight, though he could hear Dean fighting in the next room, so he stood up, preparing to make a run for the door.
“I really wouldn't...” A hand grabbed his arm and yanked him back down just a stray burst of gun fire sprayed across the space where Sam had been standing. “...do that if I were you.”
Sam looked up from where he'd ended up sprawled on the floor into Gabriel's face. “Hi Gabriel.”
“You don't sound surprised.” Gabriel frowned down at him.
“I'm getting used to you popping in just in time to save my life.” Sam scrambled up into a crouch and grinned at Gabriel's annoyance. He schooled his expression and said seriously “I hate to break it to you but you're getting predictable.”
“You'd rather I leave you to die occasionally to spice up the routine?” Raised eyebrows displayed Gabriel's incredulity. Sam lost his battle to keep a straight face and snorted, riling Gabriel up was fun. It earned him rolled eyes. “No-one would believe that I'm the mature one in this relationship.”
Sam didn't react to the r-word even though Gabriel's eyes went slightly wide as he caught his slip. He wasn't quite sure why he didn't react, maybe because since Gabriel had made Sam his Bearer there'd been a sort of link between them that Sam could sense. Maybe because Sam had always been sort of attracted to the archangel, since way back before he knew who Gabriel really was. Instead, he tried out something that he wasn't sure would work. “That's because you're not.”
Gabriel jerked and raised his eyebrows, actually looking marginally impressed. “Are you trying to distract me from that horrendous lie by showing off how ridiculously quickly you're grasping the whole telepathy thing?”
“Of course.” Sam tilted his head with a proud grin and then wondered if telepathy was the source of that particular part of angel body language.
“That's my clever Sammy.” Sam hit him.
“We are in the middle of a hunt, you know.” He said reproachfully, defaulting to speaking out loud.
“I know.” Gabriel said with faked injured innocence. “The active ritual site is in the attic, by the way. You'll need to move a bookcase to get at the door to it.”
Sam blinked at him. “Okay then. Thanks.” He peered over the top of the sofa, listening for the sound of gunshots. “Now all I need to know is if it's safe to move yet.”
Once Gabriel had helped him to dismantle the magic circle, taking care of several nasty curses along the way, Sam finally plucked up the courage to ask a question that had been praying on his mind. He placed a hand on Gabriel's arm to get his attention.
“So, I know you told Cas 'not yet' when he asked you if you wanted to join us, but why? Is there something you need to do first or is it just Dean? Because me and Cas are prepared to vouch for you so he can just deal.”
“As touching as that is, and it is, very touching, there is actually something I need to complete before I sign on to Team Free Will,” he paused and then asked, as an aside, “Why did you let Dean come up with the name, by the way? It was bound to be awful and unimaginative,” before continuing, a bit confusingly, “Permanently. I'm calling in a favour that will keep all of us hidden.”
Sam's hand automatically went to his chest, above where Cas' had scrimshawed the sigils on his ribs, “But-”
“I know, but my brothers are getting sneakier and anyway, the sigils won't work for me and Castiel. Unfortunately, little Bro doesn't have the grace anymore to keep himself hidden and if I do it the power I used would attract more attention than our presence would in the first place.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it. Sam resisted the urge to take his own fingers to it and straighten it out again. “There's a difference between the power of a pagan god and the power of an archangel. If I start using the latter without proper protection I'm going to get a lot of unwanted attention from upstairs.”
“But once you've done that, you'll come find us? You'll stay with us?” Sam had to ask, even though it was embarrassing and he could practically see Gabriel being all smug and smirky and teasing about it later. Surprisingly though, right then Gabriel just smiled.
“Yeah Sam, I'll come find you. Couldn't keep me away if you tried.” He reached up, ruffled Sam's hair and then was gone in a snap before Sam even had the time to think about batting his hand away. Leaving Sam to stand and wonder whether, if given time to think, he would have even wanted to.
~*~
The three of them were sequestered in a motel room and Sam was trying to do research, but he kept getting distracted. He'd clicked on the same link three times while going through his search engine results and he hadn't even noticed the third time until he was halfway down the page.
He gave in with a silent sigh and concentrated. “Gabriel? Can you hear me?”
The response was almost immediate and came with a weird burst of static that Sam somehow knew to interpret as startled pleasure at hearing Sam's voice that quickly changed to suspicion and something like jealousy before it cut off. “Sam! Have you been practising?”
“What, telepathy? Who would I practice with?” Sam focused on the strange staticy connection and tried to convey amusement. He wasn't sure if he managed it but then he wasn't sure how any of this was working at all.
“Okay, show off,” the static became fake annoyance, hiding amusement, “I've got the idea. You're a natural.”
“When you've been precognitive and telekinetic, telepathic is nothing.” This time he could feel his bitterness translated along the static link without him wanting it to be.
“Sam...” Concern, Gabriel was concerned about him.
“Why the Hell do you care about me all of a sudden? Because I'm your Bearer?” His fingers clenched on the edges of his laptop and he glared blankly at the screen.
“No, you're my Bearer because I-” He cut himself off. Sam's eyes widened, oh, that was, that was kind of amazing actually. He made sure that most of the emotional static he was sending was amusement at Gabriel's embarrassment and resolved to start flirting in earnest.
“Really, so is giving someone your Sword the angel equivalent of asking a girl to wear your letterman jacket?” Sam asked flippantly, happiness suffusing the tone of his mental voice.
“You do realise you just cast yourself the girl in that metaphor?” Gabriel was smirking, Sam could just tell. So Sam rolled his eyes pointedly and hoped the emotional static was up to the task of conveying his expression just as well. Gabriel laughed so he figured it must be. “I suppose that just makes it more accurate.” Sam wished Gabriel was with him so he could hit him for that. “It's a bit more serious than that, what with the whole 'once a lifetime' thing but basically, yeah. You've got the general gist.”
Sam frowned, “What happens when I die then? Does it mean you're allowed visitation rights once I'm in Hell?” Anger and fierce protection blasted the resignation he'd just sent swirling through their mutual happy static.
“You're not going to Hell, I won't let them take you!” Gabriel was practically roaring in his head and Sam flinched, awestruck. That seemed to quiet the riled archangel because he continued softly. “There's never been a human Bearer, Sammy, not before you. I don't know what will happen once your human life-span ends but I can guarantee I'll be there. I won't let them take you from me even if it means standing up to Luci, or worse, Dad.”
“My hero,” Sam knew he was smiling sappily, he couldn't help it. Much as he hated the idea of Gabriel having to risk himself for Sam the knowledge that he would fight for him sent Sam's heart soaring. Maybe it was growing up a Winchester that had done it but to Sam there was no greater declaration of love than that.
“Stop it, you're making me blush.” Sam's response to that was cut off by Dean.
“Oi, Samantha! Don't think I can't tell what you're doing over there. If you want to have telepathic sex with your archangel boyfriend get a separate room.” Sam glared at him. It didn't do any good, Dean just glared back.
Gabriel sent a query through the emotional static, obviously noticing Sam's irritation, and instead of replying in words Sam channelled his ire into the concentration he was using to maintain the link and sent something back that was more like a video clip; showing Gabriel that Dean was being an ass-hole, rather than telling.
“That was showing off again.” Gabriel's mental voice was amused. “Leave the hypocrite to discuss his wonderfully phallic new toy with Castiel and come out to the Impala, I'll meet you there.”
Sam grinned and closed his laptop as he got up. Dean frowned at him “Where are you going?”
“To see Gabriel,” Sam tossed out calmly, “He says your a hypocrite by the way, and he's right. If I have to put up with all the frustrated eye-fucking you two have going on then you can put up with me just talking.” Dean gaped at him and if Sam didn't know his brother better he'd swear Dean actually blushed. Cas suddenly became very interested in the sigil worked on the hilt of his Sword, laid out on the table between them.
Sam's hand was on the doorknob before Dean found his voice again. “Hey, I don't-” Sam turned back and cut him off.
“Have fun kids, if you do anything x-rated while I'm gone I don't want to know about it.” He was out the door before Dean could react, laughing to himself and basking in the amused pride he was receiving from Gabriel.
Sam only had to wait, leaning against the Impala, for a few minutes before Gabriel appeared beside him with a huge grin.
“That was just priceless, I bet you could cut the awkwardness in that room with a knife right now.” He slouched back next to Sam, their shoulders pressed together.
“They would have got there eventually, I was just being a good brother and giving them a push in the right direction.” Sam said innocently. Gabriel was like a furnace against his side, the warmth soaking through Sam's jacket and both shirts to his skin.
Gabriel snorted but didn't say anything. A comfortable silence stretched between them that Sam didn't really want to break, so he didn't.
“Did you finish calling in that favour?” Gabriel looked at him askance, a small smile quirking his lips.
“Yeah,” he fished out an amulet, carved with intricate symbols that made Sam's eyes hurt, from under his shirt, “A colleague from my pagan days was good enough to provide me with four of these things.”
Sam raised a suspicious eyebrow, “When you say 'colleague', you mean a pagan god don't you?”
“I know people in high places.” Gabriel said smugly, wiggling his eyebrows and looking so pleased with himself. Sam really wanted to kiss him in that moment but he resisted.
“Uh, yeah. The highest.” He replied, trying to radiate a 'not impressed' vibe.
Gabriel scowled, dropping the amulet back into his shirt. “Let me clarify that, I know people in high places who I'm actually on speaking terms with.” When Sam just laughed he rolled his eyes and dug another amulet out of his pocket. “This one's yours.”
Sam reached for it but Gabriel pulled it away, instead moving to stand in front of Sam. The sudden loss of warmth made Sam hunch his shoulders but he was soon distracted.
Gabriel was getting taller.
No, Sam looked down, Gabriel was rising off the ground. When his face was level with Sam's he stopped and floated in mid-air.
“Now who's showing off?” Sam asked with fond amusement. Gabriel stepped - floated - stepped closer. It wasn't like floating really, more like he'd raised the bit of ground he was standing on but it was only solid to him.
“Here,” Gabriel reached out and carefully put the amulet around Sam's neck. Sam looked down, noting that the carvings on his hurt his eyes just as much, and when he looked up Gabriel's face was very close.
Sam looked into eyes now glowing honey-gold and swayed forward slightly without meaning to. His eyes weren't obeying him either and dropped, without his consent, to Gabriel's lips.
“Sam,” his name was a growl, echoing along their link with a jumbled rush of lust, mine, beautiful, need, want, mine. Then Gabriel was kissing him and it was everything Sam had imagined it to be and it was so much better.
Sam slid his fingers into Gabriel's hair and he opened his mouth. It was hot and dirty and perfect. And Sam was really amazingly appreciative of not having to bend down. He'd never really let himself think about the reality of being with Gabriel but the height difference wasn't exactly easy to miss.
Gabriel's teeth bit down on his lower lip and Sam groaned into the kiss, sliding one hand down to Gabriel's waist to pull him closer. He wanted to press against Gabriel skin to skin and touch and kiss every part of him, he wanted-
They were still in the car park...and Gabriel was floating.
In that moment he loved the telepathy a lot. Without breaking the kiss Sam initiated the link. “What if somebody sees us?”
“You're worried about your reputation?” Gabriel's hand insinuated itself underneath Sam's t-shirt, the scrape of his nails across Sam's stomach made Sam shudder. “Considering how ass over elbows your brother is for mine I don't think Dean will mind if he sees.”
“That's not what I meant. Gabriel-” Sam pulled away, “You're fucking floating!” Gabriel didn't look up from where he was now laying biting kisses along the line of Sam's jaw but he did lift his legs and wrap them around Sam's waist. The shift in pressure made Sam groan and buck against him.
“Is that better?” Sam's hand automatically slid underneath Gabriel's thigh even though he obviously didn't need help to stay up.
“Yes,” He tipped his head back, giving Gabriel better access to his throat.
“Good,” Gabriel pulled away and looked at him with mischief in his eyes, “So can we go back to making out against the Impala now?”
Sam narrowed his eyes, “Are you only doing this because you know Dean will fucking flip if he finds out?”
Gabriel tipped his head to the side and made a face that Sam associated with the trickster side of his personality. “...not only because of that. Mainly I'm doing it because I've wanted you since pretty much the first time we met, messing with Dean about it later is just a bonus.”
Laughing helplessly Sam dragged him back in for another kiss, basking in the feel of Gabriel wrapped around him. When they pulled apart again Sam was breathless and Gabriel's eyes were molten, golden fire.
“Shall we take this somewhere more private?” Gabriel asked, raising his hand ready to snap. All Sam could do was nod, temporarily incoherent in both of their methods of communication.
The snap of Gabriel's fingers took them to what would have looked to Sam like a classy hotel room, if he'd been paying attention. As it was he was only paying attention to the way Gabriel had pushed him down so he was sprawled across the (really comfortable, actually long enough for him) bed and was now crawling up Sam's body with feral intent written across his face.
“Ready to find out just how much fun a telepathy bond can be?” Gabriel asked with a lascivious grin.
“Oh yes.” Sam yanked Gabriel down into another kiss, concentrating on the arousal that was bouncing back and forth across their static. A moment later he was arching and gasping as the link suddenly flooded with sensation so intense it almost felt as if he was two people at once.
“You've been suppressing it.” Sam said inside their heads once he'd pulled his awareness back inside his own skin as far as he could manage.
“Of course, it'd be rather distracting if we were this close all the time.” Gabriel settled himself snug against Sam as they kissed.
“I didn't know it could be this intense.” Sam wormed his hands in underneath Gabriel's shirt, revelling in the amazing sensation of both touching and being touched.
“You're my Bearer, there are few ways an angel can bond that are more intimate than that. My Sword isn't just a weapon, Sammy, it's a part of me. Like my wings.”
The mention of wings seemed to give Sam's hands a life of their own, they slid up Gabriel's back without Sam really thinking about it but when they settled over Gabriel's shoulder-blades the rush of sensation through the link thoroughly claimed Sam's focus. Gabriel swore and bucked up into Sam's hands. “Sam. Fuck, Sam.”
Sam concentrated on smoothing his hands softly over Gabriel's sensitive skin. “I wish I could see them.”
“You can.” Sam pulled away and stared at Gabriel wide-eyed.
“I'd like to keep my eyes, thanks.” He tried not to let his hopes rise.
“Idiot,” Gabriel snorted, “You can wield my Sword without burning up but you think seeing me manifest my wings while still inside my vessel will burn your eyes out? You could probably look at me in my true form without any more damage than spots in front your eyes for an hour or so.”
Sam's fingers drifted across Gabriel's shoulder-blade again, making him gasp. “So can I see...?”
Gabriel pushed himself upright with a laugh that turned shuddering as the movement caused Sam's hands to trail the rest of the way back down his back. Sam watched avidly as Gabriel unbuttoned his shirt teasingly slowly. When his bare chest was revealed Sam couldn't keep himself from sliding his hands upwards again, watching his hands skim across Gabriel's skin.
Gabriel finally dropped his shirt and then rolled his shoulders. Through the link, to Sam, it felt like acquiring a limb that he hadn't known was missing. As he watched the spread of light that lanced out from Gabriel's shoulders and coalesced into a huge mass of golden-bronze feathers he could feel them unfurling; the physical sensation just as vivid as the giddy relief of being able to let them spread across the room.
“Oh, Gabriel,” Sam whispered reverentially at the three pairs of wings arching magnificently out of Gabriel's back. He reached out nervously, watching Gabriel for any sign that he should stop. Gabriel smiled at his caution and flicked his top wings forward so feathers brushed across Sam's shoulders. Emboldened by that Sam threw caution to the wind and buried both his hands in at the base of Gabriel's middle wings.
The response was immediate, Gabriel's eyes closed and he writhed in Sam's lap. The feedback through their link, added to the friction Gabriel's movement was causing against his cock was enough to make Sam arch wantonly and fling his head back with a groan.
“Sam, Sam, need you, need you now.” Gabriel's mental voice was urgent and demanding.
“You've got me.” Sam responded and apparently that was the permission Gabriel need to snap his fingers and vanish their clothes. The sudden overwhelming sensation of skin on skin and feathers all around him was almost too much for Sam, who had to pull his hands away from Gabriel's wings far enough to be able to dig his nails into the palms of his hands.
Distracting himself enough to stave off his orgasm had also distracted him from what Gabriel was doing, so when his cock was grasped and positioned against Gabriel's ass it was a surprise.
“Hey, slow down I think you missed a step there.”
Gabriel gave him the look that said Sam was being an idiot, it was considerably more effective when given with eyes that looked like molten gold by a being with a fifteen foot wingspan. “Helloooo, archangel.”
Sam rolled his eyes, “Sorry, I must have missed the verse in the Bible where it said that archangels come pre-lubed.”
Gabriel stared at him for a long silent moment and then attacked his mouth in a fierce kiss with his laughter echoing through Sam's head.
“You're brilliant, Sam Winchester, and I am never going to let you forget you said that. Now hurry up and fuck me.” Sam bucked upwards, rubbing his cock along the cleft of Gabriel's ass and then plunged his fingers back into Gabriel's wings.
“Can you lay on your back with these out?” He asked, caressing the feathers beneath his touch.
“Yes.”
“Good.” Sam used his grip on Gabriel's wings to flip them over so Gabriel was spread beneath him; hair and feathers ruffled, eyes on fire and staring up at Sam like he was the only person in the world that mattered.
Sam reached down and positioned himself so he could slide slowly inside Gabriel, watching Gabriel's face the whole time. When he was fully inside he stopped, making Gabriel writhe and complain.
“Sam-my. Move, dammit.” Sam had to clamp down on the link that was feeding him the sensations from both sides, trying to hold himself in check.
“I won't last long, not with you like this.” Gabriel just grinned at him and bucked upwards.
“Fuck. Me.” Demanding, flicking the tips of his wings up for emphasis.
So Sam did. Pulling out and pushing in hard and fast as he attempted to kiss Gabriel senseless. His hands kneading Gabriel's wings in time to the rhythm of his thrusts. Soon, all too soon, Sam was shaking from pleasure and faltering in his thrusts and Gabriel was writhing beneath him, his wings twitching. Sam felt Gabriel peak as the timing of Sam's thrust against his prostate coincided with Sam's thumbs digging in against the very base of his wings.
The feel of Gabriel's orgasm, against his stomach, around his cock and through the link was enough to send Sam tumbling as well, spilling himself inside Gabriel with a groan. Sam collapsed forward, the energy going out of his limbs.
This time it was Gabriel who turned them over, flicking his wings out from under himself as he settled Sam next him on the bed. Gabriel's wings curled down around them and Sam fell asleep enclosed in a cocoon of bronze feathers.
~*~
When Sam woke up Gabriel was using him as a writing desk.
The archangel was curled around Sam's body, the sheet tangled around his waist so Sam had an uninterrupted view down the long line of Gabriel's back to the curve of his ass. At some point while Sam slept he'd put his wings away.
He was leaning over the notebook he'd got spread open against Sam's chest, scribbling furiously with an old fashioned fountain pen; there were ink splashes dotting his hands and Sam's skin. Gabriel finished his sentence and looked up, his eyes were back to their normal amber but bright triumph. He had an ink smudge on his nose.
“I have just had the most brilliant idea.” Gabriel crowed, smugly, “I know how we can trap Luci back in his box.”
Sam stared at him, sleepily bemused. “Great. Does it have to be implemented right this second?”
“Well, of course not.” Gabriel rolled his eyes.
“Then it can wait till later. I'm not going back to that motel room until I'm absolutely sure I'm not about to walk in on something that'll scar me for life.” Sam reached out and dragged Gabriel up to kiss him, confiscating his notebook and pen while he was distracted, “I'm going back to sleep, you stop using me as a writing desk.”
Sam snuggled back into down into the wonderfully comfortable bed, pulling Gabriel in close and fell asleep to the sound of Gabriel's laughter echoing in his ears and the feeling of Gabriel's joyful happiness, as fierce as his own, warming him through their link.