Side effect (Sam/Gabriel, background Dean/Cas, wings) 1janice_lesterMay 12 2011, 06:59:58 UTC
Sam was really starting to regret believing Gabriel’s assurances that those pesky human sexually transmitted infections couldn’t be carried or passed on by angels, even while they were meat-suited or en-vesselled or whatever they called it. Not that it wasn’t true. Sam had no evidence that it wasn’t true. But, uh, a bit of healthy disbelief, or a smidge less eagerness to dip his toe in the wonderful waters of barebacking, would have served him well. Because he’d had a lot of sex with Gabe. All kinds of sex, oral and hand-jobs and, oh, God, that first fantastic frot up against a motel room wall which had barely survived the experience. But it was only after he’d let the archangel fuck him, sans condom, that Sam had begun to feel this weird itching sensation on either side of his back, just below his shoulder-blades
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Side effect (Sam/Gabriel, background Dean/Cas, wings) 2janice_lesterMay 12 2011, 07:01:52 UTC
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The wings grew fast, and soon became problematic to fit under his shirts. Also, they stopped itching and started being sensitive in, uh, a completely different way. Something brushing lightly against them felt… like being stroked somewhere pretty intimate. And complaining about it tended to cause people to touch them just to piss him off (Dean) or shut him up in favour of sex (Gabe). And then there was Castiel, who just stared a lot. You know, more than usual. At Sam’s back. As if he could see the little wing-buds there through however many layers of clothes
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Side effect (Sam/Gabriel, background Dean/Cas, wings) 3janice_lesterMay 12 2011, 07:02:55 UTC
“I think you’re missing the point. I can’t even fit these wings into my clothes. Where will I put thirty feet of wingspan? I won’t even fit in the Impala! And, fuck, I’m going to have to sleep on my stomach for the rest of my life, aren’t I?”
“Oh,” Gabriel said.
Sam blinked. “Oh? Oh?”
“Can it, lovebirds,” came Dean’s sleepy-grouchy voice, “I’m trying to sleep. Don’t need to hear you moaning and groaning.”
“Go back to sleep,” Gabriel ordered, in that tone that said there was Grace behind it. “We aren’t having sex.”
Dean’s voice was suddenly childish, sweetly eager to please. “Okay. Goodnight.” And just like that he was snoring again.
“You scare me sometimes, Gabe.”
“Well, I am an archangel. Now, where were we?” He pulled, ever so gently, on a feather, and for a delicious instant Sam couldn’t remember a damn thing they’d been discussing. “Oh, right. You appear to be labouring under a misapprehension regarding your wings. They aren’t going to cause you problems because they won’t be there all the time
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Side effect (Sam/Gabriel, background Dean/Cas, wings) 4janice_lesterMay 12 2011, 07:04:15 UTC
Learning to fly was a piece of cake. It was as if all those dreams of flying he used to get as a kid, where he soared over the school yard or circled the tops of skyscrapers, were the result of instincts, memories of flying buried deep in his genes or reaching him from some unknown past lives. Because flapping his wings and flying was familiar as well as easy. Deja vu and everything. He laughed and swooped and really hoped Gabriel had done what he said he’d do and shielded SuperSam from view of any passing people down below, because otherwise he was easily making enough of a spectacle to land himself on the six o’clock news. It was a pity Gabe couldn’t come flying with him, but there was that whole matter of his wings being part of his True Form and his True Form being likely to burn out mere mortals’ eyes.
Learning to magic his wings away was much much much more difficult. And frustrating. And annoying. And irritating. And
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Side effect (Sam/Gabriel, background Dean/Cas, wings) 5/5janice_lesterMay 12 2011, 07:05:10 UTC
“Go on, get your wings out,” Gabriel said, waggling his eyebrows. “Go on, Sammy-boy. You know you want to.”
So Sam took off his jacket and shirt, concentrated a moment, leaned forward against the soon-to-be extra weight, and let his wings slide back into this reality.
“Oh, baby,” Gabriel sighed, stepping closer. “They truly are magnificent. Wrap them around me?”
So Sam pulled Gabe in close with arms and wings, kissed him and enfolded and embraced him. And Gabe sighed in pleasure and stroked at his feathers with gentle, knowing fingers, sending delicious chills up Sam’s spine and tempting him to pounce.
“Let me blow you?” Gabe murmured abruptly.
Sam blinked. Well, his attitude had sure changed. “Okay. Should I keep the wings out?”
“Oh, please, yes.”
“You’re in love with my wings, aren’t you?” Sam joked.
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The wings grew fast, and soon became problematic to fit under his shirts. Also, they stopped itching and started being sensitive in, uh, a completely different way. Something brushing lightly against them felt… like being stroked somewhere pretty intimate. And complaining about it tended to cause people to touch them just to piss him off (Dean) or shut him up in favour of sex (Gabe). And then there was Castiel, who just stared a lot. You know, more than usual. At Sam’s back. As if he could see the little wing-buds there through however many layers of clothes ( ... )
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“Oh,” Gabriel said.
Sam blinked. “Oh? Oh?”
“Can it, lovebirds,” came Dean’s sleepy-grouchy voice, “I’m trying to sleep. Don’t need to hear you moaning and groaning.”
“Go back to sleep,” Gabriel ordered, in that tone that said there was Grace behind it. “We aren’t having sex.”
Dean’s voice was suddenly childish, sweetly eager to please. “Okay. Goodnight.” And just like that he was snoring again.
“You scare me sometimes, Gabe.”
“Well, I am an archangel. Now, where were we?” He pulled, ever so gently, on a feather, and for a delicious instant Sam couldn’t remember a damn thing they’d been discussing. “Oh, right. You appear to be labouring under a misapprehension regarding your wings. They aren’t going to cause you problems because they won’t be there all the time ( ... )
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Learning to magic his wings away was much much much more difficult. And frustrating. And annoying. And irritating. And ( ... )
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So Sam took off his jacket and shirt, concentrated a moment, leaned forward against the soon-to-be extra weight, and let his wings slide back into this reality.
“Oh, baby,” Gabriel sighed, stepping closer. “They truly are magnificent. Wrap them around me?”
So Sam pulled Gabe in close with arms and wings, kissed him and enfolded and embraced him. And Gabe sighed in pleasure and stroked at his feathers with gentle, knowing fingers, sending delicious chills up Sam’s spine and tempting him to pounce.
“Let me blow you?” Gabe murmured abruptly.
Sam blinked. Well, his attitude had sure changed. “Okay. Should I keep the wings out?”
“Oh, please, yes.”
“You’re in love with my wings, aren’t you?” Sam joked.
There was an awkward silence.
“So, about that blowjob?”
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