I Am No Angel Chapter 10 Part 1
Title: I Am No Angel
Author: Miss Meh
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Adam/Michael
Rating: NC-17 for swearing and explicit sex
Warnings: AU, copious amounts of fluff and sexual innuendo, fusion with Beauty and the Beast
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 6405
Status: WIP
Summary: His wings always seemed to be the problem, Castiel figured. But when he and his family move to Sioux Falls and he meets a Beast locked away in a castle, could his wings be the solution?
A/N: Hi everybody! This chapter drove me kinda crazy. The sex scene took forever to write, mostly because I’d never written one before, but I finally got it done and I hope it’s satisfactory. FOR THE RECORD, THE SEX SCENE IS ABOUT FIVE HUNDRED WORDS IN, SO IF YOU DON’T WANT TO READ THAT, PLEASE JUST SKIP OVER GABRIEL’S SECTION. Cas and Dean’s interactions in this chapter are pretty much based around the fact that I originally wanted Cas to be a Bridezilla. When I was actually writing it though, it seemed kinda OOC, so it ended up like this. Not nearly as funny, but I hope it’s more meaningful in the end. :D Sadly, this is going to be the second to last chapter of this story. I am planning to write one or two one-shots and maybe an epilogue in the same ‘verse after I’m finished. I’ll keep you guys posted on that. Anyways, much thanks to my reviewers and to my (awesome, amazing, blah, blah, blah : P ) beta Delu. I don’t think I would have made it this far without your support. And on with the story.
A/N: Oh, and by the way, Dean and Cas DO NOT have sex in this chapter. Like Cas would let himself get married in anything but white. :P
Chapter Ten: It’s hard to say what it is I see in you
Wonder if I’ll always be with you
Words can’t say and I can’t do
Enough to prove it’s all for you.
--“All for you” Sister Hazel
Michael, Castiel, and Bobby had volunteered to clear the castle of what remained of Lucifer’s army while Dean and Adam went to get dressed. They had briefly entertained the notion of trying to get Sam and Gabriel to help, but the idea was quickly discarded. Nobody wanted to interrupt Sam and Gabriel’s celebratory endeavors and Michael really didn’t think that the pair was needed anyway. Many of the supernatural beings had been driven off already or had fled later when Lucifer had fallen. For the most part, all they needed to do was get rid of the bodies that were left behind.
When they got downstairs, Michael was suddenly reminded that the Winchesters and Gabriel weren’t the only cursed ones in the castle. Naked humans were everywhere. Shaking his head, Michael decided to just ignore them and got to work. The three men split up to cover more ground as they methodically started piling bodies outside to be burned. Once they had finished clearing the first floor of the castle, Castiel quietly suggested that Michael go outside and search the grounds while he and Bobby worked on the upper levels inside. Michael gave his brother a thankful look and then left the castle to find Lucifer’s body.
When he reached the base of the tower and saw Lucifer’s form crumpled on the ground, Michael felt something inside of him shatter. All of the pain and rage that he had held back since he had been captured by Lucifer burst forth. Michael had been able to keep it inside when he had something, or more specifically someone, to direct those negative feelings toward. The anger he had felt when Lucifer threatened Adam, the anguish he had experienced when he thought his brother dead, and then the commiseration when Castiel had returned to find Dean dying. In each case, Lucifer had acted as the focal point when Michael turned those feelings into rage. Now that Lucifer was dead, he found that the emotions weren’t rage anymore, they were grief. Michael fell to his knees beside his former comrade’s body. “Why, brother, why?” he asked Lucifer, his voice trembling. “Why did you do this to yourself? Why did you do this to me?”
Michael didn’t notice Adam’s approach until the teenager was kneeling on the ground next to him, face full of concern. The boy extended one hand and gripped Michael’s shoulder in a gesture of comfort. The soldier couldn’t bring himself to meet Adam’s eyes as his tears fell, but the solid hold on his arm never wavered, allowing Michael to grieve for all that had happened and then for the brother that Lucifer might have been if somewhere down the line, things had gone differently.
And if Michael allowed Adam to hold his hand while they salted and burned Lucifer’s body, well, no one else was around to see it.
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Gabriel had all of about a minute to prepare everything before Sam got to their room. He turned down the bed-maybe Sam liked to do it under the sheets-and then opened the bedside drawer and pulled out the container of cooking oil he had stolen from the kitchen weeks ago when the angel had first arrived. His fingers fumbled the container a bit and when he set is down on the tabletop, he noticed that his hands were shaking. No, that wasn’t possible. That would imply that he was nervous and Gabriel didn’t do nervous. So what if he and Sam were about to have sex for the first time? If he had the balls to tell the guy that he loved him, he sure as hell would be able to do this. The thought heartened him and he was finally able to calm himself down.
Gabriel heard the telltale creak as the door opened and then the click as it closed again. He didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Sam. His thoughts stopped. It was Sam. His Sam. The Sasquatch with floppy hair and fucking puppy eyes. The guy with the laugh that was too goofy to be anything but genuine and who trusted Gabriel to curl up inside of him, right next to his heart. He could do this. Sam was worth it.
Then, Gabriel was facing Sam and the last of his nerves faded away. He was in Sam’s arms before he had even consciously acknowledged that he wanted to be there. Gabriel moaned as their lips met and he couldn’t repress a shudder when he felt Sam’s erection touched him, leaving a wet trail of precum on his stomach as they separated. The taller man had to bend his head forward to capture his lover’s lips and, conscious of this, Gabriel backed toward the bed before turning them around and pushing Sam onto it. Sam looked startled for a moment when Gabriel pushed his knees apart, but he allowed it. Gabriel crawled up between Sam’s legs and lined their dicks up as he lay down on top of Sam.
“Gabriel,” Sam groaned, his hips thrusting slightly as the head of Gabriel’s cock brushed over his. Gabriel allowed this a few times-God damn, it felt good-but Sam sounded way too close to coming for Gabriel’s liking. He lifted back up so that they were no longer touching, Sam’s hips attempting to follow his. “C’mon, Gabriel,” Sam whined. “I need you. Please.”
“Shhh…” he murmured. “It’s okay, Sammy. Let me take care of everything.” He leaned forward to place a tender kiss on Sam’s lips and then reached over to the bedside table. He grabbed the container of improvised lube and sat back on his heels before taking out the stopper to pour a bit of it on his fingers. He rubbed his hands together to warm it up before reaching down to take hold of Sam’s erection. He let his hand glide up and down a few times before he moved the slick fingers of his other hand back to Sam’s entrance.
Sam gasped and arched his back. “Gabriel!”
Gabriel circled Sam’s hole in an attempt to loosen the muscle before slipping his finger inside. He groaned at the tight heat. “Sam! Fuck, you’re so tight.” He pumped the finger experimentally a few times to see what Sam’s reaction would be. This was Sam’s first time with a guy and Gabriel wanted to make sure he was enjoying it. “Is this okay?” he asked, relieved when Sam nodded. Gabriel took a second to watch Sam’s expression as he finger-fucked him. Sam’s eyes were half closed and glazed with desire. He was panting and his hair was sweaty and his cheeks were flushed. To Gabriel he had never looked more beautiful.
“Gabriel,” Sam moaned. “Do something!” Gabriel came back to himself and moved his finger in and out a few more times before slipping another finger into his lover. “Ngh!” Sam grunted as Gabriel started to scissor his fingers. Gabriel looked back up at Sam’s face again, careful not to stop moving his fingers this time. Sam caught Gabriel’s eyes with his own and glared. “Gabriel, I haven’t had sex in a hundred and fifty years. I want you. Now!”
Oh, fuck, it made Gabriel want to just push into him right away, but Sam had never done this before. If he didn’t want to hurt Sam, he would have to make sure that he was fully prepared first. He slipped a third finger in next to the first two and Sam whimpered. Damn it, Gabriel wasn’t going to be able to do this much longer. Sam cried out and Gabriel could feel his lover’s muscles fluttering around him as he rubbed a knuckle over the man’s prostate. Sam panted jaggedly for a moment before leaning up and hissing at Gabriel, “Now. I’m ready. Do it now.”
Gabriel gulped and nodded, slipping his fingers out of Sam’s hole. He poured some more lube into his hand and slicked himself up before positioning himself at Sam’s entrance. Sam writhed underneath him as Gabriel pushed in and when he was finally in as deep as he could go, his lover let out a moan that went straight to Gabriel’s cock. He desperately wanted to start thrusting, but he waited for Sam to adjust and give him the go ahead first. It was the hardest minute of Gabriel’s life, but it was worth it when Sam looked him in the eye, pulled him down for a kiss, and started moving.
Letting go of all his reservations, Gabriel pulled out almost all the way before easing himself back in. Sam let out a choking sound and wrapped his legs tightly around his lover’s waist. Pulling his hands away from where they had been clutching the sheets, Sam threaded his fingers through Gabriel’s hair and yanked him down into a kiss. It was a bit too full of teeth for Gabriel’s taste, but by that point he didn’t care because it was Sam and they were having sex and nothing else mattered.
Gabriel could feel himself getting close and reached down between their bodies to Sam’s dick. His palm slid smoothly over Sam’s skin, and he gradually increased the pace of his fist until Sam was jerking beneath him. Sam’s muscles constricted around Gabriel’s cock as he came and that added tightness pushed him over the edge. He cried out and thrust into Sam a few more times, spilling his release into his lover. Exhausted, he pulled out and collapsed on top of Sam.
Sam and Gabriel lay there panting for what felt like forever before Gabriel finally lifted his head from where it had fallen against Sam’s neck. All traces of his usually smirk were absent from his face as he said, “Fuck, Sam. If there were any doubt in my mind that I loved you before, there sure as hell isn’t now.” Gabriel smoothed the damp hair back off of that abnormally large forehead he loved so much and planted a kiss on Sam’s temple. “You were amazing.”
Sam looked at him for a moment and then leaned up to press a remarkably tender kiss to Gabriel’s lips. “I love you,” he murmured. “Is it always like that or is it just because…”
It took Gabriel a moment to understand what Sam was asking. “It can be pretty bad if you have a lousy top, which if you haven’t noticed, I am not.” He puffed out his chest proudly. “But in all honesty, while I’m sure the sex between us would have been great either way, it was a whole hell of a lot hotter because I love you.”
The corners of Sam’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Why, Gabriel, I swear you’re practically a romantic these days.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, just don’t tell anyone. You’re the only one allowed to see me this way.” He captured Sam’s bottom lip between his teeth and was satisfied when his lover moaned into his mouth. “So, Sammy-boy, ready for round two?”
“Gabriel,” Sam groaned. “I don’t think I can recover that fast.”
“Oh, really?” Gabriel moved his hips against Sam’s in a way that was designed to tease and then smirked when he felt Sam start to harden again.
Sam looked up at Gabriel, biting his lip. “Do you think… Maybe, could I…” Sam hesitated, but when Gabriel nodded for him to continue, he said, “Could I be inside you this time?”
Gabriel’s smile widened. “Oh, Sammy, I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all day.”
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Adam was going to kill them.
They were so fucking loud. He put his hands over his ears, trying to drown out the moaning coming from the next room. God, they had just lived through a battle against a fucking army and one now-deceased crazy ass general and he couldn’t even get a good night’s sleep. Fuck, he just wanted to get some sleep.
A particularly loud moan sounded, accompanied this time by a shout of, “Oh, Gabriel, faster!”
Oh God! Adam rolled over in bed and slammed the pillow over his head. His first night back in his own skin, his first night back in his own bed, and this was the shit he had to deal with? He groaned and pressed his face harder into the mattress. Was some fucking peace and quiet too much to ask?
And god damn it, Adam had had plans for tonight. He wasn’t a fucking teacup anymore. He had a fucking dick and he wanted to use it. Now, it was night and he was in his room alone. It would be the perfect time, if he wasn’t rooming next to a pair of fucking nymphos who hadn’t stopped going at it long enough to allow Adam to slip his hand into his pants, let alone get himself off. He sighed in frustration and thought about tuning them out and going for it anyway.
Another yell echoed into his room. “Sam, so tight, damn it!”
Oh, no way in hell would he be able to get it up while listening to that. Adam huffed and clamped the pillow down tighter over his ears. It was no use. Since he obviously wasn’t going to be able to do anything worthwhile tonight, Adam figured he might as well sleep. Not moving from his position on his stomach, he fluffed up one pillow under his left ear, then smacked the other pillow back on top of his right ear before he could hear anymore of those puke-worthy noises coming from next door.
The grunts and moans got louder. God damn it. This is going to be a long night.
As it turned out, it was a very long night and, unfortunately for Adam, Sam and Gabriel were still at it the next night. Adam managed to catch an hour here and there in between bouts of Sam and Gabriel’s marathon sex, but by the third night, he was so tired that he actually contemplated sneaking down to his old cupboard. That idea didn’t last long; he was too large to fit into it as a human. When he heard another explicit phrase filter through the walls between his bedroom and Sam’s he finally cracked. He stormed out of his room and down the corridor.
But where the fuck should I go now? he thought. As far as he was concerned, Dean’s bedroom wasn’t far enough from his own to make much of a difference. He knew that Cas had a bedroom, but since he hadn’t heard any sex noises coming from Dean’s room, Adam concluded that Dean was probably sexing up the angel in Cas’s instead. His older brother probably wanted to get away from Sam and Gabriel as much as Adam did. That left Bobby or Michael. Adam didn’t know Bobby all that well and wasn’t really comfortable sleeping in the same room. His other option wasn’t really all that appealing either, for an entirely different reason.
After seeing Michael breakdown over the death of his fallen brother in arms, Adam had realized that if he wasn’t already half in love with the man, he was sure as hell on his way to getting there. This alone wouldn’t be enough to keep Adam from seeking refuge in Michael’s room, but that combined with the fact that he still hadn’t been able to get off… Fuck, it was a recipe for disaster.
Half of him wanted to just go to Michael and see what would happen. The longer he thought about it, the more tired he got, until finally, the idea seemed like the best one he had had all night. And that was how Adam found himself dressed only in a pair of worn flannel pajama bottoms, knocking at Michael’s bedroom door.
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Michael woke to someone knocking on his door. Awareness flooded him almost instantaneously and he sat up. Ever cautious, he reached for the knife under his pillow before getting up and making his way to the door. The knock sounded again, louder this time, as Michael laid his hand on the door knob. Assuming a defensive position, he opened the door.
He didn’t know what exactly he had expected, but it definitely wasn’t this.
Adam was standing at his door in a pair of sleeping pants, one hand poised in front of him as though he were about to knock again. The teenager’s eyes were red and had dark circles around them. Michael lowered the knife, setting it on the small table next to the door, and stepped back to let Adam in. “What’s wrong?” he asked as he lit a candle on the bedside table. “Are you okay?” Michael motioned for Adam to sit down on the side of the bed and then crouched down to get a better look at him. He put a hand on Adam’s forehead, but the boy’s skin didn’t feel feverish and he wasn’t clammy. “Adam, what’s happened?”
Adam stared at him in a daze for a moment before licking his lips and parting them to speak. “Sam and Gabriel…” he trailed off, his face twisting.
Michael’s worry grew. Nobody had really seen either Sam or Gabriel since the battle. Had something happened to them? “What about them? Are they hurt?”
Adam shook his head, and then stopped when it seemed to make him dizzy. “I wish,” he snorted once he’d regained his equilibrium. “No, they’ve been having sex almost nonstop for the past three days. It’s driving me up a fucking wall.” The boy rubbed his eyes sleepily and Michael pointedly tried to ignore just how adorable he thought Adam was at that moment. “I haven’t had an uninterrupted hour of sleep since that fucking battle and I…”
Michael caught Adam when the teenager started to fall over. “Okay, let’s get you into bed.” He pulled back the covers and coaxed Adam underneath them. Adam made himself comfortable, punching his pillow a few times and then rolling into a ball on his side. Michael was sliding back under the sheets on his side of the bed when something occurred to him. “Adam, you don’t mind if I share the bed do you? If you do, I have no problem taking the floor.”
“Stop being an idiot and let me sleep,” Adam scolded.
A few seconds later, the sound of deep breathing filled the room and Michael allowed himself to settle down. Why did he come to me? he wondered, looking over at Adam and using his eyes to trace the teenager’s features in the flickering candlelight. Even sleeping, Adam looked exhausted and Michael found that he was ashamed of himself for not noticing before. Now that he was faced with it directly, he saw that it was pretty obvious. Michael had just been so caught up in conflict over his feelings about Lucifer and everything that had happened that he had neglected to think about Adam. It was a stupid mistake and one he couldn’t repeat if he intended to pursue a relationship with Adam.
The thought astounded Michael. Did he want to have a relationship of that nature with Adam? Michael allowed himself a moment to think about it before deciding that yes, he really did. He would have to go slow though, and make sure that this was really what Adam wanted. He didn’t want to scare the boy, who-in spite of all the years he had been alive-was still a teenager. Michael was the type to determinedly follow whatever course of action he had set for himself and so, decision made, he fell into a restful slumber.
The next morning, Michael woke up with Adam’s face pressed into his neck, their legs tangled and their morning erections pressed together. He was surprised to find that he was the most comfortable he had been in a long while, even with the aching hard-on. When Adam woke up a while later, Michael tensed minutely, half expecting the teenager to push him away and run. But Adam, instead of bolting as Michael had feared, simply laid there with a small smile on his face and allowed the older man to stroke his hair. As Michael leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to Adam’s forehead, he felt a joy and peace that he had never expected to find. Everything bad that had happened slipped away and all was right with the world.
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Bobby had the near overwhelming urge to knock some heads together, starting with the Winchester boys. He liked the idjits well enough-couldn’t really afford not to, what with Dean about to make an honest angel out of Castiel-so it wasn’t like they boys themselves were the problem. No, the problem was the fact that those damn Winchesters had turned not just one but both of his sons gay.
Bobby had never been one of those gay-bashing bastards-hadn’t even considered himself homophobic in the least-and that hadn’t changed. He didn’t give a shit about Michael and Castiel being in love with other men. He just wished that he had at least one son left to give him grandchildren. He had never really expected to get any from Castiel. Hell, before he had seen Castiel latch on to Dean’s lips like he was dying and the man was the only source of available air, Bobby hadn’t thought his boy even had a sex drive. So, really, having never expected Castiel to get a girl in the first place, it didn’t bother him that his youngest son was gay. But Michael… Though he had always been more concerned with warfare than women, Michael had always been popular with the local girls when they lived in the city. He had even taken a few of them out once or twice, but it had never developed into anything serious. Bobby had always hoped that the boy would eventually settle down with a nice girl, and then pop out a few grandbabies for his father to spoil rotten before he died. Wasn’t going to happen now. Bobby wasn’t blind, and the way his son looked at the youngest Winchester made it clear that even if neither Michael nor Adam had told the other a damn thing about their feelings yet, it would be coming soon.
Bobby sighed and looked across the dining room table at his sons. Michael looked just as he always did, but Cas… Bobby’s brow furrowed. If it wasn’t bad enough that those Winchester idjits were robbing him of his grandchildren, Dean had also somehow managed to completely warp Castiel’s personality while he was at it. The angel had been practically bipolar lately. Half of the time, Castiel was all shiny eyes and sappy, diabetes-inducing words between him and Dean, and then a second later, he would be a completely different person, almost like a switch had flipped in his brain. Castiel had never had much of a temper, but hell, these days that boy was giving even Dean-who Bobby had noticed was the type to fly off the handle and spout a bunch of crap before taking the time to think things through-a run for his money. The only one Castiel ever outright yelled at was Dean, but the boy was just as scary when he wasn’t yelling as when he was. The day before, one of the maids had made the mistake of trying to take Castiel’s plate while he was busy talking to Dean. His son had frozen and turned his head toward her, fixing her with an icy glare before turning the rest of his body. “I am not finished,” Castiel had said, his voice deceptively calm. The girl had put the plate back down and Castiel had turned back to Dean as though nothing had happened. To his credit, Dean seemed to be just as confused by the angel’s mood swings as everyone else, but that didn’t mean Bobby wasn’t going to blame the idjit for whatever the hell was wrong with his son anyway.
Since Bobby didn’t know what kind of bug had crawled up the boy’s ass, he settled in to watch and wait. For now.
Chapter Nine | Masterpost | Chapter Ten Part Two
Author: Miss Meh
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Adam/Michael
Rating: NC-17 for swearing and explicit sex
Warnings: AU, copious amounts of fluff and sexual innuendo, fusion with Beauty and the Beast
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 6405
Status: WIP
Summary: His wings always seemed to be the problem, Castiel figured. But when he and his family move to Sioux Falls and he meets a Beast locked away in a castle, could his wings be the solution?
A/N: Hi everybody! This chapter drove me kinda crazy. The sex scene took forever to write, mostly because I’d never written one before, but I finally got it done and I hope it’s satisfactory. FOR THE RECORD, THE SEX SCENE IS ABOUT FIVE HUNDRED WORDS IN, SO IF YOU DON’T WANT TO READ THAT, PLEASE JUST SKIP OVER GABRIEL’S SECTION. Cas and Dean’s interactions in this chapter are pretty much based around the fact that I originally wanted Cas to be a Bridezilla. When I was actually writing it though, it seemed kinda OOC, so it ended up like this. Not nearly as funny, but I hope it’s more meaningful in the end. :D Sadly, this is going to be the second to last chapter of this story. I am planning to write one or two one-shots and maybe an epilogue in the same ‘verse after I’m finished. I’ll keep you guys posted on that. Anyways, much thanks to my reviewers and to my (awesome, amazing, blah, blah, blah : P ) beta Delu. I don’t think I would have made it this far without your support. And on with the story.
A/N: Oh, and by the way, Dean and Cas DO NOT have sex in this chapter. Like Cas would let himself get married in anything but white. :P
Chapter Ten: It’s hard to say what it is I see in you
Wonder if I’ll always be with you
Words can’t say and I can’t do
Enough to prove it’s all for you.
--“All for you” Sister Hazel
Michael, Castiel, and Bobby had volunteered to clear the castle of what remained of Lucifer’s army while Dean and Adam went to get dressed. They had briefly entertained the notion of trying to get Sam and Gabriel to help, but the idea was quickly discarded. Nobody wanted to interrupt Sam and Gabriel’s celebratory endeavors and Michael really didn’t think that the pair was needed anyway. Many of the supernatural beings had been driven off already or had fled later when Lucifer had fallen. For the most part, all they needed to do was get rid of the bodies that were left behind.
When they got downstairs, Michael was suddenly reminded that the Winchesters and Gabriel weren’t the only cursed ones in the castle. Naked humans were everywhere. Shaking his head, Michael decided to just ignore them and got to work. The three men split up to cover more ground as they methodically started piling bodies outside to be burned. Once they had finished clearing the first floor of the castle, Castiel quietly suggested that Michael go outside and search the grounds while he and Bobby worked on the upper levels inside. Michael gave his brother a thankful look and then left the castle to find Lucifer’s body.
When he reached the base of the tower and saw Lucifer’s form crumpled on the ground, Michael felt something inside of him shatter. All of the pain and rage that he had held back since he had been captured by Lucifer burst forth. Michael had been able to keep it inside when he had something, or more specifically someone, to direct those negative feelings toward. The anger he had felt when Lucifer threatened Adam, the anguish he had experienced when he thought his brother dead, and then the commiseration when Castiel had returned to find Dean dying. In each case, Lucifer had acted as the focal point when Michael turned those feelings into rage. Now that Lucifer was dead, he found that the emotions weren’t rage anymore, they were grief. Michael fell to his knees beside his former comrade’s body. “Why, brother, why?” he asked Lucifer, his voice trembling. “Why did you do this to yourself? Why did you do this to me?”
Michael didn’t notice Adam’s approach until the teenager was kneeling on the ground next to him, face full of concern. The boy extended one hand and gripped Michael’s shoulder in a gesture of comfort. The soldier couldn’t bring himself to meet Adam’s eyes as his tears fell, but the solid hold on his arm never wavered, allowing Michael to grieve for all that had happened and then for the brother that Lucifer might have been if somewhere down the line, things had gone differently.
And if Michael allowed Adam to hold his hand while they salted and burned Lucifer’s body, well, no one else was around to see it.
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Gabriel had all of about a minute to prepare everything before Sam got to their room. He turned down the bed-maybe Sam liked to do it under the sheets-and then opened the bedside drawer and pulled out the container of cooking oil he had stolen from the kitchen weeks ago when the angel had first arrived. His fingers fumbled the container a bit and when he set is down on the tabletop, he noticed that his hands were shaking. No, that wasn’t possible. That would imply that he was nervous and Gabriel didn’t do nervous. So what if he and Sam were about to have sex for the first time? If he had the balls to tell the guy that he loved him, he sure as hell would be able to do this. The thought heartened him and he was finally able to calm himself down.
Gabriel heard the telltale creak as the door opened and then the click as it closed again. He didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Sam. His thoughts stopped. It was Sam. His Sam. The Sasquatch with floppy hair and fucking puppy eyes. The guy with the laugh that was too goofy to be anything but genuine and who trusted Gabriel to curl up inside of him, right next to his heart. He could do this. Sam was worth it.
Then, Gabriel was facing Sam and the last of his nerves faded away. He was in Sam’s arms before he had even consciously acknowledged that he wanted to be there. Gabriel moaned as their lips met and he couldn’t repress a shudder when he felt Sam’s erection touched him, leaving a wet trail of precum on his stomach as they separated. The taller man had to bend his head forward to capture his lover’s lips and, conscious of this, Gabriel backed toward the bed before turning them around and pushing Sam onto it. Sam looked startled for a moment when Gabriel pushed his knees apart, but he allowed it. Gabriel crawled up between Sam’s legs and lined their dicks up as he lay down on top of Sam.
“Gabriel,” Sam groaned, his hips thrusting slightly as the head of Gabriel’s cock brushed over his. Gabriel allowed this a few times-God damn, it felt good-but Sam sounded way too close to coming for Gabriel’s liking. He lifted back up so that they were no longer touching, Sam’s hips attempting to follow his. “C’mon, Gabriel,” Sam whined. “I need you. Please.”
“Shhh…” he murmured. “It’s okay, Sammy. Let me take care of everything.” He leaned forward to place a tender kiss on Sam’s lips and then reached over to the bedside table. He grabbed the container of improvised lube and sat back on his heels before taking out the stopper to pour a bit of it on his fingers. He rubbed his hands together to warm it up before reaching down to take hold of Sam’s erection. He let his hand glide up and down a few times before he moved the slick fingers of his other hand back to Sam’s entrance.
Sam gasped and arched his back. “Gabriel!”
Gabriel circled Sam’s hole in an attempt to loosen the muscle before slipping his finger inside. He groaned at the tight heat. “Sam! Fuck, you’re so tight.” He pumped the finger experimentally a few times to see what Sam’s reaction would be. This was Sam’s first time with a guy and Gabriel wanted to make sure he was enjoying it. “Is this okay?” he asked, relieved when Sam nodded. Gabriel took a second to watch Sam’s expression as he finger-fucked him. Sam’s eyes were half closed and glazed with desire. He was panting and his hair was sweaty and his cheeks were flushed. To Gabriel he had never looked more beautiful.
“Gabriel,” Sam moaned. “Do something!” Gabriel came back to himself and moved his finger in and out a few more times before slipping another finger into his lover. “Ngh!” Sam grunted as Gabriel started to scissor his fingers. Gabriel looked back up at Sam’s face again, careful not to stop moving his fingers this time. Sam caught Gabriel’s eyes with his own and glared. “Gabriel, I haven’t had sex in a hundred and fifty years. I want you. Now!”
Oh, fuck, it made Gabriel want to just push into him right away, but Sam had never done this before. If he didn’t want to hurt Sam, he would have to make sure that he was fully prepared first. He slipped a third finger in next to the first two and Sam whimpered. Damn it, Gabriel wasn’t going to be able to do this much longer. Sam cried out and Gabriel could feel his lover’s muscles fluttering around him as he rubbed a knuckle over the man’s prostate. Sam panted jaggedly for a moment before leaning up and hissing at Gabriel, “Now. I’m ready. Do it now.”
Gabriel gulped and nodded, slipping his fingers out of Sam’s hole. He poured some more lube into his hand and slicked himself up before positioning himself at Sam’s entrance. Sam writhed underneath him as Gabriel pushed in and when he was finally in as deep as he could go, his lover let out a moan that went straight to Gabriel’s cock. He desperately wanted to start thrusting, but he waited for Sam to adjust and give him the go ahead first. It was the hardest minute of Gabriel’s life, but it was worth it when Sam looked him in the eye, pulled him down for a kiss, and started moving.
Letting go of all his reservations, Gabriel pulled out almost all the way before easing himself back in. Sam let out a choking sound and wrapped his legs tightly around his lover’s waist. Pulling his hands away from where they had been clutching the sheets, Sam threaded his fingers through Gabriel’s hair and yanked him down into a kiss. It was a bit too full of teeth for Gabriel’s taste, but by that point he didn’t care because it was Sam and they were having sex and nothing else mattered.
Gabriel could feel himself getting close and reached down between their bodies to Sam’s dick. His palm slid smoothly over Sam’s skin, and he gradually increased the pace of his fist until Sam was jerking beneath him. Sam’s muscles constricted around Gabriel’s cock as he came and that added tightness pushed him over the edge. He cried out and thrust into Sam a few more times, spilling his release into his lover. Exhausted, he pulled out and collapsed on top of Sam.
Sam and Gabriel lay there panting for what felt like forever before Gabriel finally lifted his head from where it had fallen against Sam’s neck. All traces of his usually smirk were absent from his face as he said, “Fuck, Sam. If there were any doubt in my mind that I loved you before, there sure as hell isn’t now.” Gabriel smoothed the damp hair back off of that abnormally large forehead he loved so much and planted a kiss on Sam’s temple. “You were amazing.”
Sam looked at him for a moment and then leaned up to press a remarkably tender kiss to Gabriel’s lips. “I love you,” he murmured. “Is it always like that or is it just because…”
It took Gabriel a moment to understand what Sam was asking. “It can be pretty bad if you have a lousy top, which if you haven’t noticed, I am not.” He puffed out his chest proudly. “But in all honesty, while I’m sure the sex between us would have been great either way, it was a whole hell of a lot hotter because I love you.”
The corners of Sam’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Why, Gabriel, I swear you’re practically a romantic these days.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, just don’t tell anyone. You’re the only one allowed to see me this way.” He captured Sam’s bottom lip between his teeth and was satisfied when his lover moaned into his mouth. “So, Sammy-boy, ready for round two?”
“Gabriel,” Sam groaned. “I don’t think I can recover that fast.”
“Oh, really?” Gabriel moved his hips against Sam’s in a way that was designed to tease and then smirked when he felt Sam start to harden again.
Sam looked up at Gabriel, biting his lip. “Do you think… Maybe, could I…” Sam hesitated, but when Gabriel nodded for him to continue, he said, “Could I be inside you this time?”
Gabriel’s smile widened. “Oh, Sammy, I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all day.”
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Adam was going to kill them.
They were so fucking loud. He put his hands over his ears, trying to drown out the moaning coming from the next room. God, they had just lived through a battle against a fucking army and one now-deceased crazy ass general and he couldn’t even get a good night’s sleep. Fuck, he just wanted to get some sleep.
A particularly loud moan sounded, accompanied this time by a shout of, “Oh, Gabriel, faster!”
Oh God! Adam rolled over in bed and slammed the pillow over his head. His first night back in his own skin, his first night back in his own bed, and this was the shit he had to deal with? He groaned and pressed his face harder into the mattress. Was some fucking peace and quiet too much to ask?
And god damn it, Adam had had plans for tonight. He wasn’t a fucking teacup anymore. He had a fucking dick and he wanted to use it. Now, it was night and he was in his room alone. It would be the perfect time, if he wasn’t rooming next to a pair of fucking nymphos who hadn’t stopped going at it long enough to allow Adam to slip his hand into his pants, let alone get himself off. He sighed in frustration and thought about tuning them out and going for it anyway.
Another yell echoed into his room. “Sam, so tight, damn it!”
Oh, no way in hell would he be able to get it up while listening to that. Adam huffed and clamped the pillow down tighter over his ears. It was no use. Since he obviously wasn’t going to be able to do anything worthwhile tonight, Adam figured he might as well sleep. Not moving from his position on his stomach, he fluffed up one pillow under his left ear, then smacked the other pillow back on top of his right ear before he could hear anymore of those puke-worthy noises coming from next door.
The grunts and moans got louder. God damn it. This is going to be a long night.
As it turned out, it was a very long night and, unfortunately for Adam, Sam and Gabriel were still at it the next night. Adam managed to catch an hour here and there in between bouts of Sam and Gabriel’s marathon sex, but by the third night, he was so tired that he actually contemplated sneaking down to his old cupboard. That idea didn’t last long; he was too large to fit into it as a human. When he heard another explicit phrase filter through the walls between his bedroom and Sam’s he finally cracked. He stormed out of his room and down the corridor.
But where the fuck should I go now? he thought. As far as he was concerned, Dean’s bedroom wasn’t far enough from his own to make much of a difference. He knew that Cas had a bedroom, but since he hadn’t heard any sex noises coming from Dean’s room, Adam concluded that Dean was probably sexing up the angel in Cas’s instead. His older brother probably wanted to get away from Sam and Gabriel as much as Adam did. That left Bobby or Michael. Adam didn’t know Bobby all that well and wasn’t really comfortable sleeping in the same room. His other option wasn’t really all that appealing either, for an entirely different reason.
After seeing Michael breakdown over the death of his fallen brother in arms, Adam had realized that if he wasn’t already half in love with the man, he was sure as hell on his way to getting there. This alone wouldn’t be enough to keep Adam from seeking refuge in Michael’s room, but that combined with the fact that he still hadn’t been able to get off… Fuck, it was a recipe for disaster.
Half of him wanted to just go to Michael and see what would happen. The longer he thought about it, the more tired he got, until finally, the idea seemed like the best one he had had all night. And that was how Adam found himself dressed only in a pair of worn flannel pajama bottoms, knocking at Michael’s bedroom door.
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Michael woke to someone knocking on his door. Awareness flooded him almost instantaneously and he sat up. Ever cautious, he reached for the knife under his pillow before getting up and making his way to the door. The knock sounded again, louder this time, as Michael laid his hand on the door knob. Assuming a defensive position, he opened the door.
He didn’t know what exactly he had expected, but it definitely wasn’t this.
Adam was standing at his door in a pair of sleeping pants, one hand poised in front of him as though he were about to knock again. The teenager’s eyes were red and had dark circles around them. Michael lowered the knife, setting it on the small table next to the door, and stepped back to let Adam in. “What’s wrong?” he asked as he lit a candle on the bedside table. “Are you okay?” Michael motioned for Adam to sit down on the side of the bed and then crouched down to get a better look at him. He put a hand on Adam’s forehead, but the boy’s skin didn’t feel feverish and he wasn’t clammy. “Adam, what’s happened?”
Adam stared at him in a daze for a moment before licking his lips and parting them to speak. “Sam and Gabriel…” he trailed off, his face twisting.
Michael’s worry grew. Nobody had really seen either Sam or Gabriel since the battle. Had something happened to them? “What about them? Are they hurt?”
Adam shook his head, and then stopped when it seemed to make him dizzy. “I wish,” he snorted once he’d regained his equilibrium. “No, they’ve been having sex almost nonstop for the past three days. It’s driving me up a fucking wall.” The boy rubbed his eyes sleepily and Michael pointedly tried to ignore just how adorable he thought Adam was at that moment. “I haven’t had an uninterrupted hour of sleep since that fucking battle and I…”
Michael caught Adam when the teenager started to fall over. “Okay, let’s get you into bed.” He pulled back the covers and coaxed Adam underneath them. Adam made himself comfortable, punching his pillow a few times and then rolling into a ball on his side. Michael was sliding back under the sheets on his side of the bed when something occurred to him. “Adam, you don’t mind if I share the bed do you? If you do, I have no problem taking the floor.”
“Stop being an idiot and let me sleep,” Adam scolded.
A few seconds later, the sound of deep breathing filled the room and Michael allowed himself to settle down. Why did he come to me? he wondered, looking over at Adam and using his eyes to trace the teenager’s features in the flickering candlelight. Even sleeping, Adam looked exhausted and Michael found that he was ashamed of himself for not noticing before. Now that he was faced with it directly, he saw that it was pretty obvious. Michael had just been so caught up in conflict over his feelings about Lucifer and everything that had happened that he had neglected to think about Adam. It was a stupid mistake and one he couldn’t repeat if he intended to pursue a relationship with Adam.
The thought astounded Michael. Did he want to have a relationship of that nature with Adam? Michael allowed himself a moment to think about it before deciding that yes, he really did. He would have to go slow though, and make sure that this was really what Adam wanted. He didn’t want to scare the boy, who-in spite of all the years he had been alive-was still a teenager. Michael was the type to determinedly follow whatever course of action he had set for himself and so, decision made, he fell into a restful slumber.
The next morning, Michael woke up with Adam’s face pressed into his neck, their legs tangled and their morning erections pressed together. He was surprised to find that he was the most comfortable he had been in a long while, even with the aching hard-on. When Adam woke up a while later, Michael tensed minutely, half expecting the teenager to push him away and run. But Adam, instead of bolting as Michael had feared, simply laid there with a small smile on his face and allowed the older man to stroke his hair. As Michael leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to Adam’s forehead, he felt a joy and peace that he had never expected to find. Everything bad that had happened slipped away and all was right with the world.
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Bobby had the near overwhelming urge to knock some heads together, starting with the Winchester boys. He liked the idjits well enough-couldn’t really afford not to, what with Dean about to make an honest angel out of Castiel-so it wasn’t like they boys themselves were the problem. No, the problem was the fact that those damn Winchesters had turned not just one but both of his sons gay.
Bobby had never been one of those gay-bashing bastards-hadn’t even considered himself homophobic in the least-and that hadn’t changed. He didn’t give a shit about Michael and Castiel being in love with other men. He just wished that he had at least one son left to give him grandchildren. He had never really expected to get any from Castiel. Hell, before he had seen Castiel latch on to Dean’s lips like he was dying and the man was the only source of available air, Bobby hadn’t thought his boy even had a sex drive. So, really, having never expected Castiel to get a girl in the first place, it didn’t bother him that his youngest son was gay. But Michael… Though he had always been more concerned with warfare than women, Michael had always been popular with the local girls when they lived in the city. He had even taken a few of them out once or twice, but it had never developed into anything serious. Bobby had always hoped that the boy would eventually settle down with a nice girl, and then pop out a few grandbabies for his father to spoil rotten before he died. Wasn’t going to happen now. Bobby wasn’t blind, and the way his son looked at the youngest Winchester made it clear that even if neither Michael nor Adam had told the other a damn thing about their feelings yet, it would be coming soon.
Bobby sighed and looked across the dining room table at his sons. Michael looked just as he always did, but Cas… Bobby’s brow furrowed. If it wasn’t bad enough that those Winchester idjits were robbing him of his grandchildren, Dean had also somehow managed to completely warp Castiel’s personality while he was at it. The angel had been practically bipolar lately. Half of the time, Castiel was all shiny eyes and sappy, diabetes-inducing words between him and Dean, and then a second later, he would be a completely different person, almost like a switch had flipped in his brain. Castiel had never had much of a temper, but hell, these days that boy was giving even Dean-who Bobby had noticed was the type to fly off the handle and spout a bunch of crap before taking the time to think things through-a run for his money. The only one Castiel ever outright yelled at was Dean, but the boy was just as scary when he wasn’t yelling as when he was. The day before, one of the maids had made the mistake of trying to take Castiel’s plate while he was busy talking to Dean. His son had frozen and turned his head toward her, fixing her with an icy glare before turning the rest of his body. “I am not finished,” Castiel had said, his voice deceptively calm. The girl had put the plate back down and Castiel had turned back to Dean as though nothing had happened. To his credit, Dean seemed to be just as confused by the angel’s mood swings as everyone else, but that didn’t mean Bobby wasn’t going to blame the idjit for whatever the hell was wrong with his son anyway.
Since Bobby didn’t know what kind of bug had crawled up the boy’s ass, he settled in to watch and wait. For now.
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