To hold, and to have
Length: 350 words.
Rating: Teen.
Pairing: Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam, implied past Wincestiel.
Warnings: Abduction and implied off-screen torture. Then Gabriel happened to them.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Kissing without plot: Castiel, Sam, and Dean are furiously pleased to find Gabriel alive.
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It was the adrenalin that did it, Dean thought hazily. He shoved forward, fingers grabbing and yanking on instinct, keeping, keeping. His mouth collided, hard and a bit brutal in demand, with the side of Gabriel’s head, the angle of his jaw, his temple. Then Sam rolled and surged up against them both, making Dean’s lips skid to Castiel’s eyelashes, to his nose where it pressed sharp into Gabriel’s cheek. To the loose, hungry seam of their mouths.
The adrenalin. Yes.
Because Gabriel had been in there too fucking long, too many hours of screams and blood and binding and cruel cutting wire before they’d managed to get in close enough to break the angel bindings, and now he was here and whole in the doorway with that stupid shit of a grin and the blood of his captors on his hands, and Gabriel was theirs. Even if they never said it, if they all worked so damn hard on pretending nothing mattered, just in case of pain.
Gabriel belonged here, right the hell here, trapped in the triangle of their arms and mouths and heated furious bodies.
Dean shoved his way in, and it wasn’t hard: Gabriel and Castiel were wide open, devouring and demanding, lips and tongue and teeth, pushing and parting in wet, messy gasps, fervently seared promises. Nothing they weren’t willing to share.
Sam’s hands knotted themselves tight in the neck of Dean’s jacket, easy and accessible, and the demand of his body shoved Dean’s thighs wide, pushed him in painfully sharp against the familiar angle of Cas’ hip bone. Dean growled at him, at or all of them, and dragged one hand up to knot hard in Gabriel’s hair, to clamp too hard around the eggshell curve of his skull.
“Ours,” he snarled, muffled incoherent into spit and tongue, and, “You ever do something like that to us again, Gabriel, I swear to hell…”
Gabriel’s eyes slid wide and startled-bright, and Castiel took hungry advantage of the falter to lock both hands around Gabriel’s face and tip his head back, tip him open, to get more of him.