in which Sam and Gabriel start hunting together when Sam comes back from the cage and Dean is living with Lisa and Ben
takes place between s5 & s6, asks open
ft. sabriel Vegas wedding, lots of candy wrappers, Sam opening up to Gabriel about the cage, Gabriel becoming extremely protective over Sam, and of course a few dead monsters along the way
summary: Sam might be drunk but he still means what he says
warnings: alcohol, swearing, 5x19 mentions/fix-it, s5 finale mentions/fix-it
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Sam didnât mean to fall, really he didnât. But seeing Gabriel help them, watching him glance at Sam with this content half smile once they finally got out of that hotel from hell, well Sam couldnât resist.Â
And he tries to be subtle and take things slow but Gabrielâs never been one for slow nor subtle so Sam finds himself kissing the angel not two days later. They decided the night after the hotel that Gabriel would stay with them like Cas does, helping track down Lucifer and hopefully sending him straight back into the cage he crawled out of. Gabriel has assured multiple times that he wonât let Sam say yes to Lucifer, no matter what.Â
In the end, Gabriel keeps that promise. Heâs able to get both Michael, despite him being in Adamâs skin, and Lucifer, still in Nicks; to be pushed into the open hole gaping in the grass. Everyone is relieved. They share congratulations drinks at Bobbyâs, Sam kissing Gabriel as hard as he can between shots of tequila that Dean keeps pouring, a smirk on his face that Sam doesn't quite get but shrugs off.Â
He thinks maybe this is what Dean was smirking about, knowing that Sam relaxes and gets a lot more well, slutty- to put it simply, while drunk. His legs are straddled over Gabrielâs lap and while the angel isnât protesting in the slightest, heâs not moving things farther along either, much to Samâs disappointment.
âHavinâ fun there?â Gabriel grins wide as Sam hums sluggishly, petting through the thick locks of Gabrielâs hair. Itâs soft and silky, conditioned from the shower he took only a few hours ago.Â
âSo pretty, and sexy.â Sam smiles, trying to grind down into Gabrielâs lap but finds that he canât as Gabrielâs hands hold his hips still, stupid archangel strength.Â
âNot tonight Sammy, youâve had too much to drink.â An exaggerated groan is the response he gets but Gabriel only rolls his eyes, heâs never seen what alcohol does to Sam before but he makes a mental note to not drink at the same time as his boyfriend, thatâd end in chaos and not the good kind.Â
âBet your wings are sexy too.â Samâs hands run down to Gabrielâs shoulder blades, caressing over the parts where his wings would emerge if he so wanted them to.Â
âOh yeah?â Gabriel checks behind Samâs shoulder to see if theyâre alone, Bobbyâs down for the count upstairs that much he knows, and apparently Dean and Cas disappeared somewhere as their half drunk glasses are left on the table and Casâ trench coat is on the floor on the path leading to the stairs.Â
âI canât show you my wings, not while weâre inside, but there are scars if you want to see those.â Gabrielâs full wings would bust through Bobbyâs windows and knock a million things over in the process, but thereâs scarring from where they come out, and others from who knows what.Â
Sam pauses, a genuinely surprised look on his face before he nods hesitantly. Gabriel knows why Samâs so surprised, heâs yet to show Sam the scars on his back, or really anywhere aside from the ones showing on his arms with his sleeves being rolled up. Their relationship is still new enough to not have gone all the way, not that Gabrielâs planning on changing that tonight, but he figures he can give Sam the satisfaction of seeing him shirtless.Â
âLay down.â The brunette immediately orders when Gabriel discards the long sleeve he had on, Sam jumping off his lap in more of a stumble than anything. Gabriel decides not to question Samâs motives and just lays down across the couch, stomach down as his boyfriend orders him to, not that intimidatingly but itâs still cute to watch him try.Â
A long exhale leaves Samâs mouth once he has his legs over Gabrielâs waist, hands hovering so close to his back that the heat from his palms radiates onto Gabrielâs skin. Itâs oddly comforting, having Samâs weight on his waist, and his hands so close to his skin even if they arenât touching yet.Â
âYouâre so prettyâŠ.â Sam trails off, his hands finally resting on the thick jagged scars that curve with Gabriel's shoulder blades, the skinâs red and raised, fully healed over despite the faded rosy tone laying prominently against his rather pale skin.Â
âYeah?â Gabriel twists his head to the side, smiling lazily at how gentle Samâs hands move over the skin.
âYeah, angelic.â He snorts at his own joke and Gabriel rolls his eyes before heâs quickly snapped out of it when he feels Sam lean down over his back, pressing the softest kiss known to man against the wing scar on his left, then his right. His hands fall to Gabrielâs sides, smoothing over the skin while he sighs happily into another kiss to each scar.Â
âYouâre mine, my angel, my archangel.â Itâs a murmur that Gabriel barely catches, though his heart picks up ten paces at the words.Â
He likes that. Likes being Samâs, Samâs archangel.Â