Summary: Sam can't believe his eyes when Gabriel shows up in the bunker after faking dead again. The archangel explains how he did it, and in the process unseen emotions are revealed.
This was written for @sabrielevents Sabriel Week! Day 3: Canon Fix-It
Sam was willing to listen to his mother now about getting more sleep. Hell, he was willing to take a week-long nap right now, because he was pretty sure he was hallucinating. It wasn’t him that heard the bunker door being opened and closed in the middle of the night, it was his ears making up sounds to fill the silence of the archive at three in the morning. It was his paranoid, sleep-deprived brain that made him stumble over and press against the wall, armed with a gun, to protect himself against the false footsteps as they came closer, closer. It was his mind that weaved the terrified visage of a newly deceased archangel throwing his hands up so that Sam wouldn’t shoot, whiskey-colored eyes opened wide.
“Whoa! Easy there!” Gabriel coaxed him like a horse. Sam still didn’t lower his weapon. “It’s me, Sam, it’s Gabriel.”
Sam tightened his grip. “Gabriel’s dead.”
“Gabriel” tightened his jaw. “Come on, don’t make me prove it, you know how little grace I have left.”
The Winchester said nothing, gun still trained right on his heart. Gabriel sighed, and in a swift blink his eyes began to glow. Behind him, three sets of wings bloomed from his back, shifting from a golden shimmer to a blue tip. Sam couldn’t decide if he should relax or be even more tense, but regardless he lowered the gun, tossing it casually onto the nearby library table.
Gabriel’s eyes stopped glowing, and he swayed in place a moment before steadying. He raised his arms back up in a showing gesture. “See? It’s me.” When Sam didn’t respond, he continued. “It’s good to see you again Samuel.”
What the archangel expected was a warm reception, wide smile of disbelief and maybe, if he was lucky, a hug. Instead what he got was hard knuckles across the face. Catching him off guard, the blow knocked him down the library stairs and into the map room. Before he even had the chance to lick the blood from his lip, Sam yanked him up by the shirt collar and shoved him into the wall. Sam went for another punch, but being prepared this time, Gabriel caught it and pushed Sam backwards. “Jesus Christ Sam, chill out! What’s wrong with you!?”
“What’s wrong with me!? You faked dying in front of me, again, that’s what’s wrong, how the hell did you even get back here?”
“Yeah, again, I thought you’d know I’d be back by now. Didn’t you see me wink?”
“You didn’t wink.”
“Pretty sure I did.”
Seeing Sam raise his fist again, Gabriel waved his hands in front of him. “Okay I didn’t wink, fine!”
“So how did -”
“I escape, yeah, I got it, let’s just rewind for a second here.” Gabriel interrupted. He snapped his fingers and suddenly they were back in scarily familiar territory. The dead trees, the coarse dirt, the gray skies - Apocalypse world. Except he and Gabriel were standing to the side of the group of escaping refugees, turning to see Michael approaching. Sam looked at himself, and then at Gabriel, standing side by side. Is that really what he looked like from the side?
“I thought you said you didn’t have a lot of grace still,” Sam pointed out, looking around at the obvious illusion.
“I don’t, but pulling something straight from memory is just like copy and pasting. It’s a lot less effort,” Gabriel explained. “Look, I’ll show you what happened.”
They watched for a moment as Michael came forward. Sam desperately wanted to look away knowing what happened next. Hearing his voice warning Gabriel not to do it, not to risk his life for a mere few seconds, was surreal because he could not only feel the pain but hear it, as though it were a tangible thing, that if he were to reach down his own throat he could rip it out and toss it in a chest before locking it away forever.
“Watch me closely,” Gabriel instructed. He took Sam’s hand and walked him in front of Gabriel. Even knowing it was an illusion did not take the anxiety of moving closer to the threat away, worsening still as he turned his back to Michael. Gabriel’s confidence did little to ease it, but he did as he was told, and watched Gabriel. He looked at Sam, saying he was tired of running, and Sam was shocked to see as he looked away, trying to keep one eye on Michael, Gabriel did indeed flash a quick grin and wink.
“Told you so.”
Still, Gabriel walked forward, blade in hand feebly, and everything looked the same. Then Gabriel reached forward and touched something, revealing a hidden aspect of the memory.
It was Gabriel. Standing there, hands in his pockets, shifting stealthily towards the back of the crowd as he got ready to run.
“How?” Sam breathed. “How could I not see you?”
“I turned invisible just as my duplicate took my place. I did the same thing to Luci at the hotel. Impressive, right?” The archangel smirked, a little twinkle in his eyes, but Sam was too busy watching him walk right through the portal. Even now, he had a hard time believing it.
The illusion ended, putting them back in the map room. Gabriel sat on the table, arms straight as they pushed against the edge of it, him leaning towards Sam. “After all that I just needed some time to...think. Being so close to Luci like that again, seeing Michael kill me - and I haven’t had the chance for some downtime ever since Ketch rescued me. So I chilled in LA for a bit.”
Gabriel had grown a scruffy beard in the time he’d been gone, much like Sam’s, making him look tired and roughed up. But he straightened his posture, looking up at Sam. “So is that enough to stop you from punching me again?”
Sam’s shoulders slumped, the exhaustion of the night and the previous ones hitting him. “I still had to watch you die. Again.”
The archangel blinked, somehow confused at Sam’s sadness. “Sam?” Was all he could say, tone questioning.
“I care about you Gabe,” Sam glanced down at the ground, and he could just see Gabriel’s corpse lying in front of his feet. “Seeing you die was...hard. Especially since I just got you back.”
Gabriel’s mouth turned into a soft ‘oh’ of surprise, his eyes slightly wide. “I didn’t know I...I’m sorry.” He stood, but wasn’t sure what to do from there. He reached a hand out. Retracted it. Looked down. Looked up. Opened his mouth. Closed it. For once in his very, very long life, he was speechless even with the full ability to speak.
He didn’t have to. Sam walked up to him and slowly put his arms around him, before squeezing him into a hug. If only he could see the shock on Gabriel’s face softened into a bittersweet smile and watery eyes. If only Gabriel could notice Sam breathing in his honey scent and closing his eyes as he squeezed Gabriel tighter.
“I’m happy you’re okay.”
Gabriel only no rescinded the hug, sinking into it and squeezing back. “Yeah. I mean, thanks,” He choked out.
Neither of them wanted to let go first. So neither of them did. Sam simply pulled back a little and looked down at Gabriel, the archangel looking back up at him. A little voice in the back of Sam’s head told him not to squander this chance, as he leaned in and planted his lips on Gabriel’s.
It was brief, because even with the scare Gabriel gave him he was more scared of kissing him than he was of Gabriel dropping dead again. He pulled away to see the archangel’s reaction, which was still utter shock. “Wow,” He breathed, then grinned. “Saaaaaam, what a softie you are!”
Sam rolled his eyes and looked away, face burning up. “Shut up.” He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Gabriel punched his arm jokingly.
“You have to at least buy me dinner. Tomorrow though. You need some sleep.”
“You sound like Mo- Mary. I’m fine.”
“Nope, humans need sleep and you are human pal. So sleep,” Gabriel snapped his fingers, and all of the sudden the sensation of falling asleep hit him in an instant, sending him to the floor. He wasn’t awake to see Gabriel pick him up without even the slightest of grunts, carry him to his room, and tuck him into his bed. He sat at the edge of it for a moment, before rummaging through his closet for an extra sheet and pillow, walking out to the library, and setting up on the table, falling asleep right then and there with a big old grin, the taste of Sam’s smoky lips still lingering on his tongue.
[[Sabriel. Day 1: Hurt/Comfort. Hold Tight. I’ll post on Ao3 in a bit. @sabrielevents]]
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“Son of a bi-”
Sam stops short of the doorway to the kitchen. He knows that voice all too well, but he waits for a moment, listening for whatever might follow next. It stays quiet until,
“I know you’re there, Samoose.”
Right. Archangel. Difficult to sneak up on one of those. Not that he had honestly been trying.
“You okay?” He asks with a raised eyebrow once he rounds the corner. Gabriel looks okay, but that doesn’t mean anything in this family.
“Wonderful. Superb, even.”
Sam wouldn’t believe him on a good day, but Gabriel isn’t actually trying to hide the underlying current of emotions that he’s obviously struggling to keep a hold of. Sam steps further into the kitchen. He makes a move for the table where Gabriel is sitting, but that’s apparently the wrong move.
Sam thinks he should be alarmed by the fact that he can’t move all of the sudden, but he’s too startled and a bit too amazed to process the situation properly. It doesn’t last long anyways.
Gabriel sags and mumbles a quiet apology.
Sam wiggles his fingers just to check that he can, but he doesn’t move any closer. “You don’t have to apologize, Gabe,” he says gently, keeping his hands where Gabriel can see them.
“I just-”
“Yeah, you did, and it’s not worth beating yourself up over. No harm done, see?” He turns his hands over. Nothing missing, nothing maimed.
Gabriel swallows thickly, but he nods after a moment.
Sam would count it as more of a win if the archangel weren’t looking so defeated. “Can I come closer?” He waits for the little nod, which he gets after a moment of hesitation. He walks carefully. Every step is deliberate, and his hands never move out of Gabriel’s line of sight. He considers rolling up his sleeves so that Gabriel knows there’s no hidden weapons. No needles. The motion of that might be enough to set Gabriel off again, and he’d rather not do that. If only for Gabriel’s sake. He looks close enough to falling apart.
He reaches Gabriel and isn’t surprised to have an armful of archangel a moment later. Gabriel latches onto him tight enough that it almost makes Sam’s ribs ache. He doesn’t care. All that matters is that Gabriel is letting him get close despite the anxiety that’s eating him inside out. Sam runs his fingers through Gabriel’s hair and remains unsurprised when Gabriel’s shoulders start shaking, but it does rip his heart right out of his chest.
Sam keeps one hand in Gabriel’s hair. That’s always seemed to calm Gabe down in the past. The other works its way over the angel’s back, but Gabriel goes tense. Sucks in a deep breath that sounds suspiciously close to a hiss of pain.
“Gabe?”
“It’s nothing,” Gabriel’s voice betrays him by cracking.
“Doesn’t sound like it.”
“It’ll take care of itself.”
Sam frowns deeply at that. “It doesn’t need to,” he argues gently. It’s better to prod Gabriel in the right direction than to outright force him. “Wanna go to the bedroom?”
Gabriel looks like he might argue, but he ends up giving a one shouldered shrug instead. A one shouldered shrug that seems to add to his discomfort.
Sam’s concern is only growing, but he leans down to wipe gently at Gabriel’s eyes. He kisses his forehead for good measure. “C’mon,” he offers his hand as a lifeline and hopes Gabriel will take it.
By the time they reach their shared bedroom, Gabriel looks like he’s ready to pass out. It worries Sam more than he wants to admit, but he’s trying his damnedest to keep from pushing Gabe too hard. He’s obviously struggling both mentally and physically, but that’s only more cause for concern. Sam hadn’t noticed Gabriel taking any hits on their last outing.
“Show me?” Sam prompts gently, then watches as Gabriel flops face down onto the bed. Right, so this might be a little more difficult than he’d hoped.
Except then Gabriel’s wings pop out and unfurl abruptly, and that is something Sam will never get used to. It’s only the largest set, but they’re impressive in their own right. The gold shines beautifully despite the awful lighting the bunker offers. Sam steps closer with some hesitation, worried about what he might find.
There’s a decent chunk of feathers and a gash dug into one wing, close to the root. Sam winces in sympathy. “Anything I can do?”
“I was in the middle of pulling out the dead ones when you came by,” Gabriel explains. He turns his head to the side and rests his cheek on his arms. It’s his best attempt at looking unaffected, but Sam can see the fear. Exposing himself like this isn’t easy for the archangel. His time in Hell had done a number on him, and, no matter how many times they’ve done this, Gabriel remains nervous at a bare minimum.
“Oh,” that explains the cursing. “Want me to?”
“Knock yourself out,” Gabriel says, voice tighter now.
Sam weighs his options, but he decides the wing can wait a little longer. He has a feeling it doesn’t hurt as much with it being unfurled now. He crawls onto the bed and manages to work his way underneath one wing. His arms wrap around Gabriel. Loosely at first, then a bit tighter when Gabriel doesn’t try to put distance between them.
Gabriel presses his face against Sam’s neck. It’s a good place to pick when trying to hide from the world. His wings stay spread out, and he’s very near tears for the second time in less than an hour.
“I’ve got you,” Sam promises. He strokes between Gabriel’s wings. “You’re safe, Gabe.”
Pairing: Sabriel
No Warnings
On Ao3
For @sabrielevents Sabriel Week 2019, Day 3, Canon Fix-It
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Gabriel finally found it. It had taken him a while, having been practically huddled in fear against Sam the first time he was brought here. The wardings were stronger, were better, were updated, purposely to keep the bunker hidden from Archangels, and probably to keep them out.
He slowly meandered up to the door, trying to figure out what he could say - if there were anything he could say - to be allowed inside. Dean would probably throw a punch then ask questions later. Castiel would bombard him with a million questions. Sam would… Gabriel stopped and swallowed. What would Sam do?
It would probably be too much to ask for the younger Winchester to even look at him. Why did he come here again? Gabriel has been able to keep himself hidden for millennia. He’d been Loki’s doppelganger, and with Loki gone, he could be the Loki.
But that wouldn’t be right. It won’t be right unless Gabriel could see them - Sam - one more time. He’s fought his past before; he’s stood up against his brothers. Now he needed to face his family - if he’s even allowed to call them that.
Gabriel stopped at the door, feeling the sigil, tracing it in his mind’s eye. Sam etched it onto the door. He could feel grief associated with the sigil, but he wasn’t sure why. Gabriel debated for a moment. He could knock, and play Russian Roulette and see who answers the door, or he could do the sure thing.
“Castiel,” he whispered, “please come to the door, and don’t tell them I’m here. You can call me a coward to my face, but please don’t let them know. Not yet.”
“You don’t want Sam to know you’re here?”
The shorter angel whipped around and came face to face with not Castiel, but Jack. “Where’s Cas?”
“He’s with Dean, on a hunt. Sam and I are here, so Cas sent me to come to get you.” Jack’s head tilted in confusion; a trait picked up from the Seraph. “Do you not want to see Sam?”
“Of course I do, Kiddo. The question is whether or not he wants to see me. If any of you want to see me."
Jack smiled. “I must admit, I don’t know you very well, but from what Cas and Sam have told me, I would probably get along with you very well. I apparently like nougat almost as much as you do. So yes, I would like to see you.” Jack looked towards the door. “I know Sam misses you. He won’t tell anyone. But when he sees Cas and Dean together, he gets…” The young Nephilim bit his bottom lip. “I don’t think jealous is the word. It’s more like he’s feeling empty, and that he wishes he was whole again.”
“Would it hurt him if he saw me?”
“No!” Jack’s eyes lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. “If anything, I think that would heal him. You should come in. I can ask Cas how to fix the warding to let you pass!” With a ruffle of wings, Jack was gone.
Gabriel put his hand back on the door, and after a few moments, felt the warding that was keeping him out fade away. The lock disengaged, and the door swung open, granting him access to the bunker. “Thank you, Cas.” He prayed silently, giving his brother thanks for allowing him access.
“Do you want me to tell him you’re here?” Jack closed the hatch quietly, securing it back in place.
“I’ve got this, Kiddo.” Gabriel placed his hand on Jack’s shoulder. “We’ll catch up later, and I’ll set you straight about me, ok?”
“I would like that.” Jack looked at Gabriel’s hand and back before smiling. “Sam’s in the library. He’s helping Dean and Cas with their hunt, as well as a couple of other hunters who are out. Do you know where it is?”
Gabriel started walking down the stairs. “I’m pretty sure I remember. I’ll shout if I need help.” As he got to the bottom of the steps and cut through the War Room, he took a deep breath. He slowed down his pace as he got closer to the Library, quieting his footsteps.
“Dean, look, based off of what you and Cas have found it’s another pair of shifters. Maybe a pack. No. Well, you didn’t say that part before. Ok, then I’ll keep looking. Try silver. Jerk.” A thud on the table let Gabriel know that Sam tossed his phone on the table. He silently slid into the room and leaned against the doorway.
Sam sat a table, hunched over several books as usual, with his laptop open. It was a sight familiar to Gabriel, and one that made his heart beat faster with joy. He was a fool to think that he could have run away, to be able to stay away from the man sitting at the table.
“Hey Jack, did you…” Sam looked up at the doorway and froze.
“Hey there, Samshine.”
Sam closed his eyes and rubbed them before opening them up and looking at the Archangel again. He stood up hesitantly, as though Gabriel would disappear. “Am I dreaming? Did I fall asleep again?”
“Dream of me often, Sammy?”
“Every night since I lost you.” Sam took a couple of steps forward. “But you don’t normally converse with me. It’s me failing you, over and over again.”
Gabriel stood up straight and closed the distance between them. “You think you failed me, Sam?” He waited until the younger Winchester nodded in confirmation. “You did no such thing. I promised I would keep you safe, no matter what, and I made sure you got through the portal. There was just a hiccough.”
“You died! That’s more than a hiccough!” Tears were falling freely down Sam’s face. “Why can’t I wake up?”
“Cause this isn’t a dream, Sam. I’m real. I’m alive. I’m here.” Gabriel reached up and cupped Sam’s cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb. “Cas got the Empty all up in a hissy fit. There’s no organization there. Hell, I never went to sleep properly. I just had to bide my time. Plus you guys have this place locked down like Fort Knox. Just took me a little longer to find my way to you.”
Sam gently ran his hands down Gabriel’s arms, almost as though he was proving to himself that the angel in front of him was real. “You’re here.”
Gabriel gently pulled Sam down into a soft kiss. “Yeah, Sam. I’m here.”
Summary- Sam and Gabriel figure things out, then Gabriel goes into heat.
Tags/Warnings- This chapter earns the rating! Alpha!Sam, Omega!Gabriel, heats, very brief mention of mpreg, implied/mentioned sexual content, language, general meta-ness.
Today’s Sabriel week prompt was Alpha/Beta/Omega. Thank you to @warlockwriter for the beta, hehe :)
Read on Ao3 here ~
@ditsauthor99 @sabrielevents
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Gabriel woke up curled up next to Sam, their legs tangled together. Yesterday, well, he was a bit of a mess. Losing his grace wasn’t easy on him. If it wasn’t for Sam, he didn’t know what would have happened. Sam had kissed him! His Sam…
He smiled, burying his face deep into Sam’s neck and breathing in his scent. He froze, then breathed again. This- this wasn’t normal. Sam smelled like… cedar wood, and the pages of a new book. Plus, was that peppermint? For some reason, Gabriel found the smell to be intoxicating. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his nose against Sam’s neck and breathing in deeply, again and again.
Sam stirred. “Mmm, Gabe, what are you-” He stopped, shifting his legs around Gabriel’s. “My leg is better.”
“That’s good,” said Gabriel from Sam’s neck, his voice muffled.
Sam extracted himself from Gabriel, causing him to whine, and turned over to face him. He pulled Gabriel’s head towards him, placing a kiss on top, then took a deep breath. “Oh my god, that smells so good.”
“Right, like wood and peppermint.”
Sam moved back from Gabriel, furrowing his brows. “No, that’s not what I smell. I smell uh, dark chocolate- and orange. There’s something else too that I can’t describe. More like, a feeling, like home.”
Gabriel frowned slightly. “Are you smelling me then?”
“Um, yeah, I think so.”
“And you’re telling me I smell like a Terry's chocolate orange,” he deadpanned, raising an eyebrow.
“Er, yes,” Sam answered sheepishly, then sat up in the bed. His mouth dropped open. “Gabriel, this isn’t my bed. This isn’t my room.”
Gabriel followed him up, observing the room. It looked like a normal master bedroom in a house, with dressers, nightstands, and a window with the blinds down. They were sitting in a large bed with fluffy blue sheets, not the just barely large enough bed Sam had in the bunker. He then looked down at his bare chest. “Sam, you didn’t happen to uh, undress me while I was asleep, did you?”
“What? No, of course not!” Sam replied, noticing that the sweatpants and t-shirt he had worn to sleep were gone as well, and he was left in boxers.
Before they could question more, Sam’s cell phone rang from on top the nightstand. “It’s Cas,” he said to Gabriel before answering the phone and putting it on speaker. “Cas! Where are you? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine Sam, just at home with Dean,” came the slightly confused answer. “I called to see how my brother is doing.”
“I’m here bro, doing just peachy,” Gabriel leaned over to talk.
“Good, well, make sure to stay hydrated during your heat. Hopefully this time you will be blessed with pups.”
“Uhh,” Gabriel didn’t know how to respond to that.
“Good luck you two. Goodbye.”
The phone clicked, signaling that Cas had ended the call. Sam and Gabriel sat in silence, taking in everything that had been said.
Finally, Gabriel spoke up. “Ok, there were so many things wrong with that conversation, but first off, that wasn’t our Cas.”
“No, no. definitely not. And,” Sam hesitated before continuing, “I think I know what’s going on here.”
Gabe started to fan himself. It was getting a bit hot. “Please, enlighten me.”
Sam looked a little embarrassed. “Well, you know the supernatural books that Chuck wrote?”
“Right, well. I uhh, did a little bit of research on the fanbase a while ago. They write these… stories based on the books.”
“I know what fanfiction is,” then Gabriel paused, realizing where Sam was going. “Oh fuck.”
“He’s making us live these scenarios! Remember, he said we could try someone else’s writing? And he said he would borrow your ideas.”
Gabriel was sweating. “So you’re saying he’s doing TV Land but with Supernatural fanfiction? Shit, shit.”
“Yesterday was just a generic, getting hurt taking care of each other thing. So, based on the fic I’ve, researched, right now we’re in a…” Sam looked to the side, almost like he was afraid to go on. Gabriel was impatient waiting for him to continue, but deep down he knew what was coming. “We’re in an alpha beta omega fic.”
Gabriel threw his head back with a groan. “As much as I wanna make fun of you for knowing about that Sam, there’s a more important issue. I realllly don’t want to go into heat right now.”
“Oh?” Sam asked, a bit surprised. Gabriel glared at him. “Well, I don’t know, I thought you might be into it.”
“Sure Sam, maybe when we’re not being controlled and watched by my dad, I would be into some weird as fuck sex.”
“Right, of course,” he replied, nodding. “Anyways, maybe there’s some medicine you can take to stop it. I think I read something like that before.”
They climbed out of bed and got dressed in a hurry. Thankfully the clothes in the dressers were their size. Sam’s scent was starting to get distracting to Gabriel, and it looked like Sam was starting to breathe through his mouth. They tore apart the bathroom and found a bottle of pills labeled scent blockers in the medicine cabinet.
Sam took the bottle and immediately downed two pills.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow at him, reaching for the bottle.
“Sorry, it’s just, you were getting to be a lot,” Sam explained, then he frowned at the bottle. “Why isn’t it working?”
Gabriel chuckled before taking the pills himself. “They block your smell, Sam. Now that I took some it should go away.” He already couldn’t smell Sam, so it shouldn’t take long for him either.
Sam gave him an embarrassed look then took a deep breath. He visibly relaxed. “You’re right, the smell is gone now.”
After that they continued their search with more focus but couldn’t find anything to stop Gabriel’s heat. They ended up in the living room, Gabriel laying down on the couch and Sam in a chair with a laptop open. The TV was on some random cooking show.
“So I did some research,” started Sam.
“Uh huh.”
“I found out we’re in Lawrence, Kansas. Of course,” he said, rolling his eyes. “It looks like I can get something to stop your heat pretty easily over the counter. There’s a drug store ten minutes away.”
“Then go,” groaned Gabriel. He was getting hotter and hotter, and he didn’t want to know what would happen next.
“Yeah, just, hold on,” he went into the kitchen, then Gabriel could hear water running. He came back with a glass of water and a wet towel. “Stay here,” he said, putting the cloth on Gabe’s forehead and the class on the side table. “Drink that if you can, I’ll be back soon.”
The wet cloth was a cool relief against Gabriel’s head. “Yes sir,” he said weakly with a grin. Sam smiled and left the house.
Gabriel took a couple of sips of water and fell back down on the couch. This sucked. This really fucking sucked. He didn’t have his powers, he was going into heat, and Sam had left him alone. Wait, Sam leaving him should not bother him that much. Omega stuff was bullshit. The towel on Gabriel’s forehead grew warm and gross, and he threw it off to the side. He needed Sam.
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Sam’s trip to the store was uneventful, and thankfully he was able to buy the medicine with no problem. For some reason, he felt bad about leaving Gabe alone, and he may have sped a little on the way back. It didn’t really make sense though- Gabriel could take care of himself, he would be fine. Still, Sam was antsy and returned to the house in just over half an hour.
When he stepped through the door, Sam was hit by that same chocolate orange scent. He saw Gabriel sitting on the couch panting and staring at him, his eyes open wide and pupils blown. An urge came over Sam to run to Gabriel and claim him. Sam shook his head, freeing himself from those thoughts. What was happening to him? He started to rip open the medicine packaging. “Christ Gabe, you gotta take this now.”
Gabriel blinked as Sam brought the pills over to him. “Yes, I definitely need that. Right now.” He took the pills from Sam and downed them, followed by the rest of the water. “I don’t feel any different,” he said.
Sam looked at him apologetically. “This isn’t supposed to be taken after the heat starts. It’s gonna take a little time to work.”
Gabriel flopped back onto the couch. “This is hard Sam,” he whined.
Sam picked up the cloth off the ground and grabbed the empty glass. “Believe me, I know,” he said, walking to the kitchen. He refilled the glass and refreshed the towel before returning to Gabriel. The scent coming from him was so enticing…
“Gabriel, if you want to get through this easier,” he started, placing the rag back across Gabriel’s forehead. “We could just, um, have sex?”
“No!” Gabriel exclaimed. Sam was a little shocked at that. “I mean, not that I don’t want to,” he hastily continued. “God, I really want to. Just, not like this.”
“Not like what?” Sam asked.
Gabriel groaned as a wave of something passed through him. “Not like this!” he said, gesturing his at his body and Sam’s. “Not under the influence of whatever weird shit Chuck is putting us through!”
“Ok, Gabriel. I can agree with that,” said Sam. He was somewhat touched that Gabriel felt like that. “How about I move to a different room to make things easier?”
“No. I hate when you leave, want you here.”
Sam rubbed his forehead. That wasn’t going to make things any easier. He couldn’t say no to Gabriel though. “Fine, but I’ll have to distract myself somehow.”
Gabriel just replied by grunting at him.
Sam shook his head and grabbed the laptop before sitting in the chair furthest from the couch. He opened YouTube and tried to ignore the scent and small noises coming from Gabriel.
A couple of hours went by like that. He found that if he concentrated hard enough on the computer it wasn’t that hard to control himself. He had found some information online and brought Gabriel a blanket from the bedroom, which he wrapped himself up in. It seemed to calm him down, which made things easier for Sam. He would still change the cloth on Gabriel’s forehead every once in a while, and refilled his water a couple of times. He made them sandwiches to eat, but Gabriel refused any food. However, it seemed like they would get through this without incident.
Sam was engrossed in the internet, trying to figure out if the supernatural still existed in this world, when Gabriel called out to him.
“Hnn, Sam.”
Sam didn’t hear him as he was focused on a deep web forum about ghost sightings.
“SAM!”
“What?” he called back, only half paying attention.
“I’m wet,” said Gabriel.
Sam slowly turned his head away from the computer. “Excuse me?”
“I’m fucking wet, Sam!” he complained with a groan.
Sam was confused for a second, then he remembered what he had seen online. “You mean…?”
Gabriel nodded, pointing down towards his lower body.
Sam looked away, covering his face with his hands, and started to laugh.
“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Winchester!”
“I’m sorry, its just,” he started, his voice shaky, “I either laugh at the utter ridiculousness of this, or I listen to the part of me that’s finding it really fucking hot.”
Gabriel let out a strangled yelp.
“Look,” Sam said after he got himself under control, pointedly avoiding looking at Gabriel, “Would it help if you uh, took care of it yourself?”
“I thought about it. That won’t help. It won’t work without you.”
Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Oh. That was not the best idea. Gabe’s scent was calling to him, begging him to make him his. He felt something stirring within him, protectiveness, possessiveness. He opened his eyes and shut the laptop, standing up and taking a step towards Gabriel.
“Listen,” his voice was rough and commanding. “If you say one more thing like that, I won't be able to hold myself back anymore, understand? So please, be quiet.”
Gabriel gulped, and nodded. Sam moved back to the chair, shocked at what he had done. Was that the alpha part coming out? He didn’t like it, and resolved to not act like that again. He opened the computer again, hoping that the medicine would kick in soon.
***
Heat. Burning. Longing. Sam. Sam. Sam. Gabriel curled up on himself more, clutching on to the blanket surrounding him. Sam told him to be quiet, so he wouldn’t make a noise. It hurt. He wanted it to go away. And even though the solution to this problem was sitting fifteen feet away from him, he wasn’t going to give in. He would be with Sam on his own terms, not because his father put him in this shitty world.
Chuck. Screw him. He used to have respect for his father- more than a certain brother of his did anyway. But now he understood. Chuck never cared about him, or his siblings, or even the Winchesters. All he cared about were his stupid books and being entertained. Gabriel was done with him.
Oh? Gabriel’s symptoms had subsided while he was lost in thought. Apparently thinking about his dad had helped with that. He now felt like he did before Sam had left to get the medicine. He shifted on the couch, feeling sticky and gross. Ugh. Slowly uncurling himself, he poked his head out from under the blanket.
Sam looked over from his computer. “Gabriel? Are you feeling better? I noticed your scent went down.”
“Um, yeah,” he said, his voice weak. “I think I need a shower, and sleep. A lot of sleeping.” He sat up on the couch throwing the blanket to the side. He tried to stand up but fell right back down on the couch.
“Whoa! Let me help,” Sam said, leaping up from his chair and moving to Gabriel.
“That must have taken a lot out of me,” said Gabriel as Sam pulled him up from the couch. Sam supported him as they walked towards the bathroom. His legs were a bit shaky, but growing steadier with each step.
“Just take it easy,” advised Sam.
They reached the bathroom and Gabriel found he was strong enough to stand on his own. Sam left to get him a new set of clothes, and Gabriel stripped before getting into the shower. The water running over him felt amazing, like the remnants of his heat were being washed away. When he finished, he changed into the clothes Sam had brought, and went into the bedroom. The whole ordeal had left him dead tired.
Sam was waiting for him there. “I’m gonna take a shower and join you with sleeping,” he said. “I can’t manage to do anything else today.”
“Okay,” Gabriel yawned, then he crawled into bed. He couldn’t wait for this day to be over. However, he didn’t fall asleep until a freshly showered Sam joined him under the covers twenty minutes later.
