in my head pre-s9 sastiel is romantically unrequited on sam's end but sam and cas are in a sexual relationship and sam is very aware it's because cas is crushing on dean and sam is kind of like a perpetual rebound. anyway. this is connected to samdreel namely when gadreel possesses sam in s9 and later starts getting protective over sam and his body, his adamance to keep other angels away from sam stops being wholly related to his fear about being Found Out and more about his jealousy relating to other angels that have been inside sam. like metaphysically and metaphorically, sam has a perfect piece carved out for lucifer but cas has made it more flexible and now gadreel is trying to mold it for himself. part of his reasoning for this weird almost metaphysical rape is that 'cas doesn't like sam anyway and i'm doing him a favour' and within sam's own psyche it presents itself as him slowly falling out of love with cas without any real reasoning
All right, got something in the works that probably won’t be ready for a while yet but want to gauge interest: if I say Sam/Gadreel fic that is basically a re-write of episodes 09x01-09x06ish and is meant to fix all of the glaringly obvious consent issues in that whole dynamic by having Sam be fully aware of and agree to having an angel possess him and then bonding with said angel over shared trauma and the two of them generally being soft with each other and catching feelings while sharing a vessel, would anyone like a tag once it’s ready?
Demon!Gadreel and Sam with fear kink or choking. My favorite color is brown.
A/N: HOW BOUT BOTH? Also brown is a solid color, dearest! Enjoy (God why can’t I write short drabbles today what is life)
Gadreel hums, darting his tongue over his lip as he watches Sam jerk himself off. He doesn’t understand why fear is so...inticing to the hunter, but it’s always interesting to see how undone it makes Sam. Gadreel tilts his head, twirling his angel blade in hand. Sam, with hooded eyes and a flushed face, keeps his eyes locked on the other man, precome dribbling from the tip of his cock.
“Spread your legs,” Gadreel says, rubbing his growing bulge. Sam scoffs, twitching a smile.
“Fuck you.”
“Mm, fuck me?” he says, eyes flickering black and smile widening. “Either you do as I say, or...” He lets his voice trail away, wagging the blade. “Things get rough,” Gadreel adds, his voice deep and booming. Sam’s eyes darken with lust, but he quickly replaces the look with a defiant gaze.
“Yeah, right,” he growls, sucking in a breath when the force of Gadreel’s grace pries his legs apart.
“Look at that view,” Gadreel hums, dragging his zipper down with a whistle. As always, Sam has a pink plug slicked with lube in his hole. Standing from his seat, Gadreel tosses the blade, climbing onto the bed and hovering over Sam. “Now, I’m a man of my word.” He grips Sam’s jaw, raising his eyebrows. “I hope you like it rough.”
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Sam buries his head in the pillow, moans forcing out of him as the demon fucks into him mercilessly. With a growl, Gadreel snatches Sam up by the hair, wrapping his hand around the hunter’s neck. He quickens his pace, snapping into Sam with thundering force, his free hand stroking Sam’s cock.
“Is this tight little hole mine?” Gadreel asks, leaving a harsh bite on Sam’s neck.
“G-Gadreel --” Sam’s eyes roll back as his edge approaches, incoherent words escaping him.
“What’s that?” he whispers, pausing his thrusts. Gadreel rolls his hips, squeezing Sam’s throat tighter.
“Yeah -- fuck,” Sam breathes, crying out as the demon resumes his thrusts. Immediately, Sam’s orgasm takes over, strips of come coating the blanket, and his hole clenching around Gadreel’s thick shaft. “Oh my god,” he moans, mouth agape as waves of pleasure wash over him.
“So fucking good.” Gadreel’s hips stutter as finally, his edge approaches. He buries his cock deep in the hunter’s ass, gripping Sam’s throat tighter and riding his release.
“Gad,” Sam wheezes, tapping Gadreel’s hand. Quickly, the demon releases him, making Sam fall to the bed with heaving breaths. “Fuck,” he says, chuckling. Gadreel collapses next to him, whistling as he observes Sam’s neck.
“You mark up like a ripe peach, Samuel,” he says, smacking Sam’s ass.
“When you almost choke me to death, it’s uh, kinda easy,” he retorts, clenching his jaw as the demon pulls him closer.
“You’re the best lay I’ve ever had, why would I kill you?” Gadreel cooes, pressing a kiss against Sam’s forehead.
Summary: The world is black and white. Shades of gray, everyday, all the time, until you meet your soulmate. So who wouldn't long to find the soulmate fated for them, and see the world burst into beautiful, joyous color? But things are seldom as simple as they seem. The lore isn't always right, and fate isn't always kind. Sometimes finding your soulmate is only step one.
