“Is this really necessary,” Sam asked as he was currently getting pretty much a pat down. “You need to look somewhat presentable Samwich,” Gabriel stated without tearing his eyes from the younger Winchester. Stepping back to admire his work he tilted his head. “Look up,” Sam did so with irritance. Gabriel stepped back onto his step stool before playing with the moose’s majestic mane. “Gabe it’s just a party,” Sam groaned as his hair was fluffed for the third time. “And you forgot who your date it,” Gabe said giving the male a wink. “Yes my fake date for a party we’re only going to for intel while Dean,” Sam started to grumble off. Gabriel presented a rather cocky face while sitting back and taking a swig from his wine glass. “While Dean’s… interrogating Castiel,” Sam shot him a look of disgust. “You can’t just…. Say that like that about your brother dude,” Gabe shrugged. “Why? He’s a grown man, he has needs too,” Sam shook his head. “Okay whatever, can we stop talking about this,” Sam asked running his hand through his hair.
“Aw come on Sam, I just fixed that,” Gabe whined putting the glass down and walking back over to the taller man. “Gabe it’s fine, we need to go, alright,” Sam asked reaching the end of his limit. “In a minute,” he mumbled fixing the black blazer once more. However this time he pushed a little to light. Sam jumped and quickly covered his mouth. Gabe stood back with a smirk playing at his lips. “Oh? What do we have here? Is Sammy ticklish,” the angel teased. “Don’t, we need to go,” Gabe picked up his glass again. “If you say so,” he said indicating to the door. “Your driving,” with that he finished his drink and tossed the cup into the sink. “Let’s go,” he said walking passed the taller male, swatting his butt. Sam jumped and let out a sound of annoyance before following.
The party had gone well, Sam had collected his information and left it over voice mail to Dean. Good thing too as he had let Gabriel talk him into having a bit to drink. A bit turned into enough to make him not drunk but giddy. However the angel had a bit more than the average drunk, though it had no true affect on him, he did enjoy the buzz of being drunk. Letting a bit of the feeling take him over he found himself enjoying the night a lot more than he anticipated. However things may have gotten a little um.… well…. Unprofessional. Sam had opened the door finally after three attempts, Gabriel wrapped around his body. The two were kissing passionately while Sam stumbled into the motel room. Sam felt around for the door before one of Gabriel’s crossed legs kicked the back of it slamming it closed. Landing on the bed with a thunk Gabe retracted his legs and leaned back to break the kiss. He wished he had a camera to record Sam’s reaction. His hair was messy, his clothes were pretty wrinkled and off center, and the pout on his face was adorable. “Why’d you stop,” he asked still hovering above the other.
“Cause fun times over Sammy, time to sober up,” Gabe said patting him lightly on the cheek before rolling over to get off the bed. “Wel… does it have to be,” with his back still to Sam Gabriel smirked. “Well I mean, that’s up to you,” he never knew Sam liked guys. Dean, yes he knew, most people did. But Sam? Nothing he really saw indicated any kind of bi or pan sexuality. “Well you’ve got me this far,” Sam said spreading his arms in a t-like indication pose. “What messy hair? Messed up clothing articles? Not really exciting Sammy,” Gabe smirked. “Oh yeah, cause it wasn’t your plan to get me wasted,” Sam said sitting down on the foot of the bed. “Your not wasted though, you still have a legal amount of alcohol in your system that would let you drive,” he walked over to the bed. “I think you may be playing it up a little,” he put his knee on the bed and gently took Sam’s tie into his hand. Sam had a slight blush on his face. “So what if I am,” he asked looking at Gabe’s lips. Gabriel leaned into his ear. “Than your still not getting anywhere Sammy boy,” he laughed pulling back at the look of frustration and annoyance on the other male’s face.
“Teasing? Really,” Sam asked crossing his arms. “Kissing is as far as I can legally go with you, as you are under the influence. By law if we went any further it wouldn’t be legal anymore,” he gave a wink. Sam groaned. “Well I’m not gonna be able to work tonight, and Dean’s gonna be gone for a while,” he opened his arms again. “So now what,” he asked. Sucking a lollipop he popped out of thin air he gazed over Sam. “Why don’t you get out of your monkey suit and we’ll see,” he mused walking into the bathroom. When he walked back out he caught the younger Winchester pulling a thin gray t-shirt over his head. The thin pants on kind of of matched… well went with the outfit. Gabe had decided it may be humorous to hang around the Winchesters’ longer, so that meant a sleepover. Wearing a basic t-shirt and boxer briefs he sat down on the queen sized bed.
“So,” he said laying back against the pillows with his arms behind his head. “So,” Sam inquiered. “You decide on what to do,” the older angelic brother asked. “Not really,” Sam said sitting on the foot of the bed. An idea popped into the older’s head. “I think I know,” he said snapping his fingers. Sam found himself on his back with the shorter male straddling his waist. “I thought you said this was illegal,” Sam commented. Gabriel secured his balance on the other’s waist before smirking. “No, I said having intercourse while drunk was illegal. This isn’t,” Sam looked at him puzzled. “Then what is this, exactly,” the younger Winchester asked. Gabriel lowered himself to Sam’s ear, “Tickle time.” Sam’s eyes widened, before he could react Gabriel started poking and prodding at his underarms earning high pitched squeals and screams. Sam grabbed his wrists in an attempt to stop him. After a few more tickles Sam managed to stop the older angel…. However Gabriel wasn’t done yet. Sam suddenly felt something soft rub against his neck. Snorting he scrunched his head into his shoulders. The sensation didn’t lessen, rather it spread to behind his ears. “ Hahaha! Stop it,” he giggled shaking his head back and forth as the sensation mirrored on his other side.
”Why are you laughing Sam,” Gabriel asked bringing his head closer to the moose’s face. “Yhouhohor tickling meheheheh,” he tried to hide his face more when the sensation spread under his chin. “How am I tickling you if your holding my hands,” Gabriel smirked. “Dhohohn’t,” Sam practically squealed. It felt like dozens of tiny spiders were crawling across his stomach. “Don’t what? You Winchesters’ are so odd,” Sam actually pulled Gabriel onto him now screaming in laughter as the feeling spread up to his chest. “Ghahahabe sthohohp,” it felt like feathers were swirling around the spider’s movements. “Why would I stop? I just started,” he leaned forward and started blowing raspberries on the taller’s neck. “YHOHOHU ADHAHAHMIT IT,” he practically screamed. Gabriel pulled back slowing his grace’s pace. Shrugging he smirked. “Eh, yeah,” he practically purred leaning back in and blowing raspberries on Sam’s neck. “PLEHEHEASE STHAHAHP,” Sam was starting to break. Huffing Gabriel slowed the pace and pressure leaving the moose of a man in giggles. That sounded a lot better to him. However he wasn’t anticipating Sam’s hands to find his sides and squeeze. Jumping his grace ceased it’s attack.
Sam panted, a look of evil on his face. “Guess I’m not the only ticklish one,” he brought his hands back to Gabriel’s sides earning a few giggles. “Ehehehahaha! Sthhap it Sam,” he swatted at the other’s hands. If he really wanted to he could stop the younger Winchester but at the moment he was enjoying the bonding. “Oh what was that you said? ‘I just started, I’m not gonna stop’,” Gabriel leaned backwards, Sam following. He moved his hands down to vibrate on the older angel’s stomach. “Ahahahaha! Shahahaham, I’m wharning you,” he threatened playfully. Well it didn’t come out playful but to him it was all in good fun. Sam laughed before moving up to his ribs. However due to being intoxicated he couldn’t tell how much pressure he was putting into his action. It kind of hurt. With a snap of his finger’s Sam found himself sitting against the headboard, a smirk still on his face as Gabriel panted. “Well...that was uncalled for,” Sam rolled his eyes. “And so was tickling me,” he added crawling down to the smaller man.
“Hey Sammy I forgo…..oh,” Dean had barged into the room. Didn’t we lock the door? Gabriel thought. “Am I interrupting something,” he asked studying the two. Pajamas, red faces, messy hair, panting, the scent of alcohol in the room. “Uh D-Dean,” Sam sat up a bit. He was clearly embarrassed. “W-What, what are you doing here? I thought you and Cas were,” Gabriel cut him off. “Thought you and my little bro were getting to um…. really get some information out of each other,” he said with a smirk. Dean’s face turned slightly pink before be turned to the table in the room. “Yeah um… forgot my pie,” he said before reaching into a grocery bag and pulling out a large store bought pie. Showing it to the two men on the bed he turned and strode out of the room. “Just…. Be safe,” he told Sam before shutting the door.
Sam;s face grew hotter before he laid back on the bed. “Damn it,” he groaned. Gabriel laughed before crawling up to him. “How about we call it a night Samich,” he asked. “Yeah sure, sounds great,” Sam let out another groan followed by a sigh. “Well, night Sam,” Gabriel placed a kiss on the hunter’s forehead. “U-Um… night,” Sam rolled onto his side and curled up slightly. This was an awkward night he’d never hear the end of.
Request: @snow-leopardfetishist asked:Can I request a gabrielxreader smut fic? Gabriel has a lot on his mind but you know just how to cheer him up. Lots of teasing and maybe surprise him with some sort of candy lingerie? Something fun that gets him to smile and be all flirty? ♡♡
A/N : This was a request that had been filled on the old blog and is being moved over.
You heard the flutter of wings coming from the living room. You smiled softly to yourself. “Gabe…” you called out in a seductive tone. “Can you come here, sweetie?”
You met Gabe a few years back. You had accidentally sent out a breathy prayer after an unsatisfying romp, and Gabe had answered. You had returned to your bedroom to find him standing there at the foot of your bed. He flashed that smile and said “Did someone send for gods gift to women?” before pulling you into the most passionate kiss you had ever had. Now when he was away, you’d pray and pray often in that same breathy and seductive tone, and he’d come running.
You heard a sigh. “Not right now Cupcake.. not really in the mood.” You pouted from your bed, but you had expected as much. He had been worried and stressed ever since the Winchesters started the apocalypse. That’s why, today, you had pulled out the big guns.
“What’s wrong, Gabe?” you asked as you got out of the bed and headed towards him. Your heels softly clicking against the hard wood floors.
“I can’t stay out of it. Not for much longer. I’m going to need to deal with my brother. I’ll probably die, Pumpkin.. But I want to stay here with you, forever.”
“You can’t hide forever, Gabriel.” you voice was soft as you came to the living room. “But, you can live before you die.”
He turned to you and he let out a soft groan. “Oh, you little minx.” he grinned. You smiled, standing there in candy panties and bra, and the highest heels you owned. “How dare you combine candy and sex to pull me out of my misery.”
“Oh, that’s not all, Gabriel.” You bit your lip as you walked around the couch and stopped in front of him, just out of reach. “I baked you a chocolate cake this morning.” His eyebrows shot up. “Lots of icing and sprinkles, just how you like it. And…”
“And?” he grinned licking his lips.
“I also grabbed lots of whipped cream and cherries.” his hand reached out for you, but you stayed out of his reach making him groan and adjust himself. “After you eat these off of me, you get to eat everything else off of me.” you smiled.
“Even the cake?” You nodded. He reached out for you again, “Stop teasing me, and get over here.” When he reached out a third time, he leaned forward, his finger tips brushing your hips. “Don’t make me use my grace.” he warned. Your smile grew. “Oh you dirty, dirty little girl.”
You felt a sting on your ass, as if you had been slapped hard. Then you felt a light push, making you step closer to Gabe. He smirked at you, his arms spread on the back of the couch as he made you come closer to him, until you stood at his feet. His whiskey colored eyes stared into yours as he slowly moved, his hands coming to your waist as he leaned forward. His lips brushed your skin as he bit down on a piece of candy on the panty waist band. His eyes met yours again as he pulled you to straddle his lap.
“You look real excited Sweetcheeks.” he leaned down and licked at the candy over your left breast. “How excited are you…?” he mused to himself, a hand leaving your waist. His finger slipped past the candy panties to rub your folds. He let out a soft groan against your chest. “You’re soaked, Sugar.” he gave your clit a flick before pulling out his finger and putting it in his mouth. “And sweet as always. I can’t wait to find out that how candy will taste coated in your juices.”
His mouth moved to the candy over your right breast, and he bit down on a candy and you felt his teeth graze your areola. “One row down, Gabe. Maybe two candies to the left.”
He grinned and bit down where you told him. He took a couple candies this time, and smiled when his teeth grazed nipple. As he pulled away, he saw it poking out. “Perfect.” He swallowed the candy in his mouth and turned to do the same to the left side.
Once both nipples were free, he smiled, pleased with his work before leaning his head forward again to flick the nipple with his tongue. When he moved to the other, you whimpered and rolled your hips against him.
Grinding down on his jean clad erection, just made the candy rub against your aching clit, which made it worse. You whimpered and moaned, and he grabbed your hips tight, holding you in place. “No, Sugar. No release for you until all this candy is eaten.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding.” you groaned.
“Nope.” he leaned down and bit off another piece of candy. “You wanted to tease me, now I’m teasing you. No friction.”
“Fuck, Gabriel… come on…” You tried to roll your hips, bounce, anything. But he held you down, and slapped your ass. You whimpered and he went back to work, going from breast to breast eating bites of candy.
After a couple of bites, he told you to get up and turn around. You stood between his legs, and he slowly ate the candy off the back of the panties. When he caught you rubbing your thighs together, he slapped your ass, and moved your thighs apart. “Don’t make me hold them apart.” he growled. “No friction. You’ve been warned.”
You whimpered, a hand going to his forearm and digging your nails in. His grip on your thigh tightened. “Please, Gabe…”
“Not even close to done yet, sugar.” He bit into your ass making you yelp.
Once he was done, he grabbed your hips and made you sit on his lap again, your back to him, “Knees over mine, Sweetcheeks.” You hooked your legs over his, so your thighs would be held apart. He smiled as his lips touched your back and started eating the back straps to the candy bra.
“Come on, Gabe.” you moaned. “I know for a fact you can eat candy faster then that.”
“Oh, I can.” he chuckled taking another bite. “But I won’t. I’m enjoying this. ”
When he saw a hand move to your thigh, he grabbed both of your hands in his, lacing his fingers with yours. You moaned and squeezed his hands as he continued to bite off pieces of candy from your shoulders. “Almost done the back here Sweetheart.” he groaned. You bit your lip as you tried waiting patiently for him to finish. "Get up.“
You smiled and unhooked your legs, and stood in front of him. He pulled you in for a kiss, and all you could taste was pure sugar. You chuckled. "I’m going to go into sugar shock just kissing you one of these days, Gabe.”
He grinned up at you, before pushing you a step back away from him. You looked confused, until he slid down off the couch to his knees. He licked the candy panties, making the little candies roll and you whimpered. “Oh no.. that’s torture Gabe… please don’t do that.” His grin widened and he did it again. You tried to push your hips closer, but his hands held you in place. You felt a sting on your nipple. “Okay, I’m sorry!” you whined.
His tongue slipped between two rows of candy and found your clit. He gave it a few licks before pulling away and licking his lips. You hoped he’d do it again, but instead he started eating around the front band.
“Seriously?” you whined.
He grinned up at you. “Desert plates don’t complain.” You groaned and rolled your eyes as he kept eating, his hot breath fanning over your skin. Once the waist band was done, he started working his way down, row by row. One hand was resting on his shoulder, the other on his head, your fingers running through his hair. The closer he got to where you wanted him, the tighter you’d grip.
“Hot damn, sweet cheeks, they should coat candy in you.” he moaned as he finally got to candy soaked in your juices. Feeling his breath, tongue and teeth on your folds made your thighs quake.
“Please, Gabriel… I can’t take much more.” he was taking his sweet ass time, savoring these candies, and you still had the front of your bra to go. He smiled as his tongue moved around a piece of candy just to the left of your clit. “You’re going to make me cum just from anticipation, Gabe.”
He moaned, his top lip against your skin, his bottom on candy, and tongue ready to dart out for the next piece of candy. “Cum, sugar. Cum all over that candy for me.” When you felt his tongue hit your clit, you gripped his hair and held him there as you shook against him. He bit the piece of candy, his teeth nipping at your hood, and you felt a jolt as you cried out.
He ate the rest of the candy much quicker after that, and smiled pulling off the now bare elastics. “Gabe..” you whimpered as you stepped out and he tossed it aside. “You know you want to eat candy while you fuck me…” You tried to hide how bad you wanted to beg him.
He groaned. “I do want that…”
“So… Let me ride you, while you eat the rest.” you grinned.
He stared up at you, and you thought he would say no, and torture you some more. He got up and sat back on the couch again, his hands working to undo his belt and pants. His eyes never left yours as he lift his hips, and slid them and his boxers down his thighs. His kicked off his shoes, and you smiled and bent over to grab his pants, pulling them off the rest of the way, and tossing them aside.
He wiggled his eyebrows, and his finger at you, telling you to come. You sighed with relief as you straddled his lap and sank down on him. He grabbed a candy bra strap, and started eating those as you rolled your hips on him. His other arm wrapped around your waist holding you close. He groaned softly “Sex and candy. Best idea ever, sugar.”
“Mm hmm..” you moaned softly, one of your hands resting on the back of his neck. When he moved to the other strap, you quickened your pace.
“You in a rush, Pumpkin?” He chuckled biting off more candy.
“I’m desperate, Gabe. You’ve been going at a torturous pace.”
“Just remember, no release until it’s all eaten.”
You stopped and stared down at him as he moved over the top of your breast. “But- I mean.. Y-you just..”
“I let you cum, so my candy would be tastier.” He told you, way too calmly. “You’re not cumming on this candy, are you? Keep riding sweet cheeks. I’ll be done soon enough.” His mouth opened, taking all the candy around your right nipple into his mouth. He pulled away, hooking his teeth into the candy, but letting your nipple fall out before he bit down and chewed the candy.
You groaned and his hips started to move under you. “Please hurry, Gabe.” you moaned. Your hips rising and falling to meet his. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
His mouth moved over your breasts. His tongue coming out to lick your skin, right before he’d bite down into the candy. You’d whimper and moan, but he refused to eat faster. It was agonizing.
You started to ride harder when he finished one side and moved to the other. “That’s it, Sugar.” he moaned chewing on a mouth full of candy. “Almost there, Sweetheart.” You felt his grace hit your clit as his fingers dug into your waist. “Almost done.”
His hands moved up, puling the almost empty candy bra up and over your head. He put it in his mouth, chewing until all the candy was broke and pulled out the elastic tossing it aside. “Please, Gabe.” you begged.
“Cum for me.” He whispered, pulling you in for a kiss. All you could taste was candy and a faint trace of you. You whimpered giving it everything you had left and cried out against his lips when you felt him start to tense with you. His arms held you close against him as you clenched and shook, wave and wave of ecstasy washing over you. His fingers digging into your back and hips as you felt him swell and coat your walls.
You broke the kiss, panting. His eyes sparkled as they met yours. “What do you want next sweetheart… whipped cream bikini, or chocolate cake wrestling.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
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Summary: Endless fights and constantly toying with death, your brothers had finally wedged a gap the size of Kansas between themselves and you, causing you to flee out of frustration. In your search for peace you bump into a familiar soul, learning some unspoken truths in an attempt to mend the sibling bond.
Author’s Notes: I’ve been AWOL all week writing this in my spare time, I really hope you guys enjoy it, I’ve been having a crappy week and my only escape is writing. Getting to everyone’s requests too! If I forgot to tag you lemme know ~ <3
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You couldn't take it any longer, Sam and Dean were literally at each other's throats once again, their metaphorical claws drawn and ready for blood. They had given death the middle finger so many times but Dean had given up on Sam’s lack of trying, his enthusiasm had died and that was a fate worse than death, the middle Winchester was so flippant about not seeking his brother out while he was gone, again. Neither of them gave any consideration as to your feelings on the matter... When Dean disappeared you searched day and night, you barely slept; you never ate. You looked like a hollowed out version of your former self while Sam continued to go about life in his own way, nonchalant and continuing to exist while your elder brother was in a fresh hell.
This time you flipped a volcanic switch, you blew up at both of them for their inconsiderate behaviour. Every fibre of your being hurt, you were worn down and dying inside, their arguments continued to snuff out your usual exuberant light.
“I've fucking had it with you two!” Their faces snapped from their current head butting match. “You two are the worst. Neither of you care how I felt, how I feel! Dean I looked everywhere for you, I tried so much shit that I'm not proud of to bring you back and you're mad at Sammy for giving up? Heck I’m mad as hell at him but what's the point in carrying on like this? We have no fucking family left and you insist on tearing a rip in all we have? Well screw this. I'm out of here. Don't look for me, forgive each other. I can't take this any longer!”
You grabbed your coat, stuffed some clothes into your bag and ran, leaving the two to continue their bickering. The hurting was literally eating you up inside. They were supposed to support each other, but all they ever did was fight along every step of the way. You were the youngest sibling but you were constantly caught in the middle of their shit-show.
You found the nearest dive and drank yourself into oblivion, the next morning waking up in some cheap motel room, a raging headache and no recollection of the night. For once you weren’t accompanied by a stranger. This time you were utterly alone to stew in your misery.
The next few nights followed the same grim routine, drinking and trying to ignore everything. You had thrown your phone out of the car window in a fit of rage leaving it to smash into a thousand pieces in the middle of the road so you didn't need to worry about checking it every five minutes to see if they had actually come to their senses, no this time you were officially done.
You downed a shot of what the bar was calling ‘Raspberry Nipple’, much to your delight the fruity palette went down a treat, chasing away the burning sensation of whiskey.
“Woah, slow down there sugar,” that voice… You knew it from somewhere… The pet-name, the delicious edges, the confidence exuding with vibrancy and life. Slowly you turned your head, your eyes snapping wide at the sight before you. A wide grin, deep amber eyes laced with so much mischief. The way his expression glinted at you, you swallowed the lump in your throat.
“Gabriel… Aren’t you supposed to be-”
“Dead? Well, surprise!” He threw his hands in the air to feign a mock sense of animation to add to his facade of humour. You didn’t realise you were grinning wickedly at him, but he took your smile as an invitation, sitting down next to you and ordering the most expensive champagne the bartender could muster.
“So what’s cooking good lookin’, where are dumb and dumber this fine evening?” Something told you he already knew the answer, but you addressed him regardless. What you really wanted to know was how on earth the Archangel was sitting beside you after his throwdown with Lucifer so many moons ago.
“Well, they won’t stop bickering and I’ve had enough of listening to it, I split.” Sadness flashed with an unspoken understanding washed across his glorious features. You had always had a soft spot for Gabriel, there was a mutual bond between the two of you.
“Ah…” Is all he responded with before taking a sip from his glass. A comfortable silence nestled between you both before you decided to mention the elephant in the room.
“So… How did you escape Lucifer?” There was no sense beating around the bush. You were curious why he had chosen now, chosen you to reveal himself to.
“Well sweetcakes, the thing about being a Trickster is I know a thing or two about making a scene and escaping one.” You gave him a deadpan stare, he wiggled his eyebrows at you. “I can conjure multiple decoys.” He tapped the end of his nose, the twinkle in his eye made your stomach ache. He had been gone for so long, you silently wondered how long you would keep running from your brothers and their apocalyptic sparking rage. Possibly an eternity at the rate they were accelerating.
The two of you sat for what seemed like hours, sympathising with each other, cracking jokes at the expense of Sam and Dean and the Archangels. There was no denying the bond that seemed to have grown even stronger in such a short period of time. You were able to open up completely and you hoped the former trickster had been able to do the same.
“I never got to thank you…” the mood took a sombre turn when the laughter had died. “You saved me and my brothers that night in the hotel. You gave us the keys to putting Lucifer back in the cage at the cost of your own life… Well,” you eyed him with amusement.
“And your brothers screwed that up, again…” He rolled his eyes but smiled at you in return. He knew as well as anyone the cost of family and the mayhem it left in its wake, especially with biblical ties, and you and your brothers seemed to mirror the acts of angelic history.
“I guess that's why you came back?” You looked at the archangel with hopeful eyes, his amber eyes un-creasing from the corners, a smile to a sad frown.
“I told myself I was done, last time I nearly died and yet here I am, showing my presence to you, I don't know why I'm here…” another silence fell over you both. The jukebox in the background clicked, a patron had decided to take advantage of the lack of atmosphere and breathe life into the noiseless bar. Heat of the moment by Asia belted through the room. You rolled your eyes, groaning with a fond smile, your memory taking you back to when you and Sam were trapped in an intimate loop, repeatedly watching Dean die in humorous ways.
“Really?!” You scoffed as you looked at the angel beside you who was grinning ear to ear.
“For once I didn't do that.” He offered, his eyebrows bouncing up and down.
“I hate this song.” You retorted, “can we blow this joint?”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Surprise me…” You licked your bottom lip absentmindedly, Gabe’s eyes fell on your mouth, watching as your teeth pulled at the soft skin. You could feel the intensity of this encounter heat up at the chemical tension between the both of you, there was no denying it was always an electrifying experience when the two of you were in the same room, he shamelessly flirted with you in front of your brothers but you always shrugged it off. He always watched you with such a piercing gaze, you were sure you did the same with less angelic ferocity.
A click of his fingers and both of you dissipated into darkness, descending to another location. Your eyes fell on the scenery around you, surprising to say the least and oh so familiar.
Your brothers stood before you both with worried glances clutching to their phones, their demeanour completely on edge.
“You asshole,” you breathed, looking around to see Gabriel smiling sadly at you.
“Take it from me sweet cheeks, you three are better together.”
You quickly rounded on him, squaring up with a roll of your shoulders.
“And here you are still running from everything! I had to do this Gabriel. You of all beings in creation should understand!”
He sighed heavily. You looked back at the bunker, but nothing was moving the way it should, Sam and Dean hadn't even acknowledged your presence.
“Wait…” You looked backwards at the trickster angel. He gave you a giddy grin.
“We're here but not really here. We can see them and they can't see us. I know you don't want to go back, believe me I do understand. But you guys are stronger together, something my brothers and I couldn't ever accomplish. Just say the word and I’ll-” you cut him off with a wave of your hand.
“I need a little longer.” You have him a pained expression, he acknowledged your request with a nod.
“A minute turns into a century, and before you know it you never stop running.” You weren't sure why this bothered him so much; the way he responded to you, he always seemed to want to guide you, he sympathised on a cosmic level. Gabriel understood you deeply, it was in that moment you saw a whole new side to him. One that ran deeper than common traits. Dean was Michael’s true vessel, Sam belonged to Lucifer, but your angel… he stood before you with caring amber eyes and his heart on his sleeve. You were his true vessel. His soul was bound to yours in a way that couldn't be put to simple terms.
“You realise it now?” Almost like he had read your mind an eyebrow arched inquisitively. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat and nodded.
“Only took me several years, but yeah I think I get it.” You approached him, slowly and carefully. After all he was one of the of powerful beings in creation, he could end you where you stood or alter your reality, your whole being entirely. But you threw caution to the wind.
“Phew, thank Dad for that, hey I’m not asking if I can you know… abuse your soul. I have no need for a new vessel, this one suits me just fine.” He tilted his head at your unusual approach. You reached out to him with trembling fingers, you hesitated barely centimetres from him but clarity mixed with confidence gave you enough of a push, you placed the flat of your palm against his chest. You looked up at him through your lashes, your face an open canvas of raw emotion. You expected him to step back from you, to force himself away but he was rooted to the spot. A warm hand brushed against your cheek as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“I always knew why I had a sweet spot for you…” He gave you a small grin, the bend of his fingers brushing back against your jaw as he tilted your head up to him. Your heart began hammering in your chest, skipping beats entirely with the sheer force of how it pined for this… pined for him. He took your proximity and how you leaned into his touch as an open invitation. Soft lips brushed against your own, a gentle caress sent sparks of electricity flowing through you, you knew he felt it too because the gentle caress became more passionate, more fierce and ultimately divine. His tongue entered your mouth where you didn't put up much of a fight. Your body crushed against his as he pulled your hips closer to his soaring heat, you welcomed the contact, encircling your arms around his neck. Your soul felt like white hot fire, there was no denying this sort of connection.
He clicked his fingers, privacy invaded your senses, you knew what Gabriel was hinting so you responded by rolling your hips against his. He let out a soft groan, grabbing your ass and beckoning you to him, his arousal evident under the strain of fabric between you both. His mouth left yours for a brief moment, he pulled back to stare into your eyes, so much hope and wanting displayed in those captivating amber eyes.
“I wish I'd done this sooner…” he eyed you wearily for a moment. “Are you sure you want this? Want me?” His eyebrow arched at you briefly. You knew he wasn't just asking for an intimate fling, he wanted this emotional bond between you, the unspoken glances, the flirtatious quips, the way he always stood next to you when he was in the room with you and your brothers, it might have been a long time since you both crossed paths but you never forgot.
“Gabe I've always known there was a connection between us beyond our tragic love of family and smutty sense of humour.” Your face softened. “I want this, I want you, it was always you.” The way his face changed made your chest physically ache. His hand cupped your cheek, you leaned into his touch as his mouth descended on yours once again, he trailed soft pecks along your face, down your throat to the hollow sweet spot on your neck. You let out a whimpering hiss as pleasure flooded through you. Your hand entangled into his thick locks of hair as you moaned, your breath growing short a ragged with each pass from your lungs.
Gabriel pushed you back onto a soft mattress, his body now flush against your own, sending your brain into a frenzy. His name whispered from your lips as cool air hit your body. Your clothes were gone in a flash along with his. The feel of his skin against yours felt so heavenly. He didn't waste any time before he had lined himself up with your dripping entrance.
His golden orbs buried themselves into yours, watching you for any sign of restraint.
“I want this,” you reassured before you could beg him he had sheathed himself deep inside of you, moving at a dangerously slow pace eliciting sweet noises from you as you adjusted to accommodate him. The way his hips began to grind against you, he hit every sweet spot with such precision you were beginning to unfold too quickly, you had wanted this longer than you dared admit that the sensation was too much. Gabriel knew you were close by the way your walls closed around him, getting tighter and tighter, you expected him to thrust faster, instead he slid his cock from you, flipping you onto your front, delving into you from a new angle. He was gentle at first, the way he pumped your folds had you seeing white spots, but his lust soon clouded over, he was now pounding into you with a ferocious speed, his hand encircled your front, working your clit into a painfully delicious overload of bliss. Your teeth clenched as he rammed into you over and over. Your screams were becoming erratic, until your lungs just couldn't give anymore, your breathing was laboured and heavy as he continued his divine ministrations.
“Not yet,” he growled in your ear, taking your lobe between his teeth and grazing the skin softly earning a soft mewl of a whimper, you were on your back again in a flash, Gabe’s hands firmly holding your thigh above your hip as he worked you again. His lips found yours in a sweet and passionate embrace, his tongue dancing in circles with your own. That familiar sensation returned once again, now more intense than before, the need for an end almost too much to bear.
“Come for me sugar,” he groaned softly.
You swore you had a flash of heaven before your eyes as stars burst in the back of your mind, orgasm after orgasm ripped over you like a tidal wave engulfing everything. The way your slick folds contracted around the archangel sent him over the same cliff, his movements ceased as he revealed in the glory of his own release.
He flopped down unceremoniously next to you, you never imagined the once sleazy angel to be such a passionate lover, but here he was, exposed to you, giving himself up to you in a way you had never imagined.
You melted under his gaze, his hand clasped around yours delicately.
“I promise I will stop running in a few days.” He gave you a soft huff of disapproval but snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you close.
“I'll just have to keep you entertained until then,” he mused, his lips finding yours.
The days passed in a long blur of hot passionate sex, talking, endless supplies of candy and junk food. Why Gabriel chose to snack on such things was beyond you, especially when Castiel insisted food tasted like ash to angels, but this part of him made him feel almost human to you. Basking in his company a few days extended into a week, and into a month. For once Gabriel lost all sense of time when he was with you, he'd treat you to long walks on the beach in the evening followed by a pitstop in a random corner of the world. You hadn't felt genuine happiness such as what he had given you for an eternity, but that worry for your brothers crept back in constantly, he could see it in your face but he never mentioned it. One evening he clicked out to check in them at your request, by the time he had returned you had your bags packed. His eyes roamed your figure as you had returned to your usual hunting attire, your hair pinned back loosely. Gabriel embraced you with a grin.
“Glad you've come to your senses, it's time for us to stop running sweetheart.” You searched those intense whiskey eyes to find nothing but acceptance and compassion, despite his temper and tricks, he really was a gentle and loving angel, one you had completely fallen for, hopelessly and irrevocably, your heart belonged to him like nobody else could imagine. “Ready?” You nodded, your hands falling to his chest as the world dropped away to be replaced by the bunker.
“I told you Dean she doesn't want to be fou-” Sam stood over Dean. His shoulders were hunched with worry, Dean looked like he hadn't slept in forever, dark circles enslaved his usually vibrant eyes, his stubble growing impossibly long, Sam’s hair was even more shaggy than usual, he too looked like a vision of hell. Their attention turned to you. Dean rubbed his eyes before jumping out of his seat, knocking the chair over. You expected him to shout, to scream, to scold you for being so reckless and making them worry. You motioned closer, readying yourself to fight your corner as your feet drifted from the angel beside you to meet your eldest brother square on.
Instead you were pulled into a bone crushing hug. Dean’s arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders. A second pair of arms wrapped around you both as Sam threw himself into a hug. The three of you embraced for a long while before they allowed you to breathe. They hadn't even acknowledged a certain archangel, their attention was solely focused on you.
“A thank you would be nice. You know, I saved your asses way back when and delivered your sister to you safe and sound.” As always the sass in Gabriel shone through. Sam’s head shot up, his jaw clenching tight.
“Gabriel…” Sam said with a hint of horror and disbelief, you craned your neck to glance at Gabe, your feet pulling you backwards to stand next to the trickster.
“Oh please, just call me Gabe,” he threw his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. “Or bro… whichever is cool with me,” Your brothers looked at the proximity between the two of you, the change in atmosphere, the way your face became a bashful wash of smiles and embarrassment.
“Come again?” Dean’s head snapped to the side, his eyes squinted at the archangel.
“That's what Y/N-” you kicked him in the shin before he could continue that sentence, an ‘ouch’ escaped his lips.
“Er, surprise?” Your voice was an octave higher than usual as you stared at Sam and Dean, hoping in all creation that they wouldn't dowse the celestial being in holy oil and set him on fire.
“Oh heavens no!” Dean shot at you both violently shaking his head, but before he could even insist that he disagreed with your relationship you rounded on him.
“Not. Another. Word.” You chose your tone and pace carefully, a dangerous edge laced in venom. “We owe Gabriel far more than we ever gave him credit for, he gave us a way to cage Lucifer, he well - supposedly - sort of - sacrificed himself for us and he brought me back here, if he hadn't of found me I would have kept on running from you both. So before you condemn your relationship with me entirely I suggest you suck it up.” Your brothers were speechless.
“Well… she's brought worse guys home.” Dean jested. Sam gave his brother an incredulous look of irritation, before glaring at you both.
“You pull any crap and we send your ass on an express train to permanent death, you hurt my sister in any way and there won't be a place in the whole universe you could hide. I will find you.” Sam’s brows were knitted together, his body looked stiff but regimented as though he was readying himself for a disagreement.
“Wouldn't dream of it boys, I love your sister.” His featured conveyed a genuine smile. His hand found your own and gave a gentle squeeze, your heart lurched into a painful twist at his words. Despite impending doom and another Armageddon you felt at peace, that moment right there was as perfect as it could have ever been, surrounded by the two men and an archangel you would sacrifice anything for…
A flap of wings echoed through the war room, alerting you all that you had company. A familiar beige coat could be seen in the corner of your peripheral vision.
“Dean I think I found-” Castiel regarded you, his blue eyes growing wider as his line of sight fell upon Gabriel.
“Y/N...” He finished, “Brother,” he greeted. “Is it you this time?” His deep voice sounded full of suspicion, you didn’t want to ask.
“In the flesh,” Gabriel replied. “No Illusions.” Castiel smiled widely truly joyous at his brothers return.
“It’s good to see you, I’d heard rumours that you were in Verona with Y/N, but I couldn’t believe it.” Cas lightly embraced Gabriel, patting him on the shoulder.
“Verona?” Dean shot into the conversation. “You’ve been in Verona this whole time shacking up with the trickster?”
“Ouch, still here Dean-o,” Gabe placed a hand over his heart, pretending to feel wounded.
“Well not the entire time, we kind of went on a world tour,” You added.
“Lots of sights and lots of-” He raised his hands to feign a childish imitation of what adults do in their spare time before you batted his hands down.
“I really don’t think my brothers need to hear this,” you groaned.
“We’ve seen enough thanks to your sleazy tape, thanks.” Dean grunted, he looked as though he wanted to vomit, you didn’t want to imagine what was going through his mind at that point. Having Gabriel around was going to certainly liven things up in the bunker.
“Well, shall we celebrate this family reunion?” Gabriel snapped his fingers together, summoning all sorts of variants of cake, pie and beer. Dean looked from present company to the table, his eyebrows now glued up in surprise to his forehead.
“You know, I could get used to having you around…” He admitted, licking his lips and sauntering off to stuff his face full of delicious delights.
“That’s one way to win them over,” Castiel jested at Gabe in a low tone, watching Dean with an overly fond smile. Even Sam had wandered over to inspect the food. You laughed as your eldest brother shovelled a whole slice of pecan pie into his mouth.
“Well it looks like you’ve gained their approval,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around Gabriel’s waist. Suddenly the world melted away again, forgetting everything around you existed as he stared lovingly at you.
“Hey!” Dean shouted at you, “Get a room, none of that rom-com crap in here,” he said through a mouthful stuffed full of dessert.
“Spoil sport,” Gabriel fired back before smirking at you. “You heard him...” With a snap of his fingers you were transported from the bunker; the room was lined with candles, a heart shaped bed sat in the middle adorned with rose petals. You let out a soft laugh at such a cheesy gesture, Gabriel was certainly many things, including classy.
“You know you love it,” he recalled fondly.
“Yes, and I love you.” You spoke with a bemused glint at the way his face lit up. You knew you were in for one heaven on a night.
