Sam followed the bellowing to the bathroom. “What problem? Gabriel? What problem?” He tried the knob and frowned, “It helps if I can get in.”
Gabriel swatted at his hand, ducking away from him. “Stop it!” he hissed. “I don’t like being petted.” Or at least he didn’t want to admit that he did. He’d always had a weakness to having his hair petted, and he thought that his new ears would be more sensitive.
"Fine." He huffed. "No petting. No string, lasers, flashlight, catnip or toys. Got it." Sam pouted but didn’t push. "But if you feel like fish just let me know."
Gabriel gave Sam one of his best bitchfaces, completely done with Sam’s teasing. “You wouldn’t be luaghing if you were in my position without any way of getting rid of them.”
Gabriel’s apprehensiveness was suddenly back and squeezed his hand. “Is it comfy? Too many pillows? Sorry, I need a lot of comfort and….squishiness,” he ended lamely. “It’ll be worse once I start molting….sorry in advance, by the way.”
"It’s fine. Just comfy enough." He gave a light laugh. "Really Gabriel, its fine. Don’t worry. Molting?" How? Gabriel was an angel, yes, but how would he molt?
"Yeah, about that," he started slowly, making sure to say things right so Sam doesn’t freak out. "Okay, so this might be a bit of a surprise or maybe a dream com true fro you, but I am going have to manifest my wings and keep them out for about a week during nesting season. This means there’ll be feathers everywhere and you might hit them now. They’re extremely large and sensitive. I’ll give you a quick do and don’t list if you’re not going to freak out, okay?"
Gabriel turned at the comment and was surprised to see a woman holding one of the books he’d been carrying. “Oh, thanks. I would’ve been killed if I didn’t bring this back. Thanks.” He took the book back from her and put it back in the bag with the other things he was bringing for the Winchesters.
"Ah!" He smiled, eyes lighting up with recognition. "Yes, I wondered why I recognized you! This explains that connection I felt earlier. Anastasia Stark, yes, I’ve known you for a while. Nice to finally meet face to face, so to speak. So where were you going, Ana?"
"I was going the get some coffee then head over to the book store. Bit of a worm when it comes to books, to be honest. I love the adventures of them. Of course, this time is a work trip. Researching things that go bump in the night and all that." Ana paused abruptly. "Wait, you’ve known me? So you really did hear when I would said prayers and just talked aimlessly?" She chuckled embarrassed. "Sorry about all that. It must be tiring to hear all of those people talking to you."
"I have heard prayers of countless amounts of people since humans first existed on Earth and it’s part of what I was created for, so I don’t mind it. Sometimes it’s’ nice to see what some people say in prayers. And all of the different styles and languages and everything about it very exciting. Or it was, at least. I’ve been ignoring a lot of prayers recently because everyone is so confused," he admitted. "Things have gotten worse since the Fall and those that knew me before have actually asked about me in their prayers. But I’ve known of you before you were even thought of, so it’s nice to finally introduce myself to you." He smiled. "And I’d love to join you if you don’t mind."
Stealing Things || Sam And Gabe
Gabriel smiled widely as he looked up at her words. “Great!” He hugged her tightly, picking her up and spinning her around. “I can’t wait1” He set her down and kissed her cheek. “I love you, Sam.”
Sam’s blush persisted as she smiled shyly. She acted as if she didn’t hear his last words. “Right… when should I meet up with you?”
"Um…I can have it done in ten minutes? Maybe? I’ll call you when I’m done, okay?" He disappeared to put it all together as quicklky as he could while still making it neat.
"Well, I rarely ever need something from anyone, so chatting is why I’m here. Mainly to figure out what you are, cause you’re clearly not human," he said, looking at her again.
“Uh…” Busted. But how? The only way humans could find out that she’s not the same as them is to see her internally. Which is why she had been skimping out on going to doctors when she got sick. “What? Why do you say that?”
"One, you have two hearts. Two, your mind is much…more complex than a human’s. And three, and possibly most important, You have pertinent information about things that you shouldn’t even have heard of." He eyed her suspiciously. "So, what are you?" He remembered meeting a man - well…alien - who was a lot like her and wondered if she was a Gallifreyan too.
"Sammi…" he said when she started whining. After she didn’t stop, he turned around. "What is it, Sammi?!"
“Hell no! I’d love to get out of here. It’s just so uncharacteristic of you to actually want to leave everything.” He got up, thinking. “So where do you want to go? Out in town or out of the country? I can take us anywhere.”
Sam shrugged, pulling a face. “Why don’t you surprise me? I don’t really know what’s up I just want out… It not me… I know… but I just can’t take sitting here anymore.”
Gabriel smiled and grabbed her hand. “My choice, hm? The view will amaze you. Hang on.” He flew off with her and they found themselves overlooking Mt. Kilimanjaro on a clear day. “Like it?”
Kira smirked as he watched the archangel, humming at the response as he leaned in to run the tip of his nose along Gabriel’s neck before reaching his hand out to stroke the wing and gently grip the joint, nothing tight, just a soft pressure.
"See, your brother Michael had them tear the wings first. Pluck them then rip pieces of flesh of, feed from the wings. Then they’d dislocate, relocate and dislocate the bones several times for fun. One wing they tore the bones apart… Another they fractured. Another they broke bone and skin. And the fourth they shattered. Each wing a new level of torture." Kira purred, releasing the angels wing and stroked it.
"Feels good, doesn’t it? Pure ecstasy. Don’t worry, I wish the pain I suffered unto no one. I’d never bloody such beautiful wings." He purred low and grinned against Gabriel’s ear.
Gabriel whimpered under Kira’s touch, not able to move away from him. He closed his eyes tightly. Once again, he was under the whim of a demon and they were taking advantage of his wings. Hot tears spilled down his cheeks, brought from his screaming conscious at the back of his mind. Memories of his time in torture plagued him until his body was shaking out of his control.
The description of what happened to Dean’s wings had him screwing his eyes shut tighter and letting out a choked sob. He refused to believe Kira’s sweet words, knowing that he’d probably hurt him badly anyway. He had to remind himself that he’d still rather have this over watching Kira torture and hurt Dean.
Dean groaned low at the kiss and bucked his hips at the cheeky touch, but as Gabriel turned to leave he snatched the archangel’s wrist and threw him against the wall.
"Oh hell no, you little shit." he growled and pinned Gabriel down with his body. "What was that for?"
Gabriel moaned, rolling his head back. “Thank you, Dean, finally!” he breathed out. “About damn time!” His wrists strained in the cuffs.
Dean pulled the others boxers and groaning, licking the tip of Gabriel’s cock before taking it into his mouth happily.
Gabriel let out a choked whine, his mouth hanging open wide. He breathed heavily, feeling the cool metal bite into his heated skin again. He’d not had this in a while and he hated the wait.