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theinsaneeraserTitle: Supernatural Season Six Episode Six: When Life Gives you Choices, Scream to the WindAuthor: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing/character: Mentions of past Dean/Lisa, Dean/Castiel, Bobby/Crowley, Sam/Gabriel.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,956
Warnings: None.
Summary: Dean makes his choice, Sam asks Gabriel an important question and Crowley decides everyone – save for Bobby – he knows are morons.
~*~*~*~
Then…
Cas heard the music pick up, and the words left his throat before he could advise them of a different course.
It felt, nice to say the words, right, like his heart wanted to say them, to scream them at Dean, to make him understand. Still, it wasn’t the place or the time for him to be singing. Still, there was some gospel music that was playing, not louder then the other music, the one that fit to what he was singing, and it felt nice, calmed him a bit.
“Meg…You’re causing this…”
“No Dean, I’m not causing this, not at all.” She chuckled, hands in her pockets. “No, the one who’s causing this it a tab bit more powerful then me and he’s…angry. He doesn’t like you Winchesters, or your angels. No, he’s going to destroy you…and there’s nothing you can do about it. So, have fun while you can, because it’s over for you.” And then she was gone, leaving Dean feeling awkward and a little wary.
There was a new baddie, a powerful baddie. Just like old times.
Crowley walked towards Bobby who was reading a book and sat down on the arm of the chair. He figured it would affect them too, because from what his friend had said, no demons here had been immune. Still, it had been weird hearing Gabriel starting to sing, but he did have a lovely voice.
“No, Dean you are being difficult.” He sounded frustrated and he had no reason to be frustrated, Dean didn’t leave him, Dean waited, waited a whole week for him to show up again before going to Lisa’s, Cas had no right. “I did not wish to leave.”
“Then why did you?” Dean snapped and he didn’t care if he hurt Cas’ feelings, he was pissed, angry and hurt and these feelings he had repressed, it was all just too much.
“Because, Heaven needed me.” Dean was going to counter that but Cas didn’t give him time. “I understand that Heaven was wrong Dean, that’s why I went back. I went to fix it, so that it wouldn’t happen again. I went back so Heaven could see what you showed me.”
“This isn’t just a one time thing is it?”
“No Sammy, no it’s not.” He looked down at Sam who was smiling before he kissed him, Sam curled against him as he watched his human slip off to sleep.
His Sammy.
“Listen Dean abou-“
“I don’t care that you’re screwing Gabriel.” He smirked when Sam went bright red. “He just has to earn my respect and trust and if either of you do it in my back of my baby I’m killing you. Got it?”
Sam chuckled and nodded, still bright red.
“You know, all were missing is the big cheesy group number finish!” Gabriel grinned and everyone turned to glare at him…and then the music started. “Hey, I was only joking…”
Now…
The Impala pulled snugly into the driveway as Dean pulled up to Lisa’s. He stared at his grip on the steering wheel before nodded and opening the door, seeing Lisa in the doorway. He was nervous, he really was. There was Cas, Cas who had given him a hurt look when he had left, gotten into his Impala and drove away; he was pretty sure everyone had taken their turns to glare at him. He was pretty sure Gabriel was ready to smite him, and Dean wouldn’t stop him either.
He smiled at her and walked over, hands in his pockets. She leaned down and kissed him, and he kissed her back before pulling away and staring at her. He sighed and looked down at the ground. It was hard, really really hard to do this, to go through with it; to let go of the safety.
“Lisa…”
“I know.” She sighed. “I knew the minute you phoned me. I’m surprised you came back at all.”
“I…how?” Dean frowned slightly, because even he hadn’t know…or maybe he did. He wasn’t sure which it was, because some part of him already knew where he belonged.
With Cas.
Damn, Taylor Swift.
“Because it’s in your blood Dean, it’s who you are. I was a fail-safe.” She shrugged and smiled softly. “Thank you…it was nice, but I understand. Go to him Dean.”
“To who…”
“Cas.”
“What…how?” Okay, he’d never told her anything about him.
“You talk in your sleep.”
Dean opened his mouth but then closed it and chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thanks Lisa…for not, tying me in your basement or something.”
“You’re welcome.” She smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Go get him, before he leaves.”
Dean nodded and jogged down the steps, digging for his keys and sliding easily into the driver’s seat and taking off.
He left the town, Black Sabbath blaring from his speakers, his hands tapping the steering wheel in time with the beat as he banged his head, only half paying attention to the road, but it was a lonely stretch so he wasn’t worried. He was so wrapped up in the song that he almost missed the person leaning against a fence. Dean stopped the Impala and drove backwards. He put on the brake and climbed out, walking up behind Cas.
“What are you doing here Cas?”
“I was hoping that you’d drive by, coming back, that you were only going to tell Lisa that it was over.”
Dean opened his mouth but really what could he say to that? Why did people feel the need to know him better then he knew himself? It was really a pain in the ass.
“I was right…”
Dean registered Cas’ trench coat flaring as he spun, then there was a grip on his shirt and then there was lips against his. He blinked before wrapping his hand around Cas’ tie and pulled him closer, returning the kiss, making it firmer and deeper. Cas let out a grunt and moved them so Dean was pressed against the fence. Dean let out a puff of air, pulling Cas closer, his hand not tangled in his tie was around his waist.
“Dean.” Cas spoke softly, betraying how he was acting, and Dean wasn’t complaining and he’d be lying if he didn’t find it hot, because he never expected Cas to take control like this.
“Cas.” Dean breathed and then let out a soft moan as he felt Cas’ lips against his neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh just under his ear. Cas’ knee was between his legs and pressing up against the quickly hardening cock as Cas’ fingers worked on shoving off Dean’s coat. Dean followed suit, pushing Cas’ coats of his shoulders and letting them fall to the ground. Sure anyone could walk by, anyone could drive by and see them, but that didn’t matter, all that mattered right now was Cas’ hands, Cas’ mouth; Cas.
Cas hooked his fingers under Dean’s shirt and lifted it over his head, breaking the kiss momentarily but quickly re-started it, Dean's shirt forgotten somewhere; he really didn’t care. His own fingers fumbled with the buttons of Cas’ trench-coat, but he smacked Cas’ hands away when he tried to help, and that earned him a chuckle. Then he was shoving it off with Cas’ other clothes and then Cas' chest was against his. Dean let out a soft moan as he felt bare skin against bare skin, and Cas was so warm it almost burned.
Fuck, he wouldn’t have cared if it had.
Dean’s knees buckled a bit as Cas moved his lips from his neck to take a nipple into his mouth and Dean’s hands flew to Cas’ hair, tugging and massaging with his fingertips as he moaned louder. Cas’ hands worked on his belt as his tongue worked on peeling Dean apart layer by layer till he was shaking and needing. He felt Cas tear the belt from its strap and he most likely threw it to the side. Dean thought about removing Cas’ tie, but he didn’t, he left it there as he hooked a finger in the angel's waistband and pulled it, tugging his pants down.
Cas let out a low growl in the back of his throat as he bit down and sucked at the same time, causing Dean to cry out a bit and hurry to remove Cas’ boxers. He slipped them down and Cas stepped out of them just as Dean’s own jeans fell to his ankles. He kicked them to the side, and his boxers were next and he nearly collapsed at the feeling of Cas grinding their erections together. Cas let out a low mewl and did it again, causing Dean to moan and grip at his hips, pulling him closer.
“Cas…”
He felt Cas’ lips against his once more and it was a fury of lips and teeth and it was perfect, hot and fuck, Dean was so hard it hurt.
Cas’ lips left his too soon and Dean tried to chase after them but the angel was sinking to his knees and Dean’s eyes went wide as he watched Cas look up at him, his tie still hanging loosely around his neck. Cas grinned and tilted his head to lick a stripe up the back of Dean’s shaft and the world tilted for a moment. Dean gripped the fence to hold himself up as Cas took the head into his mouth and sucked on it. Dean moaned and bucked his hips slightly. Cas grabbed them and pinned his hips and ass to the fence gently but firmly.
Cas took him in completely and Dean’s world went black for a second before he could register Cas’ tongue moving up and down his shaft, following his lips and the sweet suction he had created by hollowing out his cheeks. It was sort of beautiful, the way Cas’ mouth was stretched to take him, his huge blue eyes staring up at him, it made Dean throw his head back and let out a long, low groan. It was so good he almost didn’t feel the press of a slicked finger slowly make its way past the tight ring of muscle.
He hissed softly at the soft burn, but Cas used his thumb to massage around the entrance, the finger inside of him hooking slightly, drawing more moans from Dean’s lips as the burn faded, replaced with tingling nerves as Cas started to thrust his finger in and out. Dean’s knees buckled and if it wasn’t for Cas’ mouth on his cock and his finger in his ass he was pretty sure he’d be on the floor.
“Fuck…Cas…” Dean moaned and then there was a second finger, the burn returned but it went away faster as Cas scissored his fingers, sucking harder on the tip, causing Dean to cry out softly once more.
Just when Dean didn’t think he could taker anymore, Cas added a third finger, twisted his wrist and hit something and that something made Dean cry out loudly, jerk his hips and fall forwards slightly, panting and gasping. Cas removed his mouth with a lovely pop and removed his fingers, pressing Dean back against the fence to ravage him with a fiery kiss.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” Cas panted and Dean lifted himself using the fence and Cas’ grip in his hips.
Cas pressed Dean completely against the fence and Dean brought his lips up for another kiss, his fingers tangling in his hair and then there was a slight pressure and then Cas was entering him. Dean sucked in a breath and tightened his grip on Cas’ hair, waiting for him to bottom out, and when he did Dean let the breath out as Cas nipped gently at his bottom lip.
“You okay?” Cas whispered against his lips and Dean nodded.
“Yeah.”
Cas resumed the kiss once more, gently pulling out before thrusting back in. Dean grunted and kissed Cas deeper, until Cas started thrusting in and out in a faster pace and rhythm, eliciting moans and cries from his throat, and when Cas hit that bundle of nerves again Dean was reduced to babbling and chanting Cas’ name while kissing him desperately. He felt Cas’ hand wrap around his erection and pump up and down in time with his thrusts.
“Cas,” Dean cried out and pulled him closer with his legs, tightening his hold as Cas groaned, panting into the kiss, his breath mingling with Dean's.
A couple of more pumps and Dean was coming; Cas’ name on his lips as he clenched down on Cas and then he too was coming. They both rode out their orgasms and Dean collapsed against Cas, panting heavily as he waited to come down.
“I love you Dean.”
“Yeah, love you too Cas.” Dean smiled.
~*~*~*~
Sam lay stretched out on top of one of the cars in Bobby’s junk-yard, his legs dangling helplessly over the edge. He had his eyes closed and he was relaxing. He knew Dean would be back, Dean couldn’t do it, couldn’t just go back to living with Lisa after finally admitting he had feelings for Cas, which was three years overdue. When Cas had left, he figured he had gone to check on Dean, to make sure he was coming home, but Dean had faith, he knew Dean was coming back.
“You’re such a loner, Sammy.” Gabriel chuckled from his left and Sam turned his head to see Gabriel ambling onto the car with him and flopping over his chest.
“Not a loner.” Sam snorted. “Just enjoying the peace, Dean’ll be back anytime now, unless they stopped for sex, which I hope they did because then at least we might be able to get some sleep tonight. But once Dean gets back there will be no quiet, I’m going to miss it, but I’m glad Dean’s coming back, I sort of missed him…”
“You’re rambling Sam.” Gabriel pointed out and moved so he was straddling Sam's waist. Sam smiled and placed his hands on Gabriel’s hips. “What’s up?”
“Just…” Sam gnawed on his bottom lip before sitting up so he was basically nose to nose with the Archangel. “When we had sex…while singing, which was weird and sort of fun.”
“Kinky Sammy.” Gabriel grinned and Sam hit him gently.
“Just, when I asked if it was a one time thing, you said no, what exactly did you mean by that?”
Gabriel rolled his eyes and pushed Sam back, grinding down against him, causing Sam to yelp in surprise and dig his nails into the archangels hips.
“It means, Sammy.” He leaned down and moved till his lips were right above Sam’s, causing Sam’s breath to hitch. “That you’re mine, no one else’s. If anyone so much as undresses you with their eyes they will have a holy-fiery-smiting lightning bolt dropped on their head.”
Sam laughed, a full body laugh and stole Gabriel’s lips with his own, pulling him down for a slow and tentative kiss as he ran his fingers up and down his spine, causing the Archangel to whine and shiver. Sam heard the gravel signalling the return of the Impala, but he didn’t want to leave just yet. He deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around Gabriel’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Sam, stop screwing your boyfriend out in public and get your ass inside, we still have a demon to find!”
“What’d I tell you about the silence?” Sam chuckled but didn’t get up to move, and Gabriel didn’t either.
“Can I snap them somewhere where they can have sex again and leave us alone?”
Sam chuckled and shook his head. “I’ll repay you tonight.”
Gabriel grinned and dipped down for another kiss before getting up and helping Sam in the process. They both slipped down from the truck and moved to follow Dean and Cas – Dean’s arm around Cas’ waist – into the house, where Crowley and Bobby were reading over books, Crowley pouring over some old documents.
~*~*~*~
Bobby and Crowley decided waiting for them to come back in wasn’t worth it, so Crowley had dragged out some old texts and he’d started to get to work researching along with Bobby, trying to find something that could cause the effects of a Hell Gate opening without actually opening one. It would have to mimic it completely and that was nearly impossible, so it must have been something old and powerful, which didn’t prove well for them, because if it was some old and powerful and it was after them then they were royally screwed.
“So, what are we looking at?” he heard Sam ask and walk over, grabbing a book and sitting down, Gabriel plopping down into his lap with a grin and totally ignoring the stack of books; he was most likely going to prove more of a distraction then a help, but if they were happy then whatever; he and Bobby would do this just fine by themselves.
“Research….great.” Dean grabbed a book and flopped down on the couch, Castiel grabbed a few form himself and sat, curled up to Dean who wrapped an arm around his waist.
“Oh, if you want to be like that, you can go off and do what ever you want.” Bobby snapped and Crowley couldn’t help but be a little proud of him.
“Hey, I’m reading aren’t I?” Dean countered and Sam was too engrossed in his work, but it was too much to hope those trembles were from something funny and not from Gabriel’s fingers up his shirt.
Crowley turned to Bobby, because there was one thing he knew for sure.
Everyone he came into contact with was a moron.
Except for Bobby.
theinsaneeraser Pairing/character: Mentions of past Dean/Lisa, Dean/Castiel, Bobby/Crowley, Sam/Gabriel.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,956
Warnings: None.
Summary: Dean makes his choice, Sam asks Gabriel an important question and Crowley decides everyone – save for Bobby – he knows are morons.
Then…
Cas heard the music pick up, and the words left his throat before he could advise them of a different course.
It felt, nice to say the words, right, like his heart wanted to say them, to scream them at Dean, to make him understand. Still, it wasn’t the place or the time for him to be singing. Still, there was some gospel music that was playing, not louder then the other music, the one that fit to what he was singing, and it felt nice, calmed him a bit.
“Meg…You’re causing this…”
“No Dean, I’m not causing this, not at all.” She chuckled, hands in her pockets. “No, the one who’s causing this it a tab bit more powerful then me and he’s…angry. He doesn’t like you Winchesters, or your angels. No, he’s going to destroy you…and there’s nothing you can do about it. So, have fun while you can, because it’s over for you.” And then she was gone, leaving Dean feeling awkward and a little wary.
There was a new baddie, a powerful baddie. Just like old times.
Crowley walked towards Bobby who was reading a book and sat down on the arm of the chair. He figured it would affect them too, because from what his friend had said, no demons here had been immune. Still, it had been weird hearing Gabriel starting to sing, but he did have a lovely voice.
“No, Dean you are being difficult.” He sounded frustrated and he had no reason to be frustrated, Dean didn’t leave him, Dean waited, waited a whole week for him to show up again before going to Lisa’s, Cas had no right. “I did not wish to leave.”
“Then why did you?” Dean snapped and he didn’t care if he hurt Cas’ feelings, he was pissed, angry and hurt and these feelings he had repressed, it was all just too much.
“Because, Heaven needed me.” Dean was going to counter that but Cas didn’t give him time. “I understand that Heaven was wrong Dean, that’s why I went back. I went to fix it, so that it wouldn’t happen again. I went back so Heaven could see what you showed me.”
“This isn’t just a one time thing is it?”
“No Sammy, no it’s not.” He looked down at Sam who was smiling before he kissed him, Sam curled against him as he watched his human slip off to sleep.
His Sammy.
“Listen Dean abou-“
“I don’t care that you’re screwing Gabriel.” He smirked when Sam went bright red. “He just has to earn my respect and trust and if either of you do it in my back of my baby I’m killing you. Got it?”
Sam chuckled and nodded, still bright red.
“You know, all were missing is the big cheesy group number finish!” Gabriel grinned and everyone turned to glare at him…and then the music started. “Hey, I was only joking…”
Now…
The Impala pulled snugly into the driveway as Dean pulled up to Lisa’s. He stared at his grip on the steering wheel before nodded and opening the door, seeing Lisa in the doorway. He was nervous, he really was. There was Cas, Cas who had given him a hurt look when he had left, gotten into his Impala and drove away; he was pretty sure everyone had taken their turns to glare at him. He was pretty sure Gabriel was ready to smite him, and Dean wouldn’t stop him either.
He smiled at her and walked over, hands in his pockets. She leaned down and kissed him, and he kissed her back before pulling away and staring at her. He sighed and looked down at the ground. It was hard, really really hard to do this, to go through with it; to let go of the safety.
“Lisa…”
“I know.” She sighed. “I knew the minute you phoned me. I’m surprised you came back at all.”
“I…how?” Dean frowned slightly, because even he hadn’t know…or maybe he did. He wasn’t sure which it was, because some part of him already knew where he belonged.
With Cas.
Damn, Taylor Swift.
“Because it’s in your blood Dean, it’s who you are. I was a fail-safe.” She shrugged and smiled softly. “Thank you…it was nice, but I understand. Go to him Dean.”
“To who…”
“Cas.”
“What…how?” Okay, he’d never told her anything about him.
“You talk in your sleep.”
Dean opened his mouth but then closed it and chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thanks Lisa…for not, tying me in your basement or something.”
“You’re welcome.” She smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Go get him, before he leaves.”
Dean nodded and jogged down the steps, digging for his keys and sliding easily into the driver’s seat and taking off.
He left the town, Black Sabbath blaring from his speakers, his hands tapping the steering wheel in time with the beat as he banged his head, only half paying attention to the road, but it was a lonely stretch so he wasn’t worried. He was so wrapped up in the song that he almost missed the person leaning against a fence. Dean stopped the Impala and drove backwards. He put on the brake and climbed out, walking up behind Cas.
“What are you doing here Cas?”
“I was hoping that you’d drive by, coming back, that you were only going to tell Lisa that it was over.”
Dean opened his mouth but really what could he say to that? Why did people feel the need to know him better then he knew himself? It was really a pain in the ass.
“I was right…”
Dean registered Cas’ trench coat flaring as he spun, then there was a grip on his shirt and then there was lips against his. He blinked before wrapping his hand around Cas’ tie and pulled him closer, returning the kiss, making it firmer and deeper. Cas let out a grunt and moved them so Dean was pressed against the fence. Dean let out a puff of air, pulling Cas closer, his hand not tangled in his tie was around his waist.
“Dean.” Cas spoke softly, betraying how he was acting, and Dean wasn’t complaining and he’d be lying if he didn’t find it hot, because he never expected Cas to take control like this.
“Cas.” Dean breathed and then let out a soft moan as he felt Cas’ lips against his neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh just under his ear. Cas’ knee was between his legs and pressing up against the quickly hardening cock as Cas’ fingers worked on shoving off Dean’s coat. Dean followed suit, pushing Cas’ coats of his shoulders and letting them fall to the ground. Sure anyone could walk by, anyone could drive by and see them, but that didn’t matter, all that mattered right now was Cas’ hands, Cas’ mouth; Cas.
Cas hooked his fingers under Dean’s shirt and lifted it over his head, breaking the kiss momentarily but quickly re-started it, Dean's shirt forgotten somewhere; he really didn’t care. His own fingers fumbled with the buttons of Cas’ trench-coat, but he smacked Cas’ hands away when he tried to help, and that earned him a chuckle. Then he was shoving it off with Cas’ other clothes and then Cas' chest was against his. Dean let out a soft moan as he felt bare skin against bare skin, and Cas was so warm it almost burned.
Fuck, he wouldn’t have cared if it had.
Dean’s knees buckled a bit as Cas moved his lips from his neck to take a nipple into his mouth and Dean’s hands flew to Cas’ hair, tugging and massaging with his fingertips as he moaned louder. Cas’ hands worked on his belt as his tongue worked on peeling Dean apart layer by layer till he was shaking and needing. He felt Cas tear the belt from its strap and he most likely threw it to the side. Dean thought about removing Cas’ tie, but he didn’t, he left it there as he hooked a finger in the angel's waistband and pulled it, tugging his pants down.
Cas let out a low growl in the back of his throat as he bit down and sucked at the same time, causing Dean to cry out a bit and hurry to remove Cas’ boxers. He slipped them down and Cas stepped out of them just as Dean’s own jeans fell to his ankles. He kicked them to the side, and his boxers were next and he nearly collapsed at the feeling of Cas grinding their erections together. Cas let out a low mewl and did it again, causing Dean to moan and grip at his hips, pulling him closer.
“Cas…”
He felt Cas’ lips against his once more and it was a fury of lips and teeth and it was perfect, hot and fuck, Dean was so hard it hurt.
Cas’ lips left his too soon and Dean tried to chase after them but the angel was sinking to his knees and Dean’s eyes went wide as he watched Cas look up at him, his tie still hanging loosely around his neck. Cas grinned and tilted his head to lick a stripe up the back of Dean’s shaft and the world tilted for a moment. Dean gripped the fence to hold himself up as Cas took the head into his mouth and sucked on it. Dean moaned and bucked his hips slightly. Cas grabbed them and pinned his hips and ass to the fence gently but firmly.
Cas took him in completely and Dean’s world went black for a second before he could register Cas’ tongue moving up and down his shaft, following his lips and the sweet suction he had created by hollowing out his cheeks. It was sort of beautiful, the way Cas’ mouth was stretched to take him, his huge blue eyes staring up at him, it made Dean throw his head back and let out a long, low groan. It was so good he almost didn’t feel the press of a slicked finger slowly make its way past the tight ring of muscle.
He hissed softly at the soft burn, but Cas used his thumb to massage around the entrance, the finger inside of him hooking slightly, drawing more moans from Dean’s lips as the burn faded, replaced with tingling nerves as Cas started to thrust his finger in and out. Dean’s knees buckled and if it wasn’t for Cas’ mouth on his cock and his finger in his ass he was pretty sure he’d be on the floor.
“Fuck…Cas…” Dean moaned and then there was a second finger, the burn returned but it went away faster as Cas scissored his fingers, sucking harder on the tip, causing Dean to cry out softly once more.
Just when Dean didn’t think he could taker anymore, Cas added a third finger, twisted his wrist and hit something and that something made Dean cry out loudly, jerk his hips and fall forwards slightly, panting and gasping. Cas removed his mouth with a lovely pop and removed his fingers, pressing Dean back against the fence to ravage him with a fiery kiss.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” Cas panted and Dean lifted himself using the fence and Cas’ grip in his hips.
Cas pressed Dean completely against the fence and Dean brought his lips up for another kiss, his fingers tangling in his hair and then there was a slight pressure and then Cas was entering him. Dean sucked in a breath and tightened his grip on Cas’ hair, waiting for him to bottom out, and when he did Dean let the breath out as Cas nipped gently at his bottom lip.
“You okay?” Cas whispered against his lips and Dean nodded.
“Yeah.”
Cas resumed the kiss once more, gently pulling out before thrusting back in. Dean grunted and kissed Cas deeper, until Cas started thrusting in and out in a faster pace and rhythm, eliciting moans and cries from his throat, and when Cas hit that bundle of nerves again Dean was reduced to babbling and chanting Cas’ name while kissing him desperately. He felt Cas’ hand wrap around his erection and pump up and down in time with his thrusts.
“Cas,” Dean cried out and pulled him closer with his legs, tightening his hold as Cas groaned, panting into the kiss, his breath mingling with Dean's.
A couple of more pumps and Dean was coming; Cas’ name on his lips as he clenched down on Cas and then he too was coming. They both rode out their orgasms and Dean collapsed against Cas, panting heavily as he waited to come down.
“I love you Dean.”
“Yeah, love you too Cas.” Dean smiled.
Sam lay stretched out on top of one of the cars in Bobby’s junk-yard, his legs dangling helplessly over the edge. He had his eyes closed and he was relaxing. He knew Dean would be back, Dean couldn’t do it, couldn’t just go back to living with Lisa after finally admitting he had feelings for Cas, which was three years overdue. When Cas had left, he figured he had gone to check on Dean, to make sure he was coming home, but Dean had faith, he knew Dean was coming back.
“You’re such a loner, Sammy.” Gabriel chuckled from his left and Sam turned his head to see Gabriel ambling onto the car with him and flopping over his chest.
“Not a loner.” Sam snorted. “Just enjoying the peace, Dean’ll be back anytime now, unless they stopped for sex, which I hope they did because then at least we might be able to get some sleep tonight. But once Dean gets back there will be no quiet, I’m going to miss it, but I’m glad Dean’s coming back, I sort of missed him…”
“You’re rambling Sam.” Gabriel pointed out and moved so he was straddling Sam's waist. Sam smiled and placed his hands on Gabriel’s hips. “What’s up?”
“Just…” Sam gnawed on his bottom lip before sitting up so he was basically nose to nose with the Archangel. “When we had sex…while singing, which was weird and sort of fun.”
“Kinky Sammy.” Gabriel grinned and Sam hit him gently.
“Just, when I asked if it was a one time thing, you said no, what exactly did you mean by that?”
Gabriel rolled his eyes and pushed Sam back, grinding down against him, causing Sam to yelp in surprise and dig his nails into the archangels hips.
“It means, Sammy.” He leaned down and moved till his lips were right above Sam’s, causing Sam’s breath to hitch. “That you’re mine, no one else’s. If anyone so much as undresses you with their eyes they will have a holy-fiery-smiting lightning bolt dropped on their head.”
Sam laughed, a full body laugh and stole Gabriel’s lips with his own, pulling him down for a slow and tentative kiss as he ran his fingers up and down his spine, causing the Archangel to whine and shiver. Sam heard the gravel signalling the return of the Impala, but he didn’t want to leave just yet. He deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around Gabriel’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Sam, stop screwing your boyfriend out in public and get your ass inside, we still have a demon to find!”
“What’d I tell you about the silence?” Sam chuckled but didn’t get up to move, and Gabriel didn’t either.
“Can I snap them somewhere where they can have sex again and leave us alone?”
Sam chuckled and shook his head. “I’ll repay you tonight.”
Gabriel grinned and dipped down for another kiss before getting up and helping Sam in the process. They both slipped down from the truck and moved to follow Dean and Cas – Dean’s arm around Cas’ waist – into the house, where Crowley and Bobby were reading over books, Crowley pouring over some old documents.
Bobby and Crowley decided waiting for them to come back in wasn’t worth it, so Crowley had dragged out some old texts and he’d started to get to work researching along with Bobby, trying to find something that could cause the effects of a Hell Gate opening without actually opening one. It would have to mimic it completely and that was nearly impossible, so it must have been something old and powerful, which didn’t prove well for them, because if it was some old and powerful and it was after them then they were royally screwed.
“So, what are we looking at?” he heard Sam ask and walk over, grabbing a book and sitting down, Gabriel plopping down into his lap with a grin and totally ignoring the stack of books; he was most likely going to prove more of a distraction then a help, but if they were happy then whatever; he and Bobby would do this just fine by themselves.
“Research….great.” Dean grabbed a book and flopped down on the couch, Castiel grabbed a few form himself and sat, curled up to Dean who wrapped an arm around his waist.
“Oh, if you want to be like that, you can go off and do what ever you want.” Bobby snapped and Crowley couldn’t help but be a little proud of him.
“Hey, I’m reading aren’t I?” Dean countered and Sam was too engrossed in his work, but it was too much to hope those trembles were from something funny and not from Gabriel’s fingers up his shirt.
Crowley turned to Bobby, because there was one thing he knew for sure.
Everyone he came into contact with was a moron.
Except for Bobby.
