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The hunt had gone horribly - utterly wrong. It turned out to not have been demons, but a faction of rogue angels who had chosen not to return to Heaven: who had posed as demons. To bring Castiel, who they still had quite the hate-boner for the right to them. Bonus points - they tried to drag the wayward archangel, Gabriel, back to Heaven for some kind of reward. Of course, the Winchester brothers couldn’t just stand by and watch the angels get hurt and had stepped in to interfere. Only to find themselves stuck in some kind of mime-invisible box. So, Gabriel and Castiel had fought off at least ten other angels on their own. Both of them had managed to win, but only after Gabriel had fully archangel up and really started using his power - having given the humans in the vicinity a warning to close their eyes. Castiel had gotten pretty beaten up and Dean was already rushing towards him, dotting on him. Checking for severe wounds that hadn’t already been restored by his grace.
Sam stood back awkwardly while the ‘totally not in-love' idiots did their thing, he noticed that Gabriel was still on the ground, panting. He was leaning against a stone pillar that he had been tossed into, a crack had split straight through it. The younger man will never get used to the true strength of these beings. He walked over, crouching to hold his hand to the blonde man. Ever since it had been revealed he was very much not dead because the fallen angels had discovered him, searching for purpose after Metatron had locked them out, he and Sam had formed some kind of comradery together. While Castiel was his best-friend, Gabriel was: well, his other best-friend. Which was kind of sad, but SDam wouldn’t have it any other way. The blonde brought new life to the bunker every time he decided to stay there or simply popped in for a visit. Lately, Gabriel has been staying longer and longer. At first, he would pop in for only a few days. Then weeks. Now, he has been living with them for over five months and has his own decorated room. Sam didn’t comment on it, but he felt that the archangel was staying with them because he was looking for that kind of found family. Many of the pagans had rejected him since the debacle at Elysian Fields Hotel years ago and were unwilling to be seen with him.
The brunette eyes the downed man, who was panting and a hand was holding his side. His blade was sitting beside his leg. “You good? You guys were moving so fast it was hard to see but looked like you got slashed pretty bad there at the end.”
Gabriel shrugs his shoulders, and waves a hand through the air - the one that had been holding his side. That's when Sam watches an illusion fall away revealing that it is soaked with blood. Actually, blood is pouring out all around beneath the man. His eyes widen and a bolt of terror, and nausea rises up in his throat as he sees that Gabriel’s side has been split open. Deep enough that it seems his intestines are threatening to spill out from where he had removed his hand.
“Shit…thought that illusion would hold longer.” Sam’s eyes dart to the blade beside the man’s legs; it also has blood on it, and he can see golden laced with green grace flickering around it. The edges of the wound also seem to be trying to stitch together, but blood and grace are leaking out rapidly. The hunter snaps from his daze, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. Not the entirely real possibility that Gabriel will die. Not think about how much that makes him want to curl into a ball and sob. He snaps his head over to his brother and the angel.
“Cas!” he shouts immediately drawing the ravenette from his hushed conversations with Dean. His browser furrows and within an instant he is kneeling down beside Gabriel, he reaches his hand out glowing with his blue-white energy. Nothing happens as he holds it over the wound and his blue eyes grow stormy. Dean stands off to the side of Sammy, he has slid down onto his knees to kneel beside the archangel.
Gabriel shakes his head and he gently pushes Castiel’s hand away, blood bubbles up to his lips as he speaks. “That ain’t gonna work, Cassie. They got me with my blade, the bastard. Your mojo isn’t enough to close it. I would do it but…” his tilts his head back against the cracked stone behind him. “I ain't got the juice. It;’s alright! Really. I had a good run-”
Sam grabs his shoulders, “Don’t.”
His voice is ice-cold as he glares at the blonde, who seems startled. “Don’t talk like that. You’re gonna be okay. We - we’ll get you to a hospital!”
Dean shakes his head, he looks almost indifferent to what is happening in front of him. But Sam knows he is just trying to put a calm front on for him. If he started to break down Sam sure as hell wouldn’t be able to hold up. They have lost too many people. Damnit. He shouldn't have let himself get so attached to the reckless trickster.
“Sammy, the nearest hospital is thirty miles out. He’ll bleed out in the backseat, and Cas-” he jabs his finger at the angel as he reaches for Gabriel. “Doesn't have the juice to fly him, so don’t even think about it.”
The archangel himself opens his mouth before Castiel can argue seeing the way his brother's brow crinkles, “Listen to him. I can sense how low you are, one of them got you good . Don’t need you dying for me, any of you. It would make me feel guilty and that’s just - gross -” his words were cut off with coughing and blood came up with it, dark and semi-thick. “...that’s gross too.”
“There -” Sam swallows he can feel himself shaking a bit. He tries not to pay attention to Gabriel's poor attempts at humor. He can see how those whiskey-colored eyes are filled with a hint of terror, a dark brown color overtaking the usually bright yellow. He has learned how to read him. Humor is a coping mechanism as much as it’s part of his personality. The very thought that he won’t have to hear the man crack ill-timed jokes while on a hunt threatens to overwhelm the man. “There has to be something we can do!”
Castiel shakes his head, “His vessel is severely damaged, I can feel his grace leaking out exponentially…”
That’s when an idea strikes Sam.
“What if he moved vessels?” he says and every man in the room gives him a bewildered look. Sam shakes his head, “You said his vessel is severely damaged right? I’m sure that his true form is wounded too, but, what if he moved to an undamaged vessel? Wouldn’t his grace stop leaking out? Like moving water from a cracked jug into a new one?”
Gabriel stares at Sam and he furrows his brows, “It - it could work. I’ve seen that tactic used in battle before - but, well,” he groans. The blonde looks unusually pale now, and Sam can see his vibrance slowly fading out, as more blood ( how much can come out of him?) is creating a small puddle beneath him now. Bits of golden grace float around in it. “Problem is I ain’t no run-of-the-mill angel. I can’t just hop into anybody willing to take me…I’d likely die before I even found a vessel that could handle me. Even weakened.”
Sam bites into his lip and he feels like screaming, he tugs on a strand of his hair to calm down. That’s when an even worse idea happens. Today, it seems he is simply full of them.
“Me.” he blurts out.
Gabriel raises an eyebrow, and Dean is the one to actually speak up while the archangel merely winces in pain. “You?”
Sam looks between the three other men and he sighs a bit rolling his eyes, it seems Castiel catches on, but Dean and Gabriel still look confused as he states, a bit frustrated. “He can use me as the new vessel. I was Lucifer’s vessel right? I should be able to contain Gabriel, we can take this vessel with us. Patch it up over time, until he can use it again safely.”
Castiel nods his head, “It should work. Your body has already been possessed by an archangel, one far more powerful than Gabriel.” he looks to the blonde, “No offense, brother.”
“None taken…” comes the weak response. Whiskey-colored eyes land on Sam and he watches the archangel's lips pull into a fine line. He looks almost upset. “Kiddo, as brilliant as that is - I rather not. I know how much being possessed by Luci fucked with you. Or that twat, Gadreel. While usually, I would leap at the opportunity to get into your pants,” he tosses a half-hearted wink. It does nothing to calm the tense energy in the room. “Not happening.”
Sam is taken aback, he thought that gabriel would leap at the first chance he saw to save his own life. The hunter shakes his head and he sets his jaw, giving the blonde one of his signature bitch-faces.
“Those were different. I let Lucifer in so I could take him to the cage, he made me kill and hurt people while he was. And with Gadreel? I was tricked into that.” his eyes flicker to Dean who looks away slightly before the younger man looks back to the dying archangel. “You have my full-consent. Actually no, you don’t have a choice. It’s either die or possess me. One of those things I won’t let you do.”
Castiel nods, “I can attempt to pull him out of his vessel and into you.”
Dean shifts and he looks at Sam, “Are you sure about this?”
The brunette gives his older brother a pointed look, and Dean steps back a bit holding his hands up in surrender. He doesn;t like the idea of Gabriel sharing his little brother’s body, actually, the very thought makes his skin crawl. But, he can tell from the look on his face, that there is no changing his mind. This will happen one way or another.
Gabriel huffs, and he tries to say something, likely some kind of snarky remark but it dies into a weak groan. His breathing is getting shallower. He slowly nods his head, and after sitting there for a moment eyes closed, Sam for a split second thinking he had died, golden eyes blazing with an ancient power meet his. He feels a shiver bolt down his spine.
“It’s gonna feel weird as shit, Sammich.” he smirks, and Sam is glad to see a bit of hope coming back into his features. Had the archangel truly been so close to just letting himself bleed out on the floor? His brows furrow at the thought. He will need to confront him about that. “Alrighty, Winchester, ready to become my vessel?”
Sam closes his eyes for a moment, mentally preparing himself for the sensation. He didn’t remember being possessed by Gadreel for the first time very well, it was a blurry and mostly non-existent memory. But he can recall how it felt to have Lucifer take his body. The archangel had ice flowing through his veins. It had felt as if he had been plunged into an ice-cold bath. He knew that Gadreel had been different. A different sensation. He has a theory that just like their grace, despite being the same there is a unique touch to it all. He exhales deeply.
“Yes.”
Gabriel went completely limp the moment the word left his lips, panic fluttered through the hunter before he felt an odd sensation at the back of his neck. It was like a warm breeze brushing delicately over it, sending goosebumps all along with arms. Then there was the overwhelming scent of lilies, mixed with some kind of sweet-sugary taste that left his mouth-watering. His brows furrowed and he looked around, it was like his vision flickered as he discovered a swirling cloud of golden-light crackling with green streaks of lightning above him, seeming to fill the entire warehouse. His eyes widen and he looks over, seeing that Castiel has covered Dean’s eyes with his hand. Castiel is gasping at the cloud as well. Sam tilts his head a bit to the side, as shapes begin to take form, all of them seeming to warp in and out of sight. Like his eyes couldn’t quite focus on it. He could see millions of golden wings fluttering around the color so rich and vibrant he knew he would mourn the loss of sight of it. Somehow even more piercing eyes of similar color blinked and swirled, staring directly at him. He felt small. Like an ant, he could see several detached limbs, hands mostly. Then there were the silver rings, circling each other with Enochian symbols carved into them as they looped about the center of the being. Where seemingly a more humanoid shape was, made of pure shadow.
Sam sucked in a breath. Lucifer had never shown his true form to the hunter. He wondered how he was seeing this without dying, or his eyes burning out of his skull. That’s when he finally processed that tendrils of the being were sliding astound his hands and arms. The energy sunk into him, sending bolts of warmth through his body. He inadvertently gasped. It didn’t burn, but there was this pulse that accompanied the touch. It was half-way pleasurable. Then, the entire world was filled with gold and he could hear high-pitched ringing threatening to shatter his skull.
All Dean saw through Castiel’s hand was the world becoming blindingly bright, burning the backs of his eyelids. Castiel watched as Sam’s eyes and mouth filled with light, before he slumped down onto the floor weakly. The angel was in a state of shock for a few moments longer, blinking rapidly. His entire body was signing, and the grace inside of his vessel was fluttering around like nervous butterflies. Gabriel’s true form had been the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Tears are trailing down his face. He wonders why he revealed it to Sam. Perhaps to comfort him. Make the possession less akin to what has happened to the man before.
“Cas?” Dean finally spoke, every hair on his body had risen from the power he had felt crackling in the room. “Cas? Is Sammy okay? Is the Munchkin inside of him?”
A pause as the angel doesn’t respond. “Cas!”
He was broken from his shock and he pulled his hand away from the hunter’s eyes. Dean’s gaze instantly becomes worried as he spots Sam on the floor limo and seemingly unconscious. Castiel kneels down beside the taller man, and he touches his finger to his temple. The body is alive. With a quick check beyond the veil of the material plane, he spots Sam’s soul: bright and unharmed, the deep cracks and scars along it all the same. No new ones. He can also see golden grace laced with pagan magic dancing playfully around the soul, weaving itself into it. Much unlike the way grace usually makes itself a cage around the human soul. He is surprised by Gabriel's consideration.
He looks up at Dean, as he stands. “Sam is perfectly safe, and so is Gabriel. Though, he is weak - that is likely why Sam is unconscious.”
Dean nods and relief fills his features, “Great. Alright, you get Sasquatch and I’ll carry the dead body to the car.” he looks over at the bloody-vessel Gabriel left behind and he shudders. So weird.
“Just one normal week, that’s all I want…”
He curses as he gets blood all over himself from the body. Fucking angel bullshit.
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Gabriel opens his eyes with a heavy-groan. He stares up at the ceiling and the first thing he notices is how much taller he is. He feels a smirk flicker across his face as he slowly sits up, he already feels a hell of a lot better. He isn’t sure how much time has passed, but he can guess it’s been a couple of days with how much grace he has already restored. He stretches and he whistles appreciably as he feels his newfound muscles flex and untense. He rolls his shoulders, and cracks his neck. He pauses for a moment and does a bit of internal prodding. He can feel his grace steadily pulsing about in the body, along with his pagan magic. Good. He also notices that Sam’s brilliant soul is resting close to the surface theretoo, and he sighs with a bit of relief. He had been worried he would inadvertently shove him away, lock him up. The way this sort of thing was supposed to do. He feels his face heat up a bit, realizing that his grace is laced and woven through Sam’s soul. It had decided to fill into the cracks and scars in it. Well.
If that wasn’t downright lewd. His face flushes with heat. While humans would bump uglies and consider that to be the most intimate form of contact, soul bonding, grace weaving - whatever you’d like to call it was almost incomprehensibly intimate on a human scale. Of course, he had been half-way delirious from blood loss when he had possessed Sam. So, his stupid grace did whatever it wanted. He was relieved to find that no actual bond had been cemented. It was just a loosely tied knot. It was acting more like a string wrapped around Sam’s soul to keep it up-top than anything. That would have been hard to explain. Hey thanks for saving my life, Samalam! I accidentally bound our life-energies for eternity! You’re my wife now!
He slides his now extra-long legs over the side of the bed. Glad to discover that the men who had brought them home had kept his pants on. Sure, Gabriel was deathly curious about what was beneath those layers of flannel and denim. But he had some damn decency and respect for privacy. Especially when it came to the youngest Winchester. He prods a bit more inside of his mind. He discovers Sam, floating peacefully just below his consciousness. He jabs him.
“ What the fuck-! ” A clear voice rings in his head and Gabriel grins, feeling a little bit weird. It doesn’t fit on his face the way it did on his vessel. After using the same husk for over a thousand years, a change of scenery was disorientating.
“Morning, Samshine!” he chirps and there is a pause.
“Oh.” Another long pause of thought. He can feel the human’s soul flutter about the new space that it’s in. “I thought yesterday had been a bad dream, honestly. Guess you really did possess me. Wait. How come I can hear you? Or can talk? I mean, Lucifer talked to me but… this feels different.”
Gabriel rolls his eyes a bit as he stands up, he grabs at the headboard beside him as his knees threaten to give way. The room spins for a bit with vertigo. “Well, kiddo. I didn’t want this to be like most vessel-angel relations. So, you're in the passenger seat bucko! Hopefully, I will only have to be here a few weeks.”
“ Weeks!” The man winces as he hears the hunter shout, the sound bouncing off the sides of his skull. The human that had once been in possession of his vessel had long, long been dead. Even before then, he had locked the man away deep in his own subconscious, where he spent his days blissfully living out his fantasies. They had similar personalities. Eventually though, bit by bit the soul went to Heaven burned away by the archangel’s power. Until it was just Gabriel. “ I can’t do this for weeks! It’s already disorientating. God, it’s like those weird out-of-body dreams.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you drive!” a frown. “As soon as I figure out how to let you do that without you beating the shit out of me…”
He could feel the bitch-face and it made Gabriel grin with mild-amusement. He was glad to sense a lack of fear or distress from Sam. He had been terribly worried about reminding the hunter of his worst memories. It would have broken something in the archangel to cause him such direct pain and anguish.
“ You don't know how to let me ‘drive’?”
Gabriel was already starting to feel memories trickle into him. This is something he had been worried about. He doesn’t necessarily mind knowing everything he can about Sam Winchester, but he doesn’t like the invasion of it all. Sam has lost his autonomy too many times. He felt gross just thinking about him being the reason he loses more of it. He combs a hand through his hair out of habit and freezes. Oh, the hunter’s hair is soft. Silky smooth too and it smells like a pine-forest, likely from the expensive shampoo he uses. He shakes his head a bit and unconsciously continues to pet his own - Sam’s - head.
“Listen, this is not how this is even usually meant to work. You’re supposed to be locked up deep-inside right now. Unaware you are even possessed.” he steps up to a mirror and he wolf-whistles. Twisting his body back and forth, watching it move with him. He trails his hands down his arms, feeling the thick-corded muscle. His hands are calloused and rough. “Damn, Samlicous. If you hadn’t been Lucifer’s I would have taken you as my own vessel for the end times.”
He feels Sam flush, his soul heating up. “Thanks…? I think.”
Gabriel shrugs it off and he stops checking Sam out in the mirror, “Alright. Let’s talk business. Give me the ground rules about your body. What I can and can’t do. Then, I’ll give you some fun-facts about having an archangel inside of you! In the not sexy-fun way.”
He hears a low chuckle form for the man, and then there is silent thought. Of course, he can catch and read every single one of these as if they are his own, but he brushes the stream of consciousness aside. Gabriel had promised himself he would do everything in his power to make this as non-invasive as possible. That’s why he had shown the human his true form before entering his body. He had wanted to form a bond of trust between them. Made sure or make the possession slow and deliberate, loving. He swallows a bit and he hops like Hell that Sam hasn’t figured out he was also going to be hearing the archangel’s thoughts. Catching his feelings.
“ No sex, um, don’t touch me weirdly either. You don’t have to use the bathroom, I know that. Don’t change my clothes or shower. I might regret that one but until I can drive as you said, we keep this outfit on. Castiel has been wearing the same clothes for years and he isn’t too rank…I think that covers it.” a pause. “ Also, don’t kill or hurt anybody.”
Gabriel nods slowly and he chuckles. “So all the stuff I was already not planning on doing, gotchu.”
A mental nod of appreciation. A wave of slightly bewildered surprise washed over him too, and he shook his head. He doesn’t blame Sam for not trusting him completely, especially with something as vulnerable as his body. But it does sting a little bit. The archangel had begun to believe over these past few months they were getting a hell of a lot closer. Guess there are still hurdles he had to get over to be truly one of the Winchesters. He was ready and willing to do that. Them and Castiel are all he has left now. They are likely the only people in the entire world who want to be around him, and are willing to work with him. Hell. Yesterday proved they are willing to do a whole lot for him. He feels himself getting choked up as he glances into the mirror again. Sam truly could have just let him bleed out on that floor. He had been mostly ready to. What harm would have come from him dying? He had been running and escaping Death long enough.
But then he saw the anguish on Sam’s face. Seen the way Castiel’s lip curled and trembled with unseen tears. Even Dean had gotten a bit misty-eyed. He rolls his shoulders back again, still not used to the broad feeling.
A strange warm comfort pulses through him and Gabriel snaps from his thoughts. It feels like something is wrapping around him, and he realizes that Sam (damn his super-genius) had definitely picked up on his thoughts. The human was adjusting quickly. There was also a note of oddly fierce protectiveness in the strange soul-hug. Gabriel did his best to ignore how that made his heart flutter.
“Guess it’s my turn, so, the biggest thing to worry about is the character bleed.” Gabriel clasp his hands together and he starts to make his way to the door. It looked as if he had been placed in Sam’s room and he ignored the urge to go through his things. He already knew what was in everything the moment the urge happened. He was craving candy, as he often was. But he knew that he shouldn’t waste his limited grace on anything non-essential. Would they even have candy? They better. Or they will end up with one disgruntled archangel.
“Character bleed?” Sam simply repeats and Gabriel sighs.
“Yu-p,” he pops the ‘p’ on the word, and the sound startles him a bit. His voice is weird. His usual candace and speech patterns don’t feel right coming from Sam’s mouth. “I’m going to get to know everything about you within a few hours, I will know everything about you. Can’t help it. Since you’re not in the trunk of our metaphorical car, you also will get bits and pieces of me. Not as much, but enough that…things may bleed over into your soul. Likely nothing major. Habits. Temperaments.”
He finds his way to the kitchen, and he goes rummaging through the cabinets. He discovered that they don’t own any candy, but, lucky for every party involved: they have icecream in the freezer. Gabriel grins and he grabs a spoon, and he can feel Sam wrinkling his nose inside of his mind. As pulses of disapproval run through him.
“ Don’t you dare eat that entire thing. You’ll ruin my calorie count.”
The archangel rolls his eyes, “Don’t worry, it won’t matter how much I eat! It won’t put a single pound on you.”
He takes the spoon and kicks his feet up onto the table digging into it with fever. Gabriel expects the man to fight him more on it, maybe even attempt to take control simply to stop him from consuming an absurd amount of the cold-treat. Instead he finds that the human seems to also be enjoying the ice cream. Guess they were linked up a bit closer than the archangel had assumed. It worries him a bit and he takes a long slow bite off his spoon wondering how much Gabrie is going to bleed into Sam. He hopes he doesn’t overwhelm the human with centuries of knowledge. Hopefully, it will only be trivial things. He smirks, like his rampant sex life. His most recent hookup flashes through his mind, it had involved lots of leather and whips.
“ Gabe!”
“What!” The man shouts back to the voice inside of his head, as he takes another oddly sensual spoonful of ice cream. It tastes a hell of a lot better than Gabriel remembers it being a moment ago. Actually, it’s like he hasn’t had it in months. But that was ridiculous, he ate icecream the day he got his vessel split open like an over-microwaved hotdog. He feels a soft thrum of heat inside his body. He shudders. He raises an eyebrow.
“Did that little slideshow get you riled up, Sammy?” the human’s soul flutters away at the accusation as if trying to physically hide from it. Gabriel’s smirk grows even wider, and he puts another large scoop of icecream on the spoon. This time it is deliberately sexual in nature, as he slides the spoon down into his mouth, further than it has any right to be. With practiced ease he swallows down the spoon, until nearly the entire thing is in his mouth, the cold metal making goosebumps rise along his arms. He holds it there and hums around it feeling the ice cream melt from the heat of his mouth. He wipes away a bit of drool that threatens to escape. Another pulse of heat. This time stronger and significantly more notable. He shifts a bit in his chair, realizing a bit of it has transferred to his physical form.
He blinks and realizes he might be crossing a boundary, but Sam’s soul pushes at him. Encouragingly. It seems that when in this state the human can’t hide his true emotions or thoughts. No furrowed brows of faked disappointment or crossed arms to hide behind. Sam’s voice wavers uncharacteristically.
“That's uh, new sensation.” a pause and he can feel a smirk in the words. “Though. I shouldn't be surprised. You do, apparently, give amazing blowjobs.”
Gabriel’s eyes widened. That’s when Dean walks in, setting down a bag full of what seems to be takeout on the kitchen table. His face falls into a stricken look of disgust.
“Sammy? The fuck are you doing?” As he takes in the sight before him, Sam with his feet kicked up onto the kitchen table, a spoon shoved down his throat, and an open container of already half-eaten ice cream in front of him. The archangel jolts and he coughs a bit as he instantly takes the spoon out of his mouth, ignoring the pang of disappointment from Sam. He should have known. Like that, in his purest form inhibitions will fall away. Sam won’t be thinking as logically as he would if he were driving this meat suit. He sets the spoon down onto the table and gives the man a sheepish smile. The gleam in his eyes is all sorts of wrong on Sam’s face.
“ Sorry.” Sam hisses out voices leaking with shame. “ I don’t know what came over me… Fuck. That ice cream was good.”
Gabriel replies inside of his mind while Dean just stares at him like he has grown a second head. “ Should have warned you. It’s all pure emotion while you’re like this. Logic doesn’t hold up as well. You’re pure unfiltered Sam Winchester! Who knew you had an oral fixation.”
He finally decides to break the staring contest he and the older Winchester are having, he waggles his fingers at him. “Sam-I-Am is not here right now! Please leave a message after the tone!”
Dean blinks and realization dawns over him, he shakes his head. “Gabriel. Damnit, Cas had warned me it was likely gonna be you running the show. Well -” he gestures for the man to stand. “C’mon shortstack, your fucking corpse has been rotting in a storage room for three days. Cas has done some work on it but you really have put that thing through the ringer. Shocked, it even was holding you still.”
Gabriel shrugs and he stands up putting the lid back onto the ice cream, he wanders over to the fridge and puts it back where he found it. Top-shelf of the freezer, damn is it good to be tall!
He stuffs his hands into his jean pockets, “Well, Dean-o I had been wearing that particular meat suit for several centuries! It is pretty dinged up I’m sure. Not to worry, it should take less than a month to fix it up! Then, I can keep resting up in my own body.”
The other hunter doesn't comment on that, merely shudders. So weird, watching Sam's face morph with that mischievous grin. Even the way he walked was so wrong. Dean keeps glancing to the side at the archangel possessing his brother as he walks through the bunker, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth every once in a while. He finally speaks up as they come to the storage room where he is keeping a human corpse.
“Is Sam, like, okay up there?” he asks, eyeing the man’s head. Gabriel pauses and he nods, tapping his temple.
“He is doing fine, don’t worry. He is essentially in the passenger seat so he can see and hear this. If he so chooses to be. I think right now though…” his brows furrowed and he went poking around for Sam.
He finds that the soul had wandered off closer to the back of his mind, shifting through their entangled memories. Digging into the archangels with an inquisitive hand. Sam occasionally is also reaching out, he is also observing the grace that is playfully curled around him. He grabs a tendril of it and pulls. The archangel clamps his mouth shut to keep a gasp from escaping as he feels the spark of pure euphoria bolts down his spine. As a human soul touches his grace directly. Heat floods into his physical body, a familiar coil of lust in his gut.
“Don’t do that!” Gabriel hisses to the human.
“ Why? It keeps poking at me.” Sam huffs back. He catches the sense of lust and his brows furrow. It seems that even though they have only been conscious for a few minutes, he is already manifesting more fully inside the mind-space.
“ Well, just ignore it. It is just trying to mess with you. I can feel when you pull on it.” The archangel glares at him, as he sees Sam glance curiously back at the grace. He can tell the human is thinking about repeating the action. Simply out of spite. And curiosity. “ Don’t.”
Dean just stares at the man as this silent conversation goes on. He looks helplessly at Castiel who is standing in the room with Gabriel’s dead body, his hands glowing with grace as he trails them over it. Healing centuries old damage. The angel feels the Winchester’s gaze and he looks up. His eyes follow Dean’s hand as he points to the taller man in the room, and he shrugs.
The older man sighs and he snaps his fingers in front of Gabriel, snapping him from his focus on the discussion inside of his mind. “Are you alive in there?”
Gabriel rolls his eyes and shoves Dean’s hand out of his face. “Yes, yes. Your brother is just being a little handsy with my grace. He is too curious for his own good.”
Dean huffs, “Don’t I know it. Sam could never keep his nose out of things he wasn’t supposed to be poking around in the first place.”
He steps around the hunter and walks up to Castiel. The angel instantly begins to give him a debriefing about the extent of the damage done, including on the subatomic level. How his vessel is frayed at the edge and the inside. He also seems to halfway go into a lecture too, about taking better care of his vessel. How maybe he should feed it something more than just candy. Gabriel isn’t listening as he simply takes a bit of his grace and wiggle it around inside of the body. It hums with familiarity. The body before him feels like home. It is also hella-disturbing to be looking down at his own pale-death stricken face. The faster he heals it, the faster him and Sam can get back to their normal routine. Or whatever normal looks for them.
And the less time Sam has to poke around too much: and discover the archangel’s horrible pinning for him. He can’t risk losing the human’s friendship over something like that. Sure, he flirts and teases Sam, but the man always laughs it off. Maybe he will make a lewd comment back. But that is just part of their dynamic, part of Gabriel’s fun. He knows that the hunter simply assumes he just does that with everybody, he is flirtatious by nature. He will be damned if that illusion gets broken. His heart pounds at the mere thought of Sam finding out how deep his affection runs. It would not only be embarrassing, but Gabriel would shatter if he was rejected. No. It is better for the hunter to never know. Usually, he isn't such a pissant about rejection. But Sam is different. This isn’t a simple sexual attraction, though that was certainly there.
He was in love for the first time since Kali. And Gabriel is the world's most ancient coward. He isn’t ready to take that step off the ledge that is love again. Not to mention, Sam is too good for him. He cracks his neck and he reaches out, hovering his hand over his vessel. His power crackles beneath his skin, lighting up his veins golden. He pushes grace out into his fingertips as he brushes them to the body’s chest.
The world goes dark the moment he releases the healing magic.
—
Rough hands were grasping his shoulder, shaking him awake, Sam groaned and he shoved Dean back a bit and he caught his hands against the floor as he almost flopped right back down to the floor when the man let go. Dean’s face was filled with worry and Castiel was standing behind him eyeing the human with a similar look. Sam rubs at his head a bit, feeling a knot there from where he had clearly hit it on the floor. One moment he had been walking around Gabriel’s memories, centuries of history flashing before his eyes. Somehow managing to intake all of the information. :Like a computer downloading a new program, and the next, he was here in the storage room. His eyes drifted to the table where the corpse of the archangel lays. He winced at the sight. At least it wasn’t split open anymore.
“What happened…?” he grumbles and Castiel offers a hand to help him to his feet which the younger Winchester accepts.
“I believe that Gabriel got overzealous with his powers. He tried to heal the remaining damage to his vessel in one go…all he did was knock you unconscious.” the angel explains calmly and Dean shakes his head crossing his arms over his chest.
“You’ve been out for only a minute or two luckily, but still scared the shit out of me.” he raises an eyebrow. “Is he still in there?”
Sam swallows a bit and he prods into his own mind, which is a weird sensation. Actually, all of this has to be one of the weirdest things he has ever done. Which is no easy feat to manage. He catches a sense of the archangel, feeling the familiar warmth. It reminds him of a spring day. He pokes at it a bit more aggressively and he hears a strange muffled grumble of words inside his mind. Other than that he doesn’t get a response from the bundle of golden-light he can see in his mind’s eye. His brows furrowed. He is relieved that the man is not dead, but concerned by why Gabriel thought it was a good idea to try and heal his vessel like that. Even Sam can sense the lack of power inside his body.
“Yeah, he’s in here. He seems to be asleep though?” he questions eyes drifting to Castiel who nods.
“That makes sense.” his eyes drift to the corpse on the table. “Wonder why he was in such a rush? We should give it about a week before we let him heal it. I can do what I can, but, should I put too much of my own grace into the vessel, it may reject him.”
Sam nods his head and he combs a hand through his hair. Dean rubs the bridge of his nose.
“This is so fucking weird. I hate angel mojo crap.” he spins around, “Whose hungry? I brought back some left-overs from Biggerson’s.”
Sam’s first thought instantly of ice cream. Then, dark-rich chocolate. Then a layered, red velvet cake with chocolate frosting, drizzled with caramel and sprinkles. He is a bit startled by the sudden craving for sweets, but feels a soft smile flicker across his face. Guess that is the ‘character bleed’ that Gabriel had been talking about. As strangely overwhelming as it is, it feels kind of nice to have someone so close. He is sure there is a level of intimacy about this situation he can’t quite grasp. After all he had not missed how the archangel had reacted to him touching his grace. He had just not been able to help it. He was simply too curious about all things angel, and Castiel only ever told him what they needed to know for a hunt or fight. Gabriel wasn’t much less secretive. He guesses it was in their nature.
Anyways, how bad could one-week sharing his body with a trickster archangel be?
Apparently, the worst. After a peaceful night of watching movies, the next morning Gabriel had woken up in the body. Sam complained for the first six hours of the day about the state of his greasy hair, and how Gabriel kept eating greasy takeout along with an unorthodox amount of candy. Despite, neither one of them being on the same physical plane at one time, the pair still managed to bicker, and downright argue with one another. Then, suddenly, upon the seventh hour: Sam was in control. Neither one of them knew how the switch happened.
The second day was worse. The pair swapped out at random points during the day. Causing whiplash for Dean and Castiel. The third day, Gabriel had painted Sam’s nails black and was threatening to dye his hair purple. Sam in turn, stopped him from eating any more candy. Day four through six was mostly uneventful: the pair seemed to have gotten a handle on things. Sam was able to take a shower without feeling like he was being watched and even changed clothes. Gabriel got his fill of candy, but let Sam workout enough to burn off the calories. They managed to form a symbiotic relationship. Much to Dean’s relief who had threatened to put a bullet through their head if they didn’t stop being weird and annoying. Castiel had seemed to find the entire thing amusing.
The seventh and final day of their little situation is when Sam made a terrible mistake. He had woken up in the body, as they had agreed upon on the fourth day. It was to allow him to get through his particular morning routine. The first thing he noticed was the power thrumming deep inside his body. It sent thrills down the base of his spine and made his body feel electrified. It seemed that Gabriel had been restored to full power. He can feel the archangel swirls and bounce with excitement inside of his mind, ready to be back in his own form and state of being. Sam felt an odd sense of loss as he realized they would be separated. He shook it off.
The second thing he noticed was his morning wood. A flush formed in his face and he groaned, he had known that slipping into Gabriel’s memories last night had been a bad idea. He glares down at the tent in his plaid-pajama pants as if that will his erection away. He slowly sits up stretching.
“ Are we ready to go? Cause I am!” Gabriel’s voice chirped and he could see flickers of his form inside of his mind, nothing but a glowing ball of pure energy. For a while, it had appeared to be a semi-humanoid shape, vaguely resembling the man’s vessel. Now it seemed there was too much grace to hold that form.
“ ...looks like lil’ Sammy is ready to go too.” he felt his snicker rattle through his ribcage.
Sam rubs at his face trying to get the heat in it to go down, something about the archangel’s tone sent slithers of lust down into his crotch. Only making his problem more obvious and less likely to go away. “You didn’t have to point it out…”
A shrug, “ Nothing to be ashamed of. It’s perfectly natural, especially since you went marching through my time in New Orleans circa 1985!”
The hunter rolls his eyes, “Which by the way: you sure know how to do Mardi Gra. You had, what, seventy-five necklaces by the end of the night?”
“ Seventy-six thank you! And not a single article of clothing left.”
He swallowed at being reminded, and he sucked in a breath as the vivid image flashed in his mind. He shifted on the bed, his erection now pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of his boxers. Fluttering sympathy passes through him and he could feel Gabriel begin to retreat into the back of his mind, his voice growing less-close. He could still hear it perfectly, but it simply felt further away. Distant.
“ Alright, kiddo. I'll let you take a cold shower, or rub one out. Promise I won’t watch or whatever.”
He wasn’t sure what came over him, later he would blame it on his half-asleep brain. Or the character bleed from the past week of sharing his body and mind with the perverted archangel. Sam would even blame the ridiculous idea that he had simply been thinking with his dick first, which is something he never did. But in the moment Sam shook his head no: and he felt the retreating archangel pause. A pulse of intrigue crackled in the back of his neck. A strange sexual tension has been forming between the pair for as long as Sam could remember. All the way back at Crawford Hall. For the most part, the hunter had ignored it. Shoved it down into the deepest depths of his repressed emotions. But this week? All the teasing. All the shared impulses and urges. Seeing hot, steamy memories. It had brought it back full force.
It didn’t help that his potential crush on the archangel Gabriel helped much. The human doesn’t say anything, he knows he doesn’t have to. He grabs the edges of his pants, and takes a deep-breath. His heartbeat is already picking up and he feels anxiety slide down his throat. This has to be the strangest thing he has ever done. Does this count as voyeurism? He isn’t sure. He fiddles with the hem of his pants a bit, swiping his thumbs beneath the fabric and into his underwear tracing his own hip bones. He feels a flutter of desire inside of his body, not from him. Gabriel has yet to say a word. He senses the angel move closer to the front of his mind. He shakes his head, fuck it. Might as well take the leap. He goes to toss his pants and underwear off, but a strange sharp zapping sensation goes through his fingers. Sam bites back a gasp.
“ Slowly.” it’s a whispered demand, the control in Gabriel’s voice making Sam’s cock twitch with interest. He sucks in a breath blinking a bit surprised. Then, his mind reminds him that he has one of Heaven’s most dangerous warriors inside his body. He does as he is told, a bit embarrassed by how easily he folds. It’s worth it though to feel the throb of euphoria down his spine. He already feels breathless as he shimmies his clothing down far enough for his length to spring free, his lust doubled as he can sense the archangel’s own buzzing in his head. Trailing goosebumps down the back of his neck. Sam can feel grace flickering across the top of his skin, golden tendrils appearing briefly.
Sam takes a deep breath, and he adjusts his body to get more comfortable in his bed, before reaching down and wrapping his hand around his swollen cock. He groans in the back of his throat as he does so, it has been too long since he masturbated. It wasn’t something he did often, never a priority.
“ You’re fucking gorgeous, Sam.” the angel’s voice sounds a bit broken and the praise washes over Sam in waves. Hearing him drop his real name sends a thrill down his spine, and he slowly begins to stroke himself. From his tup down to the base, applying more pressure with each pass. Until he has a solid rhythm built up. He blinks a little bit realizing that he hadn;t put any lube on his hand, yet there is a lack of uncomfortable friction. He realizes a bit too slowly as the haze of lust clouds his thoughts. That He does have lube dripped on his fingers. Gabriel must have snapped it up. He bites into his lip to keep any sounds from escaping him, as he sets a nice-steady pace with his hand. He hears Gabriel's breath hitch.
“Can -” he chokes a bit on a moan, as he swipes his thumb over his tip, smearing pre-cum along the side of his cock as he moves his hand back down. He has closed his eyes focusing on the energy pulsing inside of his body, deep-within his core. Further than anything could ever be. Ancient wild magic dancing there. The thought of him no longer being able to sense Gabriel there within the next few hours makes him feel hollow and sorrowful. “Can you feel this too?”
A choked gasp is his answer, as Sam bucks his hips up into his hand, feeling his orgasm build at a rather embarrassing pace, “ Fuck-!”
It was over all too quickly as Sam cried out, about the same time the archangel did. Feeling a jolt of tingling warm grace jump down his entire body, making his toes curl. He tossed his head back as he came, catching most of it into his fist to keep from getting it everywhere. He can feel it drop down between his fingers. The hunter lays there panting as his cock softens, feeling a hazy-bliss float through him. There is almost a purr-like sound in his head as Gabriel melts. The human shudders in his post-orgasm bliss, his muscles twitching and tensing up as he feels grace dance beneath his skin. Up and down his body. He drapes an arm over his face. His mind came back online.
Dread floods his body. He feels sick.
“ Woah, woah, calm down… ” Gabriel’s voice is a smooth-soothing tone.
Sam shakes his head, feeling a thousand emotions pile up. Shame. Guilt, disgust with himself. “How can you tell me to calm down? I just - did we just - what was that?”
A pause and Gabriel huffs, amused. Waves of calm are being sent through the human, who is slowly pushing away the bile. If the archangel hadn’t wanted to do that, he would have stopped him. “ We came.”
The hunter tries to let anger stir but instead, he finds himself laughing, it comes from somewhere in his chest too. Every other emotion washes away as the ridiculousness of the situation he is in settles in finally. He knows that the archangel cleaned him up, because he feels his arm that isn’t draped over his face wave its hand. It startled him how much more control Gabriel has over his body than he did yesterday. He can feel the man raise an eyebrow at him, as he slowly snuffs his laughter down into vicious giggling.
“ Looks like I broke you.”
Sam shakes his head, and he pulls his clothes back on, tucking his cock away into his underwear again. “No, no. Just..what the hell has my life come to? I just jerked off while an angel of the lord shared my body.”
He hears Gabriel laugh, “ No, no. You’re right. Man, you Winchesters have a weird life.”
A pause of silence, the tension growing.
Sam swallows, “Never talk about this again?”
He ignores the pang in his heart, that feels like a knife cutting through it as Gabriel spiritually nods slowly.
“Won't say a word, Sammich . ”