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A hiss snaked it’s way out through Sam’s teeth as he peeled back the blood soaked shirt covering Gabriel’s abdomen, trying to school his facial expression to try and appear calm and collected, but the largest of the gashes oozed out another spurt of blood and he scrunched up his nose.
“God,” Gabriel groaned, leaning his head up off the couch to get a look at himself after Sam’s visceral reaction to seeing his wounds, groaning again at the sight of even more blood than the last time he checked, and let his head drop back down to the cushions. “Ever heard of bedside manner? Tell me it’s fine!”
“It’s not fine, Gabriel…”
He groaned again, dragging it out into a petulant little whine and childishly kicked the heels of his feet against the armrest of the couch he laid across.
“I mean… I can stitch it-“ Sam started, already trailing off knowing what Gabriel was going to say and together with him he sighed and repeated,
“No stitches.”
“No stitches.”
“It’s going to leave you with a big ugly scar,” Sam tried to reason, perhaps if Gabriel wouldn’t do it for his health he’d do it for his vanity.
He probed the wound with the tip of his finger, scrunching his nose up as he went.
“Yeah… Hideous. No one’s ever going to sleep with you again.”
“Very funny, Sam,” Gabriel grumbled.
“I’m not trying to be. I think you’re undervaluing the seriousness of your situation here-“
Gabriel cut him off, snapping back at him, “I think you seriously undervalue my strength and ability to handle pain! No stitches! I’m going to heal!”
Sam shook his head and fell into silence after getting scolded, and bit back the urge to snap back about how Gabriel wouldn’t even be in this mess if he hadn’t run away, if he hadn’t taken off to do whatever was so damn important it was worth getting shivved with a fistful of claws for, when he could’ve stayed and Sam would’ve helped him regardless. He was weak, he could’ve ended up anywhere, he couldn’t wound up dead in the gutter or at the mercy of some other bastard who found themselves lucky enough to happen upon a fragile and bleeding archangel who couldn’t defend himself. It wouldn’t be worth it, any attempt at doing so Gabriel would only take as another hit to his pride, and he was already sulky enough.
A bandage alone wasn’t going to be enough to fix Gabriel, he needed something else to tide him over until his grace kicked back in again and started to stitch his flesh back together again if he wouldn’t let Sam do it the old fashioned way. He drummed his fingers against his knee, sighing as he tried to think, until inspiration hit him.
He rifled around in his ruffle bag, shoving aside weapons, clothes, junk… and pulled out a little round plastic container with an illegible cursive written label, and when Sam popped the top Gabriel would smell the magic immediately.
“Your witch friend, she make that too?”
“Lucky guess,” Sam said and held the pot of salve out to show Gabriel.
Gabriel peered into the tub and started dissecting it based on what he could smell and see alone, from even just that he could tell the quality was far beyond average witchcraft, “Boy, you sure do know how to make friends in some pretty damn high places, kiddo.”
“You should be grateful, that’ll be twice she’s saved your ass today.”
Gabriel smiled tightly and held his hand out for the pot, “Gimme then.”
“No, you won’t do it right. You’ll rush it because you think you’re above it all, so lie back,” Sam told him, snapping the pot out of Gabriel’s reach and nudged him to lie down and he was grateful Gabriel went without much further complaint.
Sam dipped his fingers into the pot then swept them over the jagged edges of the deep lacerations on Gabriel’s side, painting a thick layer of the salve around its edges hoping to avoid putting Gabriel through any added pain by not having to delve any deeper, but with further inspection he could see Gabriel hadn’t stopped bleeding yet and it wasn’t as though he was a very big man, a wound like that left unattended could have serious ramifications, so he grit his teeth and sighed,
“Alright… this is probably going to hurt,” he warned Gabriel.
Gabriel shrugged and settled in to lie flat and picked a spot in the ceiling to stare at, “Do your worst.”
Sam dipped his fingers back in the pot, and starting with the smallest of the slash wounds he graced the tip of his finger gently over the wound itself to apply a light layer. This one wasn’t so bad, and the consistency of the salve was thin enough that with just Sam’s fingers, the heat coming off Gabriel’s body, and mingling of the paste with the still warm blood oozing from his torn flesh, it was enough to melt it down and allow the magic to slip deeper into the wound without too much deeper probing and agitation.
Gabriel sighed as he felt the magic mashed up into whatever sludge it was that Sam was feeding into his bloodstream enter his system and begin to take the edge off at least, his chest rising and falling with a little more ease and the once taught body beneath Sam’s ministrations began to give way to his tender nursing.
Sam tried not to stare, it seemed highly inappropriate given everything going on around them but he’d never really gotten the opportunity to observe Gabriel in such an intimate setting before. His soft exposed belly, lined with a delicate strip of hair up to his navel; in his deepest most buried fantasies, Sam had always imagined Gabriel to be the type to be smooth all over, hair seemed so… mundane. It stirred something low in the pit of his own belly to watch Gabriel’s stomach rise and fall steadily, and bear witness to his misconception corrected with the sight of that tantalising trail that slipped below the waist of his slacks.
Gabriel lifted his head as Sam’s touches become slow and sloppy and perched up on his elbows to see what the problem was, and even that didn’t quite seem to snap Sam out of his daze, not until Gabriel’s stomach creased as he tried to sit up.
“Hey, nurse. I’m pretty sure you’re done there.”
Sam glanced back at his fingers on Gabriel’s wound, a thick smear of the healing salve all wasted on one single cut because of his distracted mind.
“Right- sorry…” Sam muttered, eyes darting back up to meet Gabriel’s and felt a mortified blush bloom across his cheeks and throat when he found the angel staring back at him with a knowing little smirk; subtle, but undeniably there; and it was a slight head spin when instead of being mercilessly taunted or worse- ending up on the receiving end of some of Gabriel’s filthy and frankly embarrassing flirting, Gabriel simply reclined again without comment.
Mercy? Sam’s blush deepened when a worse thought crossed his mind, ‘disinterest’. Maybe he wasn’t even worth the simple jibe. He couldn’t blame him, after all, Gabriel had only very recently broken free of the torment of Hell and through perhaps a long and creative stretch of the imagination Sam couldn’t believe Gabriel would even let something as diseased and demonic as Sam touch him like this after everything he’d been put through already.
He had a job to do though and he could abandon Gabriel in the middle of it, so Sam thought it best to get it done quick so Gabriel could get away from him. He hurried to scoop another glob of salve into his fingers and began to coat one of the larger gashes, this one a little deeper than the last.
He apologised softly under his breath knowing that he would have to push his fingers into the wound to treat it properly and it was going to undoubtedly hurt. Using his little finger to mitigate some of the harm done he probed deeper with the salve to coat the wound in its entirety and felt his heart leap to his throat at the soft groan that slipped from Gabriel’s lips.
“Am I… am I hurting you?” Sam asked, voice soft and damn near croaking.
Gabriel shook his head in answer, “Nothing I can’t handle, keep going.”
Sam nodded and as gently as he could he continued to dig his finger around in the depths of Gabriel’s cut, cleaning it thoroughly.
Gabriel fidgeted a little in discomfort, a soft whimper escaping his mouth and he caught Sam by the wrist.
“Just… slower. Go slower.”
Sam frowned and obliged, immediately slowly down his movements to act with a little more caution with the next slow swipe his finger through the wound to clear it of blood and debris.
“You’re okay,” he murmured, resting his free hand on Gabriel’s shoulder to still him. “I got you, I’ll be gentle.”
Gabriel sighed a trembling breath and released his iron grip on Sam’s wrist, a silent expression of trust that Sam was going to take care of him.
He whimpered again as Sam parted the folds of his skin with a second finger, and was gently shushed. His back arching a little at the discomfort and again Sam’s mind wandered…
He could almost forget the bloody scene before him and the sting of betrayal still lingering from Gabriel’s swift departure with every breathy moan out the angel’s mouth. He supposed Gabriel had always had a way of doing that, of making the obscene erotic. Though this time it wasn’t shrouded in mystery and jokes, this time it was pure, and uncensored, but just strange. His mind glazed over with the slight buck of Gabriel’s hips, the stuttered breathing making his chest rise and fall erratically, and god- another downright sinful whimper.
His fingers rocked back and forth rhythmically in the wound, slick and warm inside of Gabriel, and he felt his pants tighten with the inappropriate hardening of his cock. It was inappropriate. It was disgusting. He could hardly believe he was thinking about sex, that he was conflating the sounds of pain Gabriel was making with sounds he could possibly imagine him making in the bedroom, an opportunity he’d hoped to get at some point and never would if Gabriel thought he was some kind of perverted sick freak- and then…
Sam happened to glance up at the perfect moment with his sad little eyes and an apology on the tip of his tongue, all of it forgotten, with the witnessing of Gabriel catch his lower lip between his teeth to muffle a groan.
Brows furrowed together and eyes squeezed shut tight, teeth grazing his lower lip and then letting it go, plumper and reddened from the biting, all for Gabriel’s tongue to slide over leaving it shiny and slick with spit…
He was enjoying it.
Sam’s mind fritzed and his hands stuttered before stilling entirely. He was gone. All critical thought had fallen out his ears for all he cared.
Gabriel turned to observe Sam through lidded eyes and long lashes, sizing him up as if to challenge him. So he enjoys it, now what? Was Sam game enough to make a move after all this time? Or was he going to tuck tail and run away, either way Gabriel held all the cards and Sam felt like a deer staring down the double barrel of a gun, the illusion of choice; give in and risk being made fun of, or baulk and get made fun of.
Sam’s mouth dried under the scrutiny of such a heavy stare, and when Gabriel smirked and rolled his head to look away like he’d ‘won’ something here by Sam being chicken, he caught slight of another scratch just under Gabriel’s jaw. A little shaving nick.
It was sweet, and something so mundane that would never seem so out of place except for the fact it was on an archangel of all things. An all powerful creature, who’d apparently not had to struggle with the concept of shaving often enough to do it without hurting himself. A reminder that Gabriel wasn’t as tough as he postured himself, he was more fragile than he’d ever conceived possible for himself, he was vulnerable… Perhaps the only real trick being played on Sam here was the one that was convincing him that Gabriel was something to fear.
Gabriel’s not scary. He’s hurt, and he’s scared.
Sam reached out with his thumb to swipe a little of the cream over that cut too, trailing his thumb across Gabriel’s soft exposed throat to his chin and felt those jittering nerves from earlier begin to fade and his resolve settle firmly into place with the way Gabriel tipped his head back to bear his throat further for Sam, the angel’s skin prickling under his fingers, and when he took Gabriel by the chin to turn his head the last of his nervous energy was stamped out by the soft sigh of relief that came from the Gabriel right before their lips crashed together.
With all prior knowledge removed it would be laughable to call Gabriel jittery around intimacy, the second Sam met his lips in kiss Gabriel’s hands were in his hair; they were bunched up in the fabric of his jacket, beckoning Sam closer, pulling him up on to the couch; they were on his ass. Gabriel kissed like he was going to die and every second counted, pushing at Sam’s lips with a gentle neediness that begged for Sam to part his lips and let him in, and how could Sam deny him such a thing when Gabriel’s lips were so soft and his tongue so sweet. It was exhilarating, it felt like his skin was on fire, his chest ached, and he pulled away to gasp for air.
“Fuck. Christ-“
Gabriel laughed softly, and it felt so warm with sincerity in Sam’s ears after only knowing years of snide cruel laughter from the man, it almost didn’t sound right to hear something quite so melodic come from him.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”
“Seriously?” Sam hadn’t meant to blurt it out, but it was out now and his cheeks burned red with embarrassment. “No- not because- but I’m- because me too.”
“Okay, how about we stow the conversation for some other time, ‘cause I’m getting the vibe it’s going to be a long kind of talk with you and you’ve got me all riled up when your brother is going to be back any minute now. So, if we’re getting while the gettings good it better be right now.”
Sam moaned into Gabriel’s mouth, dragged back down into another hungry kiss before he could even give Gabriel an answer so he replied in a way he thought Gabriel would find more favourable anyhow; by slipping his hands under his white button up and hiked it up higher to expose the rest of his chest, and pulled away from the kiss. He chuckled and relished for a moment in the aggravated little huff that fell from Gabriel’s lips before he reassured him there would be no more awkward fumbling around with the lowering of his lips to the angel’s chest.
“Relax, I said I was going to take care of you. Let me,” Sam murmured between kisses, grazing his teeth against the soft skin of Gabriel’s chest and down to his belly.
Ignoring Gabriel’s attempts to try and pull him back up he pressed his tongue to Gabriel’s skin and groaned at the familiar tang to the taste of blood, and gently sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of Gabriel’s stomach hard enough to leave a little red imprint of his teeth, then shifted to another bare strip of skin. Reverently he made his way down the slight swell of Gabriel’s stomach, leaving a collection of bite marks and hickies that had Gabriel’s toes curling and his fingers tangled tight in Sam’s hair, whining whenever Sam’s tongue would glaze over the indentations made in his skin.
“You know, Sammy, I’m no pillow princess. I can-“
Gabriel was shushed, and Sam popped the button on his slacks and unzipped them to slowly slide them down and free Gabriel’s hardening cock from its confines.
“You’re hurt, and something is clearly happening here. So whatever it is you’re fighting you won’t be able to do it if you don’t let this wound heal, so please, lie down and let someone else take care of you for once.”
“But I can-“
Sam shushed him again, firmer this time, and Gabriel got the point and slumped back down on the couch.
“I am taking care of you. Let me,” he told Gabriel, leaving zero room for anymore argument. “For gods sake, let me.”
Gabriel frowned and loosened his grip on Sam’s hair, a hand falling to catch Sam’s hand and tangle their fingers together, “Okay. It’s okay. You’ve got me.”
Sam rested his forehead against Gabriel’s stomach, feeling his heartbeat thrumming and steady beneath the skin and the feel of Gabriel’s fingers delicately scratching at his scalp. He took a moment just to breath him in, the smell of his sweat and blood mixing with the sweet smell of the salve, and steadied once more he pressed a tender kiss to Gabriel’s stomach, and then sank down between his thighs and with the rising return of his hunger he raked his tongue up the shaft of Gabriel’s cock.
Sam sealed his lips around the head of his cock and lapped at the slit in the tip until Gabriel was squirming and pulling at his hair, it didn’t take all that long to wind the angel up to overstimulation and it took Sam by surprise that in the weeks Gabriel had been running around the country doing god knows what by himself he hadn’t taken the opportunity to let off a little sexual steam, he couldn’t have been with a reaction like that, Sam thought of himself as pretty good at giving head but not good enough to have Gabriel’s hips twitching with the desire to buck up into the wet hot pleasure of Sam’s mouth already. Gabriel had to be pent up and desperate.
Gabriel whined and it sent a shiver down Sam’s spine, and slowly he edged further down his cock with the encouragement. God, he looked delectable from such an angle, it was pornographic, people didn’t really look like that in real life- except Gabriel did. With his jaw hung open giving Sam an uninterrupted filthy continuum of moans from out those rosy little lips; and the way he grasped at his own chest, raking his nails over bare skin leaving track marks, and whimpering as they caught on his nipples; and his hair tousled and clinging to his forehead and cheeks. It stirred the arousal so deep in Sam’s stomach he felt dizzy, dizzy with the desperation to watch that go on forever. Watch the way Gabriel’s chest stuttered as Sam hollowed his cheeks and drooled over the angel’s cock, letting it pool between his legs where Sam could scoop it up on his fingers and tease them along the curve of Gabriel’s ass just to test the waters and moaned around his cock when Gabriel’s thighs slid apart further to welcome the touch.
He circled the rim of Gabriel’s ass with his finger, slick with spit and salve, and gently relaxed the muscle until he could push it in. Once in he rocked it back and forth, so wet and warm, and so damn tight. He didn’t need him any more relaxed than just this though, all he needed was one finger he could angle just right to push up against the little bundle of nerves nestled just inside Gabriel’s ass to get him crying out Sam’s name.
He toyed with Gabriel’s nerves, pushing into them with every thrust of his finger inside and rapidly started to pick up the pace. He wondered if maybe he himself could orgasm from this alone, to Gabriel’s erratic hip thrusts pushing his cock further down Sam’s throat as he chased his own building orgasm and the the high pitched whines falling from his lips every time Sam’s finger grazed over his prostate.
Sam relaxed his jaw and finger fucked Gabriel harder, his eyes glazing over with pure lust as he watched the angel fall apart in front of him and take from him what he needed. He’d let go, surrendered himself into Sam’s care, and it was beautiful.
Breathy whispers of, “Sam, Sam, Sammy,” we’re repeatedly made by Gabriel, his hand tightening in Sam’s, and though he couldn’t find his way to words Sam got the message loud and clear.
He bobbed his head in time to Gabriel’s shallow thrusting, catching his cock in motion to swallow deeper as he ceaselessly caressed the nerves in his ass until Gabriel tensed and came, painting the back of Sam’s throat with it.
They pulled apart both panting for air, Gabriel boneless and splayed over the couch and Sam slumped back against the coffee table still achingly hard in his jeans. He pawed his denim covered cock as he watched Gabriel try put all his thoughts back inside his head, relishing in the satisfaction of a job well done.
“Fuck… I can’t even… remember…” Gabriel started, and trailed off for a moment as if to try and think as hard as he could in his current state. “… the last time. Ugh, I think it was probably Casa Erotica- do you remember that?”
Sam laughed as he slipped a hand under the waistband of his pants to grope at his cock, “I try not to. That was real? I just assumed you’d whipped it up into existence with the snap of up ur fingers- you really took the time to do that? In the middle of the apocalypse?”
“There’s always time, Sam.”
Sam laughed but it was cut short as he honed in on something Gabriel couldn’t hear, the distant jingling of keys, the gait to the footsteps down the hall.
“Oh fuck, Dean’s coming.”
He yanked his hand out of his pants and tried to rearrange to hide his erection and hoped it would go away before Dean could notice and call attention to it- god, he would never live that down if Dean found them out not from Sam getting to tell him but instead by getting caught mid hanky-panky like stupid horny teenagers.
The lock of the door started to rattle as Dean shoved his key inside.
Gabriel yanked up his pants and buttoned them as quickly as he could while Sam leapt up off the floor to sit beside Gabriel with some sort of respectable enough distance, and Dean walked in on them fussing on the sofa, and Gabriel’s shirt still shoved up over his chest.
“You’re still not done with that? I can stash a whole body and you can’t bandage a little cut?” Dean sighed, raising an eyebrow at Gabriel’s still exposed but no longer bleeding wound.
“He was cut with claws,” Sam said, his voice a little hoarse but he quickly cleared his throat and moved on. “They could be dirty, and he’s never had to fight off an infection before. They had to be cleaned properly.”
“Whatever Nurse Jackie, just patch him up already.”
Sam met Gabriel’s eyes to give him a warning glance to not dare to laugh right now, and picked up the large bandage to cover the claw wounds on his stomach while Dean wandered over to sit with them and make sure Sam was doing it right which set them both a little of edge, but Gabriel stayed silent, and Dean silently approved of the work done.
Dean sniffed and sighed, “Man, I cannot wait to get back home and out of this place. This dump reeks like sex...”