Supernatural Oneshots (take 2)

Gabe's prostitution- Sabriel

⚠️mentions of prostitution and rape⚠️

Gabriel has been a male prostitute for years. He's never really had enough money and he can't hold a job because of his chaotic tendencies. So the next best thing, he thought, was prostitution.

Sam pulls into the back parking lot of the bar that he's a regular at. Gabriel opens the door to his truck and Sam turns to him. "What would you like to do tonight, Sammy?" Gabriel smiles, putting a hand on Sam's side, feeling the defined muscles under his clothes.

"I- I just want to... to hang out I guess." Sam breathes, thinking that his and Gabriel's odd relationship has gotten out of hand. They've been meeting up for a few months now, Gabe pleasing Sam like Sam's never felt before. Sam, though, has begun to feel guilty about it. He doesn't want to just use Gabriel, he's actually caught feelings for him, but he's a prostitute. It can't work if he's still in this line of work.

"Oh." Gabe says, pulling his hand away from Sam's body and sitting against his window, facing Sam. "What's wrong?" Gabe asks, hoping that Sam won't say that he's stopping their meetups.

"I just. I feel bad for... for doing this." Sam sighs, putting his fingers on his eyes. "I don't want you to have to do this anymore. I wish you could get out of this life, to find someone to love and to count on. Not... not prostitution." Sam says, worried that he's overstepping.

"I- Sam where is this coming from?" Gabe asks, confused and also happy that Sam wants this for him. He's wanted this for years, but he hasn't ever been able to get it.

"Lately I've just been feeling guilty about this whole meetup thing. I... I don't want to just use you." Sam admits, frowning and pulling his fingers away from his eyes. He looks at Gabe and Gabe has a sad smile on his face.

"It's not like I'm being forced into anything. Not now, at least. I.. I enjoy it..." Gabe admits hesitantly. He doesn't really know if he enjoys his work anymore, but he doesn't want to admit it yet.

"Gabe, it's not that. You have sex... for money. That has to suck. I know you don't like doing this. You've told me before, I just... I don't know how to help you out, but I really want to." Sam says. He knows Gabe loves sex, but it has to get exhausting. There's no way it's enjoyable each and every time.

"I know, Sammy. I can't find a job that will keep me, though. I've tried. For years. This is the only work that will keep me making money. It's all I'm good at." Gabe says, tears coming to his eyes.

"No it isn't, Gabriel." Sam says, pulling Gabe into a hug. Gabe sighs into Sam's chest. He loves touching Sam. More than any other customer he has. He's more of a friend than an employer.

"Why won't any other job take me? Why can't I find someone to just like me the way I am?" Gabe says, pushing Sam away. "You just want me for sex. That's what you pay me for. That's what we do." Gabe says, mad that Sam's even saying that it isn't the only thing he's good at.

"I like you the way you are." Sam says, softly, bringing a hand to Gabe's cheek.

"You don't even know me." Gabe says simply, opening the truck door to get out.

"Wait!" Sam says, but Gabe shuts the door and starts walking off, hands going to his eyes. Sam turns off his truck and follows after him. "Gabe, please," Sam says, grabbing Gabe's hand when he reaches him.

"What Sam? I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know it's sick and perverted. I know. What do you want from me?" Gabe asks, turning to Sam and letting tears stream down his face.

"I want you safe." Sam says, simply. "I want you to be safe and have a partner. I want you to be happy with your work. I want you to not ever get taken advantage of ever again. I want you to not get raped ever again." Sam says, holding Gabe's hand in his and stroking his thumb over the man's knuckles.