Firsts

♡ Gabe's Curse

Shangai, people! I need a better name for y'all then people... I could be like Gerard and call you piggies... nah *shivers*

This will be major Sabriel, in a sort of au when Dean's with Lisa and Cas isn't there. Idk what else, just that those two will not be at the bunker for any reason. And all of it's just kinda screwy but just work with me here.

But no one said anything about Charlie... 😈👿 (Even though she's not in the fic)

Also, this might get a little graphic, so I'm warning you now. If you're very PG, skip to the next one. Even though there's no smut, there are mature descriptions and comments.

Dis is Gabe's POV ♡

I hated being an angel some days. I also hated getting in fights with stupid, bitchy gods. It wasn't my fault that Cupid's hair looked like a moth and a dirty cat blanket made love and gave birth to the godchild of hot water!

Now I was stuck being constantly horny. All because I insulted a haircut. I had to wear a longer, baggy shirt to hide my... problem.

No matter what, it was a constant. My thoughts were always full of things that would make a nun faint and trying to fix it didn't work. I was stuck like this.

The only way to make it stop was to find my soulmate and kiss him or her. Cliche. Then I'd be back to normal. At least, that's what I'd been promised.

Cupid sucked. More than just dick. No, I didn't know from experience. Hercules is a total gossip.

I didn't really believe in soulmates. I mean, an angel's soulmate was supposed to be able to see the wings and the celestial tattoo we had. No one had.

I guess it didn't help that my tattoo was on my chest and my wings were always tucked in.

Honestly, I didn't know where to start. So naturally, I teleported to the bunker, hoping Sam could help in any way.

The moose was relaxed on the couch when I flew in. Sam bolted up, accidentally kicking the coffee table in his surprise and letting out a string of swears. He stared at me with bug eyes. "What the hell, Gabe?"

My problem got ten times worse hearing his voice. I was starting to shake from restraining myself. The last chick that smiled at me almost got thrown against the wall.

"I have a major problem," I told him tensely, my teeth ground together.

Sam's eyes flicked down. "Anyone with eyes knows that," he said with a laugh, shifting his position.

I shook my head violently. "That's the problem, but at the same time, it's not," I said, launching into my recap story.

When I was finished, Sam was looking somewhere between amused and mortified. "Remind me to compliment Cupid," he got out, voice high, as he rubbed the back of his neck, wincing at my issue.

I bitch faced him. "Sam, this is serious! I've almost done quite a bit. Literally and figuratively."

He shook himself and turned serious. "Why not just walk around with your wings out and see who gives you a second glance?"

"Showing off my wings is basically the angel equivalent of walking up to the president buck naked while he's delivering a speech."

Sam cringed. "Ok, then what about your tattoo?" he asked, the hope in his voice evident.

"It's on my chest," I told him, rubbing it subconsciously. "I don't think it'd be appreciated if I walked around without my shirt, especially like this."

Sam sighed. "I'll get to looking. In the meantime, do... something." He shook his head and walked out in the direction of the library.

Over the next few days, I got used to it. That didn't mean I was ok or comfortable, it meant I got used to being more careful and was better at controlling it.

I stayed at the bunker with Sam, and we'd shared many a weird experience.

First, when I'd went to get in the shower, I'd forgotten a towel, so I'd had to hurry back to my room to grab one. I hadn't bothered to put my shirt back on and I bumped into Sam as I was coming around a corner. He'd looked at me for a moment before awkwardly walking past.

Then, there was the time when I'd been dancing in my room in just my boxers to the Misadventures album by Pierce the Veil. My dance moves were all awkward like teenage potatoes and when I'd finally noticed Sam, he was staring at me.

What I couldn't figure out was why his face looked sort of amazed at first, but quickly shifted to a mix of amusement and horrified.

The week continued with Sam acting generally strange. He would usually be lost in thought until I did something to pull him back. When he looked at me, there was always something unreadable in his gaze.

On Friday, I was sitting on the couch watching It Could Happen To You, because I'm a manly angel. Sam came into the room with a determined, but still timid look on his face.

"Hey, Gabe?" he asked, his voice slightly lower than it usually was.

I looked up at his moose form as he came to stand in front of me. "Yeah, Sammich?"

He bit his lip. "I'm going to try something, ok? I think I found the solution to your problem."

I nodded. If it worked, I'd be back to normal. Sam probably wasn't going to go what I hoped he would, though.

Oh, I never really explained that part, did I? Well, I'd fallen for the moose big time a while ago. I just knew I'd never have him after all the shit that he went through, and the angelic difference. I just didn't think it would work out even if he did somehow miraculously love me, too, so I kept it inside.

Sam gave me a look, asking once more for clarification. I nodded again.

The hunter slowly inched forward with a shyness I'd never seen from him. He crawled until he could straddle my waist, ignoring my problem and making my breathing hitch.

Sam's eyes flickered to my lips just before he leaned down and pressed them to his. I fought back a content sigh and reached an arm up to wrap around his neck, bring him closer.

Now assured, Sam flipped us in one smooth motion so that he was lying on the couch with me on top of him. He curled his arms around my waist as he moved his lips with a fire against mine.

Slowly, he pulled back. "Feel better?" he asked in a husky, out of breath voice.

I grinned. "A little. Now it's just because of you." I pressed my lips gently back to his, and he bit down on my lip softly.

I groaned. "I wouldn't try that, Sammy. You might get more than you bargained for."

He laughed, and he asked, "Why didn't you say anything about us?"

"I didn't want to get my hopes up," I confessed, snuggling my head into his chest. "I didn't think you'd ever love me."

Sam nudged my head with his. "I figured it out when I saw your tattoo before you showered," he told me. "You're wings were just a bonus."

It was my turn to laugh. "I still need to get rid of my problem, you know," I pointed out suggestively.

"I did read something about angel wings."

I grinned. "We do have the bunker to ourselves." His mouth curved up and I leaned in to kiss him, actually thanking Cupid for this. That little fanboy.

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