Sabriel One Shots

Body Shots

He licks up my neck and the salt there feels harsh against my skin, he pulls the lime out of my mouth with a smirk and I giggle. His breath smells heavily of tequila and I hear Dean cheer obnoxiously, I loved seeing drunk humans. 

"How does that taste?" I laugh and he shakes his head, his hair messing up. He smirked with the lime still in his teeth before wincing at all the flavors, he looked so fucking good when he was messy though.

"Even better off of you," Sam spit out the lime into a solo cup. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue hitting my lips hungrily. 

"Come on guys," Dean complained before Sam pulled away.

"You proposed body shots," I argued.

"Yeah but Cas won't do 'em and I don't need to see that," Dean pouted and Castiel sighed. 

"I don't want to promote your drinking," Castiel grumbled with his arms crossed. Dean walked over to Castiel and embraced him, one hand on the side of his face and the other on his waist. Castiel smiled slightly and moved into Dean's hand on his cheek, Dean ran his thumb over Castiel's stubble and smiled back before kissing him softly. 

"I promise we'll be okay baby," Dean whispered and pressed his forehead into Castiel's.

"And we can't kiss," I complained. 

"Sam was tongue punching you I don't wanna hear it," Dean said with his face still against Castiel's. 

"Whatever," Sam shrugged and kissed me again. He was getting messy and heated, his hands moving to a lot of places. Everything was rough and done drunkenly, making me get turned on 100 times more. I'm not drunk but drunk Sam was my favorite, not the drunk part but the messiness and roughness of it all. I moan quietly and pull him onto the table, a few plastic cups fall along with a few shots glasses.

"You're gonna break those what the-" Dean yelled.

"Stop or I'm spraying you with a fucking water bottle," Dean warned. I wasn't stopping I couldn't care less, it felt a little fun to do this in front of Dean. Mostly because he'd been so fucking mean to me before I died, after I came back from the dead, and again when me and Sam got together. I wanted revenge and I guess this was a fun way to get it.

"Cut it out," Dean said. Nothing. Me and Sam remained with our lips locked together and our hands on each other, Dean sighed and ran a hand over his face. He picked up one of the plastic cups and left the room, I assumed he was getting something to drink and he'd head off to bed with Castiel. I was wrong. Very wrong. He poured ice water on Sam's back causing him to pull off of me suddenly and he poured it on me too, it was so cold it almost burned. I used my grace to warm myself back up, my lip bled since Sam pulled away rapidly and he bit my lip in his process of snapping up. 

"That's cold what the fuck?" Sam complained and sat on his knees, his legs on either side of me. 

"You wouldn't knock it off," Dean laughed. 

"Oh shit did I get your lip?" Sam worried and bent down to my face, cupping it as he looked at my lip.

"Yeah but it's fine," I respond and he squints at it. He nods and makes the cutest confused puppy face, he sits back up and Dean is still laughing. 

"Hey that was uncalled for," Sam whined, "I accidentally hurt my angel because of you!"

"He can heal himself," Dean rolled his eyes. 

"And?" Sam said and Dean mocked his voice. 

"What time is it?" I ask and Sam looks at his watch.

"Almost 4 'o'clock," Sam answers, "Gabe we outta go to bed."

"Yeah probably," I say and he climbs off of me. He almost falls and I grab his waist, we both laugh and wave Castiel and Dean off to bed. We've barely gotten to Sam's room when we hear them sucking each other's faces, Sam gives me the most suggestive face and I swallow. I debate my options, I wanna fuck but Sam probably should get some sleep.