Sabriel One Shots

Chapter 69 Bitches

WHO ELSE IS IN TEARS BECAUSE OF 13x17? OMC THERE WAS 10 REAL SECONDS OF SABRIEL MOMENTS TOO! I AM READY FOR THE CONTINUATION OF MY BABY'S RECOVERY!  

"We've been together for awhile now why haven't you done it yet?" Sam urged and I sighed, he was asking about this again.

"I have to be sure you're willing to take it," I explain, "you have to understand that if the feeling isn't mutual it could KILL you to have this mark."

"So you don't think I love you?" Sam asked in a slightly hurt tone of voice.

"It's not that I just don't want to take any chances," I sighed, "I love you and I know you love me it's just... I don't want to hurt you."

"Gabriel I promise it'll be fine," Sam said and ran his hand over my cheek, "Dean has Cas' and I want yours."

"I don't understand why it's necessary either," I tilt my head, "it's just a burn on your skin that leaves a scar."

"But you told me all this," Sam softens his eyes, "it's something that marks me as yours, it lets your grace touch my soul through the skin. It's like a wedding ring but more permanent."

"What if we don't work out," I mumbled and Sam blinked at me in disbelief.

"You have doubts?" He said and his eyes threatened tears, he pulled his hand from my face.

"No, but people have always come and gone," I admitted with a small shrug, "I'm not much I mean... I doubt myself more than I doubt us."

"Have you always thought that?" Sam asked and laced our fingers together. 

"A little," I bit the inside of my cheek, "I always tried to ignore it but the thought is coming back."

"Gabriel," Sam said sharply, "when we saved you all those years ago from Asmodeous, why do you think I wanted you to stay here? I love you and you're important to us, you're worthy of everything. That's why I tried so hard to get your grace back and it's back, it's important to you and you deserve whatever will make you even the slightest bit happier."

"Hate when you talk to me like that," I joked and ran a hand over my face.

"I hate when you do the same to me but you need to hear it," Sam said and gathered me into an embrace. I wrapped my arms around my waist and held him tight, his head rested in my shoulder. 

"We have to be fucking for this to work by the way," I giggled.

"I have no problem with that," Sam mumbled into my shoulder. He kissed my neck gently and sighed, holding me close as he could. I rubbed circles on his back with my palms trying to soothe both of us, we have little bumps in the road every once in a blue moon but we always recover. We yell and bicker, somebody says something they regret, there's tears, and then there's apologizes and comforting each other. That was the cycle when we'd have something wrong. It would happen a max of 3 times a year, we almost never had problems. We are perfect.

"6 years," I whispered under my breath. Sam let out a small laugh and carded his fingers through my hair, I closed my eyes and listened to him breathe.

"You're a perfect little angel," Sam whispered and kissed behind my ear, "everything I'll ever want is right here in my arms."

"I love you so much," I said.

"I love you too," he responded and kissed the top of my head. We pulled away from each other but I kept my hands on his sides, rubbing them up and down gently. He leaned forward and met my lips, kissing me gently and lovingly. 

"Do you want to be marked now?" I asked and he hummed a 'yes'.

"As soon as possible," he whispered on my lips before kissing them again. He sucked my lower lip to lock our lips, being gentle and passionate instead of rough and lustful. We went back and forth between the two, some were weirder than others. He lowered me down to the bed and his hands ran up my sides and chest to cradle my face with both hands, I put my hands around his waist and pulled him closer to me. 

"You can't force it," I said and he nodded. He understood since I constantly reminded him when he asked, he kissed down my jaw and neck hungrily. I groaned and my mouth fell open when he undid my pants, pulling them off in a single swift movement. He pulled my shirt over my head and he pulled his own shirt off, I traced my eyes over his torso because godDAMN I had to every time. I snapped my fingers so there was lube on the table beside me, he smirked and pulled my boxers off. He moved down and he traced his tongue around my entrance, I hissed and he moved his tongue up the length of my dick and pulled away. 

"Sweet little bottom huh?" He whispered and kissed my lips again, I moaned and smiled a little bit. He reached his arm over to grab the lube while still kissing me, I heard the bottle crack open and he pulled from my lips. He coated his fingers and I snapped my fingers, removing his pants and boxers. He let out a small laugh before pressing a finger into me, only to his knuckle and he circled my walls. I arched my back and bit my lip to be sure I wasn't screaming, I'm a vocal lover. Call me old-fashioned but I like the boy to know when to keep doing something if I want more I will let it be clear. 

"Sam," I breathed out and he pushed another finger in. Both were still shallow and he pushed them both in more, I moaned and he started to stretch me open. He scissored and stretched, I whimpered and moaned as he did it. When he was finally satisfied he pulled his fingers out, making me whine a little and he chuckled again. He put more lube in his hand and lubed himself up, I watched as he stroked himself a little bit as he did it. His eyes closing and he bit his lip. He moved up to my face, his hands on either side of me. 

"You ready, it'll burn?" I smirked and he pressed his lips against mine, he hummed a 'yes' and slowly pushed his hard member into my aching and stretched hole. We both moaned, his breath hit my face as he moaned out. He moved in and out slowly, I breathed in time with his thrusts and he moaned when I'd tighten around him involuntarily. I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. He put his face on my shoulder and moaned against my skin, I panted out quiet moans and my grace twitched. It happened every time we had sex but this time my grace got to feel the pleasure too, the pleasure I was feeling physically. 

"Oh fuck," I moaned and dug my fingernails into his back. My toes curled and my grace surged inside, making me warmer and making my back tense. I focused it to go to my hand, effectively burning Sam's skin slowly. 

"Gabriel," he breathed out and moved only with his hips, "ah Gabriel." It was done, my grace surged inside me. It felt so different than it ever had, the human emotion of love was powerful to me but the grace and soul attachment is beyond words. We were one and it was safe, it was warm and gentle yet the feeling was strong. I moaned out a loud moan before cumming in the little space between us, Sam doing the same not even a second later. He collapsed onto my chest and I pulled my hands from his neck, I unwrapped my legs from his waist. 

My grace was dancing like a golden sheet in the wind, feeling carefree and protected. It felt free but attached to something more than itself, felt happy and loved. It felt like nothing bad would happen and it also felt protective, like it had a duty to watch over the human on top of me. It was riddled with 5 small green dots of jealousy, not too big since there wasn't anything to be jealous of. It wasn't jealousy but protectiveness, not too much but not too little. 

"Clean up babe," Sam muttered and knocked me out of my daze. I nodded and snapped my fingers, I held my fingers to his cheek lovingly and soothed the pain from the burn on his neck, my small hand was now permanently burned into his flesh. 

"You feel okay?" I asked quickly and he nodded, I smiled tucked some of his hair behind his ear. 

"I love you," I whispered, "you're perfect and you're my one and only."

"Love you too," Sam said, "you're my entire world." Sam held me close to his chest, he drifted to sleep and I laid my hand over the handprint on the side of his neck. My grace danced once again.