Sabriel One Shots

Memories

Sam was alone in his room, it had been more and more commonplace since Gabriel had been busy lately. Disappearing to heaven, doing what he could to help-- 

Sam wasn't the biggest fan of this, it was strange how he'd grown from liking silence to hating not having that familiar voice or that quiet breathing. The quiet pitter patter of the other's heartbeat, Gabriel gave himself some of these human qualities so that Sam could feel the intimacy of a human relationship.

Reading was an easy way for Sam to ignore the nagging in his brain, the nagging was the overwhelming anxiety that something would happen to Gabriel. He wasn't worried until he was absorbed in the quiet, what if... no, but what if... NO SAM NO! But it's possible. Sam would sigh at himself and pick up a book, the thought would fade and he'd be better. The worst of it was at night when he was laying in bed, cold, just so cold. There was such an eerieness to it, the overly articulated reminder that Sam was alone. And what if it was like this forever, he didn't come back as he always promised? "I'll be back my sexy moose don't worry." he'd follow it with a long, promising kiss to Sam's knuckles.  The warmth from his lips would linger aimlessly on Sam's hand and he'd overly relish in it, sometimes there'd be a smudge of saliva that he wouldn't wipe off but instead let dry on his skin. 

When Gabriel appeared back to Sam, Gabriel would appear before him. Most of the time when he was alone so that Sam could erupt into a fit of giggles before kissing Gabriel's lips in a playful, longing sort of way. Sam knew exactly when Gabriel got to the bunker before Gabriel knew he was in the bunker, it always took Gabriel by surprise when Sam was able to pin him to the closest object without Gabriel even knowing what room he was in. 

Sam would smell Gabriel in the room, it'd hit his nostrils so fast that his instincts kicked in and he was up and alert. There was a full windy sound, the whipping sound of Gabriel's wings. If the smell didn't hit Sam it was the sound, the sound was louder and fuller than Castiel's. 

At first, it all threw Gabriel off, he didn't see Sam as the type to be so affectionate. But as time went by, he realized Sam was just happy to be in love again. To finally be able to stick to something, Gabriel reminded him he was alive and that there was something to look forward to. Otherwise, he knew it was his death and the only other important person- Dean- would be dying with him. No matter what, they'd die together. 

Sam didn't even think about these things anymore, there was some future he saw that wasn't just the inevitable. It was Gabriel. He'd feel Gabriel's hands, he'd hear Gabriel's laughter swirling smoothly with his own, he'd taste Gabriel's lips and skin, he'd smell the- almost honeylike- smell of Gabriel next to him or on his pillows and sheets, and he'd see the angel. He'd see his angel. It was a belonging of his that kept his heart up and alert, kept his brain happy, kept his emotions optimistic, and the idea of death wasn't even considered. He WANTED to be alive because he had that, he had Gabriel to look forward to before he died. He didn't want to think about the day he and Gabriel got ripped apart, he wanted to live with his memories and he wanted to continue making memories with the angel. 

--Sam sighed and debated reading, he didn't want to. He laid back and closed his eyes, his arms folded behind his head trying to relax. He stretched his legs out in front of him on his bed, taking a deep breath and thinking. Christmas. He smirked, remembering how fun his Christmas'es with Gabriel truly are. Especially the Christmas last month when they fucked under mistletoe when kissing didn't seem to suffice or satisfy either Sam or Gabriel, but that's not what Sam thought about. Not yet at least. 

He thought about his gift he got from Gabriel, two sweaters. One was Gabriel's and one was his, Gabriel's saying I've been naughty and Sam's saying I've been nice. Sam loved it so much, he liked wearing it out with Gabriel in public. It made him feel proud that he could say Gabriel was his, he liked showing Gabriel off whether the reaction was good or not. Gabriel had told Sam don't get me anything I snap what I want into existence. So Sam decided to give Gabriel whatever he wanted when they fucked under the mistletoe, Gabriel gave Sam a weak smile after and thanked Sam for his gift. He claimed it was a great Christmas and Sam could still, a month later, undoubtedly agree. 

Sam thought about that night, getting further and further into thought. He noticed his pants getting tighter at the thought of the angel, naked under the mistletoe and having random pieces of ribbon he'd snapped into existence wrapped around him. The red ribbon had glistened in the light as Sam scanned his eyes over Gabriel's slightly chubby frame, a small blush always formed on the angel's face when Sam would do this--

Gabriel knew Sam liked what he saw and that made him blush, the predatory and lust filled eyes trailing over his features, his eyes were so flooded with intent and yet there was this sense of worship swimming in them. Sam worshipped the way Gabriel looked, his vessel, Sam would kill if someone threatened to change the way Gabriel looked. In any way. 

--Sam palmed himself through his pants, wondering what he should do. The obvious idea was there, slip his hand in and let himself release, but he wondered if that'd satisfy him for the time being. He sank further into his pillows and kept his hand still, keeping it cupped over his ever twitching member. He let his memories become more and more vivid slipping deeper into the memory, overly similar to the way he slipped deeper into the pillows. The smell of Gabriel filled Sam's nose as his face got closer to the pillows and sheets, effectively turning him on more. 

He remembered leaving all the ribbon tied around Gabriel as he bottomed out into the shorter man, Gabriel breathy moans his lips and his teeth would torture Sam's right ear the entire time. The entire time Sam would sweat as he thrust into the angel, the slickened skin let the red ribbon fall silently and unknowingly to the floor.

Sam's mind was in bliss thinking of the night, he felt his hand getting fuller. Once he released himself from the denim and cotton prison, he moved slowly. Teasing himself was hard, his back would arch and ever fiber of his being screamed more but he wouldn't. He'd savor the moment so the pleasure could carry on longer, the ending feeling better in the long run. He teased himself as long as he could hold, which wasn't long but it seemed like an eternity in his head. He moved at the pace that his body suddenly craved, panting and moans poured from his mouth as quiet as he could manage. His eyes were closed, still focused on the image of his boyfriend half wrapped in sweaty red ribbons. He knew it was coming, he knew soon he was cumming. 

The scent of Gabriel grew stronger and he heard the wind of wings, he knew Gabriel had just appeared in the room. The sound made Sam cum, he didn't know if it was because he finished or if the sound of Gabriel's arrival had just done it for him. He blinked and smiled, both drunkenly, at the angel who was cackling. 

"Heya I guess you're happy to see me?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow at the man in front of him, his pants and boxers around his knees. The bottom of his shirt was slightly moistened from the thick, still warm cum. 

"This is awkward," Sam laughed. Not an awkward laugh but a joking, happy laugh. It wasn't awkward or embarrassing at all, for either of them, it was just a little unsuspected. 

"Maybe I left for too long," Gabriel smiled and crawled next to Sam on the bed. He laid on the taller man's shoulder and snapped his fingers, cleaning Sam and putting him in much softer pajama bottoms and no shirt. Gabriel drew light circles on Sam's bare chest, the feeling put Sam in an entirely relaxed state. Sleep overtook him, the separate feelings of release exhausting him. 

The release of fear, the release of his orgasm, the release of the memory, the release of thought, the release of...everything. He was calm, he was safe, and he was ready to snuggle up next to the one who brought it all forth.

Gabriel. 

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I shouldn't make excuses but it's getting harder and harder for me to write. I'm really sorry if you genuinely care but if you don't then whatever. 

I'm just going through some stuff at the moment and it's hard for me to get in the mood to write like I used to, I have so many ideas but I just lack motivation.

I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, well I do but... I don't know I'm sorry to anyone who is like "uh dickhead no one cares just update."

I can respect that lol 

Just know updates will be a lot more scattered until I get my shit together.

-Daniel *homo free kisses*