Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

It all started with a picture

Fuck Gabe, I'll kill you when I get home!

Sam quickly closed her phone before her colleagues could see this photo. Sometimes she wondered what was going on in Gabriel's birdbrain. Apparently, men had only stupid ideas. Sam was in the middle of a service meeting and could promptly hear a stupid saying from Tom, as she had blushed.

"Mr. Novak!" She shouted, and the door slammed shut.

"Hey, honey."

Grinning, he jumped up from the couch and took his wife in his arms. With a shake of her head, she held the phone under his nose and looked at him questioningly.

"What's this?"

"A man with two peckers in his ass," he replied and shrugged.

"I can see that ... I was in a meeting," she said earnestly but couldn't resist a grin. "Since when do you talk so vulgar?"

"Misha was so angry. He was eating with Jared," Gabe giggled mischievously. "What do you think of the idea?"

He helped her out of her coat, hung it over the wardrobe, and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"And who's the man with two peckers in the ass?"

"Honey! Don't talk so vulgar!" He said, startled, and then said something proud that he'd be the wich in the sandwich.

"Brave."

A soft whistle followed after an appreciative pat on the back. Then she wanted to know when the party was about to start.

"Friday evening. I won't be able to walk properly for two days, and I don't need stupid sayings."

"And you think your sweet little ass can do it?" Samantha smirked, stuffing both hands in Gabe's back pockets and pulling him close to her.

"Grrr," he growled, covering her face with small kisses. "Of course, but I'm still undecided who should be what spoon."

"Then think about that. I'm in the shower if you're looking for me."

Grinning, she broke away from him. Then she felt Gabriel's teeth on her neck, and with a slap on the butt, she shooed him into the bathroom when he said they could think together.

Granted, Gabe was sometimes quite impulsive. Anyway, it was like that when he sent the picture. A few minutes later, he wondered if he hadn't taken over. But it was too late. And pinch now? Never. His ego was too big for that.

Giving each other enemas was now part of the routine and had become something of foreplay for the three. And so it happened that Gabe was lying on the treatment couch in front of Sam a few days later.

"Can it be that you're more nervous than I am?" he asked, squinting at his wife.

"Possibly," she replied with a sigh and shrugged.

"Don't worry."

"We're both well-equipped," she replied, laughing at her words.

Sam sat down on the couch with her husband, stroking through his hair.

He wanted Samantha to be the big spoon because, of course, he trusted her more.

"You flatter me. When is Misha coming?"

"In two hours or a little earlier, he's still busy," he said, looking at his watch.

"Should we wait or start?"

"We start; then, I'll have you all to myself."

"Then please sit on the throne, my king," she smirked, bowing low.