Sam groaned, turning over and hiding his head under the pillow as Dean's snores intensified in volume. His muscles ached and his skull was hammering in pain. The loud, obscene noises emitting from his brother didn't help either.
They had gotten back from a hunt just about an hour ago. A Wendigo on the outskirts of Rocky Ridge, Ohio. Easy to find, but not that easy to kill. Both he and Dean had taken quite a beating, but in the end Sam had managed to push it over a cliff where it was crushed by rocks.
By the time they made it back to the motel they were both exhausted, Dean hitting the hay first while Sam took a shower. A good few minutes later Sam came out from the shower to find Dean fast asleep. His snores were quiet then, but as time progressed they had gotten louder.
Right now, trying to block out the loud sounds echoing around the motel room, was not how Sam had expected his night to be like. He had at least expected some peace and quiet. Just a little bit. Was that too much to ask?
"Seems like it, kiddo."
Sam jumped. His training instantly kicked in, and automatically he was grabbing the gun from under the pillow and pointing it out in front of him.
"Whoa there, Sammy boy. It's only me, don't blow my head off," Gabriel chuckled, holding his hands up in defence, innocent yet soft smile on his face.
Sam sighed, lowering the gun and putting it back under his pillow. "What are you doing here, Gabe?"
"Nothing much, just going around giving douchewads their just deserts," he shrugged. "Well, until I heard your oh so loud thoughts."
Sam's eyes narrowed. "You can read my thoughts?"
He would have never imagined that Gabriel could read minds, let alone hear thoughts, even if he was an Archangel. It was also really weird that out of all the people in the world, Gabriel chose to listen to his.
"Of course I can, kid. How else do you think I go about doing my job? Eavesdropping on other people's thoughts is the main key to business." He pulled a Snickers out of his pocket and began to unwrap it.
"Uhhh, okay. But what are you doing here?" Sam lay back down, rubbing his head which had now begun to hammer even harder. "I'm trying to sleep."
"Ah, but that's the answer to your question already." He took a bite of the Snickers, chewing slowly. "You're trying to sleep, no help from this big fellow." He pointed to Dean who was snoring louder than before. "I came to help you out, shut up your douche of a brother so you can sleep." Another bite of Snickers. "Pretty sweet huh?" he smirked.
Sam chuckled. "As good as that sounds, Gabe, I think I'll pass. Dean's pretty tired. I wouldn't want to wake him. Plus he'd probably shoot you."
"Awww, you're no fun," Gabriel pouted, finishing his Snickers and making the wrapper disappear with a snap of his fingers.
"Yeah, well you're no fun right now either. I need to sleep," Sam groaned, closing his eyes.
A flutter of wings and Sam felt something warm press against his body. He opened his eyes to see Gabriel lying down next to him, his eyes closed.
"Gabe, what are you doing?" he asked, looking at the Archangel curiously with furrowed brows.
Gabriel either didn't hear him or just didn't want to. He just continued to lay there, the only sound being his soft breathing huffing out through parted lips.
Sam sighed, closing his eyes again, trying to ignore Dean's snores, and that there was an Archangel lying right next to him. He shivered, shifting in the bed slightly, when something soft and feathery touched his face.
"Is that uncomfortable, kiddo?" Sam turned to Gabriel who had his eyes open, a small smirk on his face.
"No, not really. What is that?" He shivered again when he felt the same feeling on his chest, like there was something soft ticking his skin.
Gabriel just grinned and stretched his arms. "You'll see, Sammy."
Sam was about to ask what the hell Gabriel meant, when he suddenly felt something warm enclose around his body. Goosebumps made their way up and down his arms and legs as whatever it was curled around him, creating a feeling somewhat mixed between warmth and security.
Gabriel lightly chuckled as he felt Sam's body stiffen. He wrapped his wings tighter around Sam's tense form, being sure to enclose his whole body. He had never released his wings around a human before, it felt... nice. He could literally feel Sam's emotions, not to mention he could hear Sam's thoughts clearer. It was like they were connected by an invisible bond. It truly was an incredible feeling, something he hadn't experienced before.
Sam let out a contented sigh and snuggled closer into the soft feathery embrace. He had no idea what they were, but whatever it was, it felt amazing. He closed his eyes and let his body relax, the warmth flooding through him, calming him in ways unimaginable. The snoring from his brother began to grow quieter 'till it was barely a whisper, and the hammering pain in his skull lessened down 'till there was none left.
Gabriel smiled as Sam's body eased up, slowly sinking into the covers and also moving closer to his wings, letting out a sigh and closing his eyes as well. He let his wings curl around the human tighter, let his Grace flow through the invisible bond, easing all the human's ailments as sleep took over both of them.
Sam groaned, opening his eyes and blinking. He slowly sat up, freezing when he heard a moan coming from beside him. He turned to see Gabriel lying on his side, the sunlight from the motel window shining over his body, painting him in a yellow glow.
"Gabe?" he whispered, making sure to be quiet as to not wake his brother. If Dean woke up to see this he would flip.
"Mmmmm," Gabriel moaned, shifting his body to the right so he was curled up near the edge of the bed.
"Gabriel." Sam said this a little louder, though not too loud.
"Mmmm… Huh?" Gabriel opened his eyes. The usually bright amber eyes were now golden brown, tiny specks of emerald swirling around in the centre of both pupils. They were, surprisingly beautiful.
"Gabriel, what are you doing here?" he asked, distracting himself away from the Archangel's eyes, ruffling his hair and stifling a yawn.
"Huh… Sam?" Gabriel's eyes focused on the human above him, widening when he realized exactly who the human was.
"Yeah, it's me. What are you doing here?" he asked again, narrowing his eyes at the confused Archangel lying in his bed.
Gabriel sat up, wincing when his wings cracked, bringing his hand up to straighten the twisted feathers. "I - I don't know. What do you remember?"
"I don't know, either. Um. I remember trying to sleep, but Dean's snoring kept me awake. Then you showed up and... we talked for a while, I guess. And then, I'm not sure. I felt something warm soothing my body… like it was reaching into me, soothing me or something." Sam rubbed his forehead. "I don't know, man, it was really weird."
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, his forehead creasing. "What do you mean 'reaching into you'?"
"Look, I don't know okay." He huffed and ran a hand over his face. "All I know is that it felt nice… like warmth spreading through me. It was incredible, really."
"Like an angel's wings?"
Sam's eyebrows rose. "What?" he said, confusion etched across his face. "Uh… Sure. I guess. If that was possible."
"Oh boy," Gabriel groaned, shaking his head. "I didn't - I couldn't of - what was I thinking!"
"Gabe, what are you talking about?" Sam asked, still confused about the whole situation.
Gabriel sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You don't remember what happened last night, do you?"
"No, I don't, Gabe. So if you know anything, please, enlighten me!" Sam didn't mean for it to come out that loud, but it did. His eyes grew wide in panic as he looked over at his brother. Dean made a small noise softly from the other side of the room, but thankfully didn't wake. Sam sighed in relief.
Gabriel smirked. "Close call, Sammy. You might want to keep your voice down." He stretched his wings out, closing his eyes and moaning a little in pleasure as they spread across the room, no longer feeling cramped.
Sam quirked a brow curiously. "What are you doing?" he asked, amused.
Gabriel snapped his eyes open, a look of fear crossing his face for a second before it was covered by a grin. "Nothin'. What are you talking about?"
Sam shook his head. "Oh no, you were doing something all right. What was that thing going on there, and why did I wake up with you in my bed? What the hell is going on!" he huffed.
"Whoa. Easy on the questions there, Sammy," he chuckled, his wings flaring. "Let's slow down here, okay? First question. What was I doing in your bed?" His face turned serious. For once, he didn't look like he was kidding around. "I was trying to help you, Sam."
Sam frowned, seeing that Gabriel was being serious. "What do you mean 'you were helping me'?"
Gabriel sighed. "You were tired, Sammy. Your brother sure as hell wasn't going to help you, so I thought I might as well give it a shot."
Sam eyes narrowed. "Okay, like how?"
"It's complicated," he groaned.
"How did you do it, Gabe?" Sam wanted none of it. He wanted answers.
Gabriel stared into Sam's non-budging eyes, and gave in. "Fine. It was my wings, okay!" he said, throwing his hands up in defeat.
Sam gasped. "Your… wings?"
"Yes, my wings. Are you happy now?" he huffed, his shoulders slumping.
"C-Can I… see them?"
Gabriel looked up to see Sam's curious eyes, letting out a snorted chuckle. "That's the thing, kiddo. You can't."
"Why not?" Sam asked, frowning slightly.
"It's an angel thing, really," he shrugged. "Humans can't see our wings, just the shadows. It's just the way of things. I can't tell you why. Sorry." He gave Sam an innocent look, his head tilted to the side.
Sam laughed at the look on Gabriel's face, instantly reminding him of Cas's adorable head tilt. But somehow Gabriel's was cuter. Wait, what was he saying? Did he just call Gabriel cute?
Gabriel snorted as he read Sam's thoughts. "You think I'm cute, huh?" he wriggled his eyebrows.
"No. It's - it's just the look on your face. It kinda reminds me of the look Cas gives when he's confused." Sam blushed as Gabriel's eyes probed him.
Gabriel waved it off. "Of course. Ha. Why would you think I was cute?" He chuckled to himself. "Of course you wouldn't. Pfft. What am I thinking?"
Sam felt his cheeks redden more as Gabriel's flustered look tore through him, the warmth rushing to his face. His jeans suddnely felt a little uncomfortable, the denim material tightening…
Whoa, what the hell? What was going on?
Gabriel tilted his head a little, smirking at the blush on Sam's cheeks. "Got a problem there, Sammy?"
Sam's eyes widened and he looked down to the ground. What the hell was happening to him? Since when did he get hard for a guy, let aloneGabriel?
"You still want to see my wings?"
At that statement Sam's head snapped up, his eyes somewhat sparkling. "Yeah." He cleared his throat. "I mean… if you want to…" He blushed again, cursing himself silently at his own eagerness.
Gabriel grinned and stood up, closing his eyes and letting out a slow breath. "Okay. This might not work, but bear with me, kiddo," he chuckled.
Sam nodded, his eyes fixed on Gabriel's still, non-moving form. He watched Gabriel breath in, his chest rising then falling slowly as he closed his eyes. Sam's eyes widened when six wings materialised, sprouting from Gabriel's shoulders and spreading out wide at his sides.
Gabriel opened his eyes, smirking as he took in Sam's wide eyes and big grin. It had worked. Sam could actually see them. His smirk widened as he thought of how much pride filled his Grace at that moment. This was the first time anyone, apart from his brothers and sisters, had seen his wings in their true form… and it felt amazing.
Sam gasped at the magnificent sight before him. Coming out of Gabriel's shoulders were six, huge golden wings. The feathers flared so that they were reaching all the way across the motel room. Apart from the gold there were mixes of honey brown and grey-ish silver in the feathers, making them look like a bird's. Though, this was way more beautiful than any bird's wings he had ever seen.
"You like 'em?" he asked, ruffling his feathers so they touched both walls and the ceiling of the room.
Sam couldn't speak. He just kept staring at the heavenly sight in front of him, captivated. It was like nothing he had ever seen. It was one of the most amazing things he had ever come across, and he had come across a lot of amazing things in his time.
"Do you want to touch 'em?"
At this Sam's eyes snapped away from the wings and moved to Gabriel's face, whose lips were formed into a smirk. "Uh, yeah." He coughed. "I mean, if it's okay with you?"
"Okay, come here kiddo," Gabriel chuckled, motioning Sam forward.
Sam gulped, getting up off the bed and walking up to Gabriel until he was standing directly in front of him. He slowly reached his hand out to the nearest golden wing, gently bringing his hand down to stroke the gold, brown and silver-grey feathers in his reach. He gasped at the feeling. The Archangel's feathers were so soft to touch, and the same warmth he had felt last night rushed through him, making his body tingle from his head all the way down to the tips of his toes.
Gabriel out a soft, kitten-like purr when Sam's hand stroked down, along his feathers, fingers deftly petting. He really liked this. Sam's hands were like Heaven. Letting his wings down further so Sam could reach them more easily, he closed his eyes and focused in on the fingers threading through his feathers and brushing them down smoothly. He couldn't stop the louder noise, a quite evident mewling moan, from escaping his lips as Sam's fingers started to dig in, dragging down his feathers. His back arched and before he knew it, his knees had given way and he'd collapsed to the floor, wings tingling and sensations zinging through his Grace like electrifed sparks.
"Whoa, G-Gabe, are you alright?" Sam said, quickly releasing his hand from the fistful of feathers and dropping to his knees also. "Did that hurt or something?"
Gabriel chuckled weakly, sighing happily. "No Sammy, quite the opposite actually," he smirked, bringing one of his wings down so it was in front of Sam's face. "Could you do it again, huh?"
Sam raised an eyebrow at Gabriel's behaviour, shrugging as he brought his hand up to the wing and started to rub his fingers up and down, through the feathers again. Almost instantly Gabriel dropped his head, a low sound, like a murmurred groan, escaping his lips. Sam couldn't help but chuckle, moving his hand up 'till he was getting his fingers into the feathers near the shoulder blades, dragging his fingers up and down the feathers, and closing his eyes as more warmth flooded through him.
That was how Dean found them, waking up and swearing loudly, nearly blowing Gabriel's head off with his gun. Sam just laughed as his brother and Gabriel argued, watching Gabriel's wings, which were flaring or puffing up every time Dean called him Douchewad or Feather Brain.
"Oh c'mon, Deano! I was just having a chat with Sammy here, no harm done," Gabriel chuckled.
"No harm done? It looked like you were molesting my brother!" Dean yelled, letting his gun go off, hitting Gabriel square in the chest.
Gabriel shrugged as the bullet wound healed, leaving a hole in his shirt. "Awww, man. This was my favourite shirt, too," he pouted.
Dean growled, cocking his gun more to the left.
Sam's eyes widened as he saw where Dean was aiming the gun. His brother was, of course, oblivious to the fact that he was pointing it straight at Gabriel's wings. He cried out and lunged for his brother, knocking the gun out of his hand as both of them rolled onto the floor.
"What the hell Sammy!" Dean growled, elbowing Sam in the ribs and getting up. "What the hell is your problem. Huh!?"
Sam growled, getting up on his own feet and shooting Dean a death glare. "You were going to shoot his wings, Dean."
"What!" Dean yelled, exasperated. 'What the hell do you mean 'I was going to shoot his wings'!"
Gabriel took in the scene in front of him and chuckled, ruffling his feathers out 'till the tip of one of them brushed against Dean's face. He laughed when Dean jumped, letting out a loud yell and slapping away his feather.
"W-What the hell was that!" he yelled, touching his cheek where he had just felt something soft and feathery brush across his skin.
Sam couldn't help but smirk. "That's Gabriel's wings, Dean."
"W-What?" The colour in Dean's face drained, his eyes widening. "T-That's not possible… you're kidding me."
Gabriel shook his head, grinning. "Afraid not, big boy. You just witnessed the touch of an angel," he winked.
Dean gulped, looking between Sam and Gabriel, before cursing loudly and rushing out of the motel room. The sound of the Impala's tires screeching was heard only a second later.
Sam and Gabriel laughed their heads off as the Impala's engine died away, Gabriel's wings shaking in laughter as Sam clutched his sides.
"That was hilarious! Did you - see his face - when you said - 'touched by an angel'?" Sam laughed, trying to catch his breath.
"Yep. Sure did. T'was like he saw a ghost," Gabriel chuckled.
"Or an angel," pointed out Sam.
Gabriel laughed, his wings furling back in his shoulders as he collapsed on the bed. "Oh yeah. Being touched by an angel is some serious stuff."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "How so?" he asked curiously, sitting on the bed next to Gabriel.
Gabriel shrugged. "When you're touched by an angel's wings, it somehow enhances your ability to see them. Let's just say Cas will be pretty darn surprised the next time he pops around for a visit."
Sam eyes widened as Gabriel laughed at his expression. "You mean-?"
"Yep. Dear ol' Cassie's wings are gonna be really see-able from now on. Well, for Deano that is."
"Wait, only Dean will be able to see them?" Sam asked, confused.
"Afraid so, kiddo. An angel can only show their wing's true form around their human. It's just the way it goes," he shrugged.
Sam felt his eyes bulge out of his head…
Gabriel was... his Guardian Angel?
What the hell?
Gabriel chuckled, flaring his wings out and wrapping them around Sam.
"You're mine, Sammy. All mine."