When there was no initial protest, no tension at the slow stroke, Gabriel slid his finger slowly inside Sam. Legs spread easily, relaxing into him, it was almost too easy to pretend that Sam wanted this too, that it was just the two of them without the impeding threat of an apocalypse.

Impatient brother be damned, he wasn't going to rush Sam, had no intention of hurting him.

First one finger, then another as he began to relax into his touch.

"Y'okay?" He asked breathlessly.