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"So that's how you end this Sam." Lucifer has never looked quite so smug as he laid out his proposal. "Have sex with my brother and I'll make all of this go away."

"Lu, don't do this."

"He can do this my way Gabriel, or he can watch you die."

Gabriel turned away from the ruined face of his brother's vessel. He was willing to give up ending the world for the sake of breaking his heart, of destroying any chance Gabriel might have had with Sam. Tainting every future interaction with this.

"Sam.. just go. You don't have to do this."

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Not that Gabriel have a happy damn about appropriate, even at the best of times. He let himself sink into that gentle kiss, the warm feel of his hand on his cheek.

He was working a third finger in when Sam spoke again and startled, Gabriel's eyes found his. He wasn't lying, there was only heat and want behind his eyes and it shocked gabriel to his core.

"Want you too Sam. So much."

The third finger was more than a little uncomfortable, but it was to be expected. His first time doing this and he wasn't used to it. It didn't make him want more any less, especially when Gabriel was being honest here. He could tell by the look on his face that he was telling the truth - heard the proof of it earlier.

His hands smoothed down over his back, pulling him even closer as he pushed against his fingers again, trying to take him in deeper. He panted against Gabriel's lips, blunt nails dug into his shoulders. "So take it, c'mon."

Not for the first time Gabriel damned himself for being weak, for not being able to stop this. But with Sam beneath him, encouraging him to more, he can't. Heaven forgive him, he can't.

"I love you Sam," he murmured, slowly withdrawing his fingers and slicking himself up. "Gonna go slow, okay? Just.. just breathe."

And with another kiss, Gabriel lined himself up and slowly started to work his way in.

Sam's turn to give a wide-eyed look because this time, he actually said it. Gabriel actually said he loved him. He smiled a little despite himself. He didn't understand it. Didn't get why he ever would, but it was surprisingly nice to hear anyway. His arms wrapped around Gabriel's shoulders and he leaned up to kiss him again.

It was distracting enough for when he finally started to push in. He groaned lowly, his body stretching even wider around Gabriel. He breathed his name against his lips as one hand slipped down lower on the angel's back, pressing against the small of it to encourage him to keep going.

He didn't have to say it back. It was okay. That wondering smile as he pulled him into a kiss, the way he whispered his name, maybe he could allow himself to believe that this really would be okay. That Sam wouldn't hate him for this. He didn't have to love him back. It would be enough if he just understood.

Slow and easy, Gabriel didn't stop until he was fully sheathed in Sam, wrapped in warm, snug heat. Tipping his forehead to Sam's, Gabriel took a moment to breathe. "Sam.."

Sam wouldn't hate him anyway. Whatever he felt, he hadn't asked for this. This was Lucifer's doing... and really, when it came down to this or the apocalypse, the choice had been way too easy to make. He wasn't used to saying those words though, not even to his own brother, and he was feeling too confused to know anything for sure.

They'd handle this later, like he said.

Right now, his focus was solely on how Gabriel felt against him, inside him. He felt stretched and full, almost too much. He was panting, breath hitching. Even with Gabriel staying still, it still felt overwhelming for a moment. The sound of his name drew him back into the moment though and his turned his attention to Gabriel. His thighs tightened around his hips and he rolled his own up. "Damn... that's-- different."

And not bad, the more he got used to it.

He'd deal with the consequences of what they were doing later. If Sam wanted anything to do with him at all, then he'd be there. But he'd let Sam make that call.

Later. Because right now, his focus is narrowed down to the bed to the warm, snug heat wrapped around him and the cadence of Sam's breath. Gabriel caught him in a slow kiss, chuckling against his lips as he drew back, slowly pushing back into him.

Sam. Wonderful, brave, kind Sam. As he started to set an easy pace, Gabriel didn't hold back, didn't hide anything. If anyone deserved to know that they were cared for, it was Sam.

Sam had been prepared for sex, to fuck, to keep it impersonal because even though it wasn't how he preferred things to be. He wasn't ever as big on hooking up as Dean was, on one night stands. Considering the circumstances, he thought that's how this would be though. It wasn't at all and Sam was a little bit speechless on how to deal with it.

Gabriel was taking his time, showing it meant something.

Sam was pretty sure he kinda didn't deserve it, all things considered, but he was drinking it up for the moment. It made being in a vulnerable position strangely more tolerable. His own hands moved restlessly over Gabriel, pulling him closer, holding him near as he started to follow the rhythm Gabriel was setting. He pressed his face against Gabriel's neck to muffle whatever noises rose up.

"Sam." Gabriel whispered his name like a prayer, rocking into him with a groan. He wasn't sure he'd get the chance to be this close to Sam again, so he had every intention of showing him while he could, that he was loved. That someone, who wasn't his brother, cared about him more than anything in the world.

His vessel was smaller than Sam, but he still managed to hold him close, fingers stroking through his hair as he moved over him.

Gabriel doesn't remember calling his wings, but it was another way to gather Sam close, cradle him in warmth and affection, soft bronze and gold feathers brushing along his skin.

Rings of the Horsemen. They'll open the Cage. I'll help you shove him back in. A subtle thought planted directly into Sam.s mind. Because even with the Apocalypse off the table, Lucifer had to be contained.

Sam kept himself curled as close as he could, his mouth working over every inch of skin he could reach, relishing in the slow build. They were keeping Lucifer waiting, no doubt, but part of him didn't care right now. It served him right for making them do this.

The wings were yet another new thing wrapped around him, surrounding him. His head tipped back, eyes wide to take them in, shivering at the way they brushed against his skin. It wasn't bad. None of this was bad, even if Sam had no real idea how to handle it when all was said and done. His fingertips moved don Gabriel's sides, blunt nails raking lightly. Oh, god,

Then that happened and Sam's wide-eyed stare went back to Gabriel's face. "What?" His voice was rough and breathless. Putting Lucifer back in the cage...

Right now? Sam couldn't think of anything that would be better.

The wink that Sam gets in reply is pure Trickster. He leaned close, kissing him slowly, groaning against his mouth. Lucifer had to go back. He couldn't trust him not to try and sow havoc and death where he went.

I'll help you. When we get out of this.

Something else they would talk about later. Because with Sam.s hands on him, his lips at his neck as he started to move a little faster,.that was all Gabriel wanted to focus on. Only Sam.

"Sam..,fuck.." His head fell to his shoulder, sweat slicking his skin as he tangled his fingers in his hair

He believed that promise, that there was a way to get Lucifer back in his cage. He didn't know how they'd get Lucifer back in there -- wasn't like he'd just walk back to Hell, but maybe they could figure out a way to do it. Sam didn't care what he had to do if it meant fixing his biggest mistake.

Though for the moment, his attention was torn back away with the faster pace. He let out a soft cry at the faster pace, angling his hips up to try and get a better angle. Wanted him deeper, wanted him hitting just right to have his nerves lighting up with pleasure again. He was on edge that pleasure building up. "God--"

He panted and moved one hand down to get between them and stroke his neglected length. "That's it," he encouraged, turning his head until his lips were pressed to Gabriel's ear. "Fuck-- don't stop."

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