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Spike gets horny after a mission and initiates some fun times on the drive back, with an increasingly distracted Angel behind the wheel. Up to you whether anyone else is in the backseat that they have to hide their goings on from...

Ooh, the muse loved this one, so much so that I finally made a spangel banner. Thank you so much for the ask! I ended up adding more the more I looked at it and then got distracted by horror themes stuff, but I was determined to come back to this and finish at least one prompt for Spangel Kinktober.

Just Don't Crash

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,297

Warnings and Tags: car sex, groping, hand jobs, heavy petting, blow jobs, deep throating, hair pulling, unsafe driving, the Angel Mobile

Summary: Spike wants to have fun in Angel's car. Finished for the Day 8 prompt of the Spangel Kinktober: Blow Jobs.

Spike wasn't sure if it was the thrill of fighting beside Angel again, the smell of demon blood that was covering them, or the way Angel had pushed him away from a blow that wouldn't have killed him that was getting them going, but he was never one to deny himself anything he wanted. A smile snaked across the blonde's lips when his gaze caught the sniff of his elder's nose now that they were alone in the car, his hand snaking to the divider between them.

Angel glanced at the hand creeping closer to his knee, trying to ignore the arousal that wafted between them while his hands gripped the wheel tighter. The older vampire tried adjusting in the driver's seat at his discomfort at the growing tightness of his own slacks before he made an unnecessary turn away from the freeway. Even without looking, the auburn-haired vampire could feel Spike's growing smugness.

The blonde's head turned, eyes roving over Angel as his fingers found the elder’s knee. Spike hummed beside him in the car, his eyes returning to their surroundings before looking back at him.

"Takin' the scenic route, there, ‘gel?" He asked with a bratty tone, curving his body toward the other in his seat.

Angel spared him a glance, swallowing and looking away from the other’s devilish smile. He raised a hand, waving it towards the freeway before adjusting the radio just to do something else with his hand.

"There's traffic this time of night," he reasoned glancing at him again.

Spike released a knowing hum. "Oh yeah, bloody traffic's awful." He slid closer toward the divider between their seats, his fingertips ghosting over Angel's thigh. "It's a long drive back this way, though." His fingers slowly moved higher, sliding closer licking over his neck, pleased when the other tilted his head to the side.

Angel released a hum at the feeling of Spike’s mouth on his neck. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, shifting in his seat when Spike sucked and nipped along his collar. His hips shifted, keeping his foot steady on the gas as the hand on his leg drifted towards his inner thigh, feeling over the line of his boxers under his tenting pants. A smile found its way across his lips as he kept his eyes on the road.

"I think you can figure something out, Spike," he hummed as the blonde pulled from his collar, looking at him and adjusting his grip on the wheel, holding it with only his left hand.

"Oh yeah, Peaches, I got a few." His lips stayed cocked in their smug smirk, his hand moving higher as he slid to the edge of his seat to ease his reach over the divider. "Remember that carriage you lifted? We could do a reenactment." His hand traced around the Angel's growing erection through his pants, carefully avoiding his hardening member.

"You mean the one you made me crash?" Angel questioned, rocking toward his hand as he kept his eyes on the curving road.

Spike hummed, lips and teeth finding Angel's throat, groaning at the heady scent of his grandsire. "That's the one, luv," he all but purred, fingers expertly traveling around Angel's growing erection, teasing fingers making their way to his belt without touching or pulling him out.

"Christ, Will." Angel huffed, remembering clearly how wonderful his mouth had been, his hand clenching the wheel as his head tilted to the side more when the younger vampire’s tongue slid back over his artery.

Angel released a hissed moan when the blonde’s hand finally touched his clothed erection just as fangs grazed over his throat. Spike chuckled against his neck, ignoring his own hard-on. The elder vampire kept his eyes on the dark road, hips rocking when the blonde pressed his palm down on his shaft, stroking him through the thin layers of fabric.

Angel’s head went back against his headrest, rutting up to his hand. "Fuck, don't make me crash my car, Spike," he grumbled, his free hand pulling him closer.

"At least the girls won't yell at us for crashing this time," Spike teased, grinning against his neck, palming at the hardening outline of Angel’s cock but refusing to free him from his pants or grip him.

"Spike, do not make me crash," he warned, glaring at the road.

The blonde huffed out a laugh against his neck. "Seems like a you problem, Da," he said with a husky laugh, fingers tracing the curve of his erection before returning to his belt and undoing his pants.

Angel’s lips parted, eyes closing for a moment when the blonde finally gripped him and freed him from his boxers and slacks. Spike hummed against his neck as his hand gripped Angel's shaft, working back his foreskin and sliding his finger over his tip. Angel's grip shifted on the wheel, right hand holding firm to Spike's waist, grunting as his thumb swiped over his wet tip. His gaze fell on the blonde when he pulled back from his neck, catching the younger vampire licking over his blood-stained lips.

The sight of the blonde’s tongue dashing over the few droplets of blood caused his hips to cant into his fist. "Why don't you do something better with that mouth, boy?" The elder let out suggested, looking back to the road and turning the car with the curve of it.

Spike didn’t reply too busy bending over the divider, squeezing him before dragging his tongue through the beads of pre-cum it found around his tip. Angel let out a satisfied sound and relaxed back into his seat, easing off the gas as the blonde's tongue wrapped around his cock head and pulled it into his mouth. Without looking down, Angel's right hand coasted up the blonde’s spine. He groaned as Spike sucked and lapped over his tip, hand slowly working his shaft, his hand came to rest on the nape of the younger’s neck, squeezing. Angel let out a low groan when Spike listened to his silent command without hesitation, head sinking lower. His eyes closed for a moment before opening again, fingers weaving into blonde gelled locks.

The blonde moaned around him, tongue wrapping around the familiar feeling of Angel's cock in his mouth and hand in his hair. He smirked around him at the slight correction he could feel the car jerk into, bobbing his head slowly. Spike hummed at Angel's curse, shifting as his right hand left Angel’s cock to his own aching hardness. His tongue twisted around his aching shaft easing more into his mouth. His left hand moved to Angel’s inner thigh as he ground into his right.

Angel’s lips parted in a silent moan, his hips rutting up to meet Spike's descent. His hand gripped tighter to Spike's hair, groaning when he felt the blonde's nose nuzzling into his pubic hair, biting his base and swallowing around him. Spike groaned, the sound vibrating through Angel's cock, hips rutting his clothed erection against his hand and seat. He reveled in the sounds that escaped Angel's clenched jaw, the tensing and relaxing muscles of Angel's thighs, and the sway in Angel's driving. Spike groaned at the heady scent of his grandsire and the teasing feeling of his own hand, only pulling back when Angel cursed and the car jerked to the left.

When he reached the auburn-haired vampire's tip his tongue traced just under his mushroom tip before sinking down once more. Angel groaned, hips bucking up into him when his lips met his base once more. He felt the need to close his eyes as Spike swallowed around him shuddering at the feeling before the blonde pulled back. The younger vampire’s hips bucked when Angel’s hand gripped his hair tighter, taking him down to the root before sliding back, never allowing Angel's cock to completely leave the suction of his mouth. Spike's tongue swirled around his shaft as he pulled back, Angel's hand clenching and crunching in his gel-slicked locks pushing him back down again and groaning when he swallowed around him.

Angel's eyes closed for a moment too long, enjoying the feeling of the blonde's nimble tongue snaking around his thick base before opening them again and curving once more with the road.

"Shit, you're gonna make me crash," he managed between moans.

When Spike sunk to his base once more, lips tight around him, and stayed, Angel bucked. He groaned, his eyes leaving the road to look at the nuzzling vampire as Spike worked himself against his own hand and the seat. Angel’s hips rocked deeper into Spike's throat when blue eyes opened to look up at him, shuddering at the heated look in his eyes.

"Fuck, Will,” he cursed before his eyes flew back to the empty road, taking his foot more off the gas after almost missing their turn in favor of bucking into his throat.

Spike let out a hum against his cock, too focused on chasing his own orgasm. His jaw loosened, turning his head slightly to ease the glide of Angel’s throbbing cock over his flattened tongue. The change pulled a groan from above him, Angel’s left leg shifting as he planted his foot firmer on the car floor. His hand gripped the gel-riddled locks tighter, holding Spike down and rutting into his throat. Spike groaned lowly, eyes rolling as Angel thrusted over his tongue. He pressed harder into his hand in the seat, feeling the car slow as Angel's cock slid over his tongue and down his throat. Angel didn't let go as Spike took what he gave him. He tried to keep straight on the road as he bucked and ground into Spike’s lips.

When Spike groaned, teasing himself through his tight jeans Angel couldn’t help but look down. He let out a groan, cursing as he took in Spike’s lewd form as the blond ground into his hand and the seat of the car. Spike moaned feeling Angel’s eyes on him, and opening his to look at him. He let out a groan, unable to handle the ache and the stab of his zipper any longer, quickly trying to free himself from his jeans. Angel’s fingers gripped tighter to bleach blonde locks, cursing as half-lidded eyes looked up to him, hips moving faster into the constricting throat around him, watching Spike's hands hurry to free himself from his pants.

Spike groaned around him, dragging his teeth over his base as Angel worked himself into his throat. His own hands were too busy with his pants and shoving his right hand beneath his too-tight jeans and stroking himself in time with the slide of Angel's twitching cock. Angel groaned, chasing his orgasm and rutting faster into his waiting mouth as his hand left Spike’s hair to grip the wheel. Spike moaned at the loss of Angel’s hand and the sway of the car, but didn't lose the pace that was bringing them both to the edge.

"Just like that, boy, don’t stop," Angel groaned above him, leaking into his throat and dragging another humming moan from the younger vampire before his cheeks hollowed.

Spike didn't let up on the elder as he chased his own orgasm, thrusting into his hand and against the seat. Angel hissed, both hands gripping the wheel as his foot lowered on the gas pedal before he could stop it. He cursed when the car sped up, slowing just in time for a hard left, only for Spike's answering moan to vibrate through his cock. Spike only briefly thought about lifting his head before a hand was suddenly back in his hair, the elder vampire keeping him in place.

“I said, don’t stop,” Angel gritted out, so close as he tried to focus on the road.

Spike moaned around him at the growled command, sucking harder and swallowing around Angel's throbbing shaft. He moaned low in his throat at the throbbing length pressed against his tongue, rutting into his fist. Angel tried to focus on the road as pleasure coiled in his stomach, slowing the car further as stole another glance at the blonde. His eyes looked down, groaning as he caught the sight of Spike thrust into his own hand and against the seat of his car, cursing under his breath as his hand white-knuckled the wheel. His eyes fluttered closed, unable to help it, as he came with a grunt down the willing throat.

Spike groaned at the flush of his gransider’s cum, pulling back slightly and swallowing the heady taste of Angel’s seed. His hand worked faster, moaning as he squeezed himself, tongue lapping every drop from Angel's weeping cock. Angel moaned, eyes snapping open at the feeling of uneven road under them and the feeling of Spike's tongue cleaning his cock. His foot hit the brakes, pulling over on the rocky side of the road. Spike groaned at the sudden stop as Angel pulled him back from his spent cock and captured his lips in a rough kiss. Angel’s hand joined Spike’s, stroking him with a firm hand as his tongue dove past Spike’s parted lips. The blonde moaned, hips rutting forward at the squeeze of Angel’s hand cumming into his hand. The blonde moaned at the hungry kiss and the intensity of his orgasm as the auburn-haired vampire worked the last of his orgasm from him.

"Fuck me, peaches," Spike moaned after Angel pulled back from the biting kiss, having scooped any remains of his climax from his mouth.

"I’m going to when we get home,” Angel swore against his lips, hand slowing but still moving on Spike’s length, keeping him hard. “Pin you to my bed and have you.”

“Glad ya didn’t crash then,” Spike moaned out against his lips, rocking into his hand.

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leatawrites · 25 days

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WIP Folder Game

Tagged by @captastra

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Ghost in the Machine

Let’s Get Together

Space Road Trip

Brenna’s Summer

Tagging 4 people for 4 WIPs: @nightbloodbix @truly-very-british @practically-an-x-man and @marivenah

#rambles from main #ask me about my wips #feed the muse

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Need You Like Air

Ship: Sabriel - Gabriel/ Sam Winchester

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,573

Warnings and Tags: hurt/comfort, blood & injury, near death, friends to lovers, feelings realization, fluff, hurt/comfort, getting together, first kiss

Summary: Gabriel's gaze couldn't stop stalling over the wound he had healed or his hands that had healed it. The slick slide of blood and the sound of shuddered breaths wouldn't leave his mind. There was no denying that the fear in his chest had been more than just the terror of losing another mortal friend, and he couldn't ignore it.

Author Notes: oops I slipped and wrote a whole fic for this ask for @captainkatya. I hope you enjoy what was meant to be just a snippet but turned into this, now a little tidier.

Read Need You Like Air, Rated Mature, in full below or on my Ao3*.

*note, this story (and all of my others) on Ao3 is locked for registered Ao3 users.

Need You Like Air

It wasn't a big deal; a hunt gone wrong. It wasn't even anything spectacular. Basic human slowness and lack of higher vision, because Sam was many things but above all else he was human. Gabriel had lost humans before, it wasn't a new feeling to lose someone who was meant to die. It was an unfortunate downside of befriending mortals. This however wasn't the familiar feeling of grief. It was fear, regret, and heartache. It was the loss of something more. This time he was fast enough and flew towards the weak prayer to a rundown house filled with more than one pissed-off spirit.

“Shit.” Gabriel didn't have any other words as he rushed to his knees before the gurgling human. ”I got ya,” he whispered, his hands wrapping around Sam's throat. Gabriel's lips tightened, swallowing back the waves of what-ifs at the slick feeling of Sam's blood between his fingers. “Give it a second, kid,” he whispered as terror gripped him even as the blood ran back into Sam's slashed open throat. “Don't try to talk, I'm here.”

The brunette tried to nod and breathe as his windpipe cleared of blood. His fingers gripped the edges of Gabriel's jacket, closing his eyes, and trusting his friend to handle helping Dean and the teenagers with him. Gabriel's eyes didn't look away from Sam as the hunter's consciousness faded at the sudden fall and rise of his blood pressure. Gabriel's eyes filled with grace, hiding his fear in fury and packing it away until Sam was back in the Impala.

Unfortunately, he had moved past fury quickly after having cleared the ghosts that had lingered within the house. He didn't leave once the Winchesters had returned to the Bunker. It wasn't uncommon for him to hang out with them in the Bunker, but Gabriel's gaze couldn't stop stalling over the wound he had healed or his hands that had healed it. The slick slide of blood and the sound of shuddered breaths wouldn't leave his mind. There was no denying that the fear in his chest had been more than just the terror of losing another mortal friend, and he couldn't ignore it. It was all he thought about as he sat with Sam throughout his day.

The internal contemplation left him noticeably quieter and filled with anxious movement. He couldn't help the way his gaze lingered or how he seemed to put more into being helpful rather than pushing his luck with the brothers. The older being was sure that Sam had noticed, but Gabriel had brushed anyone’s comments on his fidgeting away with a joke. The being unsure of what to do with the realization of how much Sam had come to mean to him. He pushed the questions about his behavior away until the one person he needed to talk to questioned it, and he couldn’t avoid it anymore.

“Hey, Gabe?” When the archangel in question didn't look up, Sam signed as he glanced at him from the drawer he was shifting through. “Gabriel?” He repeated more sternly, frowning when the archangel finally looked up.

“Huh?”

“You're being quiet,” Sam frowned, twisting around the storage room to face the shorter being bodily. “Are you sure you're okay?” This wasn't the first time he had caught the archangel staring at his hands and falling quiet.

“I'm fine, Sam, stop mother-henning me,” he replied with a curled lip, moving a box for show.

Sam’s frown didn't lift, studying him for a moment. “Sure.” Hazel eyes rolled as he drew out the word, watching Gabriel try to hide behind humor and his pointless shifting of crates. “Come on, I know something's on your mind. You know you can talk to me,” he offered, looking away from him and back to the list of items they were looking for. “You just seem off, lately,” he said before he read off the list again.

Gabriel huffed, poking at the box he had moved for no reason at all knowing that the weapons and ingredients they needed weren't there. He kicked the toe of his sneakers against the cement floor with a frown, determined not to start lying to Sam now.

“I’ve just been thinkin’,” he mumbled, looking over his shoulder at the other.

Sam didn’t look up from the list, his fingers tapping on the tabletop before moving to another cabinet and pulling out a satchel of dried plants. “Yeah, I kinda figured you were in your head.” He stood back up adding it to the small collection they had made, watching as Gabriel moved to take up the list. “Something I can help with?”

Gabriel offered a hum and a slight nod, eyes looking from the list and towards one of the drawers. “Maybe… probably,” he said as he tossed through a row of drawers before he found the iron brand he was searching for. “I just realized something, when you were hurt like that.”

The brunette nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as Gabriel walked back with the small token, putting it with the others. “I’ve gotten hurt before, died before. I'm fine. You healed me.” Sam’s broad shoulders shrugged, used to the risk of his profession as he grabbed a larger bowl and a jar of pig’s blood. “Thank you by the way,” he added, unsure if he had already thanked the archangel for finding him.

The shorter being waved a hand physically brushing off the hunter's thanks. “You don’t have to thank me, Sam,” he said, narrowing and glaring at the row of cabinets and premade potions.

“So,” the brunette started, lips twisting as Gabriel glared at the cabinets before searching through them. “What did you realize?” He asked as Gabriel found the copper dagger the spell required.

He sighed looking at it as he walked back to Sam. “That I really needed you to be safe,” the shorter being mumbled, looking up at the brunette before looking down as he placed the knife with the bits of a spell they had gathered in hopes of helping a couple of hunters. When Gabriel looked back Sam’s brows were pinched and his lips already forming his next words, words Gabriel knew would give him an out if he wanted it. “I didn’t want to lose you. Lose more time together. Before we were even together. I didn’t want to be too slow, or not have enough juice... And once you were safe I just… I just wanted to kiss you.”

After a moment his lips opened and closed without a sound, and the tall man shuffled his feet. Sam’s brow didn’t loosen nor break Gabriel's serious stare. “Do you,” he cleared his throat, eyes darting away from the archangel before going back to him. “Do you still want to kiss me?” he asked, watching Gabriel’s fine movements closely.

Gabriel blinked, leaning backward slightly to take in more of Sam. “Yeah?” He asked, more than said making Sam’s brows fall completely, and his lips press into an unpressed line. “I mean yes! Duh, yes I still want to kiss you,” the archangel quickly recovered, returning to the space he had filled before.

The hunter’s lips crooked up, bending slightly for the archangel to claim his lips. Gabriel hummed into the soft press, fingers gripping the cuffs of Sam’s rolled-up sleeves. The taller man's fingers turned upwards gripping Gabriel’s forearms, parted his lips, and invited Gabriel closer. The archangel smiled into the exchange, tongue diving past the brunette’s lips as his hands climbed higher. His fingers twisted to hold onto the lapels of Sam’s overshirt keeping him close. Sam released a muffled sound against the archangel's exploring tongue, hands sliding to Gabriel’s waist for support against the archangel’s grip. He deepened the kiss as he wrapped his body around the shorter vessel, before dipping his head back to break the tender exchange. Gabriel released a groan of disappointment as he let Sam pull back for air.

Sam hummed, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. “We have to finish helping them,” the hunter said in a chuckled breath against his lips.

The archangel swallowed, not wanting this to change what they had grown into. “Yeah,” he grumbled, dragging his fingers across Sam's throat before moving higher to cup his cheek.

“I know,” he hummed, stealing another kiss. “We will.” He sighed, dragging his thumb across Sam’s bottom lip, unable to help but return the brunette's dimpled smile. Gabriel didn’t look away from his fingers as he dragged them over Sam’s smiling lips. “We’re still on for movie night, right?” He questioned, worried about the friendship he had come to cherish.

“Of course,” Sam nodded, hearing the archangel’s subtext and sharing the worry. He offered another smile, pressing his face to the celestial's hand before he heaved a sigh. “But, not if we don’t finish the spell,” the hunter continued, nipping at Gabriel’s fingers before pulling from his reach. “After we’re done we could set it up in my room instead of the den,” he suggested turning back to the items they had. “Dean and Cas aren't supposed to be back for a few hours.”

Gabriel hummed watching as Sam made himself busy with the list. “The day I say no to your bed is the day the sun flickers out, Sam-I-Am,” Gabriel hummed, knocking his shoulder against Sam’s side with a bounce of his eyebrow, drinking in the other’s laugh.

“You're ridiculous.”

#writer update #new story #sabriel spn #gabriel spn #sam winchester #your interactions feed my muse #read on ao3 #tw blood #angst #whump #confessions #first kiss #angst and fluff

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leatawrites · 1 month

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🦮 "Gabriel's gaze couldn't stop stalling over the wound he had healed or his hands that had healed it. The slick slide of blood and the sound of shuddered breaths wouldn't leave his mind. There was no denying that the fear in his chest had been more than just the terror of losing another mortal friend, and he couldn't ignore it."

(i had to!! lol)

Lmao! I was wondering if you would. I know it was supposed to be a snippet, but... I slipped and wrote a whole fic. I hope you enjoy it!

Ship: Sabriel - Gabriel/ Sam Winchester

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,223

Warnings and Tags hurt/comfort, blood & injury, friends to lovers, feelings realization, fluff, hurt/comfort, getting together, first kiss

“Huh?”

“I'm fine, Sam, stop mother-henning me,” he replied with a curled lip, moving a box for show.

“I’ve just been thinkin’,” he mumbled, looking over his shoulder at the other.

The shorter being waved a hand physically brushing off the hunter's thanks. “You don’t have to thank me, Sam,” he said, narrowing and glaring at the row of cabinets and premade potions.

Sam hummed, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. “We have to finish helping them,” the hunter said in a chuckled breath against his lips.

The archangel swallowed, not wanting this to change what they had grown into. “Yeah,” he grumbled, dragging his fingers across Sam's throat before moving higher to cup his cheek.

“You're ridiculous.”

For the fake fic ask game

#ramblings from main #i still wanna clean it up and make it pretty #and also name it #sabriel spn #spn fanfiction #quick musings #sam winchester #gabriel spn #tw mild blood #near death #whump #angst

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leatawrites · 1 month

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🐑 hurt/comfort, blood & injury, friends to lovers, feelings realization, fluff

Hi dear, thank you for the ask! How about this for a summary:

Gabriel's gaze couldn't stop stalling over the wound he had healed or his hands that had healed it. The slick slide of blood and the sound of shuddered breaths wouldn't leave his mind. There was no denying that the fear in his chest had been more than just the terror of losing another mortal friend, and he couldn't ignore it.

For the fake fic ask game

#ramblings from main #thank you for the ask!#whump #angst #sabriel musing #your interactions feed my muse

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leatawrites · 1 month

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🐑 fake tags:

Red Kryptonite, Friends to enemies to friends to lovers, Porn with Plot, Not-So-Mild-Mannered Reporter Clark Kent, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining

Oh, you know what you're doing...

When he'd had his new ring made, he hadn't thought anything about the color. Lex may have briefly thought about it when Clark had run into him at the Planet, and after a few hot and heavy workplace infractions, he may have been purposely not thinking about it.

Thank you for the ask dear! You're gonna get me to write clex sooner rather than later xDD

For the fake fic ask game

#ramblings from main #thank you for the ask!#clex musing #these tags call to me #i might need to write this #the angst and the smut #your interactions feed my muse

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leatawrites · 1 month

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🐝 “I’ll love you till the very end”

Hii dear!

Oo that's a great fic title, how about a summary like this:

They said all the time, it was a promise. But immortals aren't meant to age or die and aren't accustomed to the process or the idea of leaving someone behind. It was only a promise meant for Gabriel to keep, until the very end.

Thank you for the ask!

For the fake fic ask game

#ramblings from main #ask games #sabriel musing #gabriel spn #your interactions feed my muse #that hurt a bit #it got angsty so fast #angst

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🌸 2024 Spring Update 🌸

Happy Spring everyone! I thought it would be a good time to make an update since I feel like I’ve been in and out of writing holes all winter. Since Taste of Cherry is up and complete, I wanted to post an update about all the WIPs I’ve been working on for the past couple of months/year. But the below updates don’t include bangs that I’m participating in or the chapter of In The Beginning I've been working on. For all the updates for the season see below the beautiful divider made by @silkholland.

Tales from the Valley Series aka my sabriel royal Au series - I decided to repost the first story on Tumblr with an amazing banner that @heavenssexiestangel made for me (yay!) starting towards the end of spring to help get some more motivation for returning to this verse. However, I feel like this is one of those verses that didn't get a lot of attention and, to be honest, isn't my favorite trope/genre. It wasn’t until recently after getting a few comments with some wonderful questions that I really thought about it again. I was surprised by how many people voted for it whenever it was in a poll, and over the winter holidays I did revisit my notes and started writing a bit.

When I wrote the first part of the main story, about Gabe and Sam, I had a lot of b stories that went along with it. Dean and Castiel were one, Michael and Adam, and the list continues. That being said, the next part that I'm working on/posting will be about Michael and Luke as well as the other side of the valley leading up to the end of the first section and maybe a bit after. After finishing the lead-up, I plan on returning to the sabriel of it all. I honestly don’t know when there will be new parts posted for this, but hopefully sometime this year. I’ll try to come out with a better update about it at some point, but for now thank you to everyone who left wonderful comments, kudos, and voted for this tale. They brought the muse a little closer to this universe.

Jumpsuits and Candy - I haven’t forgotten about this one, I swear I could write this story forever. I’ve been working on chapter 17 for a while on and off and most likely will be the next WIP that sees an update. Currently, Friends in Low Places, while still missing some scenes is hovering around 12,229 for a word count. The new chapter will feature more Crowley and a great appearance with a little reshaping of Dagon ‘cause I love Dagon in myths and lore. I’m very excited about having Dagon and I hope you guys will too.

Learn - Learn is coming back again and probably for the last time. Chapter 12, Reconciliation Part 2, will pick up right after Taste of Cherry when Gabriel and Sam return home and a lot happens. I was debating about splitting into more than one chapter, but I do honestly want this to be the last chapter. Not that I won’t return to this universe at some point, maybe for an epilogue or some Multiverse fun with Midam (‘cause that sounds super fun), or maybe one more with my beloved Niikko. Whatever the case is, the plan is to have the last chapter written by summer’s end and posted hopefully soon afterward.

Cannibal Sam - Monster Eater verse - There was extra CS this year! I’m very happy about it, but I probably won’t be posting him again until around spooky season as usual. The next section I plan on posting will take place between Pre-Law and Kali’s Experiments. As of right now, it has three parts all with multiple chapters, and I may post them earlier if one of the three is done before October. Once we get closer to Fall again I'll make an update about him, but feel free to send me an ask I am always down for random talks about my WIPs.

Spring Prompts/Fic Requests - As far as prompts go for the season, my askbox is always open however the muse is pretty occupied. Feel free to send me a spring request on either of my blogs with a ship and anything you don’t want to be included in it, and I'll do my absolute best!

#writer update #spring 2014 update #sabriel fanfiction #spn fanfic #thank you so much for reading #read on ao3 #send me an ask #sabriel

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A Taste of Cherry

Rating: Mature

Warnings and Tags: Mild Gore, Mentioned Knife Play, Blood drinking, Blood, Violence, fear, guilt, selfcest, multiverse, parallel universes, implied mass murder, implied torture, Dean knight of Hell, King of Hell Sam, true forms, lawyer Sam, Gabriel is Loki, angels, war, banter, inappropriate flirting, cursing

Summary: When Gabriel took upon the task of collecting Michael’s lost sword from the multiverse, Sam wasn’t going to let him go alone. With the need for the sword and Raphael’s retaliation growing closer, no one could argue against it. The two had thought themselves prepared to meet the dark versions of themselves that Adam had spoken about, however, neither was fully prepared for the similarities and the oddities they found in their parallel selves.

A crossover tale containing Gabriel and Sam from my Learn story and Sam and Loki from my Monster Eater verse.

Author Notes: Thank you all for keeping with this story and for all of your wonderful comments. I'm so happy with this work and how the world-building came together and overlapped. I hope you enjoyed it and that if you don't read either of the separate universes this tale still made sense to you and was just as enjoyable.

Read a snipping from the tenth chapter of A Taste of Cherry, Rated Mature, below, or read it in full on my Ao3*.

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A snipping from: Chapter 12 of A Taste of Cherry

Despite how hard Sam fought against Loki's grip he couldn't free himself or reach the only weapon he had that wouldn't do anything anyway. Sam blinked, his eyes closing after one last glance at Gabriel feeling Loki drag him through space. His stomach twisted at the rapid speed of Loki's movement through space and dimensions. It felt as if he was being ripped and pulled, a hard contrast to the mild disorientation and discomfort he felt when flying with Gabriel. Sam tried not to hold his breath as his head spun before everything suddenly stopped.

After a shaky inhale Sam could feel the half-god wrapped around him with clarity.

“Easy, Bambi.”

Sam wanted to pull away from the lilting voice, but he couldn't resist the need to hold on to something solid and nothing was as firm as the arms locked around his middle. He let out a grunt of complaint as he tried to get his wits about him blinking quickly against the discombobulation that filled him. Loki’s amused chuckle filled his ears. The deity’s face was pressed against Sam's arm, and he could still feel the slide of blood where Loki had pressed himself against him.

“Relax, Bambi,” Loki hummed, arms slowly releasing the other, watching the unstable wobble in Sam's legs. “Take a load off,” he added, gently pushing the brunette from him and towards a plush armchair.

The brunette grunted, eyes still adjusting to the change of light in the dim room that was bathed in a flickering blue. His hand found the chair just around the time his ass did, half falling into it at the push that could have been harder. Sam immediately turned his pinched gaze back on the bleeding being. His hand went to his chest as he felt Gabriel's panic and pain along with his own as the universe worked to remove him. The sight of the once celestial didn't help the roll of his stomach as nausea filled him, swallowing back the bile he felt rise in his throat.

The hunter swallowed again, letting his head slowly go back trying to get his bearings, knowing that his injured archangel couldn't get to him anytime soon. Sam's eyes rolled back to Loki's mending and bleeding vessel as the humming half-god leaned against the only light source in the large room. He tried to listen to Gabriel's raging thoughts and nerves, attempting to calm him. This wasn't the first time he had been dragged somewhere by some creature of the week, he could wait and hopefully talk his way out of this.

As his eyes adjusted to the dim flickering light, Sam took in the large room. He swallowed as he turned his head to look around the large den and office Loki had landed them in. The hunter withheld a grunt as he shifted in the chair to look at the drawn curtains. He frowned at the coverings over the windows and windowed door to his right, unable to see outside and get an idea of where they were because of them. His glare was cemented by the time he looked back to the deity who was busy picking parts of Gabriel's fractured grace from his vessel's wounds.

Loki merely grinned at him, his vessel and shirt ripped open and covered in black ooze and blood. Sam winced as he looked at him, refusing to look away even as he watched the sharp edges of his lover flicker within the edges of Loki's torn-apart skin. Sam swallowed at the idea of Gabriel's incorporeal body being physical in this world before a hiss left his lips. Despite Gabriel's efforts to shield his soul from the laws of the multiverse, Sam could feel something gnawing at him. He frowned at the slow realization that due to Gabriel's injuries not only couldn't he come, but the archangel couldn't shield his soul forever either. Sam tried to breathe when the pressure of the universe vibrated louder against his soul and body.

Loki watched him from his spot standing in front of him. His face was a smiling mask as he picked the dimming sharp fragments of his counterpart out of the wounds. His skin was sizzling wherever mutated grace remained bright amongst Loki's second body. Loki released a sigh as fallen grace wrapped around the foreign bits and corrupted it. His fingers dug around for the darkened bits of toxic pure grace and groaned once it was free of him. Without looking at the dark bits of grace the old being flicked the strands into the flickering azure flames, Sam’s nose wrinkled at the scent and the sparks that flew from it. The pagan's gaze throughout the process didn't shift from the grimacing hunter. Loki scoffed, rolling his eyes at the patchy protection the other celestial offered.

“Tourists,” the pagan grumbled, snapping the fingers on his free hand and shielding Sam with a twist of his fallen grace.

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A Taste of Cherry

Rating: Mature

Warnings and Tags: Mentioned Knife Play, Blood drinking, Blood, Violence, fear, guilt, selfcest, multiverse, parallel universes, implied mass murder, implied torture, Dean knight of Hell, King of Hell Sam, true forms, lawyer Sam, Gabriel is Loki, angels, war, banter, inappropriate flirting, cursing

A crossover tale containing Gabriel and Sam from my Learn story and Sam and Loki from my Monster Eater verse.

Author Notes: Who’s ready for more multiverse fun? I hope you enjoy a double posting for this tale.

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A snipping from: Chapter 10 of A Taste of Cherry

Sam stood stunned by the bright light of his bubbling soul and the thread of grace that seemed interwoven and pulsing within him. Even as he tried to soothe and track the archangel's mood through their connection he found once he looked into the full-length mirror he couldn't look away. His head turned as he stared at the swirling light within him and the rippling changes in the grace that was wrapped around him. His brows pinched as he watched the shimmering grace of his partner, the more he focused, the more he was able to see how Gabriel seemed to be wafting around him like a barrier in the ether. Sam’s eyes didn’t leave the sight as he listened to Gabriel’s increasingly frustrated grace and the anger that seemed to spike within the strains of grace.

“Hey, Snow white!”

Sam huffed, his attention snapping and forcing his gaze from the mirror. “Seriously?” He grumbled to himself at the insult looking back at his soul and wishing he had something to compare it with. “What does that make you, the evil queen?”

Sam took one more long look at his soul before turning away from the sight and walking back to his counterpart. At the doorway, he swallowed back his snark at the alertness that had fallen into the once-reclined ruler. When Sam had left for the mirror, the bearded lawyer had been on the edge of sleep, relaxed back into the cushions with his legs propped up, but had shifted to sit up fully in his absence.

The older brunette had planted his long legs firmly under him with his gaze focused on the doorway the Messengers had gone through. The longer Sam watched him the more certain he was that the seated ruler was avidly watching something in the distance within the hoard. The monster eater didn't turn towards him, but, as Sam approached him, walking around the sofa, the more the hunter could see the obsidian in his stare and swirls of crimson. Sam's own eyes turned towards the door as the older male suddenly stood in one fluid but sluggish motion.

“Don't be so sensitive. Maybe, it's a compliment.” the monster eater grumbled as he stood not looking at the brunette.

Sam frowned at his words, doubting him momentarily before considering that the twisted soul might mean it.

The King of Hell rolled his eyes as ink and magic faded from them. “I think it's archangel hunting season,” the bearded brunette commented, jerking his head towards the doorway.

Seconds after the ruler had finished speaking an ethereal screech echoed from within the hoard and Sam's soul resonated with Gabriel's pain. Sam didn't bother answering or waiting, not with the twist of pain that stole his breath. The archangel's anger and frustration were one thing, but he wasn't accustomed to sensing pain through their connection.

Sam didn’t check to see if his counterpart was following, only blindly running ahead through the odd bits of history that were housed within the quaking cavern. The hunter winced at the rumblings and inhuman screeches that echoed around the unending space, eyes widening when he caught sight of unfettered grace as the two counterparts fought. His hand went to his side at the echo of pain that ached through his side in sympathy for the connected celestial.

Sam only moved faster at each shadow of pain within him, searching for the battling vessels amid the chaos of the quaking cavern. He followed the pull of Gabriel's pained grace and the sound of cracking and crashing rock. The annoyance and anger had long since bled into rage and pride and Sam’s eyes widened at the sight of enormous bright grace and twisting tar as they tore into each other and whipped around the cave. The hunter's soul filled with worry and fright as Gabriel's first memory of pain filled him, knowing wounded grace when he saw it. His gaze didn’t leave the two, watching as iridescent tar struggled to hold its shape while latching onto Gabriel's strobing grace even as Loki burned at the contact.

The hunter turned, not taking his eyes off of the enormous battling forces as he rounded the corner and a collection of spoons. He let out a startled shout when Gabriel landed hard under Loki's twisting form a few feet away from him, floorboards, armor, and rumble flying into the air. Sam covered his eyes, feet finally stopping at the impact the archangels had made. He looked quickly back to Gabriel and Loki’s tangled true forms before his eyes fell on their vessels.

Sam gasped, he had never seen Gabriel’s vessel injured.

“Gabriel!”

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WIP Wednesday

Hello everybody~

Oh, man. I have had some writer's block, but the muse is slowly waking up which is great 'cause I got so many WIPs right now. (Like Jumpsuits and Candy, Learn, bangs, and literally 27 others). But I am still focused on finishing Taste of Cherry! Hopefully, I'll have an update about other projects, but first Cherry. I am planning on posting the last few chapters as a chunk rather than just the chapter I have done. And with that being said, I apologize for the wait but in the meantime have a little taste below the cut.

Taste of Cherry -Chapter Ten Preview

Sam stood stunned by the bright light of his bubbling soul and the thread of grace that seemed to be interwoven and pulsing within him. Even as he tried to soothe and track the archangel's mood through their connection he found once he looked into the full-length mirror he couldn't look away. His head turned as he stared at the swirling light within him and the rippling changes in the grace that was wrapped around him. His brows pinched as he watched the shimmering grace of his partner, the more he focused, the more he was able to see how Gabriel seemed to be wafting around him like a barrier in the ether. Sam’s eyes didn’t leave the sight as he listened to Gabriel’s increasingly frustrated grace and the anger that seemed to spike within the strains of grace.

“Hey, Snow white!”

Sam turned away from the sight of his soul, waking back to his counterpart Sam, swallowing back his snark at the alertness that had fallen into the once reclined ruler. When Sam had left for the mirror, the bearded lawyer had been on the edge of sleep, relaxed back into the cushions with his legs propped up, but had shifted to sit up fully.

“Don't be so sensitive. Maybe, it's a compliment.” the monster eater grumbled as he stood not looking at the brunette.

Sam frowned at his words, doubting him momentarily before considering that the twisted soul might mean it.

The King of Hell rolled his eyes as ink and magic faded from them. “I think it's archangel hunting season,” the bearded brunette commented, jerking his head towards the doorway.

Seconds after the ruler had finished speaking an ethereal screech echoed from within the hoard and Sam's soul resonated with Gabriel's pain. Sam didn't bother answering or waiting, not with the twist of pain that stole his breath. The archangel's anger and frustration were one thing, but pain was something he wasn't accustomed to sensing through their connection.

“Gabriel!”

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Conversations in the Dark

Rating: Teen

Warnings and Tags: Mentioned/Referenced trauma, angst, redefining relationships, getting together, fix it kinda, post finale, Sam Winchester's angst beard, comfort, dealing with trauma, past trauma, post cage, post Asmodeus, song fic,

Word Count: 2,894

Ship: Sabriel - Sam Winchester/ Gabriel

Author Notes: I did it! Words and a completed story! Thank you @huntressandlioness1 for beta’ing this for me, and thank you @lord-angelfish and @incorrectcoldflashblog for inspiring me to finish it. Happy Reading! The lyrics and the title are from John Legend’s song by the same name.

Summary: Sam and Gabriel finally talk. Inspired by: People aren’t made for each other, that's not how relationships work. People make themselves for each other and the song Conversations in the Dark by John Legend.

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Conversations in the Dark

Sam wasn't sure how they had gotten here. They had known each other for years, and most of the time he had hated the archangel sitting beside him. Now, however, he just wished it wasn't so weird between them. He ran his fingers back through his hair scratching at his scalp as he shifted on the cushions. His legs spread more as he got more comfortable leaning against the armrest. Sam couldn't help but swallow when Gabriel didn't move his crossed legs that pressed against his knee. He had expected him to. It had been decades since they had been anything physical, and after Sam had seen him at his worst, the archangel seemed to enjoy their distance.

Sam had thought that maybe they would have something, maybe not something like they could have before, but had hoped that they could be at least friends. The brunette wasn't sure they were friends as they sat beside each other watching some B horror movie the celestial and Dean had chosen for this week's movie night. His eyes glanced to the other as Gabriel laughed a Red Vine hanging out of his mouth as he leaned towards where Dean and Castiel were sitting. His brother and Gabriel shared a laugh as Castiel watched the film with more intensity than it deserved.

Sam offered a smile, looking back to the screen and sighing inwardly. It wasn't like Gabriel hated him, but ever since Jack had brought back the archangel, they hadn't talked. It was always: “Hiya Sammy,” and “Later Moose,” and of course “Where's Cassie at?”

The tall hunter didn't remember when exactly they had given up on trying to have a conversation, but they had at some point. They had filled nights and days with talking and listening to each other. Sam had listened and comforted the archangel as he struggled with nightmares and Gabriel had listened to Sam's plights in return. The archangel was still one of the few people alive who knew Sam still struggled with knowing what was real and what wasn't, that he still had night terrors.

Sam tried to be understanding. They had all witnessed the archangel at his lowest, had lost everything he had left to lose, and when he wasn't particularly pleased with being brought back. They had talked about that, it was probably the last conversation they had had, now that Sam thought about it.

Sam couldn't believe that Gabriel hadn't found a way to move away from him. He shifted his hand under his chin as the screen flickered, and the credits started to roll. He blinked, having missed the majority of it lost in his thoughts. Sam looked up and said good night to his brother and Cas, catching the remote when Dean tossed it to him knowing despite the late hour Sam wasn't going to bed yet. His eyes slid to Gabriel who looked ready to stand in the dim light the TV offered.

Talk, let's have conversations in the dark

"Hey, um… You got a sec? Can we talk?"

Gabriel’s silhouette visibly stiffened in the darkness. "Sure, Sam…" he cleared his throat shifting in his seat. “We can talk,” he added, finally moving from Sam's side.

Sam sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth at the loss of contact. The brunette frowned, looking away from the archangel towards the television, turning it off and basking in the darkness. He swallowed, glancing at the yellow lights that filled the hallway with light and filtered weakly into the dark den.

Watch movies that we've both already seen

"Whatcha wanna talk ‘bout, champ?" Hesitation colored Gabriel’s tone.

Sam could practically feel the buzz of Gabriel's anxious grace in the air. "Us," he ventured, a hand scraping over his jaw before sliding around the back of his neck. "Do you…" Sam sighed feeling the archangel shift but was unable to make out more than his outline in the dim light as he glanced at him. He looked back to the hallway with a frown, half hating that Gabriel could probably make out his every facial tic while he couldn't see the dirty blonde at all. "Do you not wanna be around me anymore?" He finally braved with a wave of his hand.

"No,” the word sounded like it was punched out of him. “No, Sam, I don't want that.” Gabriel shifted more, and Sam could feel his stare before he turned away again. "I like hanging out with you," he mumbled with reluctance.

The hunter waited, thinking he would say more, but after a long stretch, Sam could hear the crinkle of cellophane and the crunch of chips.

Sam sighed, fingers rubbing over his bearded jaw, thinking about the archangel's response before shaking his head. “Why wouldn’t you look at me now?” He could feel the twitch of Gabriel’s vessel beside him, despite the distance the shorter being had put between them on the cushions. “I thought… I thought maybe it was just something new. That you had trouble with and would do to everyone. But you don’t do it with everyone, just me.”

“I look at you! What are you talking about? I look at you all the time,” Gabriel rebutted, scoffing at the idea.

I ain't even looking at the screen

It's true, I got my eyes on you

"I've been lookin’ at you all night," he admitted in a quiet voice, half covered by the crunch of quickly forgotten potato chips.

Sam blinked at the admittance. Unsure what to do with the honesty in his voice or the knowledge that Gabriel had been watching him throughout the movie. That he didn't see the archangel looking at him whenever he wasn't paying attention. The hunter frowned, however, shaking his head and dismissing the information. Gabriel had been able to look at him and talk to him before, this was different.

“But it's more than that,” Sam insisted, looking at his long fingers as he toyed with a seam in his armrest. “We don't talk. You practically run away from me every time we're in a room together."

He sighed as frustration and anxiety bled into his voice. His fear that he was too different, too changed after the Cage for the wayward archangel that was back to full strength, made his heart clench. Fear that he was too tainted and broken, a reminder to the archangel of everything that had happened overwhelmed him for a moment before he forced it down with a rub of his palm.

“I know my soul is different now. Is that…” Sam let his voice trail off, unable to ask outright even in the embracing darkness.

"What?!" Gabriel coughed, a crinkle sounding as chips were dropped, and the bag fell to the ground.

And you say that you're not worthy

You get hung up on your flaws

Sam didn't look up from his fingers feeling the archangel move closer to him. Gabriel pulled a clicking breath through his teeth, shaking his head.

“No, what? Sam how could you-"

Hands rushed to touch the hunter's bicep before they stopped just before they could make contact. Sam's gaze flicked to him watching the shake of Gabriel's head and squinting to try to make out the archangel's face in the dark.

"It's not that, never that. It's not what you think.”

The hunter couldn't help the tightness in his voice when the archangel retreated from him, watching Gabriel's hands drop to the space still between them on their shared loveseat.

“Please, tell me what you think I think,” the brunette said, looking away from him again just to glare at the dark TV, fingers fidgeting with the fabric.

The archangel moved closer, removing the space he had put between them. “That there is something wrong with your soul, that there is something wrong with it, and that's why I haven't been around you since I got juiced up.” Sam flinched at the accuracy, and Gabriel's eyes lit with a slow flow of grace permeating the darkness. “Because there isn’t, Sam Winchester. Your soul is beautiful and strong. If anything I think you’re more miraculous than before,” Gabriel admitted openly in the cover of darkness.

But in my eyes, you are perfect as you are

“You know, some people find scars sexy,” he teased, pairing the jest with a soft clench of his hand on Sam's tense arm.

The hunter let out a huff of a laugh that quickly turned into an unstoppable rumble of laughter, when he looked back at the being he just wanted more time with. The archangel's eyes still held a dim glow of grace and allowed the human to make out the rise of Gabriel's cheeks as he smiled. Sam couldn't shake his smile, letting out a sigh at the celestial’s unending ability to make him laugh.

“That was terrible, Gabe," the brunette voiced when his laughter finally ended.

“Mhm,” Gabriel said and Sam caught the movement of the archangel's shoulders in a shrug out of the corner of his eyes. “Doesn't make it less true, Sam.”

“Then what is it, Gabriel?” Sam asked, hands moving to his chest as he continued. “Did I… Did I do something?”

A hard huff of air left Gabriel's borrowed lungs. "Did you do something?" He repeated as a long stretch of silence passed between them.

"No, Sam. It's me…” he said with a sigh, head going back against the sofa. “I'm the one that did everything, kid," Gabriel mumbled, letting his hand slide slowly from Sam’s arm. "I just don't know how to be around you."

I won't ever try to change you, change you

I will always want the same you, same you

Swear on everything I pray to

The moment the too-warm hand left his bicep Sam missed it. "What-!" He bit back his words, sealing his lips in a tight line at the sound of his raised voice. The brunette cleared his throat, pinching the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb, and tried to control his tone and frustration. "What does that mean?” He asked more evenly. “You’ve seen me at my worst. We both have seen each other at their worst,” Sam added, his left hand moving to rest over his own stomach, remembering the first time he'd watched the archangel die and the last.

“It's different, Sam.”

The hunter shook his head, knowing what he met but not accepting it. “Look, we’ve both changed a lot since the university. But my point is, I know we’ve been different for a while, even before the TV land thing. Before you kissed me...”

Sam had never been sure how he'd felt about it then, what they had started, but now he knew better. He had changed his opinion of the then Trickster before Gabriel had laid it on so thick he would have been a fool to miss it. It was only when Gabriel realized that the brunette had never outed him, even when he had confronted him about it before the holy fire, that their dynamic had changed for the first time. Only for them to continue changing as the decades passed them by.

“Yeah,” Gabriel paused, his vessel still beside Sam, head still back as he thought about their first kiss, their first fuck, and the slow death and lie-riddled history that colored their relationship. “I get it, Sam. But, I…”

Sam was quiet, turning in his seat to face Gabriel. He swallowed brows furrowing as he tried to get a glimpse of Gabriel's face in the dark. His hazel gaze watched for any movement in the suddenly still archangel. He watched as Gabriel's chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh before the archangel pressed on.

“I don't know how to act with someone who knows me, Sam,” Gabriel finally said, the words sounding like they were being ripped from him. “It's been…” Gabriel let out a humorless laugh, hands going to his face in the dark. “Fuck, I don't even know how long it's been. When did planets start orbiting stuff?”

Sam bit back a laugh he knew would derail Gabriel if he let it out, turning his head from him but not his body. “You think I know you?” The hunter asked, more amazed than anything that he could be the one who knew Gabriel most.

The archangel's hands left his face and Sam didn't need his sight to feel Gabriel's incredulous eyebrow raise and his head turned to him. The look even in the dark caused Sam to shift against the back of the sofa, a small smile worming onto his lips at the ball of happiness that started to unravel in his chest.

“Yeah, kiddo, you,” Gabriel said as he turned on the sofa, propping his head on his fist and resting his elbow on the back of the sofa. “No one’s ever listened to me like you do.”

Keep the secrets that you told me, told me

“You haven't ever let someone listen to you before, but…” Sam didn't hide his smile licking over his bottom lip and chewing on it before looking back at the archangel. “I'm happy it was me.”

“Me too,” Gabriel said in a melodic breath.

Sam smiled, eyes glancing down to the space between them. “No one has ever really listened like you do either and understood, or at least honestly tried to.” He shifted slightly, enjoying how the space between them had shrunk when Gabriel moved closer.

Well, I could sleep forever next to you, next to you

And we, we got places we both gotta be

Gabriel nodded slightly, head tilted down as if he was looking at their touching knees. “I don't want it to be weird, Sam. I just… I can't be like before and I don't know how to be this.”

But there ain't nothing I would rather do

Than blow off all my plans for you

Sam didn't need the hand gestures Gabriel gave to himself to understand what he meant. Sam wasn't sure he would be able to handle how they were before, all heat and rough touches, and he could imagine why an archangel who had never had an honest and open relationship, platonic or otherwise, for the past few eons didn't know how to act now.

“I don't really know how to either, Gabe,” Sam said with a shrug, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked over Gabriel's silhouette in the dark. “I don't know if you've noticed my track record, but it's not great either.” He scoffed, shaking his head to dislodge the dark thoughts trying to worm into his brain. The act was made easier when he felt Gabriel's hand squeeze his kneecap. “But I do know I miss you… I miss talking to you, like this,” Sam ventured, laying his hand over the archangel's.

“I miss listening to you,” Gabriel said, not moving his head, but also didn't move his hand. “And having you to talk to.”

“I didn't go anywhere.”

And you say that you're not worthy

And get hung up on your flaws

Gabriel let out a derisive sound clicking his tongue on the back of his teeth. “I know, Sam,” he murmured, turning his hand over to take Sam's in his and toying with his long fingers. “I know I was the one that ran, again… I'm really good at it.”

But in my eyes, you are perfect as you are

As you are

Sam let a chuckle slip past his lips spreading his fingers so that Gabriel could run his fingers over and between them as he lifted his palm. “You are the best at running…” he chuckled again but this time it sounded a bit more somber. “I certainly never got as far as you.”

I won't ever try to change you, change you

I will always want the same you, same you

Swear on everything I pray to

At that, Gabriel laughed too. “Yeah, worked out better for you than me though,” he paused as his fingers paused in between Sam's, interlacing them. “I don't wanna run from you, it's just-”

“Kinda what you do?”

When no one seems to notice

And your days, they seem so hard

“Yeah,” Gabriel groaned out. “See, you do know me!”

Sam hummed, nodding slowly hearing the false cheer in Gabriel's voice and clenching his fingers around the archangel's. Sam hadn't really thought about it before Gabriel had said it, but he did know him. The brunette closed his eyes as Gabriel's finger tips ran over his sighing softly into the quiet. He didn't think anyone knew as much about him as Gabriel. Sam wouldn't feel comfortable talking to anyone else about most of it, and he didn't think anyone could take it in stride like Gabriel had.

My darling, you should know this

My love is everywhere you are

“How about instead of running away you could just run to me?” Sam asked after a long moment of quiet, his eyes having closed in the darkness and focused on the feeling of Gabriel's hand in his and his knee pressed against his.

I'll be there when you get lonely, lonely

Keep the secrets that you told me, told me

“I think I can manage that, Sam,” he said in a whisper.

I won't break your heart

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Okay, I’m gonna ask about Conversations in the Dark since I love that song <3 although I’m also intrigued by Sweet Tooth as a title, feels like that could go a couple of very different ways lol, I’m picturing either horror or smut or both??

Hiii dear, thank you so much for asking! I love that song too, it's such a good one. This is actually an older WIP I kept out since I still really like it. It's a sabriel (of course xD) and a song fic where Sam and Gabriel finally talk about their relationship and use the darkness of a room as a buffer to feel more comfortable about the conversation. It's an angst fest and a half. Here's a little snipping.

Talk, let's have conversations in the dark

Gabriel’s silhouette visibly stiffened in the darkness. "Sure, Sam, we can talk…" he cleared his throat shifting in his seat, this time moving from against Sam's side.

Sam sucked in a hard breath through his teeth at the loss of contact. The brunette frowned, looking away from the archangel towards the television, turning it off and basking in the darkness. He swallowed glancing at the yellow lights that lined the hallway as the room stayed dark.

"Bout what champ?" Hesitation colored Gabriel’s tone.

Watch movies that we've both already seen

Sam could practically feel the buzz of Gabriel's anxious grace in the air. "Us," he ventured a hand scraping over his jaw before sliding around the back of his neck. "Do you…" Sam sighed feeling the archangel shift but unable to make out more than his outline in the dim light semi hating that Gabriel could probably make out his every facial tic while he couldn't see him at all. "Do you not wanna be around me anymore?" He finally asked with a wave of his hand.

"No. No, I don't want that," Gabriel shifted more, looking at the brunette before turning away. "I like hanging out with you," he said, pausing and Sam thought he would say more, but the hunter could hear the crinkle of cellophane and chewing.

Sam thought about the archangel's response before shaking his head. “Why wouldn’t you look at me now?” He could feel the twitch of Gabriel’s vessel beside him despite the distance the shorter being had put between them on the cushions. “I thought… I thought maybe it was just something new. That you had trouble with and would do to everyone. But you don’t do it with everyone, just me.”

“I look at you! What are you talking about? I look at you all the time,” Gabriel rebutted, scoffing at the idea in the dark.

I ain't even looking at the screen, It's true, I got my eyes on you

"I've been lookin’ at you all night," he admitted in a quiet voice, half covered by the crunch of forgotten potato chips.

Ha! Omg you know me so well, that's freaking hilarious. I honestly laughed so much because weirdly Sweet Tooth is actually a fluffy little piece, a sabriel piece. Sam ends up buying/owning a bakery and Gabe is the baker/general manger he hires. I was trying to write something that was only fluff for once. Unsurprisingly, I have not gotten super far in writing it. Maybe I will turn it into a horror/smut fic at this point... that would be easier to finish lol But here is a little bit from the little bit I actually wrote.

"Hey Gabe," Sam greeted walking to meet him at the counter. "How did this morning go?" Sam asked knowing that Gabriel had already been there for hours preparing for the day.

"Easy Peasy," Gabriel said with a shrug, tilting his head as his eyes drifted over Sam as the taller man opened his suit jacket and leaned his forearm on the counter. A sound of breezy approval leaving his lips. "I got it perfect this time."

Sam's brows arched in surprise and excitement, his grin growing. "Really? You figured it out?"

"Was there ever a doubt?" Gabriel smirked, brows bouncing as he reached below the counter for the covered plate he had kept for Sam's visit.

Sam had been more than happy when Gabriel had expressed his want to bring back some of the original sweets, but they hadn't left any of the recipes behind when Sam bought the store. Sam hadn't doubted him to be honest Gabriel was amazing with an oven and had loved this shop just as much as Sam had when they were kids. He had been the natural choice when Sam had been looking for a new baker last year. The brunette smiled pulling off the lid and grinning at the double fudge and white chocolate chip brownies.

"In you? Never," Sam laughed, picking one of the three up. "Unless I need you to pick me up at the airport," he teased with a crooked smile.

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leatawrites · 3 months

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Hiii everybody. I just wanted to make a quick post that I did make a Discord server. The Lounge is a pretty random place with lots of stuff that still manages to be quiet. It is an 18+ server. So far it's mainly been used for storage of cool resources we’ve found or talking about the things we enjoy and wips. I’d love to see you there!

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I wish you would write a fic where Sam shoved Gabriel to the wall choking him and tugging his hair and Gabriel absolutely loved every second of it

Hey hey hey Nonnie, you know me well. ♥️ I love this request so much I wrote this story like five fucking times five different ways, so many options. This is one that I'll probably turn into a full fic as soon as I have more time to focus on one-shots again. But in my head, this is kind of a follow-up from Convince Me, but I feel it can be read alone. Sorry took so long, but I feel like this will be more of a three-part situation. I hope you enjoy the lead up!

This will probably be titled: Choke Me Like You Mean It

Warnings and Tags: breath play, hair pulling, hair kink, soulless Sam

Gabriel let out a huff, he wasn't surprised. If you show up in a hunter's personal space after being dead, you should expect to be shoved into the nearest surface. He wasn't surprised about the wall suddenly at his back or the hand wrapped tightly around his throat, but he was surprised by the shiver he let run through his vessel. Gabriel's brow rose, remembering when they'd been here before with his back pressed up against a wall and a large hand pressed against his throat. He swallowed against the brunette's grip, as his eyes rolled up Sam's outstretched arm to his furrowed brows.

“Hiya handsome,” he hummed, earning him a new squeeze around his throat.

“You died.”

Gabriel's eyes closed at the firm grip. “I got better,” the archangel breezed, resisting the thrill that shot through his grace. His eyes opened looking towards the taller man's empty body. “Lose something?”

Sam's expression shifted, not bothering to hide behind acted emotions, but his grip stayed tight. “Does it matter?” He questioned, leaning closer as he watched the shorter vessel.

“Yeah.” Gabriel released a breath, drawing out the word as his body shifted closer to the towering soulless hunter. “Might play this differently.” His gaze wandered over the muscles that looked more defined as they flexed.

The brunette didn't look away from him, leaning closer and pressing him harder into the motel wall. His left hand came to comb back through Gabriel's locks, twisting his fingers into them. He didn't look away as Gabriel's lips parted in a silent moan, head leaning back with Sam's tugging fingers.

“Why are you here?” Sam asked, loosening his grip on the archangel.

The celestial groaned hips shifting against the wall at his arousal. He released a pleased hum as his hands moved to grip Sam's bare arms. Gabriel's eyes roved over Sam's snarled lip and narrowed eyes before sinking lower to his chest. His head tilted in Sam's iron-clad grip. He swallowed thinking against the hand clenched tight against him, brows raising.

Sam glared at him, watching the archangel relax further under his hands. His hands held tight, pressing him harder into the wall when Gabriel's hips hitched forward and brushed against him. The brunette’s eyes closed at the press of Gabriel's hardening length against him, swallowing before yanking back on the celestial's hair demanding an answer.

“Boredom?” He offered, eyes flicking over Sam's frown. “Horny?” Gabriel’s brow lifted when Sam just continued to stare at him. “Does it really matter?” He breathed, licking over his parted lips wanting to see an unrestrained Sam. “Just as long as you keep doing that, big boy.”

Sam frowned, squeezing the tempting archangel’s throat tighter and pressing closer to him. “I hate you,” he hissed, dragging Gabriel higher up the wall.

"You know, normally I'd believe you," he said, eyes flickering over Sam's broad tee-shirt-clad chest. "But you're all empty inside."

The archangel let out a grunt when Sam squeezed his throat tighter, feeling the air he didn't need get cut off. His hands moved to brace on Sam's chest as he leaned closer. His hips shifted as his lips parted in a breathless gasp. Gabriel shivered against him, his toes kicking at the floor as Sam lifted him by his throat and hair. His eyes rolled closed, wrapping his legs like vices around the hunter's hips and pulling him flush against him.

Sam's expression shifted, but his hand didn't release him, his other forcing Gabriel's head back with a harsh pull and watching as the archangel's body bowed against him. "Don’t need a soul to know I hate you." His eyes didn’t leave Gabriel. “You came back just to fuck with me?” He questioned, his fingers uncurling in the dirty blonde locks and easing his grip. “I remember hating you.”

“Ah, but you don't hate me now do you?” Gabriel released a pleased sound when Sam’s nails scrapped against his scalp. He grinned, licking over his lips and returning the favor by digging his own into Sam's forearm. “You don't feel anything,” he said with a smile, eyes opening to look over the other’s carnal gaze. “All you're thinking about is how fun it would be to choke an archangel and fuck them into the wall.” Gabriel grinned at the flick of Sam's gaze over his vessel. “‘Cause I'd let you, Sammy, and it would feel so good.”

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