Shipping and Other Slightly Inappropriate Madness

For SFF: Merman!Sam meets Angel!Gabe while Gabe is practicing his aerobatics from the cliffs above Sam's underwater cave home.

OH GOD, BUT LIKE THIS IS AMAZING AND TOTALLY FANTASTIC IN A WAY THAT I WASN’T EVEN EXPECTING, I JUST NEED ALL OF THIS, ALL OF THIS ALL OVER MY DAMN FACE.  

BECAUSE THIS IS GLORIOUS AND WONDERFUL AND ALL AU AND SO AMAZING.  

So I am literally picturing mermaid!Sam lounging on his grotto, his tail beautifully aquamarine like his eyes, one of the most beautiful things Gabriel has ever seen in his entire life.  

His tail is a combination of a riot of colors (which is actually not considered pretty in mermaid standards, solid colors with slight tinting is beautiful, like Dean and his tail that is emerald and a dozen other shades of green), but his is a mottled combination of brown, blue and green.  

It gets him ridiculed, just like his size does (not his fault he’s the largest merman in their clan), so he often spends his time in a grotto that he found that only Dean and Charlie know about.  He doesn’t give a shit if anyone else knows about him, especially about all of the time that he spends up here.  

Sam is in the process of sunning himself (he loves the sun, another thing that makes him weird), on the rock when he hears a flapping sound.  He opens his eyes to smile.  Often, birds will fly close, before realizing his tail is attached to a much larger upper half than they were expecting, and they’ll soar over him, cawing their frustration.  

Except this time, instead of a bird, Sam is staring at a person attached to those wings.  That person (golden, his eyes are golden, who had golden eyes like the treasure Sam sometimes found in the sunken ships off the reef?), stared at him in similar shock.  Sam remained frozen for another moment before he dove back into the water, submerging everything but his head, staring up at the creature.  

He could be gone in a second if he was about to be attacked.  Except the creature landed on the grotto (on HIS grotto) and held out a hand to him.  

“I won’t hurt you.  My name is Gabriel, I’m an angel.  I’m just exploring.”  

Sam raises himself a little further out of the water and stares at Gabriel before offering up his own name.  

Sam’s natural curiosity gets the better of him and he starts asking questions, and Gabriel tells him about the world, about the humans on land, as well as all the creatures there.  Sam trades back by telling Gabriel about all the creatures under the sea, about swimming with whales and dolphins, and before he knows it, he is spending every day with Gabriel.  

Dean comments on it, but Dean has found a mate at last - a merman from the deep ocean, named Castiel.  His tail is the most beautiful thing Dean’s (and Sam, but he’s not telling Dean that) ever seen.  The most perfect shade of cerulean blue, that blends into a hundred different hues.  Castiel blends into the ocean itself, and he’s breathtaking.  A perfect fit for Dean.  

Sam ignores him and spends his time with Gabriel, until one day, Gabriel stops coming.  It’s only after he no longer appears that Sam realizes what Gabriel meant to him, and how he felt cherished, even loved, by Gabriel’s presence and questions about his own life.  

Sam cries.  He cries for Gabriel, and for the lonliness he now feels even more acutely when he returns to see Dean and Castiel together.  He considers running away, never coming back.  Maybe if he was on his own, things wouldn’t hurt so badly.  

A full moon cycle has passed since the last time he saw the Angel, and Sam has taken to sleeping near the grotto instead of returning to their reef.  It was dangerous, but he felt better being close to where he could at least feel Gabriel’s presence.  Where he remembered it.  

A bird could love a fish.  But where would they live.  Even if Gabriel returned his love, they were creatures of two separate worlds.  They could never be together.  

Sam’s sorrow deepened at the realization and at the end of two full moon cycles, he knew that he would never see Gabriel again, and he prepared to leave.  He packed a small bag, and left a note for Dean and Castiel, so they would understand why he had gone.  He went to the grotto and tilted his head into the sun.  

“You’ve lost weight.”  

The voice is beloved and Sam would know it anywhere, in the ocean, in the air, anywhere.  He clenches his eyes shut and looks to the sky, looks for Gabriel, for his wings that should be catching rays of sunlight with their resplendent gold color.  But there is no one.  

So he spins around, wondering if he imagined the voice, if his imagination and longing has truly done such a horrific thing to him.  A sob catches in his throat when Gabriel plops on the rock next to him, his wings gone.  Sam stares at him and reaches out to touch Gabriel on the shoulder, softly, gently, juOst making sure…

“I’m real.  I’m sorry I stayed away so long.  I wanted to prepare something, in case, well, depend on how this conversation goes.”  

And Sam is incredulous, and he just holds onto Gabriel’s arm tighter, his words are lost in his throat, so he just whispers Gabriel’s name and leans in closer to him and nuzzles his neck.  He doesn’t care of Gabriel pushes him away, he needed to see the angel again.  

“So, here’s the long and short of it.  I can give up my wings.  Give up my power as an angel, and channel it into something else.”  

Sam snaps to attention, because he knows how much Gabriel loves his wings, and loves being an angel, and he protests, because he doesn’t want Gabriel to do that for any reason, at all, because Gabriel is so beautiful.  

And Gabriel just snorts and tightens his fingers on the cup he is holding, carefully.  He explains, “I had to go find a brother.  He’d left his wings behind.  Traded them.  For a tail.”  He glances down to Sam’s tail and swallows harder.  “He fell in love with a merman, Sam.  Just like I did.  And, I can’t, I won’t ask you to give up your home, your brother, and his mate, and everything you love about the sea.  But I would…I would like to join you.  If you would have me.”  

Sam is beside himself, stunned, but the idea that Gabriel does not wish to leave him, wishes to stay with him, he’s nodding, his eyes filling with his tears, and he watches as Gabriel swallows down the liquid in the cup he had been holding, before throwing the cup back towards the grotto.  

Sam follows Gabriel into the water, and watches him tread water for a few moments before a pained grimace comes over him.  He reaches out to touch Gabriel’s arm, only to watch as Gabriel’s legs melt away.  He gasps as Gabriel’s legs become a tail, with beautiful spines and frills, all in shades of gold.  

Gabriel is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen and he follows Gabriel underwater, and reaches out to touch his tail now, stroking his fingers over the scales, and he’s so distracted, he pulls Gabriel into a kiss before Gabriel even has a moment to think otherwise.  

Now he finds the words, and they come spilling out of him.  Words of love, and adoration and mate, that Gabriel is his, even though he isn’t beautiful, and their tails are sliding together, and it’s bliss and Sam is almost unable to keep it together, for how wonderful it is.

And Gabriel is kissing him, over and over again, tell him that he is beautiful, and that he wanted this, because he could not bear the thought of never being with Sam.  Of not being able to love Sam as Sam deserved.  

So of course he joined Sam.  And Sam has never been happier.  

(AND IT TURNS OUT THAT GABRIEL’S BROTHER WHO GAVE UP HIS WINGS FOR FINS JUST HAPPENS TO BE MATED TO SAM’S BROTHER BECAUSE THAT’S HOW MY SHIT WORKS OUT.)  

Imagine them getting caught under a mistletoe, and Sam getting all flustered and "You know, we really don't have to do this" And Gabriel just pulling him down for a kiss and after saying "It's tradition, Sam."

TRADITIONS ARE SO VERY IMPORTANT AND THIS IS PROBABLY MY FAVORITE KIND OF TRADITION.  

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG, SO WHAT IF.  WHAT IIIIIIIIIF.  

So, Sam thinks he is a sneaky, sneaky bastard.  He has covered so much of the bunker in mistletoe and is doing everything in his power to make sure that Dean and Castiel end up under it together, because it is about time those two get their heads out of their asses.  

Gabriel, of course, when he realizes, thinks this is a brilliant idea and may or may not give him a chance to get a certain moose under the mistletoe as well! So but he starts helping Sam in his plan.  

Castiel tries to help, and fails miserably.  Of course.  Because he does nothing but try to stand under the mistletoe and wait for Dean to walk by.  Dean has taken to stalking around the bunker with a permanent scowl on his face, which Sam also finds fucking hysterical.   

So it isn’t until Christmas Eve, when Gabriel (to their surprise) has spent the evening cooking them a proper dinner, that one of them gets caught.  Sam is helping to put things onto the table for Gabriel so he can organize them properly, when Dean whistles to get both of their attention.  They’re stuck in the doorway and Sam is heading back for more plates, and Gabriel is carrying one out.  

They, of course, turn to Dean in sync with raised eyebrows.  Dean just points above their heads and Sam freezes when he realizes.  He looks up and tries not to groan and looks down at Gabriel.  He’s a little sheepish, saying something like “You don’t have to do this”, and Gabriel just snaps the dish he was carrying onto the table and reaches up, tangling his fingers in Sam’s hair, pulling him down and into a kiss.  

“It’s tradition, you know,” Gabriel whispers against his lips and Sam just grins and pulls the angel into another kiss.  

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/screaming and shaking you/ Gabriel turning on one of Dean's TSwift CDs (he has those don't lie to me) and running Style on repeat for HOURS, just dancing along as Sam comes around the corner & laughs into his fist. And Gabriel's HAPPINESS ARIA. His happiness is SO contagious! It's bubbling up out of every single pore as he grabs Sam's hands and moves them back and forth, mouthing along with the lyrics until he's finally /SINGING at the top of his lungs. SAM'S SMILE IN RETURN ARIA. 1/2 -f!a

THE WAY IT GROWS AND MAKES HIS /SOUL GLOW. They dance along to it until both of them are /breathless, looking at each other and mutually inspiring each other to LIVE (alt ending: a Grace dancing inelegantly around a soul that’s just as tethered to it back) (FUCK they’re so in love I JUST) 2/2 -f!a

^ DAT SMILE, RIGHT FLUFF ANON?  ARGH, BUT I LOVE THIS PROMPT, OKAY? IT’S FUCKING WONDERFUL AND PERFECT.  BECAUSE THEM DANCING AND SAM LAUGHING AT HIS BROTHER, GAH.  

So, of course, Sam turns the corner and sees Dean dancing and shaking and shimmying his hips to Taylor Swift and he cannot resist bursting into loud laughter, pressing his fist to his mouth to try and stifle the noise.  

Dean does nothing but flip him off and keep dancing, which just sets Sam off all over again.  

Gabriel, who was watching Dean (and maybe even filming on his phone for blackmail later), catches sight of Sam and just FREEZES at how beautiful Sam’s soul is like this, because it is bright, incandescent and just, amazingly, incredibly beautiful, and it is everything he has ever wanted to see for Sam.  

His joy is so deep and visceral, his Grace is even responding to it and Gabriel is striding towards Sam and pulling him into the middle of the room to dance with him before he thinks better of it.  

Sam takes a few seconds to get into it, but once he does, he’s dancing completely with abandon, spinning around with Gabriel, letting the archangel twirl him, and dip him, and do all sorts of ridiculous things, and Sam cannot remember the last time he laughed so hard.  

When they finally fall together after they’re finished, Sam just leans down and kisses Gabriel, and it melts into the easiest kiss he’s ever had, just gentle swipes of their mouthes moving together, and when they pull apart, Sam is grinning down at Gabriel, and he presses their foreheads together and just, there’s this little comment about ‘well that took long enough’.  

Sam shuts Gabriel up with a kiss, because that’s his new official favorite way of shutting Gabriel the hell up.  

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So, I was talking to a friend about certain angel related kinks, and then I had a thought. What if Gabriel decides that, as a Christmas surprise for Sam (because let's face it, he hasn't had many good ones) he'll bring out the ol plumage. Show off his wings to a human for the first time in eons. But they also haven't been preened in a few hundred years. So it's time to bring the oil glands back to life too. But doing it in a vessel is trickier than he remembers, so maybe Sam ends up helping?

OH GOD, BUT WING WINK, I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AND HAVE SUCH A MIGHTY NEED FOR IT, OKAY?  OKAY, LITTLE I CANNOT EXPLAIN THE LEVEL OF NEED FOR IT, GAH.  SO MUCH NEED.  

So of course, they’ve all exchanged gifts, and Gabriel had gotten Sam some things, but Sam was a little surprised at how nervous and fidgety that Gabriel still was, and he knew that the archangel was planning something else.  

When Cas and Dean settle in to watch Die Hard (”It’s a Holiday Classic!”) and Sam brings Gabriel back to their room, determined to get it out of Gabriel, exactly what he’s hiding.  (He’ll spank it out of Gabriel if he has to, and he’s not above that!)  

So when Gabriel tells him to close his eyes and that he has a surprise for Sam, Sam can’t help grinning, bright and wide, because he knew it.  He knew it!  

When Gabriel’s voice, soft and sounding a little strained (which worries him) tells him to open his eyes, Sam freezes and STARES, because Gabriel and those are, those are his WINGS.  He gasps and just walks closer, reaching out to touch the feathers without thinking about it and strokes over one feather, his eyes flying to Gabriel when he gasps.  

Gabriel grins and gestures Sam to do it again.  “So, these are the old wings, haven’t brought ‘em out for a few eons, figured it’d be a good Christmas present for you.”  

And Sam is a lot awed and so very flattered and he’s just touching Gabriel’s wings and that’s when he catches a scent in the air and he starts to notices that some of the feathers are bent out of place.  

So Gabriel explains that Sam can kinda help him out and turn him on all at once by maybe grooming his wings.  Explains what is involved with the oil and with the twisting of the feathers and don’t be surprised if he gets really, really into it. 

Sam’s not sure what to expect as he slowly combs his fingers through Gabriel’s wings, untwisting and pulling out some of the broken feathers.  Except Gabriel’s expression is blissful and his hips are slowly churning for more in mid-air, desperate for fiction.  

The scent of the wing oil is getting even stronger and Sam’s a little heady with the smell.  Gabriel snaps them naked, and then to the bed and Sam is sprawled on top of Gabriel.  Gabriel takes the time to show Sam where his wing glands are, and Sam slowly lets the oil drip onto his fingers before combing them through the feathers.  

He’s so turned on, and so is Gabriel, he can tell by the shifting of his hips and the small moans and groans escaping every time he touches the golden wings.  Sam shifts just enough so they’re rocking together as he combs his fingers deeper into Gabriel’s wings, making the archangel shout when he does.  

Sam pauses only for a second to make sure it’s not in pain, and sees Gabriel’s eyes, completely wild with need and leans down to kiss him, stroking his feathers as their hips rock together frantically.  

And when Gabriel comes, Sam can feel what has to be Gabriel’s Grace pulsing in his wings and fuck, it’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him and he’s leaning down, kissing Gabriel even harder and more desperately.  

After they both come up for air, a mess between them, and the oil from Gabriel’s wings making a mess of the bed, Sam just presses their foreheads together and grins and asks if he can see the wings again sometime soon.  

Cause, uh, he needs to do that again.  Soon.  

Do you think Gabe likes being called Loki? If so, plz imagine him and Sam doing the do and Sam clutches Gabe to him and wails out Loki as he comes

Okay so first of all I would like to thank the father the son and the holy fucking (literally) ghost for this because N G H yes

Now okay I (probably thanks to @aria-lerendeair you devil you) see a difference between Gabriel and Loki, Loki being more forceful and rougher, whereas Gabriel is more delicate, wanting Sam to feel worshipped. So in this case…

The first time it was an accident. Gabriel has been ‘Loki’ all day, enough to get the name wedged enough in Sam’s mind that as he’s coming and clinging to Gabriel, head thrown back, the name just slips from him easily. It makes Gabriel stutter for a second before he too comes, but this of course gives Gabriel an idea. 

So the next time Loki’s out to play he decides to have some fun, pressing Sam to a wall with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Heard you saying my name last time Samster, wanna be thrown around like no one else can? and Sam just nods because /hellyeah he does and Loki obliges, i mean, how can a god refuse a man who utters his name like a prayer? :3

FOR SFF: Sam went out on a whim (read: drunk) and got a Prince Albert piercing and he doesn't know how to tell Gabriel because what if Gabe hates it? And Gabriel's just like "WTF kiddo"

HEY LOOK, AN SFF PROMPT THAT THERE WAS NO WAY I OCULD KEEP PG OR EVEN PG-13.  

@synergygabriel - Here’s some SSS for you!! 

OH GOD, I HAVE SO MANY PIERCING FEELS, ESPECIALLY WITH SAM HAVING A PRICE ALBERT PIERCING AND GABRIEL FINDING OUT AND JUST.  GAH.  GAH.  GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.  

-ahem- 

So, it’s something that happens when Sam is out with a bunch of their friends and they’re discussing their kinkiest escapades.  Sam’s is rather vanilla in comparison, almost all of them admitted to public sex, but then someone, he doesn’t know the guy, downs his entire drink and then mentions a prince albert piercing.  

Sam immediately flushes, because he knows exactly what it is, had even fantasized about getting one, but Gabriel would probably have had a fit and dump his ass if he did.  But damn.  God, how amazing would it be to have a hoop for Gabriel to tug on with his tongue while he’s getting blown-

Sam gets slapped upside the head by Charlie, who tells him he’s drooling.  

So when Sam finds himself next to the guy later (finds out his name is Chad, and that right there should have told him to stop listening right there), asking him about the piercing, and if it had hurt to get, and what it was like, you know, afterward.  

Chad expounds on the benefits of the damn piercing, and describes the sensations in enough detail that Sam is squirming a little.  He has a few more drinks, and the more Chad talks, the more that it seems like such a great idea! So when Chad asks him if he wants one, of course he says yes, and they’re off to Chad’s artist.  

It hurts a hell of a lot less than he expected, though that could be the alcohol, and when Sam wakes up the next morning, his dick sore in a less-than-awesome way, he stumbles to the bathroom and STARES at the little barbel piercing with wide eyes.  

Gabriel was going to KILL him.  

Sam manages to keep it a secret for a week.  Mostly because it’s finals week and both he and Gabriel barely have enough energy to kiss when they see each other, let alone more.  Which, thankfully, gives the piercing time to heal.  He still hasn’t taken it out, but after googling up on care (which, oh god, he’d jerked off when he’d seen some of the piercings, and fuck, he’d been so much more SENSITIVE than before, jesus!), everything seemed to have healed perfectly fine.

Which meant, after finals, when Gabriel jumped him, Sam remembered, only after they had stripped entirely and Gabriel was staring at his dick with a perplexed look his face.  

“Sam?  What is that?” 

Sam flushes and tries to stutter out an explanation but ends up just shrugging and saying he was drunk and, fuck, it feels amazing when he comes, so, uh, maybe Gabriel wouldn’t be grossed out?  

Gabriel pauses only long enough to ask if it’s safe for blowjobs and when Sam stutters out a yes, Gabriel fucking ATTACKS Sam, his tongue teasing and tugging at the piercing and the sensation is too much and Sam is coming all over himself in minutes and Gabriel is sitting back with a pleased smirk.  He announces that he loves it and spends so much time proving that to Sam.  

Six or so weeks later, when Sam is allowed to change the piercing, he slips in a ring and gives it a gentle tug, the sensation enough to have him walking around at half-chub for the rest of the day.  

He makes sure Gabriel knows they’re having a night in, and when he stretches out on the bed, hard and leaking steadily against his stomach and Gabriel walks into the room, Gabriel doesn’t even remove his shoes, before he’s crawling between Sam’s legs, staring at the ring.  

“So, uh, I decided to change the piercing.  Do you like?” 

Gabriel just stares and clears his throat and leans down, kissing the tip of Sam’s cock before tugging on the ring.  

Sam shouts, his back bowing as comes, because jesus, he’s been keyed up all day, and fuck, that felt a thousand times better than the stud.  

Gabriel’s voice is hoarse as he stares at Sam, at the mess on his stomach and he just tugs a little more on the ring, because holy SHIT.  “So, uh, sensitive?” 

Sam just laughs and nods, raising his head a little to look at Gabriel.  “Just, just a bit.”  

“So yes, I definitely like,” Gabriel said, smirking when he tugged again.  

Lets go with a classic: Sam and Gabriel getting drunk on Christmas eve and singing "Baby, Its Cold Outside"

Hey Anon!  I’m going to change the song choice, cause that one has uncomfortable rape-y esque connotations, HOWEVER THE IDEA OF THESE TWO SINGING TOGETHER IS ONE THAT I CAN GET BEHIND COMPLETELY. 

OKAY, LIKE, MINI FICLET INCOMING, BECAUSE YES.  

“It’s totally seven lords a leaping!” Gabriel said, squinting at the stereo.

Sam laughed and shook his head.  “No fucking way, it’s ten lords a leaping, I fucking have this down.”  

“You messed up five golden rings!” Gabriel said, breaking into snickers when Sam scowled at him.  

“Why aren’t we googling the lyrics again?” 

“Because!” Gabriel said, raising a finger.  “That is admitting defeat, I’m positive that it’s this track here!”  

Sam huffed and settled back on the couch.  He watched Gabriel fast forward through the song until it was at the last rotation through the verse.  

“Okay,” Gabriel said, “Here we go, you’ll see that this shit is right.”  

Twelve Pipers piping~

“That lyric is stupid,” Sam said, glancing at Gabriel.

Eleven drummers drumming~

“Also stupid,” Gabriel agreed.  

Ten Lords A-Leaping~

“I KNEW IT!” Sam shouted, pumping his fists in the air.  

Nine Ladies Dancing~

“Then what the fuck is seven?” Gabriel asked, falling back on the couch

Eight Maids a Milking~

“Stupid,” Sam and Gabriel said together, and then leaned in, listening closely. 

Seven swans a swimming~

“What the fuck,” Gabriel said, looking at Sam.

Six Geese A-Laying~

Sam snickered and shook his head.  

Five Golden Riiiiiiiiiiiiings~

“Wanna go do our own laying, Sam,” Gabriel asked, his eyebrow waggling.

Four Calling Birds~

Sam snorted and rolled his eyes.

Three French Hens~

“That wasn’t a no…” Gabriel said, grin widening.  

Two Turtle Doves~

Sam stood up and turned off the stereo before pulling Gabriel in for a kiss.  “Two turtle doves, and a Gabriel Novak in my bed,” he added with a wink, dragging Gabriel towards his bedroom.  

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