All Angels Don't Go To Heaven
Sam turned the corner in the cave. "Dean, in here." He called his brother out of another alcove. "I found something."
Dean and Castiel rounded the corner. They stopped at the pile of gold that met them. "Wow, what the . . . " Dean started to grab at a plate near the entrance.
Cas snapped and sent Dean flying back into the hallway. "No Dean. We are here to find the Lamp of Eden."
Dean rubbed his shoulder and joined them back in the entrance.
Sam cocked his head. "What is this Lamp of Eden Cas?"
"It's one of Heaven's weapons. Trust me. We don't want ANYONE to find this one." Cas, flipped his coat back and began to wade through the golden dishes.
"So how do we find it? Can you whistle for it?" Dean shuffled next to his brother.
Cas turned back to Dean, his blue eyes burning holes into the hunter. "No Dean. We just have to look for it."
They waded through the bobbles for quite awhile. Finally, Sam raised a teapot looking golden container. "Cas, I got it." Sam dusted the gold with the hem of his flannel shirt. The lamp began to quiver in his hands. "Um, Cas."
Cas looked up at him, suddenly an aqua smoke cut the space between them. Sam scanned the area before he realized the smoke was coming from the lamp. He dropped it, watching a shape take form. "Hi ho there mast. . . . oh you've got to be kidding me."
"Gabriel?" Dean was at his brother's side, face slack with frustration. "Didn't you get kicked off the island already?"
"Ha! Funny as ever Dean. This is what happens to me when I die. Father made me this lovely little bottle to keep me safe after being de-winged." Gabe crossed his arms.
Castiel joined the threesome in the middle of the cave. He contemplated his brother. "You look well Gabriel."
Gabe's eyes narrowed. "You brought them here? To find me? Thanks."
"Wait. Cas, you knew he was in there? Why didn't you tell us?" Dean tripped on a loose necklace, then caught his balance.
"Gabriel has always been a bit of a well meaning misfit. Father made a plan that when he died, his resting place would be in this bottle, to grant wishes and finally follow orders." Cas explained. He turned to stare at Gabriel. "A task that was difficult for him in his angel form."
"I followed orders. Until I couldn't stand it anymore." Gabe argued. "But yeah, wishes."
"So we get like 3?" Dean asked.
"Actually," Cas stepped up to the older hunter. "That is only folk lore and wives tale. Gabe must grant wishes for the master till his death."
"Which one?" Dean mumbled.
"Well, Sam of course, he found the lamp." Cas answered.
Dean snorted. "I meant which death."
"So whattya say big boy?" Gabe winked at Sam. "Get over here and rub me the right way."
"You're really a genie?" Sam wrinkled his nose.
"Yep. What gave it a way? The purple pajamas?" Gabe yanked at his gold and purple silk pant in disgust.
"And you live it that bottle. . . .thing." Dean gestured.
"Yes." Gabe yelled, stopping his foot in frustration. "And guess what? It's filled with a thousand throw pillows and silly silk scarves. I'm lucky my belly button isn't showing right now. So could you just wish your wish and move on."
Dean took a deep breath. "Listen, you help us, and Sam will wish you free when we‘re done."
"Gonna make Pinocchio a real boy while your at it?" Gabe smirked. "Listen, nice gesture. But that's not how this gig works. I'm uber grounded okay? End of story."
"Okay. We tried. Now, let's get out of here." Sam pointed toward the cave entrance.
They waited in silence, Dean and Sam staring at Gabe in anticipation.
Castiel cleared his throat. "Sam, you have to actually say I wish we could get out of here. Those are the guidelines for his punishment."
Sam rolled his eyes, cracking his neck at the same time. "Gabriel, I wish we could get out of this cave."
Gabe snapped his fingers above his head and the quartet landed with a rumble of thuds as they all hit the ground. Dean rolled uncomfortably between the two double beds. Cas swayed against the bathroom door. Sam huddled near the table under the window.
“Would ya mind sticking the landing next time?” Dean pulled himself up using the two beds for leverage.
“Awe, did Deano get an owie on his tushy?” Gabe cocked his head at the frowning Winchester.
“Stop it you two. Alright. What we need is a plan.” Sam flipped his hair out of his face.
“A plan for what?” Cas cocked his head to the side.
Sam scowled at the trench coated angel. “To keep Gabriel out of the wrong hands.”
Gabriel batted his lashes at the young hunter. “Sammy, I didn’t know you cared.”
“Alright. Castiel needs to get to Heaven to check out the 411 up there.” Dean threw himself across the hotel bed. “Sammy and I will stay here with the genie. Shouldn’t be to hard. He has to do what Sam says right?”
Cas hesitated, concern painting his blue eyes. “ Well, yes, anything Sam wishes, is his command.” He answered uncomfortably. “It may take time for me to get any information in Heaven. Are you sure this will be okay?”
Sam twiddled his thumbs, his blank stare harsh in the dim light of the hotel room. “Yeah, we got it Cas. Go check on the war.” An evil smirk played across his lips.
Cas scowled at both hunter's, but finally disappeared.
"So, whattya want big guy? Blonds? Brunettes? Redheads?" Gabe hopped up on one of the beds.
Sam stared at Dean, hovering in the center of the room. "Deano? What do you want?"
"Cheeseburgers?" Dean shrugged.
"I don't think so." Sam smirked and scoped the angel relaxing on the bed. "I wish. . . . that Gabriel would kiss you."
"What the. . . .?" Dean scoffed at Sam. Gabe rose from the bed chewing on his lip.
"Lisa's out of the picture. And you STILL can't seem to get laid." Sam shook his head. "Thought maybe you were in the mood for something new."
"Are you serious?" Gabriel rubbed the soft leather of Dean's jacket sleeve.
"I wish you would kiss my brother." Sam grinned.
Gabe easily overpowered Dean as he struggled to pull away. Gabe grasped at his shoulders, his own mouth pinched in disgust. "Just get it over with Deano. It's no picnic for me either." Their lips finally grazed, a small smack sound filling the air.
"Nice. Whattya think Dean? Is it getting hot in here?" Sam's thin lips sneered at his older brother. "Hey Angel, strip my bro."
"What?" The two sets of eyes turned on the hunter lounging on the bed.
"Sorry." Sam cleared his throat. "Gabriel, I wish you'd take Dean's clothes off of him." Sam winked.
"Sammy!" Dean watched as the angel again over powered him and pushed him onto the bed. Gabriel's nimble fingers worked at Dean's zipper. He wiggled the hunter free of the confining denim. "Funny Sam! Now the big brother is sitting around in his underwear. Ha Ha."
"Stop me any time here Moose!" Gabe grumbled, fingers sliding under the waistband of the older Winchester.
"Not stopping you Wings. I want you to get him naked. " Sam sat up, trying to get a better view of the other bed. "That's good." He stared at Dean's freed cock, lying across his thigh. "Shirt too."
Gabe pulled the shirt off of Dean, then stepped away, leaving the hunter naked and in shock. The angel fidgeted, trying to hide the arousal starting to push against the silky front panel of his genie pants.
Sam snorted, a smirk playing on his lips. "I wish. . . "
Dean started to pull the comforter around himself. "Dammit Sam! Stop screwing around."
"Oh, I'm not the one who's doing the screwing tonight Dean." Sam winked at his naked brother. Dean's face drained of color. "I wish. . . " Sam began, tongue licking at his dry lips. "I wish that Gabe would suck your dick."
"You. . . you. . ." Dean snickered uncomfortably. "You're joking right? He's joking." Dean's green eyes pleaded with Gabe.
The angel slowly walked toward the bed, a nervous grin glowing across his thin lips. "Okay Sammy. I get it. No soul. You are a bad boy. You can stop me now." Gabe's hand hovered over Dean's half aroused cock. "Funny. Ha! We are having a good laugh now." His hand wrapped around the shaft. He fell comfortably to the floor and positioned himself between the hunter's knees. Dean's dick twitched, fighting it's way toward the anticipated touch. "SAM!" Gabe yelled.
"Do it Gabriel. Do you know how long it's been for Dean." Sam watched as the angel tugged lightly at Dean's manhood and slowly lowered his mouth. "There ya go. Dean used to be some sort of machine until Lisa broke him. All he needs is a little nudge."
Dean gulped, fighting between the urge to move away and the desire to feel the warm lips envelope him. The desire won out. The angel sucked at the tip pulling a deep groan from deep in the hunter's chest.
"Feels good doesn't it? I knew those smart ass lips were good for something Gabe." Sam chuckled, watching his brother's eyes roll back in his head as the angel took more of the growing cock into his mouth. "You know what's awesome about angels Dean? No gag reflex."
Dean whimpered, his hips pushing into the warm wet of Gabriel's mouth. "Sam, this is. . . " The older man fought for breath.
Gabe moaned, taking the shaft even deeper and beginning to bob his head vigorously in excitement.
"See? Gabe is enjoying himself." Sam smiled, dimples dotting his cheeks. "I can see the angel woody from here."
Dean shot up, his eyes wide as he felt the welling of his orgasm fighting it's way free. He battled his hips into the angel's mouth squealing as he squirmed under the strong hands. Finally he sputtered, filling Gabe's mouth with hot salty cum, shooting it violently down his waiting throat.
Sam stood, taking two long strides toward the bed. "How ya feeling Dean?" He stroked a gentle hand along his brother's sweat covered brow.
"I. . . um. . . I" Dean struggled to steady his breathing.
"Just relax and watch." Sam circled the nervous angel. Hands laying on the gentle swell of hips and tugged the angel back into his growing erection. He leaned down and nibbled on Gabe's ear. "I wish. . . " Sam whispered, tickling at the hair on the back of the angel's neck. "I wish you would ride my dick Gabriel."
The angel snapped his finger's and they were lying on the other bed, Dean turned to watch them as he basked in his afterglow.
Sam looked down at his naked body, Gabe perched above him ready to impale himself on the hunter's long hard shaft. "Sam." The amber eyes pleaded but the younger Winchester only bucked to try and come in contact with the angel's opening. Gabe pushed back, gliding down the long thickness of Sam's cock. The angel wiggled himself down, easing open with gritted teeth. "So huge." He grunted out before he felt the tickle of hair at his ass. Sam watched the confusion cross the amber eyes. His hand grasped at the angel's hard shaft before him, urging Gabe to start rocking. Sam rolled his head to catch his brother's green gaze. The angel rode him hard, sending his hazel eyes rolling back into his head. Sam fought to watch Dean, grabbing his newly erected shaft and pump his fist as he watched the angel and Sam hammer into a double explosion. The white cum rocketing out of the angel's cock. A guttural scream filling the small room. Dean's own scream followed, surely waking the people in the next room. A geyser spilling across his stomach.
"What the shit?" Dean yelled.
Sam laughed, guiding Gabe slowly off his withered dick. "Just thought we could use a little fun that's all."
Gabe shook his head in disbelief. "You used me for a good time?. . . I'm impressed." He snapped his fingers, dressing himself and both Winchesters.
As soon as everyone was redressed, Cas appeared, head cocked as he studied the three lying across the two beds. "Did everything go as planned?"
"Yeah, Cas. We're good." Dean nodded uncomfortably. "Find anything out."
Cas shook his head. "No. But I have a question for you Dean."
Sam snickered as Dean tried to control the pitch of his voice. "What?"
"Why does this room smell like sexual intercourse?"
Dean and Castiel rounded the corner. They stopped at the pile of gold that met them. "Wow, what the . . . " Dean started to grab at a plate near the entrance.
Cas snapped and sent Dean flying back into the hallway. "No Dean. We are here to find the Lamp of Eden."
Dean rubbed his shoulder and joined them back in the entrance.
Sam cocked his head. "What is this Lamp of Eden Cas?"
"It's one of Heaven's weapons. Trust me. We don't want ANYONE to find this one." Cas, flipped his coat back and began to wade through the golden dishes.
"So how do we find it? Can you whistle for it?" Dean shuffled next to his brother.
Cas turned back to Dean, his blue eyes burning holes into the hunter. "No Dean. We just have to look for it."
They waded through the bobbles for quite awhile. Finally, Sam raised a teapot looking golden container. "Cas, I got it." Sam dusted the gold with the hem of his flannel shirt. The lamp began to quiver in his hands. "Um, Cas."
Cas looked up at him, suddenly an aqua smoke cut the space between them. Sam scanned the area before he realized the smoke was coming from the lamp. He dropped it, watching a shape take form. "Hi ho there mast. . . . oh you've got to be kidding me."
"Gabriel?" Dean was at his brother's side, face slack with frustration. "Didn't you get kicked off the island already?"
"Ha! Funny as ever Dean. This is what happens to me when I die. Father made me this lovely little bottle to keep me safe after being de-winged." Gabe crossed his arms.
Castiel joined the threesome in the middle of the cave. He contemplated his brother. "You look well Gabriel."
Gabe's eyes narrowed. "You brought them here? To find me? Thanks."
"Wait. Cas, you knew he was in there? Why didn't you tell us?" Dean tripped on a loose necklace, then caught his balance.
"Gabriel has always been a bit of a well meaning misfit. Father made a plan that when he died, his resting place would be in this bottle, to grant wishes and finally follow orders." Cas explained. He turned to stare at Gabriel. "A task that was difficult for him in his angel form."
"I followed orders. Until I couldn't stand it anymore." Gabe argued. "But yeah, wishes."
"So we get like 3?" Dean asked.
"Actually," Cas stepped up to the older hunter. "That is only folk lore and wives tale. Gabe must grant wishes for the master till his death."
"Which one?" Dean mumbled.
"Well, Sam of course, he found the lamp." Cas answered.
Dean snorted. "I meant which death."
"So whattya say big boy?" Gabe winked at Sam. "Get over here and rub me the right way."
"You're really a genie?" Sam wrinkled his nose.
"Yep. What gave it a way? The purple pajamas?" Gabe yanked at his gold and purple silk pant in disgust.
"And you live it that bottle. . . .thing." Dean gestured.
"Yes." Gabe yelled, stopping his foot in frustration. "And guess what? It's filled with a thousand throw pillows and silly silk scarves. I'm lucky my belly button isn't showing right now. So could you just wish your wish and move on."
Dean took a deep breath. "Listen, you help us, and Sam will wish you free when we‘re done."
"Gonna make Pinocchio a real boy while your at it?" Gabe smirked. "Listen, nice gesture. But that's not how this gig works. I'm uber grounded okay? End of story."
"Okay. We tried. Now, let's get out of here." Sam pointed toward the cave entrance.
They waited in silence, Dean and Sam staring at Gabe in anticipation.
Castiel cleared his throat. "Sam, you have to actually say I wish we could get out of here. Those are the guidelines for his punishment."
Sam rolled his eyes, cracking his neck at the same time. "Gabriel, I wish we could get out of this cave."
Gabe snapped his fingers above his head and the quartet landed with a rumble of thuds as they all hit the ground. Dean rolled uncomfortably between the two double beds. Cas swayed against the bathroom door. Sam huddled near the table under the window.
“Would ya mind sticking the landing next time?” Dean pulled himself up using the two beds for leverage.
“Awe, did Deano get an owie on his tushy?” Gabe cocked his head at the frowning Winchester.
“Stop it you two. Alright. What we need is a plan.” Sam flipped his hair out of his face.
“A plan for what?” Cas cocked his head to the side.
Sam scowled at the trench coated angel. “To keep Gabriel out of the wrong hands.”
Gabriel batted his lashes at the young hunter. “Sammy, I didn’t know you cared.”
“Alright. Castiel needs to get to Heaven to check out the 411 up there.” Dean threw himself across the hotel bed. “Sammy and I will stay here with the genie. Shouldn’t be to hard. He has to do what Sam says right?”
Cas hesitated, concern painting his blue eyes. “ Well, yes, anything Sam wishes, is his command.” He answered uncomfortably. “It may take time for me to get any information in Heaven. Are you sure this will be okay?”
Sam twiddled his thumbs, his blank stare harsh in the dim light of the hotel room. “Yeah, we got it Cas. Go check on the war.” An evil smirk played across his lips.
Cas scowled at both hunter's, but finally disappeared.
"So, whattya want big guy? Blonds? Brunettes? Redheads?" Gabe hopped up on one of the beds.
Sam stared at Dean, hovering in the center of the room. "Deano? What do you want?"
"Cheeseburgers?" Dean shrugged.
"I don't think so." Sam smirked and scoped the angel relaxing on the bed. "I wish. . . . that Gabriel would kiss you."
"What the. . . .?" Dean scoffed at Sam. Gabe rose from the bed chewing on his lip.
"Lisa's out of the picture. And you STILL can't seem to get laid." Sam shook his head. "Thought maybe you were in the mood for something new."
"Are you serious?" Gabriel rubbed the soft leather of Dean's jacket sleeve.
"I wish you would kiss my brother." Sam grinned.
Gabe easily overpowered Dean as he struggled to pull away. Gabe grasped at his shoulders, his own mouth pinched in disgust. "Just get it over with Deano. It's no picnic for me either." Their lips finally grazed, a small smack sound filling the air.
"Nice. Whattya think Dean? Is it getting hot in here?" Sam's thin lips sneered at his older brother. "Hey Angel, strip my bro."
"What?" The two sets of eyes turned on the hunter lounging on the bed.
"Sorry." Sam cleared his throat. "Gabriel, I wish you'd take Dean's clothes off of him." Sam winked.
"Sammy!" Dean watched as the angel again over powered him and pushed him onto the bed. Gabriel's nimble fingers worked at Dean's zipper. He wiggled the hunter free of the confining denim. "Funny Sam! Now the big brother is sitting around in his underwear. Ha Ha."
"Stop me any time here Moose!" Gabe grumbled, fingers sliding under the waistband of the older Winchester.
"Not stopping you Wings. I want you to get him naked. " Sam sat up, trying to get a better view of the other bed. "That's good." He stared at Dean's freed cock, lying across his thigh. "Shirt too."
Gabe pulled the shirt off of Dean, then stepped away, leaving the hunter naked and in shock. The angel fidgeted, trying to hide the arousal starting to push against the silky front panel of his genie pants.
Sam snorted, a smirk playing on his lips. "I wish. . . "
Dean started to pull the comforter around himself. "Dammit Sam! Stop screwing around."
"Oh, I'm not the one who's doing the screwing tonight Dean." Sam winked at his naked brother. Dean's face drained of color. "I wish. . . " Sam began, tongue licking at his dry lips. "I wish that Gabe would suck your dick."
"You. . . you. . ." Dean snickered uncomfortably. "You're joking right? He's joking." Dean's green eyes pleaded with Gabe.
The angel slowly walked toward the bed, a nervous grin glowing across his thin lips. "Okay Sammy. I get it. No soul. You are a bad boy. You can stop me now." Gabe's hand hovered over Dean's half aroused cock. "Funny. Ha! We are having a good laugh now." His hand wrapped around the shaft. He fell comfortably to the floor and positioned himself between the hunter's knees. Dean's dick twitched, fighting it's way toward the anticipated touch. "SAM!" Gabe yelled.
"Do it Gabriel. Do you know how long it's been for Dean." Sam watched as the angel tugged lightly at Dean's manhood and slowly lowered his mouth. "There ya go. Dean used to be some sort of machine until Lisa broke him. All he needs is a little nudge."
Dean gulped, fighting between the urge to move away and the desire to feel the warm lips envelope him. The desire won out. The angel sucked at the tip pulling a deep groan from deep in the hunter's chest.
"Feels good doesn't it? I knew those smart ass lips were good for something Gabe." Sam chuckled, watching his brother's eyes roll back in his head as the angel took more of the growing cock into his mouth. "You know what's awesome about angels Dean? No gag reflex."
Dean whimpered, his hips pushing into the warm wet of Gabriel's mouth. "Sam, this is. . . " The older man fought for breath.
Gabe moaned, taking the shaft even deeper and beginning to bob his head vigorously in excitement.
"See? Gabe is enjoying himself." Sam smiled, dimples dotting his cheeks. "I can see the angel woody from here."
Dean shot up, his eyes wide as he felt the welling of his orgasm fighting it's way free. He battled his hips into the angel's mouth squealing as he squirmed under the strong hands. Finally he sputtered, filling Gabe's mouth with hot salty cum, shooting it violently down his waiting throat.
Sam stood, taking two long strides toward the bed. "How ya feeling Dean?" He stroked a gentle hand along his brother's sweat covered brow.
"I. . . um. . . I" Dean struggled to steady his breathing.
"Just relax and watch." Sam circled the nervous angel. Hands laying on the gentle swell of hips and tugged the angel back into his growing erection. He leaned down and nibbled on Gabe's ear. "I wish. . . " Sam whispered, tickling at the hair on the back of the angel's neck. "I wish you would ride my dick Gabriel."
The angel snapped his finger's and they were lying on the other bed, Dean turned to watch them as he basked in his afterglow.
Sam looked down at his naked body, Gabe perched above him ready to impale himself on the hunter's long hard shaft. "Sam." The amber eyes pleaded but the younger Winchester only bucked to try and come in contact with the angel's opening. Gabe pushed back, gliding down the long thickness of Sam's cock. The angel wiggled himself down, easing open with gritted teeth. "So huge." He grunted out before he felt the tickle of hair at his ass. Sam watched the confusion cross the amber eyes. His hand grasped at the angel's hard shaft before him, urging Gabe to start rocking. Sam rolled his head to catch his brother's green gaze. The angel rode him hard, sending his hazel eyes rolling back into his head. Sam fought to watch Dean, grabbing his newly erected shaft and pump his fist as he watched the angel and Sam hammer into a double explosion. The white cum rocketing out of the angel's cock. A guttural scream filling the small room. Dean's own scream followed, surely waking the people in the next room. A geyser spilling across his stomach.
"What the shit?" Dean yelled.
Sam laughed, guiding Gabe slowly off his withered dick. "Just thought we could use a little fun that's all."
Gabe shook his head in disbelief. "You used me for a good time?. . . I'm impressed." He snapped his fingers, dressing himself and both Winchesters.
As soon as everyone was redressed, Cas appeared, head cocked as he studied the three lying across the two beds. "Did everything go as planned?"
"Yeah, Cas. We're good." Dean nodded uncomfortably. "Find anything out."
Cas shook his head. "No. But I have a question for you Dean."
Sam snickered as Dean tried to control the pitch of his voice. "What?"
"Why does this room smell like sexual intercourse?"