Or a nice Drive in the Country. Dean/Gabe.
Dean headed for the car, his step losing it's delighted skip as he let the scene from the kitchen set in. Cas's mouth was practically watering at the sight of Sam eating a few potatos. He'd never seen the angel so intent on one object. And that was saying quite a lot.
Dean yanked open the door to the Impala and threw himself in the driver's seat. He gazed at the car parts that litered Bobby's junk yard. Dean wanted nothing more than Sam's happiness. And he had to admit, Sam had seemed easier with a laugh or smile these days. He lightly bashed his head into the steering wheel, trying to knock out the images that kept creeping into his mind's eye.
"Hey Deano, you look down." Gabe's limbs were flung across the passenger's seat, his hand finding it's way to Dean's denim clad thigh. "I know something that might bring you. . . up." The mischivious smile lit the angel's face like a sunbeam.
Dean flung his head back and glared at the angel. "What are you doing here?"
"Come on, Lover. Is that anyway to treat the angel that can make you see stars?"
Dean batted at the Gabe's hand, now sliding it's way toward much more than thigh. "It was one night, Gabe. And I was very drunk."
Gabe leaned in close to Dean, his hot breath caressing Dean's full lips. "Not the second time you weren't."
Dean turned his head away before the sensation became too much. "You were right anyway."
Gabe slumped back into the chair. "Of course I was. About what?"
"Cas and Sam. Sam all but admitted it. And now they're in there all eye-fucky and stuff." Dean sighed.
Gabe peered past Dean to study Bobby's house. "So right now my baby brother and your baby brother are in there." He moved his gaze back to the hunter. "Kinda awkward. Sitting out here while they are probably going at it like a pizza boy in a Beverly Hills suburb."
Dean snickered. "Seen that one. That was some hot housewife ass in that neighborhood."
"I enjoyed Beverly Hills 9021HO better." Gabe let an easy smile cross his face.
"I was partial to Dawson's Crack myself. Something for everyone." Dean peaked over to drink in the wiry frame of the angel at his side. "Pacey Whimper was hot." The words were out of his mouth before he realized it.
Gabe's ear perked up for a moment. He scooched to the end of his seat in anticipation. "Yes he was. Not hotter than you though." Gabe's voice dropped, there was a softness to it that Dean didn't know the angel possesed.
It could have been the sun blazing in through the Impala window. Or the buzzing in his head from all the Sam and Cas nonsense. Whatever it was, Dean blushed. His cheeks heated up, casting a pinkish glow across his features. His voice escaped in a deep growl. "You could have anyone."
The angel's hand began it's trip back up Dean's thigh. "Yep, your right." His mouth made a steady descent toward Dean's lips. "But I want you."
Dean's eyes closed as his lips met Gabe's. He heard the finger snap and opened his eyes to see what the angel had changed. No longer were they parked in Bobby's junkyard. The Impala was perched on a cliff over looking the Las Vegas strip. "Is there even a cliff near Vegas?" Dean asked, noticing Ceasars Palace.
"Hello? Angel? Remember? I just didn't see you as the beachy sunset kinda guy." Gabriel whipped a thermometer out of his pocket. "Wow, is it hot here? 106 on the old thermometer." The angel leered at Dean through golden lashes. "I don't want to see you getting overheated." He snapped his fingers and exposed Dean's tanned hair dusted skin.
"Shit!" Dean looked down at his naked frame, noticing his half hard cock springing toward arousal.
"Oh, don't start the dirty talk with out me." Gabe's clothes were gone and his hand stroked his dick, as he playfully shot Dean a wink.
Dean's mossy green eyes betrayed him, they traveled hungrily down the archangel's wiry body, resting on the hard length of manhood between Gabriel's legs. Gabe's ever present smirk deepened and his amber eyes seemed to darken as he watched the rapid rise and fall of Dean's chest. He heard a quiet whimper escape Dean's lush lips.
Gabe slid toward Dean on the leather bench seat. Dean jolted as their naked hips met. His dick jumped to attention at the skin to skin contact. "Oh Dean," Gabe licked his lips as he watched the excitement of his lover. "Is that a hard dick in your lap or are you just happy to see me?"
Dean snapped, wrapping his hand around the angel's neck and crushing their lips together in a pleasantly painful kiss. The hunter's tongue crashed through the angel's barricade of teeth. He tickled the soft pillow of cheek with his tongue, pulling a moan from deep within Gabriel's throat. Gabriel's tongue chased after the invader, flicking at it with great urgency. "I keep thinking about it!" Dean confessed. "I can't stop." His lips now moving against Gabe's throat and traveling lower. "I close my eyes, and all I see is you sucking my dick."
Gabe growled. "I loved sucking that big dick!"
Dean gasped, pulling the angel's hard nipple into his mouth. Before he could even think, Dean's hand wrapped it's way around Gabe's hard cock. The hand had wrapped around many things. The hilt of a knife, the handle of a gun, the remote control of many a hotel television. But the bruised and cracked hands of the elder Winchester had never looked more comfortable, or more natural then lazily jerking the throbbing erection of this AWOL angel. Gabe's head fell back, lolling along the curve of the Impala's benchseat. Dean loved the open vunerablity eminating from Gabriel. He listened intently to the squeels that escaped from the archangel's pursing pink lips.
Gabe's hooded amber eyes searched for Dean. He finally met the peridot eyes of the hunter. "You have missed your calling." Gabe's voice was thick and his breathing was labored. "I can barely keep this vessel from shooting cum all over that pretty pout ya got there, Deano."
Taking the information as a challenge, Dean tightened his grip on Gabe's dick and sped up his pumping fist. His mouth curved in a smirk and he moved his mouth to the angel's ear. The Winchester's teeth grazed the sensative skin underneath the archangel's ear. His moist breath swam through the ear with his gravelly voice. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard all your brother's will hear you scream your father's name."
Gabriel's eyes flew open and moaned into Dean's hair. "Oh no, I will only be screaming your name."
Dean continued to pound his hand into the nestle of hair at the base of the angel's shaft. He slipped his thumb through the glistening slit, feeling how excited he made the horny angel. The hunter's tongue nervously licked his dry parted lips. His brain was working overtime wondering what the clear fluid would taste like in his hot mouth. He checked on Gabe. The angel's eyes were shut tight, his mouth hanging open to catch every last bit of breath. Slowly, Dean's head made the descent toward the hard cock sliding in and out of his grasp. He swiped his tongue across the head to lap up the sour cum that coated the hard dick. Gabe's head thrashed and a scream escaped his lips at the surprise. Dean was encouraged. His mouth slurped in the erection as best as he could. He began bobbing his head up and down, guided by the angel's hand tangled among the spikes of the hunter's hair. Gabe smelled of earth and chocolate. Dean inhaled him and felt his dick twitch with familiarity of the angel's closeness. He knew Gabe wouldn't take long by the way his dick quivered. Dean's plush velvet tongue caressed the the length of Gabe's erection until the angel began stammering, barely coherent. "Dean! I have to. . . OH OH!! Dean! Yes!!" Gabe bucked his hips farther into Dean's mouth, hitting the deepness of Dean's throat with the tip. Dean sucked harder until he felt the hot liquid trickle down his waiting throat. Gabe's hand searched out Dean's cock and stroked quickly to bring the hunter the same pleasure he was feeling. Dean's cock was ready, he wriggled his hips to meet the fist pumping his hard-on. "Oh yeah! That's what I need." He jabbered into the empty black of the Impala's interior. "Make me cum. Now!" Gabriel squeezed the hard cock in his fist, pushing Dean's orgasm out of his body at an alarming speed.
It was a long time, after both the men were spent and relaxing, before either spoke. It was Gabe who broke the silence. "You hungry?"
Dean blinked, confused. "What?"
The angel pulled a huge apple pie from the backseat of the Impala. "Pie?" He handed a fork to a dazed Dean.
Dean accepted the fork and dug into the pie before him. "I could so get used to this."
Dean yanked open the door to the Impala and threw himself in the driver's seat. He gazed at the car parts that litered Bobby's junk yard. Dean wanted nothing more than Sam's happiness. And he had to admit, Sam had seemed easier with a laugh or smile these days. He lightly bashed his head into the steering wheel, trying to knock out the images that kept creeping into his mind's eye.
"Hey Deano, you look down." Gabe's limbs were flung across the passenger's seat, his hand finding it's way to Dean's denim clad thigh. "I know something that might bring you. . . up." The mischivious smile lit the angel's face like a sunbeam.
Dean flung his head back and glared at the angel. "What are you doing here?"
"Come on, Lover. Is that anyway to treat the angel that can make you see stars?"
Dean batted at the Gabe's hand, now sliding it's way toward much more than thigh. "It was one night, Gabe. And I was very drunk."
Gabe leaned in close to Dean, his hot breath caressing Dean's full lips. "Not the second time you weren't."
Dean turned his head away before the sensation became too much. "You were right anyway."
Gabe slumped back into the chair. "Of course I was. About what?"
"Cas and Sam. Sam all but admitted it. And now they're in there all eye-fucky and stuff." Dean sighed.
Gabe peered past Dean to study Bobby's house. "So right now my baby brother and your baby brother are in there." He moved his gaze back to the hunter. "Kinda awkward. Sitting out here while they are probably going at it like a pizza boy in a Beverly Hills suburb."
Dean snickered. "Seen that one. That was some hot housewife ass in that neighborhood."
"I enjoyed Beverly Hills 9021HO better." Gabe let an easy smile cross his face.
"I was partial to Dawson's Crack myself. Something for everyone." Dean peaked over to drink in the wiry frame of the angel at his side. "Pacey Whimper was hot." The words were out of his mouth before he realized it.
Gabe's ear perked up for a moment. He scooched to the end of his seat in anticipation. "Yes he was. Not hotter than you though." Gabe's voice dropped, there was a softness to it that Dean didn't know the angel possesed.
It could have been the sun blazing in through the Impala window. Or the buzzing in his head from all the Sam and Cas nonsense. Whatever it was, Dean blushed. His cheeks heated up, casting a pinkish glow across his features. His voice escaped in a deep growl. "You could have anyone."
The angel's hand began it's trip back up Dean's thigh. "Yep, your right." His mouth made a steady descent toward Dean's lips. "But I want you."
Dean's eyes closed as his lips met Gabe's. He heard the finger snap and opened his eyes to see what the angel had changed. No longer were they parked in Bobby's junkyard. The Impala was perched on a cliff over looking the Las Vegas strip. "Is there even a cliff near Vegas?" Dean asked, noticing Ceasars Palace.
"Hello? Angel? Remember? I just didn't see you as the beachy sunset kinda guy." Gabriel whipped a thermometer out of his pocket. "Wow, is it hot here? 106 on the old thermometer." The angel leered at Dean through golden lashes. "I don't want to see you getting overheated." He snapped his fingers and exposed Dean's tanned hair dusted skin.
"Shit!" Dean looked down at his naked frame, noticing his half hard cock springing toward arousal.
"Oh, don't start the dirty talk with out me." Gabe's clothes were gone and his hand stroked his dick, as he playfully shot Dean a wink.
Dean's mossy green eyes betrayed him, they traveled hungrily down the archangel's wiry body, resting on the hard length of manhood between Gabriel's legs. Gabe's ever present smirk deepened and his amber eyes seemed to darken as he watched the rapid rise and fall of Dean's chest. He heard a quiet whimper escape Dean's lush lips.
Gabe slid toward Dean on the leather bench seat. Dean jolted as their naked hips met. His dick jumped to attention at the skin to skin contact. "Oh Dean," Gabe licked his lips as he watched the excitement of his lover. "Is that a hard dick in your lap or are you just happy to see me?"
Dean snapped, wrapping his hand around the angel's neck and crushing their lips together in a pleasantly painful kiss. The hunter's tongue crashed through the angel's barricade of teeth. He tickled the soft pillow of cheek with his tongue, pulling a moan from deep within Gabriel's throat. Gabriel's tongue chased after the invader, flicking at it with great urgency. "I keep thinking about it!" Dean confessed. "I can't stop." His lips now moving against Gabe's throat and traveling lower. "I close my eyes, and all I see is you sucking my dick."
Gabe growled. "I loved sucking that big dick!"
Dean gasped, pulling the angel's hard nipple into his mouth. Before he could even think, Dean's hand wrapped it's way around Gabe's hard cock. The hand had wrapped around many things. The hilt of a knife, the handle of a gun, the remote control of many a hotel television. But the bruised and cracked hands of the elder Winchester had never looked more comfortable, or more natural then lazily jerking the throbbing erection of this AWOL angel. Gabe's head fell back, lolling along the curve of the Impala's benchseat. Dean loved the open vunerablity eminating from Gabriel. He listened intently to the squeels that escaped from the archangel's pursing pink lips.
Gabe's hooded amber eyes searched for Dean. He finally met the peridot eyes of the hunter. "You have missed your calling." Gabe's voice was thick and his breathing was labored. "I can barely keep this vessel from shooting cum all over that pretty pout ya got there, Deano."
Taking the information as a challenge, Dean tightened his grip on Gabe's dick and sped up his pumping fist. His mouth curved in a smirk and he moved his mouth to the angel's ear. The Winchester's teeth grazed the sensative skin underneath the archangel's ear. His moist breath swam through the ear with his gravelly voice. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard all your brother's will hear you scream your father's name."
Gabriel's eyes flew open and moaned into Dean's hair. "Oh no, I will only be screaming your name."
Dean continued to pound his hand into the nestle of hair at the base of the angel's shaft. He slipped his thumb through the glistening slit, feeling how excited he made the horny angel. The hunter's tongue nervously licked his dry parted lips. His brain was working overtime wondering what the clear fluid would taste like in his hot mouth. He checked on Gabe. The angel's eyes were shut tight, his mouth hanging open to catch every last bit of breath. Slowly, Dean's head made the descent toward the hard cock sliding in and out of his grasp. He swiped his tongue across the head to lap up the sour cum that coated the hard dick. Gabe's head thrashed and a scream escaped his lips at the surprise. Dean was encouraged. His mouth slurped in the erection as best as he could. He began bobbing his head up and down, guided by the angel's hand tangled among the spikes of the hunter's hair. Gabe smelled of earth and chocolate. Dean inhaled him and felt his dick twitch with familiarity of the angel's closeness. He knew Gabe wouldn't take long by the way his dick quivered. Dean's plush velvet tongue caressed the the length of Gabe's erection until the angel began stammering, barely coherent. "Dean! I have to. . . OH OH!! Dean! Yes!!" Gabe bucked his hips farther into Dean's mouth, hitting the deepness of Dean's throat with the tip. Dean sucked harder until he felt the hot liquid trickle down his waiting throat. Gabe's hand searched out Dean's cock and stroked quickly to bring the hunter the same pleasure he was feeling. Dean's cock was ready, he wriggled his hips to meet the fist pumping his hard-on. "Oh yeah! That's what I need." He jabbered into the empty black of the Impala's interior. "Make me cum. Now!" Gabriel squeezed the hard cock in his fist, pushing Dean's orgasm out of his body at an alarming speed.
It was a long time, after both the men were spent and relaxing, before either spoke. It was Gabe who broke the silence. "You hungry?"
Dean blinked, confused. "What?"
The angel pulled a huge apple pie from the backseat of the Impala. "Pie?" He handed a fork to a dazed Dean.
Dean accepted the fork and dug into the pie before him. "I could so get used to this."