All I need is a miracle/All I need is you

[fromfryingpantofire]

Things had been going well lately. Hunts just seemed to fall into their laps, the book Sam needed at the library had just been handed in or just been reshelved, the sheriff or local law looking the other direction when they needed to get to a cemetery for a salt and burn. It had been going really, really well.

It should have occurred to Sam that things were going a little TOO well, honestly. But he didn't even think about it until a knife that should have had his name on it simply ricocheted off his chest, as though he had some forcefield up around him.

Later that night, Sam pulled his overshirt off at the hotel, looking at the spot where the knife had definitely started to pierce the fabric. "Okay. There's definitely something weird going on here."

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[a_righteousman]

They were getting lucky, that was all. Right? There were no cursed charms, no rabbit’s foot from one of Dad’s old stashes, no nothing. But after all the crap they’d caught, maybe they were due.

Or maybe not. That knife should have had Sammy’s number on it and for an instant Dean’s entire world had stopped, waiting for the blade fall. Instead it had bounced off him like it was made of rubber. But Dean had been too rattled to even crack a joke at first, so sure that this was it, this was the day he was going to lose his little brother.

Back at the motel, he took the shirt from Sam with a frown. Yeah, that should have caught him all right.

“And for once it’s working in our favor. Now the question is.. what the hell is turning you into Superman?”

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam shook his head, letting Dean have the shirt and trying not to show how rattled he was still. That wouldn't do either of them much good. "I have no idea, honestly. I'm pretty certain it's not something we did, so finding out what's causing it is going to be a bear."

But...there was still that luck on their side. Even if Sam wasn't certain what the hell to search for in the first place.

[a_righteousman]

No, better they focus on the problem at hand rather than how close they'd come to disaster. "All right. We head home and we hit the books tomorrow. You've been pulling answers out of thin air lately. Who knows? Maybe this'll help us too."

Getting lucky finding out why they were getting lucky? Hey - weirder crap has happened to them.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Yeah, that's probably the best choice. There's more resources at home, anyway." More books on the strange and occult. If this was something that had happened before or could happen, the chances were good that the Men of Letters had something written up about it.

Sam sighed, rubbing his eyes. "We should probably grab some shut eye. If we get on the road early, we can be home before dark."

And how strange was it, really, to have a home after all these years? Even Sam had started to relax about it. It wasn't just someplace for them to work anymore.

[a_righteousman]

He doesn't miss that - Sam calling it home. It's happening a little more often now and Dean relaxes just a bit more every time he does.

"Yeah, Sammy. Go ahead and hit the shower and we can get outta here first thing. Haul ass back home and find out what the hell is going on."

Not that he was complaining - whatever was going on? It was protecting his brother from damn near everything and even though it was odd, and most of the good things in their lives came with a catch, Dean was almost reluctant to look into it. Because if Sam was safe? That's all that mattered to him.

[fromfryingpantofire]

The problem was that things that were purported to keep Sam safe sometimes had a habit of backfiring on them. That was why Sam wanted to know, just in case things weren't quite as innocent as they looked.

He nodded, stripping off his other shirt before heading for the bathroom to get that shower and then some sleep.

What Sam hadn't told Dean about was the dreams. Nothing serious, because if they had been prophetic or any kind of worrying, he would have mentioned them. Instead, they were...comforting. Something that kept the worst of the nightmares at bay with a golden light that urged him into deeper sleep. Sam figured that it probably had something to do with whatever else was protecting him, but there wasn't anything concrete enough for him to comment on.

By the time morning arrived, he was rested and ready to head back to the Bunker.

[a_righteousman]

Things were never that easy for them - but at least for the time being, Sam was safe.

Dean didn't sleep quite as much as Sam did, but he still caught enough that he'd be able to head out in the morning. By the time Sam was up and packing their gear, he had already gone for the usual coffee and takeout breakfast. Not the most healthy thing (which Sam would be sure to point out) but it was food on the go and they had a job to do.

Back home, Dean threw his keys on the table, shucking his jacket and heading for the kitchen. "I'll get some coffee going, you want anything before we hit the books?"

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Don't know how long we'll be in there, so might be an idea to have some sandwiches on hand." They both knew better than to touch books with greasy hands, but having some food on hand would make things simpler. "I'm just going to go drop out stuff off in our rooms and be right back."

Their rooms. It was, in a lot of ways, still a surprising thing. After so many years in each other's pockets, sleeping in a separate bedroom was awesome.

It only took a few minutes for him to come back, stretching as he glanced into the library, then headed to the kitchen. Though he stayed back, since the kitchen was most definitely Dean's area.

[a_righteousman]

So maybe Dean takes a little longer to make up a proper set of sandwiches. What? He's got a kitchen and it turns out that he's getting pretty damn good at using it. If they're going to be working all night, they might as well have some decent brain food.

A plate of grilled sandwiches and a bag of chips, paper towels in the middle of the table because he knows that Sam is a little fastidious about keeping the books as clean as possible. But it makes him happy and that's what matters to Dean. Seeing Sammy happy with a library of his own to geek out over for the rest of his days.

"Okay. Freaky good luck charms. Think they've got a section on that?"

[low_key_angel]

The question catches him off guard and Gabriel laughs, dragging him to the couch. "Believe it or not, yes. There are some great people in town, but no one i wanted to get that close to."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"It's just...you always seemed to have hangers on when we first met." Sure, they'd been created, but it never struck Sam that Gabriel always kept to himself. "Sorry, that's just weird of me to bring up, I know." He sits, though, settling in beside Gabriel.

[low_key_angel]

"It's different now, being human." Gabriel slid his hand over Sam's. "And I was already in love with a moose who has an affinity for getting in trouble."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam blinks down at their hands before looking back up to Gabriel. "When?" he asks. Because...mostly because he's not sure he really understands how they've come to this.

[low_key_angel]

"Some time after Browerd. You two don't know it but I kind of stuck close for a bit. Told myself I was just keeping tabs on you two, but the second you walked into that hotel, I came."

He looked down at their hands. "Because I knew they were going to offer you to Lucifer and I didn't want that to happen. Even knowing he'd kill me for getting involved."

...Oh dear God, I thought I replied to this! Sorry!

[fromfryingpantofire]

He hasn't been expecting that answer, but Sam nods anyway. "I think...I think I gave up a bit after you died. Not enough to just roll over, but enough to make the plan we went with work."

No worries!

[low_key_angel]

((I was going to go back this evening to see if I'd missed it myself!))

Gabriel winces at that, reaching to card his fingers through his hair. "Last thing I wanted was for you to fall into the cage like that kiddo. I wanted you to come out of this in one piece, to find a life of your own."

"When that didn't happen? I figured I'd at least keep you safe."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"There really wasn't another way. We couldn't exactly trick him back into the Cage easily." They might have been able to manage it. Maybe. But it would have taken longer and more people would have gotten hurt.

It was bad enough that Adam was still down there.

"Unfortunately, shit doesn't stop hitting the fan just because we get out of things alive. At least it's...a bit better, now."

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[low_key_angel]

If Gabriel had his way, neither of them would have need for much in the way of clothes, at least for the rest of the afternoon. The house was cool, quiet and they could easily fritter away the rest of the day doing nothing more than this, sharing quiet kisses and gentle, exploratory touches.

He tilted his head back with a quietly pleased sound, fingers carding through Sam's shaggy hair. Gabriel was already half-hard, but he could be perfectly happy doing this for as long as Sam wanted. It was enough to be this close after so long.

[fromfryingpantofire]

He wasn't the only one half hard. Sam was ignoring it for the time being, focused more on Gabriel and kissing his neck. His hands moved restlessly over Gabriel's back and sides, one hand finally moving up to brush his thumb over Gabriel's nipple. He wasn't certain how much of a button that might be for the other man, but he wouldn't find out if he didn't try.

[low_key_angel]

It was easy to focus on more than just how snug his shorts were getting when Sam was this close, hands large and warm on bare skin. The brush against a nipple gets a soft sound and eager press for more. Gabriel let his fingers drag up Sam's arms before sliding down again and wrapping him close.

He'd never expected this to really happen. Dream about it sure, but to know Sam wanted him back? Pretty amazing.

[fromfryingpantofire]

There is more of it on Sam's side. The gentle warmth of Gabriel's sacrificed Grace as it reacted to its original owner's presence and his emotions. Sam groans softly, sucking at Gabriel's bottom lip as his fingers tightened on the nipple beneath them and tugged, his hips lifting up against the man in his lap.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel can sense it easily, the warm rise and swell of his grace as it surrounds Sam. Protecting him. And while he'd never take it back, it's nice to be so close to familiar warmth again. His breath stutters out in a gasp as Sam tugs his nipple, body rocking down against him eagerly.

With a groan, he works his way down Sam's neck to his chest, wiggling out of his arms to drop easily between his knees.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Wait. That really isn't what Sam's expecting. He groans softly, opening his eyes to look down at Gabriel owlishly. "I was enjoying that."

[low_key_angel]

And if he did what was expected, it wouldn't really be him would it? With a grin, he nipped at his thigh before reaching up to draw him into another kiss. "I know. But I've got something else in mind, Sammy."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam went easily, bending nearly in half to meet Gabriel's kiss. Which put some really uncomfortable pressure on his cock, but it wasn't anything that would cause him significant issues. Especially not with Gabriel down there between his knees because Sam could figure out what else he had in mind. "Okay, sure."