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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[low_key_angel]

It was different, being touched as a human than as an archangel simply inhabiting a vessel. As a human, he felt everything, every sensation making him shiver and press closer to taste the last bit of coffee on Sam's lips, the salt sweat on his neck. He could do this for days, just committing Sam to memory.

Kissing was good, but Gabriel wanted to feel more of Sam's skin and tugged at the hem of his tshirt, helping him get it up and over his head before flinging it heedlessly behind him.

"There. Much better."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam laughed, settling back and wrapping his arms around Gabriel, not paying attention to where the shirt ended up. After all, it wasn't like he was going to need it for a while. He tilted his head, kissing his way from the other man's lips down to his neck, nipping lightly along the tendon there. "Mmm. Agreed. Much, much better."