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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[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam laughed, settling back on the couch and looking up at Gabriel. "Usually I'm the one doing the manhandling." Which was true enough. But that didn't mean it wasn't nice to have someone take charge once in a while as well.

[low_key_angel]

"Well that doesn't exactly sound like a complaint, so I'm gonna keep on with the manhandling," he answers with a grin. Gabriel was completely comfortable with taking the initiative, leaning in for another kiss and slipping his hand under Sam's shirt to span his hand across his chest.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Definitely not a complaint." Sam still pulls him down into his lap, because it's easier to kiss him there. As well as sliding his hands under Gabriel's shirt in retaliation.

[low_key_angel]

Sitting in his lap made things much easier for Gabriel in terms of the right leverage and he leaned back to yank his own shirt off before reaching to slide his hands under Sam's again. This was.. perfect really. A quiet morning, cool and peaceful house, just what they needed to spend time and get to know one another in a more physical aspect.

Gabriel wanted to know what Sam liked, what he wanted, and taking a little time to kiss and touch, listen to the sounds that he made was an ideal way to begin.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam couldn't get his shirt off as well, but that was okay because he had a large amount of skin to explore, fingers and hands sliding over Gabriel's back and sides. He leaned in, kissing Gabriel, making a slow exploration of his mouth.

[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."