fromfryingpantofire | I can't stand to fly/I'm not that naïve/I'm just out to find/The better part of me

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I can't stand to fly/I'm not that naïve/I'm just out to find/The better part of me

Sam needed some air.

Ever since he'd been hit by this curse, his brother was alternately even more stifling than usual and giving him all sorts of shit over it. Bobby had pointed out, gently, that this was his brother handling things badly, as usual. Which Sam couldn't disagree with, but it did mean that he needed to take a walk away from Bobby's house and out beyond the junkyard toward the fishing pond.

He rolled his shoulders, feeling the weight of the two extra appendages there -- a set of brown and golden wings whose span was easily three times his own height. The curse had given them to him, had at least changed his body so that it accepted them as though he had always had them. It was just...awkward.

Especially when, as now, there seemed to be an itch just beneath his shoulder blade and he really, really couldn't reach it.

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"You may need to invest in a really solid backscratcher. Or better yet, you could have called."

Not that Gabriel really blames him. The Winchesters are used to handling things on their own and not asking for help from anyone else. So leave it to a curse involving massive hawk wings, a witch and two grouchy brothers to finally have them dial in some help.

Okay, so Bobby had just called him rather than resorted to prayer, but bonus points for the old coot having a cell.

"Let me guess, right between the shoulders, just under the wing? Turn around kiddo."

The surprise at seeing Gabriel didn't show on Sam's face. He was good at looking impassive when shocked.

His wings, however, ruined the effect by flaring, the feathers fluffing up slightly to make him look bigger. Which, in turn, made Sam turn and glare at them over his shoulder. "Okay, who told?"

Didn't stop him from turning around. It was a particularly awkward itch, after all.

He wasn't going to laugh. Really. But when Sam turned to glare at his wings like they'd personally wronged him, Gabriel couldn't help but snort out an amused sound before starting in at all of those nasty little itches that kicked up around the base of his wings and under his shoulder blades.

"Bobby called me. Said things were getting a little weird around here and could I spare a second out of my terribly busy day to come down and help out a couple of idjits he's sort of fond of."

"That's a heck of a curse you got hit with kiddo. Nice effect though. Wings look good on you."

Okay, being shirtless helped the image too, but Sam probably wasn't in the mood for Gabriel to start sexually harassing him. At least not until he'd coaxed a smile or two out of him.

The moment Gabriel's hands were on his back, Sam sighed and his wings relaxed some. It was easy enough to tell why some of the itches were there. After all, neither Sam nor Dean had been born with wings and Bobby knew nothing about them. The Winchesters had decided it wasn't enough of a problem to contact Castiel or Gabriel, so there were feathers that were out of place.

"Uh...thanks. Gotta admit, the wings curse is a new one on me. I sort of expected more being turned into a frog."

"Oh for.." Gabriel snapped his fingers, summoning up a place for Sam to sit. "Your flight feathers are a disaster. Sit. Guess you're gonna need 'wings 101' until we get this curse broken."

He doesn't stop scratching until he's covered all the usual itchy spots. Only then does Gabriel start in on the mess of kinked and tangled feathers, gently preening them all straight and into proper alignment. It's an intimate thing, to groom another like this, but it's also a fairly safe bet that asking Dean to do it would result in far too much Manly Protesting.

"Mhm. Guess the witch was feeling a little more creative than usual with this one."

He sat, face flushing red with embarrassment. It felt intimate as Gabriel started working on his feathers, getting them to lay properly. "I guess I never really thought about it. It's not like I've flown with them."

Gabriel flicked his ear before returning to his work, straightening out the longer flight feathers gently. "Which is why you should have called the guy who's used to them, dork."

The softer downy feathers could wait a bit longer because the touch was a hell of a lot more intimate and it was obvious he had some work to do before they got to the fun stuff. "There. See? That's got to feel better."

"Hey, oww!" Sam reached up, rubbing at his ear as he looked over his shoulder. "We were kind of distracted by seeing if we could find a way to undo the curse first."

Really, the wings were kind of a pain. They made beds even more awkward than usual and sitting was a treat. Still, the wings stretched slightly as Gabriel worked them over, pushing up into his hands. Not entirely of Sam's volition. "Uh...yeah, it does. I sort of figured the pinching was kind of normal."

"You? Distracted by searching through ancient books to break a curse? Imagine that." His tone is teasing as he digs his fingers a little deeper into his wings, carding through them to help them lay flat and easy again.

"So I'm guessing you haven't taken these puppies for a spin yet." There's a soft fwump from behind Gabriel as he called his wings and all six fluttered into place behind him.

It's easy to get lulled by the fingers carding through his feathers. Sam groans, letting his head fall forward a bit at the touch. A touch that's definitely getting a reaction elsewhere, though Sam finds himself distracted by the question and the odd sound. "No, I haven't. Like I said, it's not like I've been using them."

He straightens, looking back over his shoulder at Gabriel...then feels the words dry up in his mouth as he gets a look at the archangel's wings.

Gabriel waggles his eyebrows as Sam falters, staring up at the six midnight dark wings wrapped around his body. An almost impossible shade of midnight blue with tiny pinpricks of lights along each feather.

"Then I think maybe we should take them for a spin, don't you?"

If Sam were any worse at self-control (and it's a good thing he hadn't seen these back in the depths of his demon blood addiction), he'd reach out and touch those dark, beautiful wings. As it is, he curls his fingers into his palms, trying to ignore the desire.

"Take them for a spin?" It's easier to ignore when there's other things to concentrate on, anyway. "I'm not even sure they'll hold my weight."

Gabriel grinned, patting his cheek for a moment. "Cursed with magical wings and you're worried about the laws of physics. You loveable dork. Of course they can carry you. C'mon, give them a good stretch," and his wings fanned out behind him, feathers tilting towards the sun to soak in every wonderful ray.

"You already look like you have most of the basics down. So let's see how you flap those bad boys."

Sam straightens, rolling his eyes. "At some point, my life actually did make sense." He just...can't remember exactly when that was.

He rolls his shoulders, looking back at the wings for a moment before he lets them flare out. And it does feel a lot better now that all the feathers are in their proper places, like itches he hadn't even realized were there. "I'm going to fall flat on my face, you know."

"You're a Winchester kiddo. Your life never made sense." And for once, Gabriel isn't being flip. There were times he genuinely wished he could do something to make his life a little easier, have it make more sense.

"And no you won't. I'll catch you. Or you'll squash me. Either way, no faceplanting."

Gabriel flexes his own wings. "Come on. Just like me. A few flaps and you should be able to push off."

"I really wish I could refute that." But, no, Sam really couldn't. He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face before letting out a slow breath.

"Okay. I guess it can't hurt to try it." Even if he's not at all certain that it'll work.

Luckily, though, his body is more certain of things. Even if he'd never actually flown, the curse seemed to have it handled. The wings flapped, almost immediately pushing Sam from the ground, enough of a surprise that they stuttered to a stop, nearly sending Sam to the ground as he'd predicted.

"Keep flapping," Gabriel calls, reaching out to catch his hands. Six wings makes hovering much easier and he keeps Sam from dropping the twenty feet back to the ground easily.

"See? Told you, you're a natural." At least the wings had come with the basic instructions hard-wired into his body. Good for flying. Not so good for trying to unravel the curse if it was that deep into him.

But one thing at a time. "I've got you Sammy. Not gonna let you fall."

That one flap had put him twenty feet off the ground is probably scarier than any of the rest of it.

Sam clutches at Gabriel's hands, forcing his breathing to settle as his wings took over again. Enough to keep his weight from being too much for Gabriel. (Like that would happen, but he's not thinking much about that.) The rhythm of his wings, though, helps Sam's breathing to settle down again and the shock to subside. Which allows him to take a moment and actually look around. "Holy shit."

"That's right. Eyes right here for a second Sam. Get used to the feeling before you start looking around." He could easily keep them both aloft and hovering while his wings worked out how to fly for the first time.

"Hovering is the tricky part. You get that down we'll hit the easy things like soaring."

"I'm not sure that I'm actually supposed to be able to hover." Which is what Sam's mind latches onto. What he's supposed to be able to do. At least for the moment because he's not really supposed to be able to do this, either, but here he is.

Instead, he locks his eyes on Gabriel, trying to keep his breathing steady while his wings work behind him to keep him aloft. Which is far easier than he thought it would be.

Another fond grin. "Not too much. The wings you've got are built for soaring more than hovering. Me? I've got the deluxe edition, so I can pull a bit of a hummingbird here."

"There you go, you're getting it. Not bad kiddo, you're picking this up pretty fast." Like there was ever any doubt. If a human could get his head around flight fast, it would be Sam.

"You also cheat." But he's slowly starting to relax, grip loosening on Gabriel's hands. Still there, but not as tight. "Okay. I really wasn't expecting that to work."

That he's picking it up so fast should probably be a worry, honestly. But it feels just like stretching his muscles in the morning.

"Of course I do," he answered with a smirk, letting Sam set the pace of how quickly he wanted to let go. And maybe he was taking a moment to drink in the view as well.

"See? You're getting it. Just keep it up. A few more minutes and I'll be able to show you the really cool stuff."

"Gabriel? I'm human. As far as I'm concerned, being able to fly on my own IS the really cool stuff."

It was probably a good sign that Sam's ability to snark was coming back. And as he concentrated less on the wings, the better they seemed to handle.

Now that was the Sam he was looking for. Grinning Gabriel drifted back a bit more as Sam got more comfortable with keeping himself aloft. "So just think of me as expanding your horizons of what fun means yet again, kiddo. There are all kinds of awesome things you can do with wings."

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