The only heaven I'll be sent to/Is when I'm alone with you (ABO/NSFW)

[fromfryingpantofire]

It's been a long, tiring series of hunts without much in the way of chances to rest. Every time Sam and Dean thought about turning around to head back for the bunker, something else came up that needed their immediate attention.

It wouldn't be as much of a problem if they hadn't left their mates behind in order to do these hunts. Somebody had needed to stay in the bunker to do the research and both angels were good at it. Sam isn't entirely certain that Gabriel doesn't use a bit of Grace to get what they need, anyway, but he's not about to call his mate out on it. Not when it means that the hunt goes off without any major injuries.

Still, it's been more than a month of crisscrossing the US without coming anywhere close to Lebanon and Sam's feeling the fact that he hasn't seen his mate in too long. When the Impala finally pulls into the Men of Letter's garage, he and Dean are both out like a shot, only taking a few moments to grab their bags before heading into the bunker proper.

Everything else can be dealt with later. Right now, both brothers are scenting out their mates, turning opposite directions to find them.

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[low_key_angel]

Being mated to a hunter wasn't easy, but if you asked Gabriel, it still had it's perks. He could keep one eye on Sam while he was on the road (and he wasn't the only one, he and Cas took turns), and the homecomings were worth looking forward to.

A month gone had been a month too long and both Omega were in motion the second they heard the engine in the garage.

Gabriel doesn't even bother with a greeting when he finally sees Sam - he simply launches himself into the arms of his Alpha. "Bed."

Or up against the wall. He wasn't picky.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam drops his dufflebag, grabbing Gabriel under his legs and hiking him up against his body. Which puts their cocks right against each other and Sam groans, leaning down to kiss Gabriel. It's not difficult to turn his feet toward their shared bedroom, keeping his mouth on his mate as he walks, hands kneading Gabriel's ass.

Soon he's pushing Gabriel up against the door, biting at his bottom lip. "You need to grab the doorknob," he managed, voice gone low and gravelly. "Because I'm not taking my hands off of you."

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel groans against his mouth, reaching for the door and swinging it open. "Damn right you're not." Because he's been aching for this, for those familiar big hands on him and the way his voice goes low and growly with want.

"And I hope you don't have any plans. Because we're putting that headboard through the fucking wall tonight."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"My plans have a lot to do with you," Sam replies as he walks in, kicking the door closed behind him. "In fact, they involve a lot of doing you."

His fingers flex against Gabriel's ass, pulling at the denim as he crosses the room to their bed, dropping Gabriel to the mattress and following him down to keep kissing him. "I have an entire month to make up for."

[low_key_angel]

"Good. Because sexting is fun, but not nearly enough." Gabriel laughs as he bounces on the mattress, reaching to haul him against him, hooking one leg around him and keep Sam close.

"It's been a long month." A long, lonely month, but Sam is finally home and Gabriel makes quick work of the buttons along the front of his shirt.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"It really has been," he agrees, rocking down against Gabriell as his mate began working on his shirt. He bent his head, kissing along the other man's neck. "Fuck, I love you. I missed you so damned much."

Sexting was not even near what he needed. He pushes himself up, helping to get rid of his shirt before reaching down to start getting Gabriel naked as well.

[low_key_angel]

"Sweet talker," but there's not even a slight note of mockery in his voice as he arches up against his mate, his hands warm and eager, sliding beneath his open shirt to find warm skin. "Missed you too Sammy. So much I thought I was gonna get callouses."

Gabriel sits up only enough to tug his own shirt up and off. "And later you're gonna tie me up and fuck me again."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Reaching down, Sam strokes his fingers over Gabriel's cock though his jeans. "Callouses, huh? Can't have that, now can we?" He keeps grinning as he leans forward over Gabriel. "Yeah, I will. And hold you down and fuck you. And watch you fuck yourself on my cock."

They really did need to get fully undressed. But the teasing was good, too.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel whines at the press, arching up against his palm. "And watch me ride you until your legs buckle before you knot me good."

The talk is half the fun as Gabriel works at Sam's belt, eagerly shoving his hand down the front of Sam's pants to palm his cock. "Not to mention mounting me the old fashioned way, with your teeth in my neck."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam shudders, cock flexing against Gabriel's touch as he growls. "Excellent idea. Think we might start there." He isn't in rut and Gabriel isn't in heat, but that never means that they can't manage that many rounds.

He pulls away, only so that he can pull Gabriel's jeans off, tossing the over his shoulder before he works his own off, along with his boxers.

[low_key_angel]

He's not in heat, but after a month without his mate, there's a very good chance they'll be at this all night. Gabriel grins as Sam casts his hand aside, raising up to kiss him hungrily before turning easily in the bed to get up on his hands and knees.

They didn't need to worry about too much warm-up, right now all Gabriel needed was the press of Sam into him. "So what are we waiting for?"

[fromfryingpantofire]

They've been together long enough that Sam doesn't have to check to be certain that Gabriel is ready. The scent of his mate is enough to assure him of that. Which is why he simply moves into place, pushing Gabriel's knees a little further apart with his own as he lines himself up and pushes into Gabriel with one long, hard thrust and a low groan.

[low_key_angel]

His fingers twist in the blankets as Sam sinks into him, one long steady press until he's fully inside him and it feels as good now as it did the very first time. Sam is thick and hard and the faint burn and stretch just makes it that much better.

Gabriel's head tips back with a moan. "Fuck 've missed you."

[fromfryingpantofire]

He leans forward, draping himself over Gabriel's back and nuzzling at the side of his neck. Buried in his mate the way he is, Sam isn't as desperate to do more for the moment. Instead, he nips lightly at Gabriel's neck, teasing with blunt teeth for the moment. "Feels better than the dildo, doesn't it?" Because, of course they have one. Even in rut, Sam sometimes can't quite keep up with Gabriel's needs during a heat. "Jerked off every night, thinking about you warm and wet around me."

[low_key_angel]

With a groan, Gabriel arches up to feel every inch of the press of his mate's body over his. It calms something in him so completely, to feel Sam not just buried deep in him, but close. The scrape of teeth gets a shiver and a breathy laugh. "Nothing's as good as the real thing. Rode it every night and it wasn't enough, even with the knot."

He's warm and slick and Gabriel rocks back against him, eager for more, for him to finally move. .

[fromfryingpantofire]

It doesn't take long for Sam to get with the program, one hand moving up to Gabriel's hip as his own start moving with a slow pace punctuated by hard, deep thrusts. "Mmm. Maybe you should take a picture next time." It's surprising that the archangel hasn't thought of that, actually. "Then again, maybe not. I'd probably end up thinking about it far too much and Dean would make that face."

Not that he wants to think about Dean in bed, but his brother is kind of hilarious whenever he thinks Sam's thinking about sex with Gabriel.

[low_key_angel]

Oh he's thought about it before, and now that Sam's mentioned what it'll do to both him and Dean? It's happening. "That smacked in the face with a fish look? You know I will now."

Gabriel arches back against him, eager to feel every inch of Sam sliding in him. "Mm. Now less brother talk. More fucking." He's hard again and reaching down to absently stroke himself as Sam moves over him.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam laughs, nuzzling the back of Gabriel's neck, right over the scars of their first bonding. "Are you always this bossy when you haven't been knotted in a month?" he asks, even as he starts moving with more purpose. Because, yeah, he can only hold back so long when it comes to his mate.

[low_key_angel]

"You like it when I'm bossy," he challenges with a grin. Gabriel tips his head so Sam can nuzzle in closer, shivering at the sensation.

"Might have to do it repeatedly just to be sure."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam snorts, nipping at Gabriel's nape as he slams forward hard and fast. "I really don't think I can knot the sass out of you."

Doesn't want to, either. He loves his mate this way, after all. Wouldn't change the archangel for all the world.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel curses and arches back against both the nip and the increase in the pace of his thrusts. "Nope.. ohfuck.. but I'm willing to let you try as often as you might want."

He loves Sam, loves that his mate is an Alpha that appreciates a challenge, that will let him be himself. Gabriel is a willful Omega and Sam prefers it - and when he oversteps (sometimes on purpose) Sam is there to pin him down and mount him properly. It's a submission Gabriel loves and gives only to Sam.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Mating yourself to an archangel was something most Alphas, even if they believed, would never have done. Hell, Sam probably wouldn't have done it if he'd been thinking straight at the time.

Doesn't regret it in the least. Just probably wouldn't have done it when he had.

It's something that Sam puts out of his mind right now, shifting his stance so that he's fucking Gabriel hard and fast, the knot large enough to be felt now but not enough to keep lock them together yet.

[low_key_angel]

Archangels weren't exactly the mating type either. But Gabriel had found Sam and the Alpha had simply knocked him flat. He couldn't imagine life without him, life with an Alpha he could trust enough to let his guard down, to submit completely and know that Sam would never abuse that trust, never take advantage.

So the mark had been the best solution. To seal their bond and make it as permanent as the mark on Sam's hip. Binding angel to mortal just like the mark on his neck bound Omega to Alpha.

The tug of the knot gets a wanton cry out of him, something high and tight and almost human as he pushes back, panting and cursing with every thrust. Hard and fast and driving him to what's probably going to be the first of many peaks tonight. "Fuck.. like that, just like that.."

[fromfryingpantofire]

There will be time, later, to go more slowly, to really have a chance to revel in the fact that they're together once more. For the moment, though, that particular sound makes Sam grin, teeth elongating as he drives into his mate. "Mine," he growls, knot catching just that little bit more, harder to pull free but not quite there yet.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel moans, fingers twisting in the sheets as he presses back against Sam with a needy sound. Later they can take their time, explore every last inch of one another and celebrate Sam's return. But right now he needs the knot, needs to feel Sam tied to him.

"Fuck, fuck.. more. Almost there Sammy," he pleads. "More." Another pair of quick thrusts and he reaches to stroke himself a little faster. "Gonna come.. Sammy.."

[fromfryingpantofire]

And those words are all that Sam needs. The hand on Gabriel's hip tightens more, pulling Gabriel back against him as he drives in once, twice more before the knot swells, locking their bodies together. Once they are knotted, though, Sam bites down on the back of Gabriel's neck, teeth sliding in almost exactly on the first scars.

[low_key_angel]

The sheets shred beneath his fingers as Sam drives in, knotting their bodies together. He cries out at the sensation of fangs sinking into his neck, cementing their bond all over again and his body seizes, coming hard enough that the mirror in the bathroom cracks as his true voice slips.

Mate. Oh father how he's missed him.

[fromfryingpantofire]

The moment that Gabriel comes, Sam growls against the back of his neck as he comes as well, filling his mate. His ears ring slightly when Gabriel's true voice slips, but that's one of the things about being mated and bonded to an archangel. He can at least hear that voice a bit without his ears bursting.

It takes another few moments for Sam to pull his teeth back, licking lightly at the puncture marks to help them seal quickly. Gabriel could heal them with a thought, of course, but it was just part of the Alpha mindset. "Mmm. Missed you."

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel could heal them, sure. But he didn't. The bite always scarred over and he likes it that way, it's a permanent sign of his bond to Sam. His mate. Slowly his head tips back, laugh low and raspy. "Mm. Missed you too. Can't tell you how many times I wanted to give Deano a stroke and just appear in your lap while you two were on the road."

He wouldn't - Sam needed time with his brother on the road and Gabriel respected that - but the thought of scaring the holy hell out of Dean once in awhile was a tempting one.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"I wouldn't mind, so long as you don't do it while we're driving." There's a teasing note to his voice because Sam knows that Gabriel wouldn't, even if he can make certain that nobody would be hurt. That's not the fun of things, after all.

He starts shifting over to the side, pulling Gabriel over with him so that they're resting on their sides, him still knotted and connected to his mate. His hand settles over Gabriel's stomach, just keeping him close.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel shifts easily with Sam, rocking back on the knot with a pleased hum. "Tempting as that might be, if I made him crash the car I'd never hear the end of it."

The time the brothers spent hunting was important - so as much as Gabriel might want to sneak in for a visit - he left them be. They needed that time together, and the reunion sex was clearly worth the wait.

[fromfryingpantofire]

It might seem strange to some that, while they lived together, Sam and Dean needed time to hunt together, too. But they didn't live in each other's pockets nearly as much these days and while it was nice, it still took some getting used to. If nothing else, not waking up in the night with Dean breathing on the other side of the room was still odd sometimes.

It did help that Gabriel had been playing human long enough that he still breathed, even when he was resting.

Sam hums as well, moving his hand to take hold of Gabriel's wrist, rubbing his thumb along the pulse point. "I think, once the knot goes down, I'll get out the cuffs. Since you said you wanted to be tied down."

There were actually two pairs of cuffs in the Bunker, specially created so that, while they were on and the right word had been said, an angel that wore them would be practically human. Dean and Castiel, of course, had the other pair. Sam...just tried not to think about whether or not they used them.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel had been at this long enough that it was easier to make sure his vessel's regular vitals kept moving. Heartbeat, pulse, all the usual things that made his far more mortal mate comfortable. He laughs softly, wriggling back against his knot again.

The cuffs had been Sam's idea and the angels had been happy to oblige their mates, crafting them with special runes that were tuned to their specific wavelengths. One snap of the cuffs and they were locked down to an almost human form, vulnerable and confined into their vessels.

.. and maybe the first time Gabriel had given Sam the cuffs they'd broken the bed. But it had been worth it. "Mmh. Now that sounds like a good idea. We've got lost time to make up for, Winchester."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Breaking the bed isn't much of a worry when taking the cuffs off will get the bed fixed again. So Sam smiles, nuzzling the back of Gabriel's neck again as his hand tightens around Gabriel's wrist. "We really do. And I plan to knot you often you'll be sore in the morning."

Which would go away with time or when Sam took the cuffs off. "Though I think I may eat you out, first, when I tie you down. It's been entirely too long since I've made you beg for my knot."

[low_key_angel]

The promise in his voice makes Gabriel shiver with want because there was nothing better than when Sam got possessive and took him to bed until they were both sore and exhausted in all the best possible ways. "I plan to hold you to both of those," he laughs softly. "And 'm gonna ride you until we drive the headboard right into the wall."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Easy to hold me to what I already plan on doing," Sam replied with a soft laugh, stroking his hand over Gabriel's chest and down over his stomach. "And the cuffs are staying on while you ride me, you know." Because they didn't actually need to put the headboard through the wall.

[low_key_angel]

"The whole weekend?" Amusement colors his voice as he snuggles back against Sam with a pleased sigh. "Now that sounds like the best welcome home imaginable. A weekend with you, entertaining cuffs and no clothes for as long as possible."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"I don't know about the whole weekend," Sam allows, smiling at the snuggle and sigh. "I mean, it's going to depend a lot on how much you want to go out to the kitchen to get food." Sam, at least, was going to have to eat. And Gabriel enjoyed food enough that he often joined Sam in eating, even if he usually had something very different to Sam.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel takes Sam's hand, raising it to his lips. "Okay, so you've got a point. Where else am I going to get a grilled peanut butter bacon and marshmallow sandwich? The kitchen." Because sometimes there was just no substitute for making it yourself and the more Gabriel explored in the kitchen, the more he realized that he liked it.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Gabriel probably doesn't even NEED archangel powers to know the way that Sam's nose wrinkles up at the mention of that particular combination. "I'd ask if you were pregnant, but I think I'll worry about that when the combination isn't something that you eat all the time."

Still, he curls his fingers against Gabriel's cheek, brushing fingertips lightly against his skin.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel snorts out a laugh, tilting into the touch with a rumble. "I think we'll have time to worry about that down the line." He's capable enough of monitoring his vessel's functions to make certain there were no accidental pregnancies whether he was in heat or not. A child wasn't out of the question, but any child would also be Nephilim.

"I'm a creative eater and you love it."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Love it may be overstating slightly." Sam snorts, pressing his lips to the back of Gabriel's head. "I mean, useful sometimes when I suck you off, admittedly."

He does know that they don't really have to worry about an unplanned pregnancy. And while he'd like to have a child with Gabriel, there's still a lot to think about.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel laughs, "Sam Winchester. Always finding the bright side of things, even his mate's odd eating habits."

"You should sleep," he murmurs, reaching back to stroke through his hair. "We've got time and if I know you two, you've been on the road since stupid o'clock just to get home."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam makes a sound of agreement, face still pressed against the back of Gabriel's head. "Neither of us wanted to be away from you guys any longer." Even if they could travel to Sam and Dean, the angels tended not to. "Sleep better when you're with me, anyway."