When I'm all alone, I reach for you/And you bring me home

[fromfryingpantofire]

For a while after Gabriel was awoken, the battle against the Fallen turned in favor of the Hunters. The Fallen hadn't been expecting it, after all, thinking all the Daughters and Sons had faded away. That, along with the fact that the town that surrounded Gabriel's temple had now become a sanctuary for Hunters meant that the Fallen had been taken by surprise.

For a time.

Eventually, though, the Fallen seemed to learn that there were only two Sons who had awakened and that their powers were still limited. Whether they had realized that Castiel and Gabriel really only appeared around Dean and Sam, Sam didn't know, but it certainly hadn't stopped the Fallen from attacking the brothers. Though they only called upon the Sons in the most dire of circumstances as both were still regaining their power.

Finally, though, all four had agreed that something needed to be done.

Which is why Sam pulls up his horse before the gates of the great City, looking up at the walls built and worked with the power of the Sons and Daughters from long ago to protect the inhabitants from the Fallen and the dark creatures that lived in the wilds. Gabriel rides pillion behind him, body warm against Sam's back and arms around his sides. No doubt the Son could have made it to the City on his own just fine, but he's reserving power for the moment.

Sam looks back to the group of Hunters that are following him. He knows that Dean and Castiel and other Hunters are coming into the City on the other side, since they don't want to make people nervous about a large number of Hunters in the City, but if this works, they want the extra Hunters close.

He drops his hand to Gabriel's on his stomach, giving it a squeeze. "You ready to go into the City?"

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[low_key_angel]

The altar cloth is perfect. Sure, a few sigils are slightly out of whack, but that's not what matters, it's never mattered in the magic that the Sons work in. What matters is the intent behind it, the power raised and what it is being used for. Gabriel's smile softens as he takes it, running his fingers along the thread.

He raises up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. "It's perfect Sam. Completely perfect."

Taking his hand, Gabriel leads him out into the grove where there are candles and two cups, one with water from the spring and one with sanctified oil for the rite itself. "Just remember to keep your focus on me," he murmurs. "No one else."

[fromfryingpantofire]

The way that Gabriel smiles and touches the cloth is everything that Sam could have hoped for. His own smile widens as he watches Gabriel, then follows him to the grove.

Sam licks his lips as they get into place, running his thumb over the back of Gabriel's hand before nodding. "Yeah, okay." It's not going to be easy, at least not at first. But he'll do his best.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel takes his place behind the altar in the grove, a Son truly in his element. Surrounded by the faithful Hunters and standing with his beloved. He takes a few moments to speak to them about their faith, how it has kept the Darkness at bay, how the faith of one Hunter was enough to call him back. The water is blessed and passed around to all of the gathered to partake of as he takes Sam's hands.

"My love," he murmurs, leaning to kiss him softly. "Through our union we will call back so many of the lost, restoring light to the world. Undress me Sam, and I will help you."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Its something that Sam's heard before, coming to every sermon that Gabriel has given at the Hunters' Temple. The way that this Son he loves speaks, his impassioned words? Well, he quite often takes Gabriel aside afterward to kiss him breathless, at the very least.

Gabriel taking his hands refocuses Sam, turning toward him as his lodestone. He bends, stroking his thumbs over Gabriel's fingers before placing a kiss on the back of each hand, only then letting go so that he can start undoing Gabriel's belt. They're both wearing the same amount of clothing, something that Sam had calculated before they'd arrived. No armor between them tonight. Just a few scraps of fabric that can be pushed out of the way.

[low_key_angel]

The simplest part of the ritual is the undressing. Bearing skin in preparation for the ritual to come. Gabriel takes his time once his robes fall away, kissing each part of Sam that is bared as he pushes a bit more fabric out of his way. The air felt electric, alive with energy and Gabriel drags in a deep breath of it, feeling the anticipation humming all around him. Tonight he and Castiel and their Hunters were going to work together, to raise enough power to wake their sleeping bretheren - a clarion call to cut through the mist and draw them back into the world.

"Lay with me in the grove Sam." It only takes a faint twist of power to remind Sam's body that it's supposed to be aroused instead of nervous, and Gabriel gently draws him down onto the cloth prepared by the Hunters, spread in the cool grass for them.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Thankfully, by that point, it doesn't make much to remind Sam's body that it's supposed to be aroused instead of nervous. It's not that he's forgotten that there are Hunters all around them, most of them watching because that was part of partaking in the worship. But it all seems very far away with Gabriel naked before him and the beginnings of the ritual crowding his mind.

He follows Gabriel easily, moving to kneel on the cloth, leaning forward to press a kiss to Gabriel's stomach and another to his chest with a smile. "Mmm. Is this the part where we get to draw all over each other?"

There were specific meanings to the words that they were meant to inscribe with oil on each other's skin. But that didn't mean that Sam wasn't above a little bit of teasing his bonded.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel's laughter rings through the grove as he tugs Sam into a kiss. After all, what is love without laughter? Without joy? The air is bright with magic, charged with the faith and happiness that the Hunters have brought to the temple already. Tonight they would raise even more power and his skin was already tingling with anticipation.

The sacred oils were within reach and he kisses the tip of his nose, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Yes, love. This is where we get to draw all over one another before I take you into me."

[fromfryingpantofire]

The laughter is what Sam was going for and he grins wider, nose wrinkling slightly at the kiss. "Well, you know how much I'm looking forward to that part of the ritual." Because even the faint laughter he could hear in the background isn't enough make his erection flag. Not now that he has Gabriel close. "Should I go first, then?"

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel grins up at him, stretching languidly beneath him. "Please do. Consider me your personal canvas," he winks. "And then I'll be sure to repay the favor."

Because Sam wasn't the only one who could tease his bonded beloved.

The smiles turn into warm sounds of encouragement as Sam dips his fingers in the oil and begins to inscribe the sacred words on his skin. Marking him again as Sam's and only his. By the time his work is completed the oil is glowing faintly and Gabriel is panting. Magic fueled with love and desire and he can't wait to feel Sam sink into him and cement that bond all over again.

[fromfryingpantofire]

By the time the last of the marks are made, Gabriel isn't the only one panting. Sam leans forward again, capturing Gabriel's mouth in a possessive kiss, letting the magic wash over himself and Gabriel as well.

And they're only half finished. Sam pulls back with a smile as he settles back. "I think that means it's your turn."

[low_key_angel]

"With pleasure," a quick shifting of his weight and he's pinning his beloved to the cool altar cloth, kissing Sam warmly. Gabriel's fingers are quick and sure, dipping into the sacred oil and tracing the now familiar symbols across his golden skin. Scars are kissed gently and reverently as every sigil is connected up, lighting up both Hunter and Son with warm golden light.

"My beloved," he murmurs against his lips, straddling Sam's hips. "Tonight we wake the others with the power of our love and our faith. As you called me from the mist, now we call the others. Hunters are ready and awaiting the Sons and Daughters, those who have not forgotten the old ways."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam settles his hands at Gabriel's hips, rubbing his thumbs in small circles as he watches the other man, his eyes only for his Son. The handprint on his hip, the physical manifestation of their bond, tingled where it pressed up against Gabriel's skin.

Even the reminder that they weren't alone didn't make anything difficult, caught up in the power that they were building together.

"Then let us call them, beloved," he says softly in return. "Let us bring them home and to the arms of those who will loved them, those they have been destined to find through all these ages."

[low_key_angel]

Tonight is more than simply ritual. It is love. A shared bond. Sam's faith called him back, but in the process, they had fallen in love. "As I found you, my love. The others will find their destined loves. Reminders that no Hunter stands alone in their fight against the Darkness."

Another lingering kiss and Gabriel raises up to slowly lower himself down on Sam's body. The sigils they had drawn in sacred oil began to flare brighter, lighting up the grove in shades of bronze and gold, a miniature sunrise flickering among the trees.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Over the time that they've been together, Sam has come to learn the colors of their power. Not that Sam has much on his own. What he has is only ever shown in times like this, when they're calling power.

Gabriel's is the gold, the same color that the Son's eyes turn in sunlight. The bronze is his color, a duller and more muted color, perhaps, but one that compliments the gold perfectly. Just as Castiel and Dean compliment each other.

He slides his hands over Gabriel's hips, groaning as he pushes up to meet his love part way. "I will never, ever tire of the way you feel against me," Sam murmurs, looking up at Gabriel with bright, adoring eyes.

[low_key_angel]

Sam has his own power, he just doesn't see it as clearly as Gabriel does. The Hunters respond to him, but it's not out of deference, they recognize a leader among them. A good, kind soul bright in his faith and in his love. The one Gabriel had been waiting for since the very beginning.

Gabriel laughs, bending to kiss Sam as he pushes down, groaning into the kiss as Sam fills him completely. "And neither will I, my love."

The grove continues to fill with bright golden and bronze light as the temple itself begins to fill with starlight - cool silvers and blues as the two Sons begin to intertwine their power and channel it into the very foundation of the building, lighting it up like a beacon.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Mmm, good. I'd hate for either of us to get bored." He shifts his legs slightly, planting his feet so that he has a bit more leverage to push up into Gabriel, his hands wandering the other man's body.

His hand finally settled over Gabriel's heart, looking up to lock his gaze with his Son. His partner and lover and the other half of his soul. And began to murmur a prayer to the Sons and Daughters that those who had come to them for centuries had spoken, imploring their help and blessings as a Hunter.

[low_key_angel]

"Never," he hums with a pleased sound, back arching as Sam sinks into him again.

His hands drift down over Sam's arms and shoulders before moving in the air between them, drawing on the power he'd been created with, turning them into a beacon. Son and Hunter. Forever intertwined, brought together by the ancient love of the Mother and Father and between them, they could call the others back. Show them that there was still light in the world, that there were still those who believed.

Gabriel's eyes flash golden as the power builds in him and he begins to rock a little faster against Sam. Gathering all the power he has to give the fading Sons and Daughters enough power to return.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Somewhere in the temple itself, Castiel is doing the same thing. Sam's certain of that. But for the moment, he only has eyes for his Son.

His ears, though, catch the voices of other Hunters around them. The ones in the grove with them each intoning the prayer that Sam had spoken only moments before. He waits for them to finish before he begins speaking again, adding his voice to theirs and pulling their belief and hope into the spell that Gabriel works.

[low_key_angel]

The belief and the hope give fuel to the magic the two Sons are working with their loves. Gabriel slowly rides Sam, allowing the shared heat between them to end additional strength to what he and Castiel were attempting. His breath catches with every thrust into him, with every surge in the power.

It's going to break over them all like a tidal wave, spilling over the entirety of the Temple when they both fall. Gabriel can sense the others stirring, vague impressions of Daughters and Sons taking hold and waiting for the completion of the spell to pull them forward and into the world again.

[fromfryingpantofire]

It's like the one time Sam was too close to a bolt of lightning during a thunderstorm. It didn't hurt him, he wasn't that close, but he'd felt the hair on his arms and the back of his neck stand up. That's the feeling that's flowing through him now, through his connection with Gabriel. And he's certain that, through that connection, he can feel the eyes of more than just the gathered Hunters upon them.

He reaches down, sliding his hand over Gabriel's cock, thumb brushing over the head. "Fuck, Gabe...I'm close." Too close, maybe. He needs to hold on until the right moment, but the amount of power around them keeps pushing him closer to the edge. Not to mention the heat of Gabriel's body around his.

[low_key_angel]

The warning, coupled with the familiar brush of Sam's thumb across him pulls Gabriel out of his trance long enough to smile down and lean to kiss him, his eyes bright with golden light. "It's all right Sam. We're ready." Both Sons are teetering on the brink, their Hunters close with them and the Sons and Daughters waiting for the spell to complete.

Gabriel speeds up his pace, riding his beloved towards the crest and as his orgasm hits and he comes across Sam's chest the spell peaks, washing the entire temple in brilliant light, turning it into a beacon for all those who were once lost.

Laughter. It's the first sound that comes back to him as he raises himself off Sam's chest, shaky after weaving such powerful magic. Laughter of Sons and Daughters finding their Hunters. Faith rewarded with love. He turns his face towards Sam's neck, laughing softly. "We did it. Sam we did it."

[fromfryingpantofire]

As soon as Gabriel's over the edge, Sam's following right behind. Whether it's from the magic they've raised or just because it felt really good, Sam wasn't certain. It didn't matter, really, because it did the trick.

Sam huffs a surprised laugh, sliding his hands up to slip into Gabriel's hair. He can't see most of the Hunters from where he's laying, but he can hear enough to know that most o the others are definitely feeling as good as he does at the moment.

But, then, he remembers how it felt to find the one he was meant for, too.

"We did it," he murmurs in agreement, sliding his fingers through Gabriel's hair. And grinning because, damn it, they'd done it.