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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[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.