fromfryingpantofire: (A - Considering)
To be honest, Sam hadn't done this since Stanford. Well, not properly. There had been a few times over the years where they'd be close enough to a town that had a kink club that he could go play for an evening, but it had never been right. Not like things had been with Jess. And even then, there had only been play. No sex in the clubs, though. It just never felt right without the emotion behind it.

That, however, was before Gadreel came into his life. The angel had been a prisoner in Heaven and Sam knew a bit of what that was like. It had given them something to bond over and had led to Sam slowly falling for the angel.

Other things had come later, after a lot of discussion. Things like the collar that Gadreel wore and often hid through use of his powers. Not because he was ashamed, but because Sam had told him that humans often didn't understand these sorts of things. Angels probably wouldn't, either, especially given the Enochian engraved into the metal.

Having been out of the scene for so long, though, meant Sam still does a lot of research on things, along side his usual research on the supernatural. Which means that the easiest place to find him most days is still the library, where he's head deep in the books on the table. A sound at the door has him looking up and pushing back from the table a bit. "Gadreel? You need something?"
fromfryingpantofire: (A - Concerned)
It's been six months since Sam had last gone out in Archangel Sword. Not that anybody ever calls her that; the Jaeger's name is "Baby" according to Dean and always will be. Most of that has been in recovery from the last fight. The Jaeger had been damaged when it took out the Kaiju -- codenamed "Ruby" -- and Sam's life support system had been flooded with Kaiju blood.

Sam doesn't remember it. Doesn't remember the fight at all, really. He'd been comatose for a month afterward, waking to find things had changed. He'd changed. Literally, actually, because he can't connect with Dean in the drift any more. Nobody's certain what happened, whether it was lack of oxygen or something in the Kaiju blood that Sam ingested while trying to breathe, but the result is the same. Sam can't drift with Dean any longer.

There's no good reason why he can't find somebody else to drift with again, though, which is why he's been in the kwoon combat room at least once every few days for the past two weeks. Now that Sam's back up to scratch, getting him back out into a Jaeger is important. Luckily, Dean had found a new drift partner fairly quickly, a newish recruit named Castiel. They'd taken to each other so easily that Sam almost couldn't feel too bad about being sidelined.

Almost.

He sighs, rolling his shoulders as he walks into the kwoon room, having been ordered there by Marshall Singer. Probably to face off against more new recruits.

"Marshall Singer," he says, kicking off his shoes at the edge of the mat before looking around and letting his eyes catch on the only other person in the room.

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