Title: All He Needs
Author: wolfishxwillow
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: PG-13/R
Genre: wing!fic
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Completely unbeta'd. Sorry for any mistakes, feel free to point them out to me.
Word Count: 679
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Just using them for a bit of fun. They belong to Kripke.
Summary: Sam doesn't think he wants to get rid of his wings.

A/N 1: A follow-up? To my first wing!fic, Not the Last Time.
A/N 2: I've written two wing!fics and am still somehow without any real wing!porn. Ah well.
A/N 3: I'd originally planned to post something else today, but was unable to get it finished because of all the noise in my house. I've been unable to concentrate enough to write anything of substance while taking care of my sister and niece and having to listen to the TV crazy loud and just everything. But I wanted to hold up my end of Fic Swapsies for meh_forget_it, so I decided to work on something that could be shorter than what I'd planned to post before.

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"How long is this supposed to last?"

Sam's voice shakes slightly when he asks, and even he isn't sure whether it's because he wants them gone or wishes they could stay.

He's almost starting to get used to how they move naturally with him, pushing back into the strong fingers combing through each feather; gentle, smooth caresses he never wants to stop.

"I don't know, Sammy," Gabriel finally answers, voice coming soft from where the angel is kneeling behind him.

It's become their ritual since Gabriel found Sam on his knees, shirtless, two large wings where there had never been any before. The angel snapped them from his and Dean's motel room to the privacy of another (Sam thinks it's one of Gabriel's design) and before he knew it, fingers pressed into muscles he hadn't even known had needed it at the time. Something to do with how his body isn't equiped to handle the weight of these new appendages, he didn't really pay attention to anything past the feel of those hands digging into his shoulder blades, up and over until they were buried in the red-tinged feathers.

It should probably worry Sam; there's no way he can go out in public like this. But mostly, he's relieved that they might not go away just yet. They've only been around for a few days, but they already feel like they're a part of him and he doesn't know what he's going to do when, not if (he's knows better than to get his hopes up by now), they disappear.

"Has anyone ever told you that you think too loud?" Gabriel's voice breaks through his rambling thoughts and snaps him back to the present.

"Most people have the decency not to listen in, Gabriel," he replies.

When he opens his mouth to say more, the words are replaced with a surprised moan when Gabriel, the cheater, presses his thumbs into a particularly tender spot, gliding in small circles along the top edge of his wings, and down until he meets the bare skin of Sam's back again.

Goosebumps erupt down his arms when the pressure eases off, fingertips tickling over the sensitive skin between the wings.

"Pfft, I'm way more awesome than 'most people'."

Sam huffs a small laugh which turns loud and long at the suprised squawk Gabriel lets out when he shoves out a wing, catching the angel off guard enough to knock him into the headboard. He turns around and grins at the sight of Gabriel's warm amber eyes twinkling with that everpresent mirth - and maybe just a little something deeper.

"Who's the awesome one now - "

Gabriel playfully tackling him onto his back over the mattress has him giving a squeak of shock of his own. Before he can say anything - protest or otherwise - warm lips seal over his, a tongue sneaking in and he opens to its pressure easily. Fingers curl in his hair and he moans, pushes up into the touch but still unwilling to break their kiss. Before the appearance of his wings, fingers in his hair was the fastest way to turn his brain to jelly and Gabriel has no shame in taking complete advantage of that knowledge it seems.

Then there's that sensation, something he has yet to have gotten used to, nails scratching over the sensitive flesh beneath feathers. He throws his head back against the bed and groans when Gabriel doesn't even pause before latching onto the skin of his neck, tongue and teeth driving him crazy in turns.

Sam gasps, opens his eyes - hadn't realized he'd even closed them - at a new, lighter touch, and a gust of cool air brushing over him. Wings, golden where his are red, drape over and around them, like it can shield them from everything else. Sam knows then, that even if he loses these new appendages, the ones he's come to feel as though they're truly a part of him, he'll be okay. Because he'll still have this. And really, this is all he needs.

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